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[lazydoodlesandfanfic]

Not Feeling Loved (Sherlock X Daughter!Reader)

Characters: Sherlock X Daughter!Reader, Mycroft X Niece!Reader

Universe: Sherlock

Warnings: Neglect

Request: Idk if you still do Sherlock stuff but if you do can you do a Sherlock x daughter!reader, she runs away to mycrofts bc she doesn’t think Sherlock is paying any attention to her? And he and John ki da freak out cause she’s not there but they eventually find her at his brothers house.

You had hesitated to pick up the phone when it had started to ring, your uncle’s contact showing up. You ended up biting your lip and clicking the green button and putting it to your ear. “Hi Uncle Mycroft.” You answered. 

Continuar lendo

[theglassofmiddleearth]

Imagine arriving to the siege of Gondor with Aragorn, Gimli, and Legolas.

Masterlist

Orc: 'Late as usual, Pirate-scum! There's knife-work here that needs doing.'

Orc: 'Come on, you sea rats! Get off your ships!'

Aragorn leaps over the side of the ship, brandishing his sword. Legolas and Gimli nimbly land on the ground while Y/N trips over a rope and lands on her behind.

Y/N: Uh... noone saw that.

Y/N scrambles up with the help of Legolas.

Aragorn draws his his sword, advancing towards the orcs.

Gimli: 'There's plenty for the four of us! May the best Dwarf win!'

The legions of ghost men charge the orcs, over running them. They storm the area with Aragorn leading them. Y/N begins to draw near the front lines.

Y/N: 'Fourteen!'

Legolas: 'Fifteen, Sixteen!'

Gimli: 'Seventeen!'

Y/N: 'ARE YOU GUYS CHEATING?'

Y/N dodges a sword before spinning around and slicing the Orc's head off. She draws an extra blade, advancing towards the Oliphaunts.

Y/N spots Gothmog and a grin of malice appears on her lips.

Y/N: 'Hello there Lieutenant.'

She slices his axe wielding arm off before stabbing one blade through his chest. Y/N sneers.

Y/N: 'Seems like you need a hand.'

Y/N draws back both blades and slices his head off cleanly.

Y/N: 'Too Bad!'

Aragorn: 'Legolas!'

Y/N: 'Wanna go for a ride?'

Legolas and Y/N grin at each other, racing towards the tusk of the giant creature, scaling up it's ivory tusks and body.

Legolas: 'Thirty-three, thirty-four.'

Y/N: 'Thirty-five Thirty-six. I'm going to lose count..

She whips her head around to look for Legolas.

Y/N: 'Bring it down Legolas!'

Legolas swings to the rope holding the saddle up, slicing through it. The large saddle falls, along with the people riding the Oliphant.

Y/N: 'Those were mine too. I helped.'

Legolas laughs before running to the head of the Oliphant and shooting three arrows into its head, bringing the beast crashing down.

Gimli: 'That still only counts at one!'

Y/N bursts into laughter, a hand on her hip.

Slowly, Minas Tirith is taken back. The orcs are driven back and the city is swamped by the dead army. As the battle ends, The Dead King finds his way to Aragorn

The King of the Dead: 'Release us.'

Gimli: 'Bad idea. Very handy in a tight spot' these lads. Despite the fact they're dead.'

The King of the Dead: 'You gave us your word.'

Aragorn: 'That I did. I hold your oath fulfilled. Go. Be at peace.'

The wind wafts over the ghostly army, seemingly blowing away the men like dust.

Y/N grimaces and plops down. Drawing her hand away from her side.

Legolas: 'Y/N? What is wrong?'

Y/N: 'Nothing.'

She winces.

Y/N: 'Just got a nick.'

Legolas quickly kneels down, scooping her up.

Y/N: 'Wow look at you, ever princely, are you. I can walk y'know.

Legolas rolls his eyes, starting off to the city.

Legolas: 'I know.'

Y/N: 'Do you not have any questions for me?'

Legolas: 'No my lady. I have faith in you. You have led us thus far. Frodo and Sam must be fine for you to be here with us.'

Y/N sighs,

Y/N: 'I hope so, I don't know if I made the right decision.'

Legolas: 'Rest, you have done enough for today. Rest, my lady.'

Y/N:'If I didn't know any better, I'd say you held affection for me Ernil Nin (My prince.)'

Legolas: 'Rest.'

Legolas holds back a smile, continuing his pace to Minas Tirith.

[3d-wifey]

This is such a niche ask, but I saw that you do Mortal Kombat. Can I ask for some flirty intro dialogue? You know like the conversation the characters have b4 the fight? But like with a Goddess!reader who's basically Hecate? like a Nyx/Hecate fusion if that makes sense. Oh and can you do what some of her taunts would be? I feel like those and her fatalities would be illusion and tarot based :)))

Flirty Intro Dialogue

Pairings: Johnny Cage x Reader; Noob Saibot x Reader; Erron Black x Reader; Dark Raiden x Reader; Cassie Cage x Reader; Shang Tsung x Reader

A/N: (Back to using gifs for headcanons). This is just for the MK 11 timeline. Once MK 1 comes out, I'll do new ones. Had to do a little research fan fiction-wise for this one, but I got a good amount out (plus some taunts the reader would say during the fight). I put a lot of thought into the reader's backstory in the MK universe, even though it'll never be used lol. Please, feel free to request more of these characters or some intros for different characters. Maybe even request a one-shot? Who knows ;)

Behind the Scenes: You know how when Erron Black shows up in the intro, he's looking at a Wanted poster of his opponent? I feel like Goddess!reader has something like that where she's looking at a tarot card that's different for each character before it disappears into mist. Another opening is the reader strutting in shapeshifted into her opponent, before turning back. Her friendship fatality has her stirring a comically large witch's caldron and Noob Saibot pops out in a cloud of mist.

MY PATREON MY KO-FI MY DISCORD

You: Jonathan Carlton

Johnny Cage: Sexy witch goddess.

You: I…Hmm.

-

You: I can feel the magic coursing through your veins. You are one of my Night children, Jonathan.

Johnny Cage: You don’t mean that literally, right? Because it would suck to have the hots for my mom.

You: (sighs)  And what a waste.

-

Johnny Cage: Somebody pinch me, I must be dreaming.

You: Do you dream of me often, Mortal?

Johnny Cage: Ohho, absolutely.

-

Johnny Cage: Somebody pinch me, I must be dreaming.

You: (sighs) How many times must you make that joke?

Johnny Cage: You know you love it!

-

Johnny Cage: So…what are my chances of getting you into my next movie?

You: I’ve told you. I have no desire to appear on your “big screen”.

Johnny Cage: I was thinking we’d make a different kind of movie.

-

Johnny Cage: Goddess of dreams, huh? Can I call you Sandman?

You: You may call me whatever you please, dear mortal.

Johnny Cage: Oh, you do not wanna give me that kind of power.

-

Johnny Cage: Heard you and Shinnok had a thing.

You: A…thing?

Johnny Cage: You two boned! Get it? Cuz he’s a skeleton.

-

Johnny Cage: Tarot, huh? Card tricks are cool and all, but do you got any other witchy gimmicks?

You: I'm particularly fond of palm reading.

Johnny Cage: ...So what I'm hearing is, you're good with your hands?

-

Johnny Cage: You, Fujin, and Raiden go way back, huh?

You: Since the dawn of time.

Johnny Cage: (grimace) Yeesh, they've been friend zoned that long?

-

Johnny Cage: Not so fast, Hermonie.

You: Must you always spout such inane drivel?

Johnny Cage: Someone's been using their word-a-day calendar!

-

Johnny Cage: I've never met a non-evil Eldar God.

You: Evil is quite subjective.

Johnny Cage: I'll remember that next time I'm kicking one's ass.

Noob Saibot: My Goddess.

You: Bi-Han.

Noob Saibot: The shadows cling to your presence. 

-

Noob Saibot: Many have wanted me to yield to their command.

You: Oh?

Noob Saibot: Only you have succeeded, My Goddess.

-

You: You are not touched by the Night, dear Bi-Han. You are shrouded in it.

Noob Saibot: What better way to show that I belong to you?

You: It certainly seems that way, doesn’t it?

-

Noob Saibot: The shadows whisper your name.

You: (smiles) What do they say about me?

Noob Saibot: That your beauty is combated by no other. They speak only the truth for their Goddess.

-

You: You have been a steadfast worshiper, Bi-Han. How shall I reward your loyalty?

Noob Saibot: I only ask for one thing: to be your consort.

You: Hmm. That could be arranged.

-

Noob Saibot: I do not want you to be upset with me, but I will not take back what I said.

You: Your brother cares for you, Bi-Han.

Noob Saibot: Yet, here we are.

-

You: Why must we fight?

Noob Saibot: I wish to prove to you my might, My Goddess.

You: Oh, dear wraith. For you, my love is freely given. You have already earned it.

-

Noob Saibot: You're different than the other Eldar Gods. You...care.

You: Do you think me weak?

Noob Saibot: Never.

-

You: Care to spar?

Noob Saibot: I'd be honored.

You: Then don't take it personally when I beat you.

-

Noob Saibot: The shadows crave your touch.

You: Only the shadows?

Noob Saibot: I'll always long for you, My Goddess.

-

You: Do you fear me, dear Bi-Han?

Noob Saibot: I respect you.

You: (sigh) That wasn't a no.

Erron Black: You've got quite the pretty penny on your head.

You: Are you here to kill me then, Erron Black?

Erron Black: With a face like that, I wouldn’t dream of it.

-

Erron Black: You got any love spells up your sleeve, witchy? I swear ’m good for it.

You: Love is not something to take lightly. Who do you have in mind?

Erron Black: (smirks)  Look in a mirror, darlin’. 

-

Erron Black: You the Goddess of lust, by any chance?

You: That is not a purpose I was created to serve.

Erron Black: Pity. You’d certainly suit it.

-

Erron Black: You had something to ask me, beautiful?

You: Yes. What is “reverse cowgirl”?

Erron Black: (smirks) How ‘bout I show you the ins and outs after this?

-

Erron Black: ’M not usually one for marriage, darlin’.

You: Neither am I.

Erron Black: I don’t have to be the only one, as long as I’m your favorite.

-

Erron Black: You ever find out why Shinnok offed you?

You: I believe he wanted to turn me into his revenant bride. He became rather desperate after I declined his proposal.

Erron Black: (chuckle) Well, I guess I can’t blame the guy.

-

Erron Black: Why don’t you take a peek into ol’ Erron’s dreams? Swear you won’t be disappointed.

You: I’ve seen your dreams. I must say, you give me very generous proportions.

Erron Black: Then you must know I’m a very generous lover.

-

Erron Black: I've struck gold

You: How so?

Erron Black: Well, you're here, ain'tcha?

-

Erron Black: You cast a spell on me, Goddess?

You: I have not, Erron Black.

Erron Black: Do you want to?

-

Erron Black: How 'bout you and I see where the night takes us?

You: Do you think you can keep up?

Erron Black: Trust me. I may be fast on the quick draw, but I don't shoot quick.

-

Erron Black: You've got the magic touch.

You: A good deal of my powers flow through my hands.

Erron Black: I want 'em on me.

You: I’ve heard of how you…disposed of Shinnok.

Dark Raiden: After what he did to you, after how I mourned, I would behead him a hundred times over.

You: It isn’t judgment you sense in my voice. I would have killed him myself if you hadn’t beat me to it.

-

You: Do you still desire me, even as you are now?

Dark Raiden: If you need to ask, then I have failed to show you my devotion.

You: Hmph.

-

Dark Raiden: Will you abandon me too, my love?

You: It is not in my nature.

Dark Raiden: They do not deserve your blessings.

-

Dark Raiden: How have you…How are you here?

You: I sensed my presence was needed and returned to my corporal form just in time to be put in Kronika's void.

Dark Raiden: You could not sense how much I needed you, how much I mourned?

-

You: We are in such uncertain times, my vision is clouded.

Dark Raiden: I’m sorry for the part I play in your duress, my love.

You: You are only doing your duty. It’s how you’re going about it that leaves me weary.

-

Dark Raiden: How can you find such beauty in their shortcomings?

You: The Night welcomes all into her shadowed embrace.

Dark Raiden: You are wasted on them!

-

Dark Raiden: I was so lost without your guidance.

You: When I died?

Dark Raiden: When you were taken from me!

-

Dark Radien: How did Shinnok do it?

You: He lied to me and attacked me when I let my guard down.

Dark Raiden: (growls) If I could, I would bring him back to enact justice upon him once more.

-

You: I have but one wish.

Dark Raiden: Anything.

You: I wish for you to come back to me.

-

You: Is it true? What you've done?

Dark Radien: It was the only way.

You: You have lost yourself.

-

You: We've never fought before, have we?

Dark Radien: We never needed to for me to know you're the stronger between us.

You: Flattery will not save you.

Cassie Cage: You know, I think I’m finally understanding why Raiden lost his marbles.

You: How so?

Cassie Cage: I think I’d lose my shit too if someone like you was taken from me.

-

Cassie Cage: Are you a good witch or a bad witch?

You: I’m…afraid I do not understand.

Cassie Cage: Oh, you have got to let me take you on a movie date.

-

Cassie Cage: Who’s your favorite: Fujin or Raiden? Come on. You can tell me.

You: I’m a Goddess. Why would I limit myself to one lover?

Cassie Cage: You dirty girl.

-

Cassie Cage: What are you the Goddess of again?

You: (hesitates) …It would be easier to list what I am not the Goddess of.

Cassie Cage: (whistles) And I thought my parents expected a lot of me.

-

Cassie Cage: Come on, just one kiss!

You: I am older than you could possibly imagine.

Cassie Cage: An older woman. What’s not to love?

-

Cassie Cage: I heard you died. So, how are you standing here in all your godly beauty?

You: I have much power over death and the comings and goings of the Underworld. My soul simply dispersed there.

Cassie Cage: Yep. That’ll do it.

-

Cassie Cage: So…You didn’t happen to see that one dream, did you?

You: I’ve seen all your dreams, Cassandra. And I’m flattered.

Cassie Cage: (clears throat) …Right.

-

Cassie Cage: It’s a full moon

You: She calls to me and all who feel her light.

Cassie Cage:…You’re not gonna turn into a werewolf, are you?

-

Cassie Cage: You gonna turn me into a frog, Goddess?

You: It’s a possibility.

Cassie Cage: (shrugs) As long as you change me back with a kiss.

-

Cassie Cage: Heard you hung out with Jacqui.

You: Yes, though she didn’t mention you at all.

Cassie Cage: She is the worst wing woman.

-

You: You’ve come to my crossroads. Do you need my guidance?

Cassie Cage: Just wondering if you could teach me a trick or two.

You: So it’s my protection you seek.

Shang Tsung: Your beauty entices me

You: My power entices you.

Shang Tsung: Two things can be true at once.

-

Shang Tsung: Soon, you shall be my bride.

You: You cannot tie down a Goddess; you cannot tie down the Night.

Shang Tsung: I can try.

-

Shang Tsung: Do my powers impress you, Goddess of magic?

You: They certainly intrigue me, Sorcerer.

Shang Tsung: Allow me to give you a closer look.

-

Shang Tsung: Every time I invoke my magic, I do so in your name.

You: Your loyalty changes with the moon’s phases.

Shang Tsung: I devote myself to you, my Goddess.

