Good news! I have finally finished my newest drabble list, which I will no doubt be using more than once. I have compiled 51 soulmate AUs from various sources (though a couple are my own) and put them together for you to choose from. Please give me one number ONLY per character. If you’d like use this list, go ahead! If you want, you can tag me so I can see what you’ve come up with :)
List of AUs:
1. You get a craving for whatever your soulmate is eating at the time.
2. One of your eyes is the same color as your soulmate’s.
3. You have the first words your soulmate says to you somewhere on your body (and vise versa).
4. You have your soulmate’s name somewhere on your body.
5. Everyone is able to see each other’s aura. You and your soulmate have the same-colored aura, and you will stop seeing auras altogether after you meet them.
6. You can communicate telepathically with your soulmate.
7. Your internal voice is the voice of your soulmate’s, rather than your own.
8. You can feel what your soulmate is feeling (and vise versa).
9. Anything you draw/write on your own skin appears on your soulmate’s.
10. You have a clock that counts down until you meet your soulmate.
11. You and your soulmate share matching tattoos.
12. You have half of a tattoo, and your soulmate has the other.
13. You and your soulmate have matching tattoos that become clear once you meet.
14. You see in black and white until you meet your soulmate - then you can see colors.
15. Your soulmate’s scars appear on your body (and vise versa).
16. You have tattoo(s) of the things your soulmate loves.
17. You have a compass on your body that leads you to where your soulmate is.
18. If you dye your hair, your soulmate’s hair color changes as well.
19. You have the date that you’ll meet your soulmate tattooed somewhere on your body.
20. You have a tattoo that changes color depending on what your soulmate is feeling.
21. The only thing you remember from your past life is the face of your soulmate.
22. You share a dream with your soulmate when you’re both asleep.
23. You can see the red string of fate when you close your eyes, which will lead you to your soulmate.
24. You have a meter of how in-danger your soulmate is.
25. Everyone has a journal that allows them to write back and forth with their soulmate.
26. The outline of your shadow is your soulmate.
27. You have a tattoo of how old your soulmate will be when you meet.
28. You have a tattoo of your soulmate’s initials.
29. You can see every color except the color of your soulmate’s eyes until you meet them.
30. Every so often you will get flashes of what your soulmate is seeing at the time, however your soulmate does not know when it happens.
31. You will receive the same injuries as your soulmate (unless deadly).
32. You will feel the same sensations that your soulmate is feeling (pain, touch, etc).
33. You have a moving tattoo that always faces the direction your soulmate is. Your soulmate has a matching one, and the tattoos touch when you do.
34. You can taste what your soulmate is eating at the time.
35. You get flowered tattoos wherever your soulmate receives a scar.
36. Once a year, starting on your 16th birthday, soulmates swap bodies for a day if they have not met yet.
37. Your chest will glow when you get close to your soulmate.
38. You can only see in the eye color of your soulmate until you meet them (though the color can be altered through things like colored contacts).
39. You and your soulmate share the same talents. What one learns, the other can also do.
40. If your soulmate is listening to music, you can hear it too, and it gets louder the closer you are to them.
41. The closer you are to your soulmate, the more color you can see. The farther away, the less colors.
42. Your heart beats your soulmate’s name in morse code.
43. The name of your soulmate appears on your skin after you meet them.
44. You are deaf until you meet your soulmate, whose voice is the first thing you hear.
45. You can only see color when you and your soulmate are touching.
46. You feel intense pain in your soul when your soulmate is in life-threatening danger.
47. You have your soulmate’s name on one wrist and your enemy’s on the other, and have no idea which one is which.
48. You are born with a small black heart that beats/grows with your soulmate’s. It turns red once you’ve met them.
49. You cannot feel pain until you meet/touch your soulmate.
50. You are born with the fingerprints of your soulmate somewhere on your body.
51. Your soulmate’s current thoughts about you will show up on your skin for a short while.
May I request a NSFW one-shot with Akaza obsessing over a powerful female demon slayer he has come across? We all know he won't fight women but maybe he's been watching her and he's absolutely obsessed with the thought of turning her into a demon so they can fight alongside each other forever. NSFW with Akaza dominating fem reader please :)
hiiii, finally I finished writting. Thank you for being kind and patient with me <3 So, like I said, this got longer than expected, but I tried at it! Hope you enjoy it <3 ah, she is in pillar rank here, hope you don't mind it.
summary: You're a strong and skilled pillar who almost knocks the head off the upper moon 3, and as a result, he becomes immensely obsessed with your skills and… with you. And he won't settle down until you become a demon and make you his.
warnings: dub-con (be cautious), shameless smut, slight masochism, slight (really slight) mention of gore, cunningulus, kind of dry humping, cum in face, kind of blowjob, and more... (sorry for the lots of "howevers")
Of all the memories you had of your mother, the most significant of them – the one that would make you grow up as a cautious person in all aspects of life – were the warnings about the evil that lurked in dark corners and waited for the right moment to attack. She used to say this, always accompanied by one: “The night is made for evil to reveal its true essence.” You didn't know if she just wanted to scare you or it was because she was too protective and always put your safety above anything else.
You never knew, you were only five when she was brutally murdered in broad daylight, contrary to everything she wanted to teach you.
Even though you grew up trying to legitimize all her beliefs, the night became your favorite time after that fateful tragic event. The first night you spent alone and sleepless – away from the pitying eyes of people who cursed your mother's name in life – you discovered that the darkness wasn't as scary as your mother told you, because it was peaceful and calm. Also smelled of dewy earth that penetrated through the cracks in the wood of your house – a detail that you never noticed during your happy and sunny days – and the only sound that cut through the emptiness of the night were the frogs in the lakes, the crickets crouching in the grass from your garden and owls perched on trees in the distance. They were sounds of life continuing its course, not the screams of people's terror and the blood in the throat, choking your mother to death.
However, you kept all the care that an immature and helpless child was capable of having. Perhaps what guaranteed you to survive during all the following years, was your smartness and skills that were emerging as adversity cornered you and you needed to act to escape all of them; like grown men hunting you like you were an animal to throw you into some brothel in the Red Light District because, according to them, you were kind of cute, maybe you brought them some reward, which sounded a red alert in your subconscious reminding you of your mother telling you that as long as she lived, you'd never know what it was like to be in that Red Light District, because that was the place where all the evil things were concentrated. Panic seized, you felt everything around you slowly move and your field of vision became strange, it was as if you could see all the vital points of your pursuers and become invisible to them, making you manage to escape to the forest unnoticed.
Such a skill was only perfected when you learned to focus deeply, and after that, your survival went from being just a hope to something definitive. You could go back to dreaming of a better future, like you did when you were a child and could hide under your mother's wings.
However, even if you dreamed of a good world to live in, you still weren't able to achieve it. Lonely and always living in the forest or by the lakes, you could only hunt and swim. Sometimes, unconsciously, you tried to meet death. You'd immerse yourself in the water and hold your breath until you felt your lungs burn, but from doing that so many times, you acquired another skill: being able to concentrate on your breath and being able to hold it for several minutes. You also liked to throw things, usually rocks, into the lake. With these hobbies, without you knowing it yet, you were already heading towards your good future that you dreamed of and also a prestigious title within a corporation that would make your mother immensely proud.
❅
When the day came when you would be faced with evil incarnate in the form of an indistinguishable being who smelled fresh blood and had a gleam of murderous intent in his eyes, you couldn't lift a finger. Paralyzed with fear, you just closed your eyes in a failed attempt not to see