-

Shang Tsung: I want something more valuable than your soul.

You: Such as?

Shang Tsung: Your love.

-

Shang Tsung: You forgave Shinnok, but not I?

You: I did not forgive him. He killed me when I refused to be his bride.

Shang Tsung: I will succeed where he has failed.

-

Shang Tsung: I kneel at your altar, my Goddess.

You: You needn’t prostrate yourself before me.

Shang Tsung: It is never a hardship to be on my knees for you.

-

You: Do you fear me?

Shang Tsung: I’d be a fool not to.

You: Then why challenge me?

-

Shang Tsung: You have the godly brothers on quite a tight leash.

You: I demand no loyalty from them.

Shang Tsung: It’s doubtful that they stray far from you.

-

You: Kronika spared me in hopes of using my powers. When I refused, she cast me into the void.

Shang Tsung: We have been similarly wronged by her.

You: That is why we must aid Luai Kang in defeating her.

-

Shang Tsung: You are the last Eldar God.

You: Yes. And I shall help Luai Kang in his creation of the new timeline.

Shang Tsung: Then this will be goodbye for now.

Taunts

You: The Wheel of Fortune comes for us all. You: Your future is uncertain. You: You cannot hide from the Night’s embrace. You: Knell in repentance. You: Your path ends here. You: You are lost. You: It is simply an illusion. You: You challenge an Eldar God? You: Will you make an offering? You: You are forgiven. You: I will lead your spirit through the gates of the Netherrealm. You: You shall not pass. You: Are you seeing double? You: Allow me to guide you.

[granddaughter-of-shaokahn]

╰┈➤ ❝ [Being a student at Wu Shi Academy (and Liu Kang's favorite)] ❞

Summary:You are a gifted student and the adopted daughter of a god.

Type: Headcanon,Platonic

Warning:None

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You were an orphan girl wandering aimlessly until one day, exhausted, you collapsed in the middle of your path.

Liu Kang found you lying on the ground, malnourished, in your rags and filth. He held you in his arms and took you to Wu'shi Academy to care for you. From that day on, Liu Kang swore to protect you.

You woke up, lying on the ground with bandages wrapped almost entirely around your body.From that day on, you had found a home, a father, and a family.

Liu Kang wasn't a strict father figure, but he had really high expectations for you and wanted to prepare you for anything. You became totally dedicated to training and living up to your father's expectations.

You were well-known, and everyone at Wu'shi Academy definitely knew you or should have. You'd become an important part of the academy and in protecting the land, so why not?

If you're not training, you're relaxing under a tree meditating or reading a book like any nerd… (Friend, what do you read?) Or there are times when you start watching the others train.

When you met the new warriors of the land, well, they weren't what you expected, except Kenshi. At first, you thought he was a samurai until Liu Kang told you he was a Yakuza…

Liu Kang: Okay, guys, your training is paying off, and I also want you to meet my daughter.

You were hiding behind Liu Kang, looking over his shoulder at the warriors; they were definitely something. When he mentioned you, you hid even further behind him. He gave you a confident, "they're confident" smile.

Y/n: Oh, hi, I'm y/n… nice to meet you.

You bow to them in respect. Everyone else does, except Cage, who looks at his comrades and then does the same.

Raiden: It's a pleasure, Miss Y/N. Johnny: Wait, aren't you the one watching us train?

Oh yeah, you also spy on the newbies. Your communication isn't that great, so you have to stalk them to figure out how to approach them.

Y/N: blushes Oh, by the ancient gods, I'm so sorry. I just wanted to observe you.

And from there, you got new older brothers, more modern than your old-fashioned father.

You also take your time to spend time with them. Sometimes you're really busy with your studies (Why are you still a teenager who goes to school like any other, you know? You can't escape school, kiddo).

You have a beautiful, simple room next to Liu Kang's at the academy, so when you're done, you can go straight to your room. (Although your father won't let you go all sweaty to your bed.)

Another thing is that you're lazy. Come on, Liu Kang understands. You're a teenager, and he understands that sometimes you have your ups and downs when it comes to love affairs, but he doesn't accept that you're lazy all day.

He'll send another student to get you up, and if you don't wake up or get out of bed, he'll come and grab you like a sack of potatoes.

Sometimes you are the envy of many students who want to get closer to Liu Kang and be his favorite, although you don't notice it (Actually, it's worse if you act innocent).

[miange1]

BOOTY SO BIG🌺

(lawd..have mercy)

pairing‧₊ ̊🍹✩ ₊ ̊🍉⊹♡. . . perverted bf x big booty(🤤) male reader

warnings𓂃 ོ⋆☀︎𓂃⛱. . . having gooning sessions , body worship , reader got a fat ass , spanking , purposely buying someone tight clothes , hinted himbo reader(heavily implied that reader is in fact a himbo. he doesn't need to be buff in your perspective tho he is got a nice ass), VERY cringe wording i refused to read over it, obliviousness, public-ish sex

background knowledge⋆. 𐙚 ̊🍋‍🟩♪⋆.✮. . . your boyfriend loved absolutely everything about you. especially your ass. loves the way it jiggles when you walk, loves

tag list🏷️. . . @dearestlitteleaf , @sillyvan , @s1llygo0s3 , @petrinholas , @marsttl , @haru1yoshi , @kanade-k7

notes. . . y'all im sorry again school is annoying and im always taking longggg naps on weekdays😔 i never proofread

he met you on a bad day. terrible day in fact. he only got half credit from his professors due to a late turn in, people were doing too much, he wasn't getting enough sleep, and his managers were such assholes at his job. he just needed a smoke, that was it.

what he had expected was to get his pack and go, smoke the cheapness of the cigarette filter when he got back outside. but what he hadn't expected was the see the finest man in existence to snap him out of his tiredness. you were real sweet for this time of the day too, all about "hi! welcome to the gas station, how many i help you?" bright and pretty smile on your face, gave him a little wave too. you were already cute, he was already captivated.

"i'll get uh.." he squinted his eyes a little. "camel brand please." he nodded, with a "you got it," then you turned around— good lord you turned around. he noticed the shape first, the way the back of your shirt rested at the top of your ass, tight and hugging that bit. then the way your pants had hugged the curve so damn good he felt himself salivate. then it was the way it moved, a small step making your cheeks jiggle subtly but very very noticeably. he took in a sharp breath, leaning on the counter as his hand covered his mouth.

"here you are sir," you handed him the pack, calculating the price. but no, not yet he couldn't leave. "ah..shit. im a fuckin' idiot i meant marlboro." he hated that brand. he tskd, handing the pack back to you and you reassured him it was no issue. his head went a little to the side, tongue licking at the top row of his teeth. yeah, watch you arch your back reeaal good and pop that ass out for him— "here you go! just need your ID please and that'll be 2.50." he gave an mhm, and gave you the things needed.

constant visits to the gas station turned into conversations on your break, to number and social exchange, then he was inviting you to his dorm room and holding a (ass)cheek with his tongue down your throat. he wasn't too subtle about it anymore if you could call his past little flirts subtle, though to you they definitely would be. he would smack your ass whenever you got up or walked in front of him, especially if it was up the stairs. he would give comments, squeeze real tight and bend his finger near your hole just to see you flinch and jump. it was cute.

it was even better when he fucked you, having you bent in front of him and each plap, plap, plap of skin drove him mad. his hand could be elsewhere yet his eyes would be fixated on the way your ass rippled with each thrust of his hips slapping into your skin.

you shivered, teeth clenching together hard enough to grind as your fingers gripped to the front counter you worked behind. the gas station apron you wore was loose around your hips, pants down to your ankles and back arched to perfection. his pupils dilated, hands squeezing at the fat flesh of your glutes as his hand lifted and— "ah!?" a harsh thwak echoed throughout the small store, your squeal of surprise even louder. "mhm.." he huffed through his nose, never stopping despite the very stinging burn pulsing through his lower back and hips.

"yeah, look at this ass bouncin' for me baby." your head turned back, embarrassment clouding your face completely because he was right. you could see the way your arch made the globes of flesh bigger and you could genuinely see it. you whined, flustered as ever and burying your face into your arms like that would erase it all. even worse was that you could feel it too.

"na-uh, don't be all shy with me now." he clicked his tongue, fingers coming to your hair and pulling so harshly that your scalp burned. "i said look. 'nd you gon' keep lookin' understand me?" you hiccuped, nodding your head as your glossy eyes flickered towards his hips pounding the ever loving hell out of you.

whenever he got you pants they wouldn't ever last long. he would buy you things all the time when he should be paying his tuition, yet each time he past the leggings section or jeans he just had to buy the entire rack of each.

"mh..this is..eugh–" your fingers looped around the jeans loops, your legs shuffling a little to try and get the waist line above the bottom part of your body but it just wouldn't go up! "this is a little tight.." he almost told you that was the entire point. you scoffed in annoyance, your toes tipping before you lightly jumped— fuck.

on about the fifth jump they popped on real quick. you huffed with accomplishment, buttoning and zipping up your fly. "alright! i got them on thankfully!" he nodded, standing up and turning you around to face the mirror again. your face dropped seeing his hands start to unzip the fly and unbutton the button. this asshole.

"i just got these on! you can't just take them off!?"

[pervertedaydreams]

premise: naoya is a fucking loser who doesn't like your wife because he secretly wants to be her

it was no secret that naoya zenin saw women as less than. any and every individual from the opposite sex that he's come across has immediately been deemed in his mind as replaceable and unimportant. a useless waste of space that has no ulterior motive aside from serving and breeding offspring.

however, amongst the women he has met in his lifetime, he especially hated your wife. there wasn't even an actual reason for it as far as anyone knew. the lady hadn't even spoken a word to him before! yet, his disdain was as clear as day whenever she did as much as step foot in the same room as him. the whole grudge he had against them was unreasonable and just plain ridiculous to anyone that saw it.

furthermore, if he were to be asked about it, the sorcerer would immediately deny it. he'd wave off any questions that brought to attention the dirty glare he was sending her way or the noises of disapproval that would be loudly made by him whenever the two of you showed any sort of affection for each other.

he absolutely didn't feel any way about it. nope, not one bit. naoya didn't care about the way you lightly had your big, calloused hand placed around the curve of her hip. or the way that you'd give her a kiss on the forehead—or worse, her lips—before dismissing yourself to a meeting with the higher-ups of the zenin clan. why the hell would he care about those things anyway?

his habit of walking around your part of the estate at night 'to get some water' also didn't mean anything. the way he'd slow down his steps to hear you fucking that worthless whore through the walls was just pure coincidence, and it was his bad luck to have passed by right when it was happening. even if he'd been a 'victim' of the noise more than ten times already, all those were by accident, he swore!

when he took it a step further and actually peeked through the unsealed hole of the door leading into your bedroom, he didn't see anything wrong with it either. why would it be there if you didn't want people snooping in on the area? nonetheless, it still meant nothing. not when he witnessed you relentlessly pounding into your poor wife's puffy pussy, who was idly begging for you to slow down because she couldn't take any more. not when he shoved a hand into his pants and rubbed his leaking cock with the same speed at which you were thrusting into her. 

"I could handle him so much better than that slut," he'd whisper to himself, arm steadily stroking the throbbing flesh in his hand. "if it was me in her place, I'd never cry; I would take it for so much longer than she ever can." naoya would claim that he's only spouting those things because he's looking down on your wife and her lack of composure, but when his own hole starts to pulse with need too, he can't come up with a reason to excuse that. 

when you finally calm down and call it a night is when it hits naoya the strongest, though. because while you are now starting to clean up your exhausted wife, peppering her with kisses and praise for taking you so well, he's left with nothing but a cramp going up his forearm from masturbating and a dirty hand layered with his own fluids.

why the hell does she deserve to be treated so delicately while he's forced to go back to his room and silently wash himself clean? she's just a woman; once you were done relieving yourself, you should've left her to deal with the aftermath and gone to his part of the estate. she's weak and irrelevant; she didn't deserve all of your undivided attention. more important people deserved it. more important people like him.

however, until the day comes that you realize that, he'll just endure her existence to the best of his capabilities.

ps: here's a small piece of writing to show I'm not dead ✌ I've been busy so I haven't gotten on here as much but I'ma try and see if I can make a routine for myself to post more consistently

also, I normally don't like writing for one fandom back to back cause I want to expand my audience, but with the s3 of jjk coming out I might end up making a whole fanfiction for the anime 🙈 DON'T hold me to it tho, ya'll know how I get about commitment

[pervertedaydreams]

premise: naoya is a fucking loser who doesn't like your wife because he secretly wants to be her

it was no secret that naoya zenin saw women as less than. any and every individual from the opposite sex that he's come across has immediately been deemed in his mind as replaceable and unimportant. a useless waste of space that has no ulterior motive aside from serving and breeding offspring.

however, amongst the women he has met in his lifetime, he especially hated your wife. there wasn't even an actual reason for it as far as anyone knew. the lady hadn't even spoken a word to him before! yet, his disdain was as clear as day whenever she did as much as step foot in the same room as him. the whole grudge he had against them was unreasonable and just plain ridiculous to anyone that saw it.

furthermore, if he were to be asked about it, the sorcerer would immediately deny it. he'd wave off any questions that brought to attention the dirty glare he was sending her way or the noises of disapproval that would be loudly made by him whenever the two of you showed any sort of affection for each other.

he absolutely didn't feel any way about it. nope, not one bit. naoya didn't care about the way you lightly had your big, calloused hand placed around the curve of her hip. or the way that you'd give her a kiss on the forehead—or worse, her lips—before dismissing yourself to a meeting with the higher-ups of the zenin clan. why the hell would he care about those things anyway?

his habit of walking around your part of the estate at night 'to get some water' also didn't mean anything. the way he'd slow down his steps to hear you fucking that worthless whore through the walls was just pure coincidence, and it was his bad luck to have passed by right when it was happening. even if he'd been a 'victim' of the noise more than ten times already, all those were by accident, he swore!

when he took it a step further and actually peeked through the unsealed hole of the door leading into your bedroom, he didn't see anything wrong with it either. why would it be there if you didn't want people snooping in on the area? nonetheless, it still meant nothing. not when he witnessed you relentlessly pounding into your poor wife's puffy pussy, who was idly begging for you to slow down because she couldn't take any more. not when he shoved a hand into his pants and rubbed his leaking cock with the same speed at which you were thrusting into her. 

"I could handle him so much better than that slut," he'd whisper to himself, arm steadily stroking the throbbing flesh in his hand. "if it was me in her place, I'd never cry; I would take it for so much longer than she ever can." naoya would claim that he's only spouting those things because he's looking down on your wife and her lack of composure, but when his own hole starts to pulse with need too, he can't come up with a reason to excuse that. 

when you finally calm down and call it a night is when it hits naoya the strongest, though. because while you are now starting to clean up your exhausted wife, peppering her with kisses and praise for taking you so well, he's left with nothing but a cramp going up his forearm from masturbating and a dirty hand layered with his own fluids.

why the hell does she deserve to be treated so delicately while he's forced to go back to his room and silently wash himself clean? she's just a woman; once you were done relieving yourself, you should've left her to deal with the aftermath and gone to his part of the estate. she's weak and irrelevant; she didn't deserve all of your undivided attention. more important people deserved it. more important people like him.

however, until the day comes that you realize that, he'll just endure her existence to the best of his capabilities.

ps: here's a small piece of writing to show I'm not dead ✌ I've been busy so I haven't gotten on here as much but I'ma try and see if I can make a routine for myself to post more consistently

also, I normally don't like writing for one fandom back to back cause I want to expand my audience, but with the s3 of jjk coming out I might end up making a whole fanfiction for the anime 🙈 DON'T hold me to it tho, ya'll know how I get about commitment

[ollyissleepy]

𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐬𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐞

pairings: platonic yandere!batfam x neglected!sorcerer!male!reader (ft. satoru gojo x reader) summary: Your father let out a sigh of relief when he heard the news of you getting enrolled in the same religious school as your mother. He wasn't in a place to be your father, not when the city called him. Not when Dick needed a parent more than you. And there was something about you that scared Bruce just a bit. He just didn't expect for you to return to the manor years later looking like you went through hell and back. But Bruce and his kids don't have the time to unpack what happened to you in Japan. The city once again is put first. But then why are they sad when you return back to Japan following a man in a blindfold? And why does every fibre of their beings so badly wishes that you would follow behind them instead? tags: jjk spoilers; past suguru x reader mentioned; emotional neglect; reader has an aura that batfam doesn't know how to deal with (it's his curse energy); typical jjk & dc violence; death and murder; assassins; attempts at kidnapping; zenin clan mentioned; satoru dgaf about giving his clan an heir and goes after reader anyway; taglist: closed. more spots will open after act one. a/n: if the ages don't add up, just pretend that they do and it allllll makes sense

masterlist | act one: part one

You grew up knowing there were things your mother was trying to shield you from. She would sometimes disappear for a few hours when you were really young. Then for days and even weeks you got bigger and more independent.

You hated when your mother would leave you. And that feeling only grew the older you got and she explained to you what she was going through.

Your mother never spoke bad about the society both of you were a part of. Allowed you to grow up in the fantasy that she and her former friends were some kind of superheroes.

Standing over your mother's casket, you knew how foolish you were to think so. Sorcerers weren't superheroes; they were nothing more than mere lambs sent for slaughter so 'regular people' could remain ignorant.

Finding out about her funeral the day it was being held didn't help with your perception of jujutsu society.

You came home from school hours ago, only to find your 'aunt' Jane, who in reality was a woman your mother paid to watch over you whenever she was gone for long periods of time, sitting in the living room next to an older Japanese man and looking like she'd seen a ghost.

He told you what happened to your mother while sounding like he's bored. You didn't know which one was worse, the man's bored tone or that apologetic tone your aunt had when she told you that he prepared clothes for you.

You managed to keep your tears in until you reached the sanctuary of your room. You kneeled down onto the floor, the tears and snot running down your face, and you bit into your fist to stop yourself from making any sound and alerting the people downstairs.

You begged to see your mother's face one last time, but your aunt insisted that the casket should remain closed. Jane told you that your mother wouldn't want you to see her like this.

The other man opened the casket before your aunt could try to say more and persuade you from trying to see your mother.

You stared at your mother's disfigured face. The left side of it was almost completely gone, the raw cheekbones and some burnt muscles barely holding it together. His right side didn't look much better.

"This is why we decided you will stay with your father for the time being." The man scoffed, staring down at your dead mother's face. "Don't get too attached to him; you will start training the moment you reach your fifteenth birthday."

"And become another sacrifice for your so-called cause?" You rolled your eyes. "I would rather join my mother in the ground now."

"You have no choice, boy." The man grabbed your shoulder and turned you towards him. "The only reason we allowed your mother to leave Japan was after she signed you up for one of the schools before you even properly formed in her womb."

Your father wasn't there to greet you when you arrived at the manor. You've heard about him before. Some things you learnt through your mother, others from searching him up on the internet. And after seeing the life your father had, you used to be glad he wasn't in your life. You were more than content with it being just you and your mum. And Aunt Jane.

You weren't sure who exactly told Bruce about your existence, but the butler who welcomed you into the threshold wasn't surprised when you and the elder you met at your mother's funeral knocked on the door.

You knew to not give yourself any hope about your father wanting you in his life when you didn't even make it out of the entryway when Alfred began to make excuses about his absence. He's a busy man, you get it, but would it really kill him to at least meet you during your first day at the manor and not the third?

You even met Tim, his ward, before you met Bruce. Even if your interaction lasted a few minutes before he scrambled off with a bunch of excuses. It was still more than from your father.

When you did meet him, he barely looked at you. You took it as he was ashamed of you, but when you confided in Alfred about it, he told you that Bruce had recently lost a son and how it was taking a toll on him. But if losing his adoptive son was taking a toll on him, why did he take in another one? And why did he seem to not have a problem with spending time with him like he had with you?

You wanted to ask the butler, but instead you nodded and promised to give your father more time.

You missed your mother every day you spent at the manor. The counsellor at school Bruce enrolled you in told you that you should stop isolating yourself so you could make it easier for yourself.

She didn't understand that you weren't the one doing this; your father's family was. Except for Alfred. Even if it was clear he would stand by your father no matter how he was acting, Alfred still tried to give you the attention you needed after losing your mother.

When you first met Dick Grayson, you learnt one thing: your father didn't bother to tell his eldest son about you. He tried to hide it; you can give him points for that. But the way his eyes grew wide when he first saw you in the manor's corridor was a dead giveaway.

You were polite towards Dick, just like you promised Alfred you would. Though you did find it ironic that the butler managed to warn you about your 'eldest brother', no one told Dick about you.

A part of you knew why. They were uncomfortable around you. You heard Tim express it to your father one night, long after the bedtime Alfred had assigned you.

"I'm telling you there's just something about him..." you overheard Tim say. "He's just so weird. You can feel it too, right?"

You didn't stick around to hear what your father has to say. You doubted he had anything to say about the 'energy' you had; it wasn't like he was ever around you to feel it.

You were surprised to see your father join you at the dining table a few days after you met Dick for the first time. At first you guessed that the guilt of not even trying to show up had finally caught up to him.

Deciding to not care about Bruce sitting right in front of you, you ate the breakfast Alfred had prepared for you in silence. But instead of doing the same, your father was staring right at you. That's when you knew he wasn't here to spend time with you; he was here to see for himself what both of his sons were talking about.

So you looked up, meeting his eyes with a raised brow. The eye contact didn't last long before Bruce made up an excuse and left the dining room.

You started to look forward to the school your mother had enrolled you in, despite the fact that you still weren't on board with following in her footsteps. After all, it not only gave you a chance to be around people like you, people that wouldn't be scared of you, but also it was your way out. In comparison to Gotham, Japan didn't sound all that bad.

You spent the rest of your time at the manor counting down the days to your fifteenth birthday. You didn't know when and how exactly you would be taken away; the last time you interacted with anyone from Jujutsu society was when one of the elders had dropped you off at the manor, so the date of your birthday seemed like a safe bet.

Alfred suggested that you have a party, even if you didn't make any friends in Gotham during your time there. He suggested it could be a family get-together to celebrate you. You ended up agreeing, even if you learnt that no one from your 'family' will actually show up.

When the time for your birthday 'party' came, Alfred had encouraged you to sit at the head of the table and wait for your father and his sons to join. The first hour the butler spent making excuses as to why they were running late, but when the second hour was close to passing by, he asked if you wanted to blow out your candles.

"Yeah, let's just get this over with." You put up a smile for the butler to not make him feel worse than he probably already did by the situation.

Alfred walked back into the dining room, singing you a birthday song. Once he was finished, you blew out the candles with an empty mind and the butler's arm around your shoulders. Alfred barely got to cut a piece of cake for you when the doorbell echoed through the manor.

Alfred encouraged you to start eating while he left to check who was at the door. You almost did when the unmistakable energy of another sorcerer hit your senses. You left the cake where Alfred had put it and followed the butler to the entry way.

"My name is Yaga, I am a teacher at the school your mother enrolled you in before her... passing," the man introduced himself when he spotted you entering the room. "I am here to accompany you on your journey. Are you packed and ready to leave?"

You nodded, running off to your room. On the stairs you ran past Bruce, but you didn't pay him much mind. You just wanted to get to your room, grab the bag you had packed earlier that day and leave Gotham for good.

In the entryway, Alfred found himself wanting to stop you from leaving with Yaga, or anyone from your mother's life. Even if it was cruel of him to do so.

But before he could say anything to the man that was about to take you away, Bruce put his hand on Alfred's shoulder.

"It's for the best that he leaves," Bruce told the butler.

And with that, Alfred was left watching Yaga go without looking back at the manor. At him.

Next to him, Bruce let out a sigh of relief when the car Yaga rented disappeared from the manor's driveway.

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[ollyissleepy]

𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬

pairings: platonic yandere!batfam x neglected!sorcerer!male!reader (ft. satoru gojo x reader) summary: Your father let out a sigh of relief when he heard the news of you getting enrolled in the same religious school as your mother. He wasn't in a place to be your father, not when the city called him. Not when Dick needed a parent more than you. And there was something about you that scared Bruce just a bit. He just didn't expect for you to return to the manor years later looking like you went through hell and back. But Bruce and his kids don't have the time to unpack what happened to you in Japan. The city once again is put first. But then why are they sad when you return back to Japan following a man in a blindfold? And why does every fibre of their beings so badly wishes that you would follow behind them instead? tags: jjk spoilers; past suguru x reader mentioned; emotional neglect; reader has an aura that batfam doesn't know how to deal with (it's his curse energy); typical jj & dc violence; death and murder; assassins; attempts at kidnapping; zenin clan mentioned; satoru dgaf about giving his clan an heir and goes after reader anyway; status: ongoing taglist: closed. more spots will open after act one.

prelude. mother's sacrifice

act one.

part one. the students of jujutsu part two. part three.

act two.

part one. part two. part three.

act three.

part one. part two. part three.

the finale.

taglist(50/50): @place-holders-things @fayezasstuff @sproutytoad @catboi-anon @mitzukiyapping @suneaterscape @miakxn @ratatata-u @cjshimlyn @lordbugs @kaiser569 @midnight-dreamerxeclipse @uivira @fluffthefluffer @yhin-gg @paledazeenemy @katsattorney @blueiones @kwrtig @mitinhasmitose @depressed--therapist @promotesilverminer @anonymousbluefox @nuggettsandfries @nightwinglover101 @luv-luv-lover @songmgi @jianurl @chrimsonkitty @izukusbiggestfan @altusha @bearchermer @sleppyann @anacarolayne23 @pearlyribbons @fruitofdiscord @limerenceisserenity @venomsvl @im-so-goddamn-tired @herdarlin @what-just-happened-to-me @reijixia13 @keiikuii @thatonehotguy15 @lvotwe @mappleppi @kmsllii @v3llev3t3 @soda-sprite @amberlino

[my-great-big-book-of-fan-fiction]

L Lawliet x Reader: how L handles pregnancy

Wrote this because I need fluff! Enjoy!

Lets get one thing straight, L would never expect himself to be a father

He's too busy

He's too closed off

He's too much of a target

But, on the other hand, he thought the same exact things about dating before he met you

And all you've done is bring him more joy and peace than he's ever experienced

On the other other hand, babies were entirely different

He couldn't find himself growing attached to a clump of cells, or a screaming raisin with hands

They were a lot of work, and while he had plenty of free time when he wasn't working, when he was he had to be able to devote himself to it completely

They also were loud, and smelly, and entirely uninteresting

But...you did want one very badly. He's not stupid, he can see how you look at toddlers on the street, or ads for baby bottles, or women pushing strollers

It was something you gave up in silence when you committed yourself to him, along with things such as weddings, and settling in one spot, and seeing your family often

All of that to say, his narrow success with the kira case has given him much to think about considering what he wants, what you want, and the value of his own life

He could have died

He could have died.

And what would you be left with? He didn't give you very many options, he's accidently turned you into quite the dependant person

it was the day he sentenced Light Yagami and all of his accomplices to death that he set up a will concerning everything to do with you, essentially setting you up for life. You don't know about this.

Weeks later, something that almost seems like fate strikes. You come to him, nervous, holding a pregnancy test.

You didn't want to alarm him, but your period was late, and most recently you've been experiencing morning sickness.

Turns out you're pregnant, about 4 weeks given the symptoms.

Now, you were standing in the doorway of the bathroom, test in hand, wide-eyed. He can't tell what it is, fear or excitement, or a mix of the two, but you're looking to him for solutions

"L...look..."

"What do I do?"

It's the first time he's been at a true loss for words.

It was a very good question.

What do you do?

"What would you like to do?"

He knew it wasn't that simple, but it would be nice to know your thoughts

"I...I don't know..."

"Would you..." he almost didn't want to ask

"Would you like to keep it?"

And then you were crying

it took quite a while to calm you down

But after a good, long talk, it was decided

You would keep the child

He doesn't know why he agreed or offered

He doesn't find himself to be good with kids

Maybe it was because he wanted something other than cases to do

Maybe it was because he wanted you to be happy

Either way, it wasn't a particularly good reason

In retrospect, he probably shouldn't have agreed so easily

no matter what, he was now determined to at minimum be well-read

you found that within a week, he was bombarding you with facts and questions

"Did you know ginger tea is extremely helpful with nausea? Would you like to try it?"

"The fetus should be about the size of a grain of rice, if we've calculated correctly."

"Are you feeling any tenderness around your breasts, or any mood swings?"

by the second month, he's asking questions you couldn't possibly answer

"How often did your mother pump breast milk? It would be useful to know about any aunts or cousins as well."

"They say a woman's intuition is the best tell of a baby's gender. I'm not one for superstition, but...do you have any feeling one way or the other?"

"It should be about the size of a raspberry by now."

As endearing as it was, his excitement could get a little tiring, especially when these questions were asked at 12 in the morning

That said, he more than made up for it with his patience

every time you rushed to the bathroom to throw up, he was padding after you to hold your hair and rub soothing circles across your back

Every time you had the oddest, frankly disgusting cravings, he was there to bring you pickles wrapped in ham and pepper jack cheese, or fill the sink with dishsoap so you could obsess over the smell while you ate ice

every time you sobbed over the fact that the puppies in the adoption commercials were "too cute to live in a place like this," he was there to run his fingers through your hair and assure you that puppies don't understand social injustice

he, to his own surprise, enjoys watching your belly grow, and your body change to accommodate the life inside

He swears you're glowing

In his own head, of course

He's also keeps you on a very strict schedule

at least 9 hours of sleep, three meals a day, all with the proper vitamins and proteins to support your health

You swear he worries too much, which he quickly bites back with a cool, "many things can happen during pregnancy. We must keep our odds high."

he's made part of his routine resting his head on your stomach every night before bed, with the excuse that he enjoys your fingers on his scalp

To his surprise, about 4 months in, he feels something

Like a little push, tiny and right against his face

"Oh, the baby kicked," you cooed

"Fascinating..."

Ever since then, he's kept his hand or face on you any time you sit down

When the gender reveal comes, you don't have anyone to celebrate with, besides Watari

You decide to do a cake reveal just between you and L

"What do you want? A boy, or a girl?"

"I want a baby."

Typical of him

You let him do the slicing, and at the first peek of blue, you were already screaming

"It's a boy! L, its a boy! We're having a baby boy!"

L knows you well enough to know either sex would have the exact same reaction

Despite his indifference, the reveal does solidify how real it all is

He would have a son

His son, baking inside of you, right now

It's jarring to think about

months later, 5 to be exact, L was rather nervous

"Do birth defects run in your family?"

"C-sections?"

"Have you been hydrating properly?"

You have to reassure him every time that things will be okay

It's best to distract him with questions of your own

"Do you think he'll have your eyes?"

"What should we name him?"

"I bet he'll be just as curious as you are."

The night your contractions start is the night he finally gets to put everything he learned to use

He and watari take you to the nearest hospital, go-bag and carseat already loaded, all while you pant and moan about the pain

Getting you settled in the hospital was the easiest part, luckily they had an available room

The hard part was watching someone he loved go through so much pain

The total time you spent in labor was 12 hours

L held your hand all the way through, even if he's sure you probably broke one of his fingers

"I read breathing slowly is helpful with-"

"SHUT UP, I'M PUSHING A GODDAMN WATERMELON OUT OF MY CUNT"

Needless to say, you didn't really care about facts while in active labor

When the baby finally escaped, L made sure he was handed to you as soon as possible, after all skin to skin contact is highly important for bonding

It was covered in blood and gunk and all other things, by any objective view it was utterly disgusting

But the moment it was cradled against your chest, all wrinkled and small and helpless...

He felt overwhelmed with more love than he's ever felt before

Pure, unending love

Somehow, there was a creature on this earth he loved more than you

When it was finally time for the baby to be taken for cleaning and check-up, he only sat beside you, still holding your hand, quietly waiting for his son to return

"L...we have a baby..."

"We do."

"How do you feel?"

"How do you feel?"

"...answer the damn question, I just gave birth."

"I'm worried for the future. But hopeful, as well."

When the baby finally returns, and he's offered the chance to hold him, he panics, just a little

What if he drops him?

He has to support the head

Remember to support the head

And the body as well

And don't hold him too tight

Or too loose

It isn't until he's actually in his arms that L can relax

Just a tiny thing, with a mess of black hair at the top of his coconut head

And when his son opens his big, black eyes?

L will do anything and everything for this child

For his son

[amusedyan]

Yandere L and his darling raising a child together? Would L become a platonic yandere for his child?

There had been...tension, originally, when you'd given birth.

L had felt...nothing for the baby that was coming, but he took care of you, accepting it as something that you wanted. He loved you, and if this made you happy, he would give it to you.

The baby was small, silent, and born with his eyes open.

L is endlessly fascinated.

It isn’t love- not like he feels for you.

L isn’t a stranger to geniuses- he’s helped to groom his successors, has evaluated them, helped to compile the workload, examined them. The baby is different.

Maybe because L isn’t used to babies. Normally the orphans that come to Wammy’s House are older- they have to be, to meet the parameters that the facility requires for admittance. 

You dote on the child, and he grows.

He looks...not like you, and not like L, exactly. He has L’s dark eyes, but he looks like the mix of the both of you.

“Would you like to hold him?” You offer after a few months. It surprises him; you’ve been protective of the baby, hardly putting him down. It was...something, to watch you take care of the child, working around hm, orbiting his life.

He surprises himself more when he accepts the offer. You show him how to hold the baby, how to cradle his head. He thinks that maybe you enjoy the ability to teach him something.

The infant in his arms is warm and soft, and he makes a happy sort of giggle when L tucks him close to his chest.

Oh, he thinks, looking down at the face.

And this...this is nice.

When L tentatively raises a hand to touch the baby’s nose, and a warm little hand reaches up to squeeze his finger, and L’s heart gives a soft little lurch.

And that is how L loses his heart a second time.

[dreamkidddream]

Can I request a teen mc who is like YUJI from jujutsu kaisen as in they are the vessel of SUKUNA PLSS? Like maybe they can manifest SUKUNA in his curse form as another being as well like megumis dogs? (If you don’t know JJK can you just do a chaotic teen mc? ❤️)

WHEW THIS ALMOST DID NOT GET POSTED SINCE TUMBLR DELETED PARTS OF IT.

So let me tell you: I started reading the manga but have yet to watch the anime 😭 it’s really good though and I’m probably gonna start it this week, but I’m not sure if I’m 100% confident in writing Sukuna. BUT this request was too good to pass up, so if you don’t like it I will write the other scenario instead just let me know!

So for these headcanons, I made it to where MC is Sukuna’s vessel like Yuji, and that they can manifest him if needed. But, I still kept it to where he’s not exactly a good guy with MC’s best interest at heart. Reader is gender neutral and younger than the Bros, so the dynamic is more family instead of romance just a heads up! Hope you enjoy!

TW: Minor cursing, spoilers for Lesson 16 in Mammon’s, Beel’s, and Belphie’s part

The Brothers with Teen MC who’s Sukuna’s Vessel

Lucifer

Was very irritated with this revelation, but still curious

Still annoyed either way though

He already had to make sure that you stayed alive during your stay and not disappoint Diavolo, but now he had to make sure that you kept this curse at bay too!

#GiveLuciferABreak2021

He’s very skeptical of you: not only because of you being a young human but also being a human with essentially a demon inside of you

A very troublesome demon if not kept under control at all times

Honestly Sukuna was like an buzzing gnat who wouldn’t just go away, so Lucifer didn’t see him as a threat personally. More of a nuisance that could grow into a threat if remained unchecked

After you explained the whole situation, he still assigned Mammon to you, but he made sure to personally keep an eye on you too

Your presence was seen as a threat at first, but as time passed, he, along with his brothers knew you meant no harm, but the same couldn’t be said for this Sukuna

He wanted to have faith in you, but he couldn’t bring himself to fully believe it. After an incident at RAD with another demon attempting to attack you, your powers (or rather Sukuna’s) came out to play

He saw the markings, the extra eyes, the malice spread on your face, and he then realized just how serious this has become. You were able to gain control back, but the damage was already done. You were so distraught, sobbing before you, trying to apologize and swearing that you didn’t mean for this to happen, all the while Sukuna was laughing, morphing a mouth on your cheek

It was so bizarre to see, and he couldn’t help but feel a pang of pity for you. You were such a kind person, always going out of the way to spend time and help wherever you could. You essentially became a part of the family, but he knew that you didn’t feel accepted because of him

After that, your “punishment” was to practice holding control over Sukuna with Lucifer, every day after school (which can just be seen as him checking in on you on a daily basis, and trying out different techniques to make sure repeats of this incident doesn’t happen again). Meaning that you trained on manifesting him at will, instead of him completely taking over

Not gonna lie he’s acting like a proud dad when he sees you making progress and Sukuna just sitting in your head tired of all this positivity lol

Lucifer cares for you, he’s accepted you fully even if you hadn’t for yourself. He wants to protect all of his family (including you), and he doesn’t want to think about what could happen if Sukuna becomes a danger to the Devildom or Diavolo...

Mammon

Is impressed but also low key nervous

Humans are not suppose to be like this, ya know!

He’s not the smartest demon in Hell, but he definitely knows that you can’t summon demons without a pact, and he knows your baby face doesn’t have one with the King of Curses

You had to break down the whole deal, and it made him even more confused and distressed

Was still acting annoyed being your designated babysitter, I mean seriously, just how annoying can you be?!

Just kidding! You guys are totally partners in crime in no time and you both make Lucifer get 2x the wrinkles now

“MC, let the Great Mammon show you how’s it done!”

“Mammon, you’re going to be the reason why we’ll be strung up again for the third time this week.”

“It’s going to be both of your idiots’ faults. Such a pathetic display.”

SHIT HE FORGOT YOU GOT A WHOLE CURSE INSIDE YOU

He HATES whenever Sukuna makes an appearance, whether you call on him or he makes his own special appearance. He’s like a gritty and more sadistic version of Lucifer, minus the style and uptight personality (and honestly the finesse too), which made him 10x the more aggravating

He honestly hates Sukuna in general. Here you are, his MC, one of the only people to stand up and defend him always, struggling to live a normal life because of him. It was bad enough that you got sent down here with no warning, but now you got sent with him, and from what Mammon could hear with the conversations between you two, he wasn’t exactly your BFF

Denies being excited about seeing you perform your cursed techniques, but only because it brings him out (and he guesses it’s a little cool that you know how to do it). But human, you don’t need that lame curse, you got the great demon himself to protect you!

On a darker note, you made Mammon swear to you that if Sukuna took over and you for some reason couldn’t gain back control, that he would protect himself and his brothers first before worrying about you. He hated this even coming up, you should be worrying about what’s the next scheme you guys could pull off, not some weird sharpie colored entity causing problems. But you were dead serious, and you made him promise that if the worst case scenario ever happened, he would make sure it’s taken care of

Mammon realized you were the missing piece to their family. It felt nice to have someone depend on him, to actually treat him with respect and care for him truly. He refused to accept Sukuna as a part of you (really he just acted like he didn’t exist, which he didn’t in his mind), and he refused to let him or anyone else harm you

You’re family now, and he wasn’t going to lose anyone else ever again

Leviathan

Oh look, another normie

Wow, you’re such a normie that you’re even talking to yourself through a manifested mouth on your palm-wait WHAT

You broke it down to him, and you just...stared at you, with a blank expression on his face. Until-

“OMG THIS IS JUST LIKE THE ANIME-“

How ironic lol

He practically had a fanboy overload moment whenever you showed off your cursed techniques to him after he begged asked you countless times

You guys remember that vine with the kid saying, “I have the power of God and anime on my side”? Recreate that while doing your moves and he’ll be in awe and dying laughing at the same time

Will post it to his Devilgram and DevilTube

His envy will start to show at first. How is it that someone boring like you get to have all these cool powers and have an actual king reside in you?? You’re living the Shonen dream and not even grateful for it!

But this reality for him would soon shatter after he saw Sukuna for himself, and the way that he behaved towards you. The way that the curse would just look at with disdain in his eyes just made Levi’s skin crawl. He was made well aware that you were in fact not living the anime dream he thought you were. The look in your eyes reminded him of how he would feel whenever he felt like a scummy otaku, and from that point forward he would find ways to cheer you up

You can plan on having anime marathons, game nights, even talking with Henry (I hc that he can talk and understand aquatic animals) when you get into these moods. Anything that helps him get out of his funks he’s hoping it helps you too. You don’t deserve this type of treatment from anyone, especially someone that even he can no doubt eliminate

You were honestly one of the coolest people that he knows, and one of the strongest too! Not just physically, but mentally too. He can’t imagine what could be going on in your head since Sukuna became a part of you, but he knows that you’re strong enough to overcome anything that he throws at you. And if you had moments where you faltered or doubted yourself, that’s okay! Levi would be right beside you the whole way, doing anything he can to keep pushing you forward

Be the teen anime hero that he’s know you can be MC! You wouldn’t be his Henry if he didn’t have any faith in you, you know?

Bonus: you don’t have to worry about your anime nights being ruined after one night when Sukuna somehow found a spoiler to an anime that Levi was really anticipating became a very visual warning for the curse. Levi convinced you to let him take over, and whatever was said resonated with him because you never heard a peep after that, both out loud and in your head

Satan

Oh he was BEYOND fascinated

We all know how much Satan loves to read and how smart he is, so while you look at your condition as a curse (no pun intended), he saw it as an opportunity

Could you feel this curse coursing through your body? Did you feel stronger? Could he see through your eyes all the time or only when you let him? He had so many questions it wasn’t even funny

Very understanding of your situation surprisingly (but still called you dumb for eating Sukuna’s finger)

Satan would be one of the only people you could really trust when dealing with Sukuna. Yes, you trusted all of the brothers, but if you were really in a bind you could count on Satan to come up with a solution quickly

The only issue was his anger. Everyone knows just how angry he can get, and to avoid him ASAP if you even think he’s getting frustrated. Sukuna knows this too, and will be more than happy to taunt him to truly bring out his wrath. While he does need you alive (for now), it wouldn’t hurt to have some type of fun around here. Plus, this could cause your bonds with these brothers to weaken, and the weaker the bond, the weaker the will to help you keep him at bay and defeat him

But Satan knew better, and you did your best in keeping Sukuna away. He may be the Avatar of Wrath but that didn’t mean he was stupid. However, he did have one slip up unfortunately

You see, he was just having a bad day and already got into a spat with Lucifer, and you sensed that he certainly needed his space. So while you slowly backtracked to your room and from his path, Sukuna decided to be the evil ass that he is, and proceed to provoke him. What finally made him snap was his comment that, “You would be a formidable opponent if you weren’t in your older brothers’ shadow, but oh well. Can’t help who you come from I see.”

It took Beel, Mammon, and Lucifer to properly restrain him from ripping Sukuna (really you) limb from limb, with him laughing manically and you scrambling back in fear. Which called for a very long, detailed family meeting (of course after Satan fully calmed down) that resulted in mediated meetings between you and him for the next month. You felt guilty, you should have done better containing him, but you couldn’t predict whenever he decided to pop up!

But after a long talk, Satan didn’t blame you. He blamed himself for losing to his anger and especially blamed Sukuna. He decided that it was time to get rid of this pest once and for all. Be ready MC, cause once he puts his mind to something, there’s no stopping him

Prepare for your bonding time to be deep into books and practicing new hexes and curses. But don’t worry, it’s not always boring and Satan makes sure that you’re having some type of fun. He’s really doing this to have some sort of protection for you: whether it’s against Sukuna or himself. He wants you to know something besides your cursed techniques just in case they fail for some reason

Will shockingly want you to manifest the curse, one main reason is to obviously collect information on him, the other reason is to test said hexes and curses on him

Can a curse be cursed? Let’s find out

You helped Satan with him realizing that anger isn’t the only emotion that you can feel, and with you being so young, he wanted you to experience life as much as you can. And while you had an extra...passenger with you, he will do his best to make sure that it doesn’t get in the way of you enjoying life. It was nice to see a joyous smile on your face

Also you guys did find a hex that made Sukuna meow for the whole day and it was the best thing to ever happen with him lmao

Asmodeus

Honestly wasn’t really bothered with it at first. If anything, he treated it like hot gossip when you told him in the beginning

One thing he will say though: humans can be so revolting at times. I mean you ate a rotten finger, a cursed, aged, sharp, disgusting- you get the point. He did cringe at that, but everything else was pretty normal besides that

Still talked about your daily gossip, painted nails, the works. But recently, Sukuna’s name has been coming up more and more in your recent convos. Asmo, being quite the messy curious demon, wanted to know more about this curse

He really treated Sukuna like he was just your show and tell act and would want you to bring it out to see how he really was. He was amused with your cursed techniques, but he wanted to see more!

He heard you both talking with one another, and he wanted to see him in person! He hasn’t done anything and you’re among the seven strongest in Hell, so what could go wrong?

So much. So much could go wrong

And so much went wrong

After you manifested him, it went downhill from there. The large amount of control you did show caught his attention, but then it moved to the King of Curses himself. He was very delighted to see him up close for more than a couple of seconds, and took his time admiring his physique up close. It was fun for him, but not for you. Sukuna could feel your will slipping since your focus was being divided dealing with Asmo, so he took this as his time to shine

You had an exhausting day, and you were tired, which he used to his advantage. Asmo started to complain when Sukuna suddenly disappeared, but didn’t have a chance to voice it as your arm suddenly gripped the front of his shirt. He felt himself jolt, feeling his heart pumping. He looked into your eyes and realized that this wasn’t you, this was now Sukuna. The black markings that lined your face along with the new eye color (and the extra pair of eyes) came with a grin that stretched across your face

“What’s the matter? You were so eager to be in my presence, is it not to your liking now that the tables have turned? You claim to be one of the strongest, yet I would be able to kill you just being in this form-Ah, the brat is trying to come back, what a shame. Do me a favor, little Asmodeus, don’t insult me like this again. I am a King, and you will remember that. I might have to pay you another visit and take your heart with me next time to make sure you’re aware of that.”

He didn’t give Asmo time to answer, as his grip loosened and you were back. He saw you stumbling, shook out of his own thoughts and reached to catch you. He knew that this curse was an issue, but he didn’t understand just how serious this was, how serious it had gotten so quickly. The thought of Sukuna didn’t scare him, but the promise of him coming back just for him caused some worry. He wasn’t the weakest, but he didn’t want to hurt you! As much as he couldn’t stand his new found scorn of Sukuna, it wasn’t enough for him to take the chance of injuring you

You didn’t strike fear in him, rather the opposite. To see someone he has grown to care about be the one to try and bring his demise was...saddening. He could just feel his heart breaking at the notion. And if this experience taught him one thing is to be more understanding of what you’re going through

You remembered bits and pieces of the incident, and whenever you asked Asmo about it, he would divulge a tad in what happened, but wouldn’t go into too much detail. He didn’t want you blaming yourself, and he didn’t want you to distance yourself from him either. You already proven yourself of formindable you are ever since you gotten down here, and Asmo wasn’t going to let some jealous wannabe demon get in the way of that!

So no more talk of the thing, and whenever it did want to make an unsuspecting visit, Asmo would be ready. The thing was immune to most curses, but that didn’t mean that he couldn’t be charmed to some extent, right?

Has covered the eye slits up with makeup and other beauty products every morning, becomes both of your favorite bonding activity. Anything to erase any evidence of it existing and to hear your giggles brightens his day everytime!

Beelzebub

Is very sympathetic of your ordeal

Has mad respect for you eating that finger though, even he doesn’t think that he would eat that

Maybe with some sauces and some Hellroast he might

Is another brother that tries to keep an eye on you. If this Sukuna really is as dangerous as you make him out to be, then he would make sure to be prepared if things went south

Beel’s motto: stay ready you ain’t gotta get ready

Will want you to practice your moves with him. Beel’s pretty powerful, and on muscles alone is one of the strongest brothers. He wants to make sure that you can recognize your full potential, and to always do your best. Expect to be in the gym or the HoL’s backyard working out and training majority of the week

Is thoroughly impressed with your cursed techniques

Beel doesn’t understand that while yes, you have a whole curse residing in you, doesn’t make you less of a human. He forgets that you still have some limitations, and you have to remind him at least twice a week. You gotten more powerful yes, but you still weren’t at Beel’s level

“You can do it MC! Don’t give up!”

“Beel this is over 500 pounds...are you forgetting that I’m still HUMAN-”

But you can never stay mad at him, he’s just too sweet and he means well. He genuinely wants you safe and prepared if anything happens with Sukuna, and if getting you buffed up makes him feel somewhat at ease, then you’ll deal with it

Shares his food with you sometimes. He makes sure that you eat properly too, so no skipping out on meals!

Great listener! Whether you’re complaining about class, talking about a new restaurant you’re interested in (he’s definitely tuned in), or venting about Sukuna, he’s all ears. Even gives you advice if you ask for it or if you really need it

Has encountered Sukuna while he took over your body once, and let me tell you, he was not happy at all

Beel is one of the brothers that are in touch with his emotions; he doesn’t really fly off the handle into a rage unless someone has done something to his family or if he’s being denied food. But now that you’re family and vulnerable not only to other demons but to this curse inhabiting your body, he wasn’t taking any chances

He made sure to be very clear when talking with Sukuna. He wouldn’t stand for anything happening to you, and he made sure that the curse would wish he stayed scattered if that boundary was crossed

Beel is a very protective big brother that’s constantly looking out for you all the time. Even if you feel like that you need to bare this burden on your own, he makes sure that you never feel alone.

He already lost Lilith, and he doesn’t want to lose you too. He won’t mess up this time

Belphegor

See, he knew that there was something wrong with humans, and you were living proof of that

How can you trust humans not knowing if they have another creature living within them?!

Whatever, he’s too sleepy to even care about it

And you weren’t one of the worst so...he guesses that you’re tolerable, but don’t push it!

In the beginning, he thought it was easy to manipulate you, but he could just sense that something wasn’t right with you (and no, it wasn’t because you were just human). He would hear you talking aloud to yourself, except that you were...responding to yourself too?

He thought you finally cracked up lmao

He brought it up as a joke once, but the way you reacted was tense and...ashamed? Oh, he just hit a gold mine. This could make things much more interesting. You shared a little bit of your story with this so called “King of Curses”, but he was smart enough to make a plan off of the information. Maybe he could take advantage of Sukuna like he is of you. Kill two birds with one stone

Well his plan backfired swiftly. After he was freed from the attic and went straight in for the kill, things went array. His hands were wrapped around your neck, he could-should see the life leaving your eyes, but instead he was met with Sukuna’s gaze. Belphie thought he planned this right, he made sure that he didn’t give you enough time to manifest him or to use your curse techniques, so how was this-

“You think I don’t recognize the look of bloodlust, you spoiled child? You were foolish enough to believe that you could get rid of me this easily like the brat?!”, and he was sent flying across the room. How was this happening, this wasn’t suppose to happen!-

“As much as I would like to see them die, they’re useful to me for the time being. Once they are of no use anymore, the only one who will be relishing in their demise is me. They’ll be dying by my hand, not by some weakened child.”

Those words still resonated with him still to this day. Honestly, the whole incident did. No matter how many times he tried to convince himself that you forgiven him and want to build a real bond together, his mind refused to erase that horrid memory, and he deserved it. When Belphie remembers back to that day, he remembers the horrified and heart breaking looks on his brothers’ faces, the way that your eyes show how betrayed and petrified, and how you were gasping out begging him to stop, before he comes out and puts everyone in danger

He felt disgusting, guilty, mortified, regretful, a disappointment. Those feelings only escalated after having them explain the truth to him, both about yourself and being a descendent of his dead sister. He could see how much you touched his family, and you extended that kindness to him too, and he just exploited it

He stayed far away from you for a very long time. He didn’t try to approach you at all, only staying in the planetarium or even the attic, to avoid crossing paths with you. He didn’t deserve to make a connection with you like his older brothers, as much as he wanted to. He was remorseful, it wasn’t because of the whole Lilith revelation, but because you really didn’t deserve that happening to you

You made the first move to make amends, to have a fresh start, and he couldn’t have been more grateful, albeit nervous. He was so terrified of messing things up again, but you were there to help keep him grounded. “I won’t lie to say that what you did was okay, but I’m willing to move on from it. You aren’t completely forgiven, but we can work towards fixing things, together.”

Belphie was shaken by Sukuna’s words, but he wasn’t necessarily scared of him. In fact, he would personally find a way to cast him out of your body and destroy him permanently as the perfect apology and thank you gift; the thank you for reuniting him with his family, and for helping them develop healthy relationships with one another. They weren’t as separate as before, and it made him feel so warm every time he thought about it

Not that he would ever say that to anyone

You both spent time together either napping or plotting for future LYS (Lucifer You Suck) pranks. And since Belphie is pretty good with magic himself, he would be teaching you some new spells or curses that you could use to protect yourself, even against the curse inside you

Belphie will make sure to not make another huge mistake when it comes to you ever again. He’ll have his little slip ups, but you were never put into harms way because of them. He doesn’t want to sabatoge this bond, and he wants you to truly be happy spending time with him. He’s not the greatest role model (obviously) and may be tight lipped about how he feels most of the time, but he really does have your best interests at heart

[yanderefarm]

yandere! omega! priest x alpha! male! reader

cw; noncon towards reader, omegaverse, religious themes and imagery, implications of religious abuse, noncon, boy pussy, manipulation, abuse, baby trapping

Your back hit the wooden door as the overwhelming pheromones invaded your senses. You tried to reach for the knob but you couldn't find the strength to turn it. Your legs felt weak as your instincts screamed at you. Bite, claw, mark, mate, your brain seemed to be howling at you. And on the opposite side of the room stood the one causing you to go haywire. You watched his clothes slip over his shoulder exposing his untouched neck to the open air.

--

Hours before you found yourself trapped in a little office you instead found yourself trapped in your grandparent's church. Regardless of your beliefs the last thing you wanted to do while on vacation was wake up at 7 am and sit around listening to dry old men talk about how everything is a sin. Of course it's not like you could actually say no either, it might have just killed your grandmother if you didn't go to church with her. "Maybe you'll find a nice decent omega" she'd suggested so hopefully. You didn't have the heart to tell her that you were dating another alpha back home. For the same reason you were here at church, just keep her happy and content until the end.

So you were being polite, smiling and greeting everyone she introduced you to. You were introduced to a few "nice girls" your grandma wanted you to know. Then you met him, a visiting priest named Amatore that was taking over while the usual one went on vacation. He was younger than most of the other people who attended this church but he seemed to get along with everyone immediately. All the elderly women greeted him joyfully and he would ask them about their day while the older men would give him a firm handshake and make some quick greeting. After your grandmother greeted him and introduced you, clearly hoping you would be interested in a priest closer to your age, you decided to linger a bit behind.

You stood there awkwardly for a breath before Amatore decided to speak up. "Your grandmother is a lovely woman, I've enjoyed seeing her bible studies."

You smiled back at him. "Yeah, its nice to see her again."

The priest stepped closer to you, lowering his voice slightly. "I can tell this isn't really your kind of thing... Still, I can admire doing something for your family."

"Hah... Yeah uh I don't really like this kind of stuffy 'everything is a sin' type of church. No offense." You nervously shifted on your feet.

Amatore chuckled from beside you. "Everything is a sin... Well, if that's true then weren't we all forgiven of our sins?"

You gave him a look before smiling sheepishly. "Yeah you'd think so but I remember when i visited as a kid the priest saying that dancing was the devil. I couldn't even do the cupid shuffle after that."

Amatore laughed at that, one of his hands rested on your shoulders. You could smell something sweet, almost intoxicating from him and you felt something start to tug at your mind. And then in an instant it was gone just like his hand.

"I hope my sermon will be more enjoyable." With those words he made his way to his seat. You pulled yourself together and sat with your family.

--

You felt like you were swimming in a cloud of lust and sin, your hands clawing desperately at the bare flesh in front of you. The omega in your lap was speaking, maybe even teasing you, but all words were diminished to nonsense in your state. Your tongue dragged along unmarked skin while your hips thrusted upwards trying to find the sweet scent. You knew somewhere in your mind all of this was wrong, you have a partner, you didn't want this, you're supposed to be doing something else. Every cognizant thought couldn't make its way past the fog of your rut, the haze of the sweet scent that commanded as if ordered by god to mate. The omega's hands pulled on your hair denying your teeth from finding purchase on his neck.

--

"Not yet. We are not completely free from sin, yet." Amatore was a good public speaker, you could tell immediately. The sermon barely started and he has the entire auditorium hanging onto his words.

"Recently I had someone come up to me and ask me something along the lines of 'If Jesus died for our sins why is there still a sin?' It's a good question I think." His words made you cringe a little bit with the instinctive worry of 'oh god hes talking about me'.

As his sermon went on you found yourself writing, drawing, scribbling into your bulletin board. Any small thing to stave off boredom while he went on. It wasn't a bad sermon, everyone else was certainly engaged, but you didn't really care for any of it.

As he reached the end you tuned back in to hear him saying. "The saying goes 'I would rather ask for forgiveness than permission.' but the important part is actually asking for forgiveness. To live is to sin, we will commit a thousand tiny indiscretions and sins before lunch. And Jesus will forgive us. That is why we need to humbly come before him and ask for his forgiveness. Now please stand as we come before him now."

There was a prayer and then another song and finally announcements. You were ready for lunch when everyone finally stood to leave. You followed behind your grandmother as she and your grandfather went to talk to their friends and anyone else who they didn't get to catch up with yet. You were awkwardly standing besides her while she and one of her friends gossiped when Amatore walked up to you.

"What did you think of the sermon?" He was looking right at you. One of the women answered first, complimenting him, then your grandmother followed suit.

"Uhm I found it interesting." You just nodded along.

"I was actually hoping we could continue our discussion from earlier. You don't mind if I steal him do you?" He looked at your grandmother with his charming smile.

"Oh! No go ahead! I'll meet you at the car afterwards." She patted your shoulder.

You made your way with him to his office.

--

The hand in your hair finally slipped when Amatore let out a shakey moan. You immediately buried your face in his neck, soft nips and bites at his skin. You were growling and clawing at his back with every thrust against his still clothed sex. You needed him, every inch of your body screamed with need. You didn't know how Amatore was still conscious with all the pheromones you were desperately pouring. He was blushing and still talking, mocking and chastising you, while his hands went to his pants.

"You're going to pump loads of cum into my pussy aren't you" He whispered in your ear and you understood that.

"Mm gnna breed. Full of pups." You grunted in-between thrusts.

Amatore chuckled at you before he picked himself off of you, much to your dismay. You watched him remove his pants and then the lacey white underwear that covered his soaked hairy cunt. Seeing his cute pussy made you feel like a man without water. You desperately crawled over to him and grabbed his hips roughly enough that your nails scratched him. He gasped when he noticed what you wanted.

"Mm.. I knew you were perfect." He didn't make sense but atleast he lowered his cunt onto your face.

You held onto him tight enough he might bruise while you made him ride your face. He was tugging your hair harshly while he grinded his swollen clit against your tongue up to your nose. Your tongue quickly alternated between sucking on his clit to burying into his folds. You were eating him like you were starving and he was the most delicious meal you'd ever had. The noises of your tongue fucking into him and then sloppily sucking on his clit and folds was absolutely filthy, wet and sticky and loud. Amatore pulled your hair as hard as he could.

"W-wanna cum on your cock alpha. Please-!" He cried out so sweetly, quickly losing his composure.

It was hard but eventually you managed to pry yourself away from his cunt. Your face was soaked in his juices and he leaned down to kiss you and taste himself. You don't know if he coaxed you into it or if you overpowered him but you suddenly slammed him down into the door. Your thick cock pressed against his tight cunt and you looked down at him, taking in his handsome and messy face. His hands cupped your cheeks before he pulled you down into a soft kiss.

"Its ok... Make me yours."

--

When you came to your senses hours later Amatore was crying naked and covered in marks on the floor. You couldn't remember what happened clearly, you remember smelling something sweet and then going into heat. You looked at him with panic and horror as you realized what you must have done. You ran to the small trash can in the room and emptied your stomach as he sobbed.

"You- you ruined me." He had crawled over to you, anger and pain etched on his face.

"I'm sorry I'm so-" You could barely breathe as your eyes took in the sight of his marked neck.

You knew what being marked and unmarried would mean for him. You knew what having sex before marriage meant for him regardless of his consent in the matter. You could feel yourself get sick again and you began dry heaving into the trash. Amatore was hiccuping but he still crawled closer, a tepid hand gently rubbed your back.

"I can't... I can't blame you it's my fault for being born this way..." His voice was so sad it broke your heart.

"You don't need to do anything... I'll take full resp-"

"No-!" You grabbed his shoulders your eyes full of pain. "I'll take responsibility. I'll marry you."

Amatore started to cry again before he threw himself into your arms. You held him tight as you wondered a million things. How would you explain this to your family? To your boyfriend? What were you going to do? How could you protect Amatore? All of this thoughts started to ease as you smelled the warm sweet comforting pheromones from your new omega.

[jabronisupreme]

DC! Jujutsu Kaisen x Batman! Reader AU pt 1

:: pt 2 ::

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⋆˚꩜｡ batman! reader who is a flirty playgirl who spends money left and right by morning and the "Batman" by night, hiding her gender and identity with a modified suit and built-in voice changer

⋆˚꩜｡ catwoman! toji who is intrigued by both identities, much to your chagrin (and, sometimes, wary acceptance). he chases ms. wayne and runs away from the batman, leading to more headache than he's worth. but he comes from a large crime family and is used to a certain lifestyle, how else is a guy like him supposed to make money in Gotham city?

⋆˚꩜｡ superman! gojo who, despite all his power and feats, is frustrated by his inability to discern who you are and is even more frustrated with the fact that you seem to distrust him, so desperate to get in your good graces. so so so desperate

⋆˚꩜｡ talia al ghul! geto who aides his father and your former mentor, Kenjaku, in their goal of wiping the planet of who they have dubbed the world's greatest plight: humanity. he also eagerly hopes to get you onto their side and join them in reshaping the world and in repopulating it

⋆˚꩜｡ two-face! hiromi who grew up with you and has been your best friend growing up since boarding school. through it all, he has had his struggles with mental health and you had always been there for him. it's too bad you never saw the terrible schoolboy crush he had on you. but he figured he could always wait for "the right time". that was until his first year as district attorney, with a case that should've ended in conviction,had it not been for Gotham's crooked justice system. this case drove him insane to the point of going after the criminal himself, resulting in an accident that left half his body scarred. this caused him to finally snap and the birth of the split personality "judgeman".

⋆˚꩜｡ joker! naoya who is an insane freak. a wannabe edgy, "dark humor comedian" who luckily comes from a large crime family with a lot of money. he lives life without consideration for the world around him, killing whoever, taking whatever, blowing up anything. he views Batman as the epitome of an alpha male, someone on par with him and his cousin. the problem is you don't laugh at any of his jokes, you keep getting in the way of his plans, and you cause certain... feelings to rise up. but he's not gay so shut up !!!!!!!

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or

toji = catwoman cus money

gojo = superman cus powers

geto = talia cus killing humans

hiromi = two-face cus law

naoya = joker cus psycho

and obvs we the reader r batman cus aura 😼 oh hell yea

also pls enjoy the song i linked to the picture i think it rly fits batman reader 🤑 its play dead by björk

[fandoms--fluff]

Hellooo, I was wondering if you could do one of Stefan and Katherine were yn is starting to walk and talk her first word is day day

Walk and Talk

Baby daughter reader x Stefan Salvatore x Katherine Pierce (+ Damon Salvatore)

Warnings: None

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"Yes, come here baby, come to mama" Katherine smiles, encouraging you as Stefan stands you up from his lap.

"Yeah, look at Mama, Y/n/n" your Dada encourages you, letting you free from his grip, his hands still reached forward in case he has to swoop in and pick you up. Though after a few seconds it's easy to tell you won't give up so soon.

Looking at your Mama a couple feet away, you take a small step forward.

Your steps are messy and uncoordinated, but you have only started walking last week. Mid way to your Mama's stretched out arms, you lose your balance and one foot slides, making you topple over.

Before you could hit the ground, Katherine goes into action and jumps forward. She catches you before you hit the ground and pulls you into her arms. You let out a shriek before realizing you haven't hit the floor and you're now in your Mama's arms.

Stefan is close behind, was about to catch you, but thankfully Katherine had gotten to you first. "Maybe it's not such a good idea to do this on hard wood flooring" he scratches the back of his neck, sheepishly.

"Probably" Katherine sighs, standing back up with you cradled in her arms.

"Mmm...a...mmmm" you let out some sylobols before it turns back to regular baby talk gibberish.

"What was that?" Katherine pays attention to you, thinking what she heard was just in her head. She turns to Stefan, "was that just me or...?"

"That sounded a lot like someone was trying to say Mama" Stefan reaches to you and runs his fingers up and down your tiny stomach. The action makes you burst out giggling, leaning against your Mama as your Dada tickles you. "I told you 'Mama' is going to be her first word" Stefan smirks.

He seizes the tickled on your stomach, making you breath heavily in relief while leaning against your Mama's chest.

Later in the day, you three are downstairs. You're set up on a soft blanket on the ground, stuffed animals and some toys stranded on top. Katherine and Stefan are sitting on the couch right behind your set up, talking while also keeping a close eye on you.

You play with one of the toys shaped as a butterfly, all your attention focused on it.

On the other side of the house, the large wooden front door opens and closes. The next minute, your uncle walks into the room, a smile on his face.

Stefan and Katherine looks over to him. "What did you do?" Stefan asks, not liking the way he looks so calm. "Whatever do you mean, baby brother?" Damon shrugs his leather jacket off, tossing it on one of the arm chairs.

Perking up from looking at your toy, you see your Uncle Damon. Straying the butterfly toy to the side, you move up to a crouching position and push yourself up to stand on your own from the blanket. The adults in the room don't notice what you're doing, still trying to figure out what Damon has done, and Damon defending that he hadn't done anything.

You take a first step, then another, and another, making your way over to where your uncle is standing by the armchairs. You wobble a bit, but stay on your feet, continuing your way over to him.

Two steps away from your Uncle Katherine notices you're walking. "Guys" She tries to pull Stefan and Damon away from their rising argument. Stefan turns to her, Damon scoffing. "Oh don't give me that, Damon, look" She nods to where you're taking your last step over to the dark haired vampire.

Damon and Stefan look over and their eyes widen in realization at what you're doing.

You make your way up to him and grab at his leg to lean against him. "Hey munchkin. Did you walk all the way over to me?" Damon smiles, forgetting about the argument with Stefan.

He crouches down and lifts you up into his arms. He's pulls you front in center, facing him, his arms supporting your small back and bottom. You squeal in happiness by being lifted into your uncle's arms, patting his chest with your small hands.

"Did you miss Uncle Damon? I don't blame you, your daddy can be a bit of a bore" Damon whispers loudly, making you giggle, though you don't understand what he's saying.

"D....da..." You say out loud, looking up at Damon. Everyone is quiet, listening to what you're trying to say. Damon looks down at you with widened eyes.

"D...d...da..day.....Dam'n!" You exclaim finally, calling your uncle's name. You giggle in satisfaction of being able to say what you've been meaning to.

Damon has a massive grin on his face. While Katherine and Stefan both have shock written on their faces.

"Yes, that's right, I'm your Uncle Damon!" Damon exclaims, bouncing you in his arms.

Damon looks over to your parent, a shit eating grin on his face, making them roll their eyes. Though, Katherine does stand and come over to you both. "Such a good little walker she is" Katherine kisses the top of your head.

"Yes she is, right to me, that is" Damon twerks is eyebrows teasingly. Stefan rolls his eyes playfully, standing up and walking over.

"Well Uncle Damon should go take a shower and get all of that blood off him" Stefan says, taking you into his arms. There are stains of blood on Damon's arms and collar of his shirt from the events before he came home. At least that's what Katherine and Stefan deciphered.

You cuddle into your Dada's chest, but still looking over at your Uncle.

"Whatever you say, Baby Bro, but I'm the best uncle, just so you know. Your baby agrees." Damon smirks before waving cutely to you. He leaves the room, heading for hi bedroom.

[cherienymphe]

Haunted (Damon Salvatore x Reader)

Warnings: NON-CON, MURDER, compulsion, blood, stalking, abusive relationship, domestic violence

➥ banner by @vase-of-lilies ​

summary: If you'd known that your ex-boyfriend was a vampire, you would've gotten a stake instead of a restraining order.

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You patted your face dry with the small hand towel, basking in the silence that surrounded you. It was the silence of a home that belonged entirely to you, occupied with no one else but you. You weren’t concerned with who was standing over your shoulder nor whose face would greet yours in the reflection when you looked up.

When you walked out of the bathroom, there was no surprise guest waiting for you by the door…or on your bed.

You liked to think that you were always a good judge of character. You always made good and trustworthy friends, always avoided conflict with wicked people, and even picked boyfriends that treated you nothing less than decent. Every single one had been perfect, and the only thing that contributed to the downfall of your relationships was nothing more than maturity and growing apart.

Then Damon happened.

He was everything you always avoided. Devilishly handsome—the kind that drove girls to lose all common sense—, hedonistic to a fault, and mysterious in ways that grew less sexy and more concerning over time. That crooked smile of his went from mischievous to nerve-wracking. His knack for knowing where you seemed to be at all times morphed from caring to worrying.

Damon looked like the devil come to earth…and he slowly started to feel that way too.

You stared out of your window with your hands at your side, dismayed at how you of all people ended up in such a situation. Gone were the days where you always wanted to be around him and soon came the days where you were scrambling for just five minutes away from him. There was a time where you thought you’d never get that again…but here you were…back home…

…and safe.

Mystic Falls was small and quaint and quiet. Granted, you hadn’t been home in years, but upon returning, it was like nothing had changed. Your house was still the same, your cousin and great aunt were still the same, and you felt more at peace with one foot into the town than you had in almost a year. It wasn’t until you were finally away from him did you realize just how much Damon had drained you.

He took up so much of your time that you’d been driven to drop out of school with only another year left. You’d been too overwhelmed, and unable to pinpoint the exact problem at the time, you’d broken down in class and came to the conclusion that college was the problem when in actuality…the problem was the raven-haired man who shadowed your every footstep.

You looked down at your wrists, recalling the way he used to wrap his hands around them when he wanted your full attention. That was something he seemed to hate, how much he could never fully hold your attention. How your every waking thought wasn’t consumed with him.

Damon absolutely hated not being the center of your universe. He hated when you’d call your cousin or great aunt to see how they were doing. He hated when you went out with your friends after class. He hated when he’d call or come by, and you were otherwise occupied. It had seemed like he wanted you to sit around twiddling your thumbs with nothing to do but wait for him.

You’d thought it was cute at first, that he was just so enamored with you that he wanted to spend all his free time with you, but then… Then you saw it for what it was, most especially when he’d snatched your arm one day, forcing you to pause in your phone call. It happened so suddenly, and you’d been in shock, but your incredulous stare had done nothing to deter him.

“Sweetheart…I had plans to take you out.”

He’d said it in that smooth baritone of his, the kind that made your knees weak, and instead of holding your resolve, you’d actually given in. You had actually felt bad for holding him up and ruining his surprise, profusely apologizing before bidding your cousin goodbye. He hadn’t let you go once that night, and if you’d been concerned by it—something you couldn’t even recall—it had definitely been long gone by the end of the night.

Damon had a way of making you overlook every concerning detail, especially when he was kissing you and playing your body so well that it seemed like you’d been dating for years instead of less than seven months. Whenever you closed your eyes, it was easy to recall the feel of his soft lips gliding down your stomach, his nimble fingers sliding into you, his hips pressing against yours as he filled you up.

It was all a distraction, a pretty package to hide his true nature.

Even though you were hundreds of miles away, far away from your ex-boyfriend, a shudder still passed through you at the mere thought of him. You stared out into the night with your arms wrapped around yourself, teeth sinking into your lip. You flexed your wrist, still surprised at what it felt like to not hurt after all this time, and you took a step back away from the window.

Your eyes strayed to the lock, confirming that it was locked, and you slowly made your way downstairs. Despite the fact that you knew they were, you still wanted to make sure that both doors were locked too. Damon was far away, and even if he wasn’t, your restraining order made sure he would stay that way, but something in you couldn’t hold off the feeling that he was just over your shoulder.

You didn’t think Damon would ever go through such lengths, but there had also been a time where you didn’t think he’d ever show up at your door again after you’d blatantly broken up with him. You didn’t think there’d be a time where he sprained your wrist. You never imagined a day would come where you’d make your way down to the police station and have to plead your case about getting a protective order.

In truth, you still didn’t know how you’d been granted it. One minute they’d been adamantly against it because Damon hadn’t done anything to you that you could prove, and the next, you’d been staring at a piece of paper that said if he came within a certain distance of you, he’d be arrested.

You made your way up your stairs with a small sigh, chest feeling heavy no matter how many times you exhaled. You glanced over your shoulder on your way up, gaze lingering on the front door as if some entity from the other side was willing you to open it. With a shudder, you turned back around and locked yourself in your bedroom.

The cool Virginia air was almost biting as you deposited your groceries in your car. As convinced as you were that you hated the cold, you missed it infinitely when you were away. You had longed for the comforts of home a lot, but more so when deep in the toxic cycle of your relationship. You had never longed for home more than when Damon was cornering you and intimidating you with those icy blue eyes of his.

You paused at the thought, hand on your car as one incident in particular came to mind. You struggled to swallow at the memory, almost able to feel the gentle brush of his nose against yours as he leaned in and asked if you were stupid. The words alone had been insulting, tears springing to your eyes at the sound of Damon talking to you in such a way.

However, the true hurt set in when his hand had pressed into the wall next to your head, completely trapping you. He wouldn’t let you leave, and anytime you’d moved to one side, he would be there…blocking your way, blue eyes staring you down. It was one of the first moments you’d been scared of Damon, and instead of recognizing that for the true sign that it was, you only wrote it off as a once off.

A honking horn pulled you from your thoughts, and you flinched, startled by the sound.

You glanced over to see that someone had almost hit someone else in the street, one of the two clearly not paying attention to the other. You stared at the cars for a moment more before glancing up. You were just about to slide into your own vehicle when your eyes passed over something scarily familiar. Or…

Perhaps someone was a more fitting word.

You glanced up again, but your gaze landed on nothing. There was no one standing across the street in the square even though you’d been absolutely sure of what you saw. The longer you stared, it was like you were trying to will yourself to see what you swore you just saw, but no familiar fair skinned figure appeared. No man with dark hair and hypnotizing blue eyes was in sight, and you stood there for a few seconds more before finally sinking into your car.

Your fingers were tight on the wheel the whole way to your house, and you didn’t realize just how badly you’d spooked yourself until you were parked and unloading your car. Your house wasn’t out in the middle of nowhere or outskirts of town, but the dense woods faced you, and as you carried groceries back and forth from the car to the house, you couldn’t shake the feeling of being…watched.

You stood at your door with your last groceries in hand, staring out before you with a small frown. It was late in the evening, and while the sun hadn’t disappeared completely, it was threatening to. Your town was no stranger to the odd string of animal attacks here and there, and it was that thought that forced you into the house, turning the lock shut behind you.

The silence that met you was as welcoming as it always was now.

Dinner was quick to make, and your shower was even quicker to take, towel securely wrapped around you as you stepped out of the bathroom. You faced your window when you came out, and you stopped short at the sight of a crow perched on the sill. You tightened your fingers in your towel, clutching it to you as you stared at the dark bird.

Your brows slowly furrowed with a frown.

You were working hard to remember if it was normal for crows to be out at night, and despite the fact that a singular bird was of no consequence to you, you still couldn’t shake the feeling its mere presence was…off. Pulling your gaze away, you dropped your towel and threw on a t-shirt. One deep inhale told you that it was one of Damon’s old shirts, and you were tempted to rip it off, throw it in the garbage even, but the smell of a scent you hadn’t inhaled in ages gave you pause.

How was it possible to miss someone who was so horrible to you?

Refusing to linger on what that meant, you quickly made your way downstairs to eat. You replied to a few of Bonnie’s texts, telling her you might come by tomorrow or another. It had been a good week or so since you’d last seen her, and you were feeling like a bad cousin. You weren’t of the right mind to explain your odd behavior and reclusive habits as of late. You wondered if you ever would be.

You were washing and drying your dishes when something out of the ordinary made you blink.

You lifted your eyes, startled by the sight of a familiar face faintly appearing in the glass. The sight had the plate slipping from your fingers, and you only tore your eyes away when the sound of breaking glass reached your ears. You quickly glanced down, taking in the sight of your unblemished feet before glancing back up.

The only face that stared back at you was yours.

You felt paralyzed, lips parting and chest heaving as you just…stared at the window. The more you stared, the crazier you felt, and you pressed your hand to your forehead. Your heart wouldn’t stop racing no matter how hard you tried to make it so. Your lips were parted in dismay, and you slowly dropped a hand to press it to your chest.

With trembling hands and legs, you slowly knelt down.

You were so sure… You had been certain, in fact… Damon’s face had been clear as day in your kitchen window, and yet in the blink of an eye, it was gone just as quickly. You knew that you were quite literally driving yourself insane, and you struggled to clean up your glass. Once your mess was clear, you quickly closed the kitchen window curtain, blinking back tears.

You trekked back to your room in a daze, and you made sure to lock your bedroom door once you were inside.

You thought to yourself that sleep could not find you fast enough, but sleep was not the escape you thought it would be.

Your dreams—or nightmares rather—were filled with familiar pink lips and cruel blue eyes. Damon’s mouth covered your own even when you struggled for air. His hands ran over you, and his fingers kneaded into your skin. It started out as nice as it once did, but just like your relationship, it quickly morphed into something sinister. The pink of Damon’s lips were replaced with the red of blood, the color smearing all over you as he kissed you wherever he desired.

The gentle touch of his hands became painful, sharp pains flaring in your sides and arms as he held you down. The loving roll of his hips turned into something violent and assaulting, forcing screams from your lips and tears from your eyes. No matter how much you begged, it was as if your pleas fell on deaf ears, and your only escape was in the waking world.

Darkness greeted you when you sat up in bed, eyes wide and lips parted as you gasped for breath. Despite the cold weather outside and the blasting A/C inside, your skin was dewy with sweat. You quickly kicked the covers off of you, pressing your hand to your chest and wiping your face with the other. It all felt too real, and your entire body shook—enough to shake the bed too.

Your gaze traveled over your room, and your heart nearly jumped out of your chest at the shadowy outline by your door. A scream escaped your lips, and you scrambled to turn on the light, no relief filling you when no one was there. You only stared at where you could’ve sworn someone was standing, throat tightening and tears escaping.

You pulled your trembling lip between your teeth, just staring at the empty space where someone once was—had to be. You stared at the space for what felt like too long before finally pulling your gaze away, slowly bringing your knees up to your chest and wrapping one arm around them. Your other hand pressed to your forehead, eyes squeezing shut as you fought against the idea that you were going crazy, but you had to be.

Damon was far away and wouldn’t be coming for you. It was so likely that he’d moved on already, long found someone else to replace you and torment. That thought was equally terrifying and comforting, and you sniffed. Once you started, you couldn’t stop, and the tears kept coming. You didn’t want to accept it…

…but you were starting to think that Damon had truly driven you insane.

“You’ve been back home for a little over a month, and I’ve seen you twice,” Bonnie told you with a tilt of her head. “You need to visit more.”

“I know,” you sighed as she walked you to the door. “Unpacking and all that…”

You didn’t have the heart to tell her you were plagued with thoughts and dreams and visions of a dark-haired tormentor. Damon was everywhere you looked, and in your efforts to avoid him in your dreams, sleep was something you ran from these days. However, he found a home out of the corner of your eye and in window reflections instead. It was haunting, and that bird…

That damn bird.

It cawed at you in the early hours of the morning, and what you’d once written off as a curious creature quickly turned into a terrifying symbol. Something about that crow reminded you of Damon, dark and unmoving and always watching. Every time you tried to shoo it away, it never moved, never even flinched. It was completely unafraid of you…

Like someone else you knew.

You had begun to dread it’s very presence, turning your back to it once settled in bed.

“Well, if you need help taking out all your things, you know I’m happy to help,” she offered with a small frown.

“I appreciate the offer, but…I’m basically done, now,” you lied.

The other girl pouted a bit but accepted your response. When she reached out to touch you, her bare hands landing on the skin of your arms, she froze. Her eyes widened as she looked up at you, fingers pressing into your arms as she swallowed, your gaze drawn to the action. You hadn’t ever seen that look on Bonnie’s face before, expression stricken and face losing all its color.

“Are you…okay…?”

You blinked at her at that, your turn to frown, now. Bonnie suddenly shook her head as if clearing her thoughts.

“I…I’m sorry, I… Grams has been up to her normal tricks again, and she…”

The look on Bonnie’s face gave you pause. You knew how kooky your great aunt could be, and the family entertained her because it was nothing more than good natured fun, but the severity in Bonnie’s voice had you seriously holding her gaze.

“What…? What is it?”

She looked disturbed.

“You just…you just feel so cold…and not like you’re cold, but like you’re…empty of all warmth.”

Your face fell.

“Of all life.”

You slowly pulled away at that, unsure of what to say and only able to settle for laughing it off. Bonnie didn’t really join in, and you ignored her weak attempts to get you to stay, to keep you from going home.

“Bonnie, I’m sure I’ll be fine,” you reassured her.

Her expression wasn’t one of agreement, but she eventually let your hand go, albeit reluctantly.

“Just…call me as soon as you get home, okay?” she urged.

You promised her that you would, trying to assure her with your eyes that everything would be fine as you made your way to your car. Her wave back lacked enthusiasm, and you tried not to linger on that as you drove back home. It was dark when you parked in your driveway, and you made sure to be brisk when you got out of your car.

Like before, the imposing presence of the dense woods made your body buzz with energy—with adrenaline. Your hands shook as you struggled to find your house key. You felt clumsier than normal, heart beginning to race beneath your chest. You swore you heard a branch or something snap, and you fought the urge to look over your shoulder, only focused on the keys in your hand.

You only just touched the right one when the entire keychain slipped from your fingers.

The sound of it hitting the concrete seemed so loud, and you felt a chill pass through you at the sight of it at your feet. With a brief pause, you bent down to get it, feeling a warmth in your back that you’d only felt in the presence of one other person. With your fingers on the key, you didn’t hesitate to rise to your feet and unlock the door. A cool breeze passed by you, and the shiver to crawl up your spine somehow felt like it was from more than that.

You practically stumbled inside of your house, tripping across the threshold, and you only spun around once you were inside, shocked at the sight before you.

Only your car, your yard, and the trees greeted you.

Your hand was on the door, the other hanging limply at your side. Your yard was completely empty of anyone, most of all who you feared the most, and you swallowed. Your gaze moved from side to side, tilting your head this way and that, completely shocked with the realization that it was all in your head. Even with this truth staring you in the face, you couldn’t stop yourself from shaking.

Not even when you shut the door and pressed your back to it.

You felt too hot, blood pumping too fast in your body, and with a shuddering exhale, you forced yourself to go upstairs and shower, hoping it would solve your problems for the night.

The blaring sound of your car alarm was what forced you out of your sleep. It was hard to discern what the noise even was at first. After all, you could count the number of times on one hand someone had actually set it off. You rubbed your eyes while struggling to sit up, the annoying sound of the alarm only making you more irritated when combined with your lack of sleep.

It took nothing at all to find your keys on your nightstand and shut it off, and the night was bathed in silence once again. The silence felt so loud though, and for a moment, you almost wished your alarm would sound again. You slowly started to relax when you jumped, the sound of your car alarm filling the room once again. This time you did get up, and you stared down into the yard as you clicked the button.

Silence met you, and the yard was bathed in darkness once more. You stared down into the darkness, wondering what kind of animal could be hitting against your car with that much force. There was a sinister thought in that back of your mind that it was no animal at all, and you struggled to force it away. No. Damon would never…

Even if you wanted to be conceited for all of five minutes, logically, why would Damon follow you here? Why would he come after you? It had been a good month since you saw him before you finally came back home, relaxed in the thought that the restraining order had clued him in on how serious you really were. It made no sense for Damon to still be chasing after you, and yet…

As you stared down into your yard, casting your eyes this way and that for any sign of the man who still haunted your dreams, you couldn’t shake the feeling that he was out there. No shape seemed out of place and no shadow stood out to you as unordinary, but you could not shake that feeling that he was staring right back at you…and you didn’t even know it.

Closing the curtain and backing away, you gently dropped your keys back onto the nightstand. Yu clutched your sheet just under your chin as you stared up at the ceiling, laying straight on your back and as stiff as a board. The house felt too quiet, now, and that silence that you’d grown to love only served to torment you, now.

You flinched when something hit your window hard, a familiar caw reaching your ears, and you slowly sat up. Your eyes widened a tad at the sight of that dark bird through the curtain, and you remembered finally reading something the other day that crows were not typically nocturnal. The sight of it stirred something so negative in you that you couldn’t even look at it, turning and facing the wall.

It cawed again, and you squeezed your eyes shut.

Something about this just wasn’t right. You didn’t know how but all of this felt off somehow, and you squeezed your eyes tighter as the bird’s sound reached your ears again. A few tears passed through, escaping your tightly shut eyes, and you pulled your sheet over your head. Lick clockwork, that crow would caw every hour or so, and the silence in between was spent staring into the darkness instead of actually sleeping, just knowing it was there and waiting for it to sound again.

Your lack of sleep was commented on the next day.

“It’s just taking some getting used to, being back in my old house and all that,” you softly said, waving Bonnie and Caroline off.

You remembered Caroline Forbes from when you were younger, the blonde girl barely pushing the age of five then. She was just as talkative and lively as you remembered. You also remembered an additional girl to complete the trio, and Caroline excitedly hummed.

“Elena is off on a weekend trip with her boyfriend. Stefan Salvatore,” she told you, and the way she said his name told you all you needed to know about what he looked like. “I would be so jealous if I hadn’t already had the other brother. Been there, done that.”

She made a face that clued you in on how that had ended.

“It lasted all of three months before he decided he was tired of me and took off,” she scoffed. “I want no parts of that family.”

Bonnie hummed in agreement.

“Damon was way too old for you anyway, Caroline. He’s like…Y/N’s age, and that would be like her dating Jeremy.”

They both made pinched faces, disgusted with the thought, and you were inclined to agree when you suddenly frowned. You blinked, turning to look at Bonnie as the name that came out of her mouth finally registered. You felt your heart sink, and feeling your eyes on her, Bonnie turned to look at you.

“Did you say…Damon?”

“Yeah, Damon. Stefan’s brother. I don’t think you ever met him,” she added. “He came back to town a good year after you left, and he left…maybe three years ago?”

“With barely a goodbye,” Caroline mumbled, and it was easy to tell she was still rightfully bitter about the whole thing.

You told yourself that it was a coincidence, but you recalled Damon’s mysterious nature, the lack of information he ever gave up about his personal life. Although the one thing you did know was that he was from Virginia too…and you told yourself that it was nothing more than a coincidence. It had to be.

You grew quiet, Bonnie and Caroline none the wiser to your silent disposition. You took a sip of your drink, glancing around The Grill. It was a Friday night, and it was packed like any other Friday night. Adults and teenagers alike were hanging out at the one hot spot in town, and when your gaze glided over the bar, a familiar pair of blue eyes connected with yours.

You bumped Bonnie when you jumped, and you were quick to turn and apologize to her after your drink spilled some. She didn’t take offense, seemingly more concerned for you than anything else, and you assured her you were fine, heart racing as you turned back towards the bar. Your eyes passed up and down it at least a few times, but Damon was nowhere in sight, and you set your drink down.

You pressed your hand to your forehead, wondering if you had too much to drink. You knew that wasn’t true. You’d barely had two glasses of beer, and you closed your eyes. You forced yourself to take a deep breath, breathing in through your mouth and exhaling through your nose. You only opened your eyes when Bonnie touched your arm, Caroline now quiet too.

“I think I’m gonna head home,” you suddenly said, standing and grabbing your purse.

“Oh, okay.”

You hated the disappointment you heard in Bonnie’s voice as you searched your purse for some cash.

“I’m just not feeling the best. I shouldn’t have come, but I really wanted to see you guys,” you honestly told her.

Bonnie smiled at that.

“You really shouldn’t have. You can always see us. You need to be getting more rest,” she advised.

You agreed, throwing some cash on the table.

“By the way, Grams is going to make you more of those cookies she always used to send you. I told her that you ran out weeks ago, and she freaked. Demanded to know why I hadn’t told her sooner,” she chuckled.

“Ooh is that like some witchy thing?” Caroline wondered, wiggling her fingers.

You and Bonnie rolled your eyes, loathe to admit how right Caroline was.

“She swears that they protect Y/N and brought her good luck while she was away,” the brunette told her.

“I don’t have the heart to tell her she should probably find a new recipe,” you mumbled with a shake of your head.

If they knew the things you’d been through with Damon, they’d know that those cookies hadn’t done a thing to help you. You waved them both goodbye, keys in hand as you walked out the door. You learned your lesson from last time, keeping the one you needed directly between your fingers to save less time. However, smart thinking would never trump clumsiness, and you cursed when your keys hit the pavement. You were thankful that you were just at your door though, bending down to pick them up…

When another hand beat you to it.

It startled you, and a nervous thank you was just on the tip of your lips…when you lifted your eyes.

Damon was even prettier than you remembered. Skin perfect and unblemished, eyes a crystalline blue that didn’t look real, and hair as dark as the night sky behind him. You thought you were imagining things at first, as you had been for a good month, now, and you slowly forced yourself to stand. You couldn’t find any words to say, just staring at him and trying to figure out if this was another trick of your mind. The faint noise of the people standing outside The Grill just across the street faded into the background as he moved…and handed you your keys.

Your lips parted, a gasp escaping when his fingers brushed against your skin as he laid them in your palm. You stared down at them for a few seconds before lifting your gaze again, heart stuttering and skipping beats as it registered within your mind. He was real, he was really here in Mystic Falls, and you couldn’t even decide on what to feel.

Damon’s blue eyes fell to your chest, right where your heart was as if he could hear it, and you blinked.

“Damon.”

You almost whispered his name, too afraid to say it too loudly.

“You… I have a restraining order,” you finally remembered, frowning at him.

He didn’t respond at first, merely tilting his head to the side as he drank you in. You’d grown to hate that gesture, the act nothing more than an indication of the condescending thoughts running rampant in his mind. When he looked at you like he was looking at you now, it used to make you feel cute.

Now, it just made you feel stupid.

“How does it feel to be back home?”

He completely ignored you, and you clenched your keys in your hand.

“To catch up with the family and the friends,” he drawled, doing that thing with his eyes that made your heart jump. “Unpacking in that big ole house by your lonesome?”

Your frown deepened at his words.

“You know…”

He leaned over, resting his arm on the top of your car, propping his head up with his hand.

“When you broke up with me, I didn’t quite believe you,” he admitted.

“I know,” you whispered, recalling the day he’d shown up on your doorstep like nothing happened.

“…but then the restraining order, that seemed a little more serious.”

You looked around, glancing over your shoulder at The Grill, willing someone—anyone—to just glance over.

“…and the cops…they were never going to take you seriously. Why would they…?”

Making the decision not to hear another word of this, you moved to unlock your door. You opened it for all of two seconds before Damon was pressing his hand against it, shutting it. He was so close, and when you looked up, his lips were so close to yours.

“…but I was in a…let’s say…fun mood.”

You bit your lip when he slid his entire body to rest against your door, arms crossed over his chest as he regarded you.

“I decided to convince them to go ahead with it,” he told you, face even as he stared you down. “I just wanted to see what you’d do.”

You blinked at his words, taken aback with confusion. Damon had changed their minds…? Why would he do that? How did that even work? He suddenly sighed, glancing up towards the sky.

“I never imagined you’d actually leave,” he grumbled, pouting.

You reached your hand into your purse, your fingers just grazing your phone when the whole bag was snatched away. The only thing that remained were the keys in your hand, and your heart dropped to your stomach when Damon sighed, running his hand through his dark strands. You heard your purse land somewhere behind him, and the glint in his eyes told you just how angry he was.

It was not an unfamiliar sight.

“Damon…”

You took a step back, but he was faster, his hands coming up to gently cup your face. You hadn’t realized you started crying until his thumbs brushed your tears away. He gently shushed you, but there was nothing soothing about it. It was often a sound you heard just before his fingers harshly dug into your jaw.

“You need to leave…before I call the police,” you choked out.

He actually laughed.

The sound was so disheartening, and it sounded genuine, like the thought actually tickled him. Like the idea was so preposterous, the idea that they could do anything to him, at all. The sound was so convincing that you almost believed it yourself, almost believed that he really was untouchable.

“…and what are they going to do? Hmm?”

His hand tightened on your jaw, and you winced. His face wasn’t so pretty, now, faint veins appearing under his eyes just before they disappeared as quickly as they came. The sight stumped you, and you stared at him through stricken eyes.

“Hey, is everything alright?”

Relief filled you at the sound of the new voice, and Damon’s expression evened out, just as pretty as before. He huffed, and you watched him roll his eyes just before turning to face the newcomer behind him. You didn’t hesitate to unlock your car, sliding into it and locking the door just as Damon’s hand hit the window. You froze at the crack that now adorned it, looking at Damon through the glass with an expression you couldn’t even name.

The sound of your name reached your ears as he called your name, his mockingly chipper tone barely able to hide the malice beneath it. You didn’t look back as you drove away, hurrying to beat him to your house. His words were stuck in your mind, and you were certain, now that he actually had been stalking you. You weren’t sure how that related to any of the other stuff, convinced he’d still managed to drive you mad, but Damon most definitely had been to your house.

You car was barely parked and turned off good before you were hopping out, sprinting to the door. Light flooded your home when you flipped the switch, and without a cell phone, you were forced to rely on the landline. It took you a good seven seconds to realize that you’d heard no dial tone when you picked it up, and that pressing any buttons was going to do no good.

Someone had cut the phone line.

The phone clattered to the floor as the realization hit you, and no second thoughts were needed to know who did it. The room swayed a bit, and you just knew you were going to be sick any moment now. The confirmation that Damon had in fact been watching you brought you no sense of satisfaction for not actually being crazy. In fact, you wished you’d just made it all up in your head. At least then you wouldn’t have to deal with the harsh knocks on your door.

The scream you let out bounced off of the walls, and you clutched your stomach as you fought to hold in your sobs.

The faint sound of your name reached your ears in the living room.

“I really hate that it had to come to this, you know I do…”

You slowly looked up, tearful gaze resting on the front door.

“…but you should probably come and talk to me face to face…before I do something…”

There was a slight pause, and you could almost imagine that mirthful smirk adorning his lips.

“…drastic.”

His tone gave you pause, and you felt at war with yourself. Logically, you would have to leave your house at some point. You did not think you’d be able to wait him out, but something in you screamed at you to. Something in you was convinced that you could, but a part of you was telling you that if he’d come all this way, followed you all the way back to both yours and his hometown, there was no telling the lengths he’d go to. You’d watched enough Dateline, enough Investigation Discovery, and despite the fact that you didn’t ever want to think he’d be that bad, something in you wondered if you’d wake up to the smell of smoke and burning flames one night.

Slowly approaching the door, you heard Damon chuckle, like he could perfectly hear your footsteps.

“Come on, baby,” he softly said. “I don’t have all night.”

It took all of your strength to unlock and open the door, and when you did…

You almost immediately regretted it.

You didn’t recognize the woman he had in his arms, only knew that she was crying and clearly in distress. You looked between them before resting your gaze on Damon, staring at him as if he were crazy. Your lips parted in shock, and your gaze fell back to his hand, the one he had around her neck.

“Damon…what are you doing…?” you slowly asked him, lifting your hands just as slow as if trying to stall whatever he was about to do.

“I’m doing what you made me do.”

His nostrils flared as he stared you down, blaming you for his actions, and a choked gasp escaped you.

“She-.”

“She’s going to die if you don’t step outside, right now.”

He said it so suddenly, so evenly, that you felt no other option than to believe him. Your frown deepened as you searched his eyes for some remorse, a hint of a joke, some leniency there that would give way if you pushed hard enough, but you saw none of that. Damon’s eyes had never looked so cold, and you knew then that he was entirely serious.

“Damon,” you choked out.

“Now,” was his only response, tone clipped as the girl—no older than you—cried in his arms.

You felt bad. This—whatever this was—was between the two of you, and Damon had dragged an innocent woman into it. You moved, and once one of your feet was over the threshold, a tight grip on your neck completely obstructed your breathing. On instinct, you reached up to grip his arm, panicked.

His blue gaze was all you could see, and you blinked back tears as he spoke.

“You made me do this.”

He didn’t give you time to linger on that before he pulled the other girl closer, having never let her go before grabbing you with his free hand.

You were completely frozen in shock as you watched him lean in and savagely bite her neck. The screams she let out were the kind to fill your nightmares, and you couldn’t believe what you were witnessing. You felt like you were stuck in an endless nightmare, unable to pull your eyes away from the sight of his violent assault, and unable to close your ears to the sounds of her screams, her struggle, and his teeth in her neck.

In her panic, the strange woman reached out to grip your arm, and the longer he bit her—fed from her—the weaker her grip became. Tears sprung to your eyes at the feel of her hand loosening on you, and they spilled over altogether when her hand finally let you go, falling at her side. You knew then that she was dead even if Damon hadn’t carelessly dropped her as proof.

You couldn’t breathe when he turned his gaze back to you.

Like before, those veins were under his eyes, but they were more prominent now, more terrifying to look at. His lips were completely covered in blood, some even smearing across his chin, and despite the new reality you were faced with, you still couldn’t believe it. You only gave some indication that you were still coherent when his lips grazed your cheek, a shuddering gasp leaving you.

“I missed you…you know that?” he murmured against your skin.

He took a step forward…and then another and then another, forcing you back with every one. His hand was still tight on your neck, and the other slowly snaked around your waist, pulling you closer. Damon didn’t stop until you were right in front of your door, and you looked at him like less than a stranger—like a monster straight out of every horror you’d been able to get your hands on.

You couldn’t move as he leaned in, bloody lips pressing against your cheek.

“Now, that those God-awful cookies—and everything in them—are out of your system for good…”

You didn’t understand what that had to do with anything, but soon, you didn’t understand nor comprehend anything.

Damon’s pupils were all that you could focus on, even in the darkness, and as they expanded, they were all that seemed to fill your vision. You felt yourself relaxing, shoulders drooping as the calmest feeling washed over you. Damon’s hand rubbed circles into your lower back, and the hand on your neck loosened some, his thumb smearing blood along your chin.

“Invite me in.”

How insane.

Why on earth would you ever invite him into your home? That was what you thought anyway, but the words that left your mouth were entirely different. You felt your lips move, and you heard your voice as you did what he said, and it was only when the warmth of your home replaced the cold Virginia air of outside did Damon let you go.

In doing so, his gaze broke away from yours, and you stumbled back in both shock and confusion.

Why did you do that? How did he make you do that? You could only back away from him as he slowly walked about the room, gaze roaming over the inside of your house with a hum.

“Cute,” he mused, and more tears fell. “So…homely. I can just imagine you baking in the kitchen.”

He moved his hands about with a chuckle and feeling both out of control and like you finally had control for the first time in moments, you sprinted for the door. In the blink of an eye, Damon’s arms were wrapped around you, and the sight of him drinking from that girl would never compare to the feeling, you supposed.

It was hard to make a sound when his teeth sank into your skin, and you reached back, desperately trying to pull him away to no avail. Damon’s arms were so tight around you, painfully, and you gasped when he backed up, pulling you with him. You couldn’t stop crying, and as your mind still fought to process just what he was, it hit you then that maybe you hadn’t been going insane.

Maybe he had been messing with your head somehow, watching you from the trees, showing up at odd places before disappearing. Your feet kicked at the feel of him pulling from you, and you could feel yourself growing weaker by the second. As if he could feel it too, Damon suddenly let you go, and you collapsed at his feet.

You shakily reached up to touch your neck, unsurprised by what you felt, and you failed to push yourself onto your knees.

“We were so good together…no…?”

You tried to bite back a sob, but it was no use. Damon tsk’d at the sound, and soon you were turned over to face him. He looked down at you like you were a misbehaving child, head tilted and lips pursed.

“You needed some time. I get that,” he nodded. “I even gave you that…”

You watched him kneel down, feeling too weak to even attempt to move, and your heart skipped a beat as you watched him peel off his jacket. He reached out to gently drag a finger down the side of your face, lingering at your lips.

“…but you don’t leave me. You don’t runaway from, and you definitely don’t keep me out.”

He leaned in, brushing his lips over yours before kissing you fully. You pushed at his chest, but it was a weak attempt, and you were unsurprised when Damon batted your hand away, pulling at your clothes with ease. A few tears escaped, running past your ears, and you could only arch up into his mouth when he bit your stomach.

A humming sound escaped him, and a warm feeling filled you.

You didn’t want to feel that, and with every article of clothing Damon got rid of, he marked the area with his teeth. When he kissed you again, his bare chest touched yours, and you felt powerless to stop what was happening. You’d done everything right. You’d broken up with, even went to the police when he didn’t respect your boundaries, and to real put the nail in the coffin, you moved away. You came back home and got far away from Damon.

…but what was far when the equation involved a vampire?

As Damon pushed himself into you with a low groan, you wondered how you had missed it. He obviously fed while you were together, he wouldn’t be here if he hadn’t, and considering how little human life clearly meant to him, you had to assume that Damon wasn’t of the…sympathetic variety. You tried to recall if anyone had gone missing back in the town where campus was, but it was hard to focus with Damon thrusting into you.

His face was pressed into the crook of your neck, and your hips involuntarily rose to meet his with every movement. Blood was still on his mouth when he pulled away, and when you reached up to push at his chest, Damon reached up to grab your hand. He twisted his fingers with your own before roughly pinning your hand down.

“What was the plan?” he wondered, his other hand finding a home on your neck. “Were you going to forget about me…? Move on?”

He said it like it was the craziest thing he’d ever heard, and more tears spilled over. The mere thought seemed to have upset him, and Damon leaned back down to bite into your chest. You hissed at the feel clenching around him, but Damon paid you no mind. He was too lost in the taste of you.

Thinking back on the memories of your tumultuous relationship, it scared you all the more to think of just what you’d been up against, all the while none the wiser.

Damon’s hips came down against yours with vigor, cock sliding in and out of you and making you shudder. The feel of him on top of you and in you brought you back to the happy days of your relationship, but the blood on his face and the tight grip on your neck only reminded you of what it had become.

Damon wouldn’t take his eyes off of you, staring down at you with those blue eyes, and when yours met his, life before, you felt your body relax as your vision was only filled with his widening pupils. You felt completely at his mercy, and you heard Damon hum.

“I want you to kiss me…like you kissed me on our first date.”

His words sparked the memory, and you felt a smile ghost along your lips as you recalled the excitedness in your as you’d pressed your lips against his. You’d been so bold then, so much like yourself before Damon had scared you into submission.

Overcome with the desire to do just that, you craned your head up to fiercely press your lips against his. Damon moaned into the kiss, and when he let your hand go, you threw your arms around his neck just as you had that night. Damon hummed against your lips, and you gasped against his at a particularly hard thrust. Even though you wanted to, you couldn’t stop kissing him.

You felt out of control of your own body, and tears kissed your eyes.

Your back slid along the floor with every snap of his hips, and the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the otherwise quiet room. You felt Damon’s hand twist at the root of your hair, yanking your head back and away from him, and you only got a brief glimpse of the veins in his face before his teeth were sinking into your neck again. The feel of his teeth and cock in you were threatening to send you over the edge, too overwhelming to even focus on.

When Damon’s teeth left you, you shuddered, and he hummed. You felt his fingers smoothing along your face, and when he whispered for you to look at him, too afraid to do otherwise, you did. Tears were still skipping down your cheeks, and Damon ran his blue eyes over you, drinking you in with a sigh. He looked disappointed, but it was gone just as quickly as it came.

When his eyes held your gaze again, your lips parted, and another tear escaped at the hypnotizing words that gripped you.

“Do not leave me ever again…”

You swallowed, but you didn’t blink.

“You are mine, and if you even try to, I will kill your loved ones one by one, starting with that meddling family of yours.”

Your lips trembled.

“Nod if you understand.”

You gave him a slow nod, and a cruel smile fell over his lips. He fingered your chin, just looking at you with that small smile.

“Tell me you love me,” he murmured, and hit with the overwhelming urge to do just that…

You did.

[ourseasone]

❝ and you will never choke the divine out of me. ❞

in which ∘ ∘ ∘ you lived a life so painfully ordinary that even you forgot you were living it — well, until you got laid off on a random tuesday and immediately died in the most stupid way imaginable, only to wake up in a world that shouldn't exist. you soon understand you've been reborn into jujutsu kaisen, one of your favorite manga, with a glowing system demanding you 'become the strongest of all time', you — who once considered a squeaky office chair your greatest adversary — quickly realize that being dropped into a death world of curses and sorcerers is not a dream come true… but a sentence you think you have zero chance of surviving.

⟡ pairing various jujutsu kaisen x OP!isekai!male reader

⟡ content isekai & transmigration, system, romance, boys in love, reader has a last name ( okada ) + a face claim ( denji ), implied / referenced suicide, age gap kinda but not really, fluff, angst, overpowered male reader, jealousy, a lots of swearing, crack, blood & gore, deaths + more.

⟡ wordcount 38,843

⟡ taglist OPEN ( let me know if you wanna be added! )

━━━━ 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗦 𝗜𝗡𝗗𝗘𝗫.

001. Freedom Had a Bloody Price

002. The Golden Eyes Have Returned

003. To Be Seen Is to Be Undone

004. Five Deaths Before Breakfast

005. Gojo Satoru Is the Real Menace

006. To Be Added!

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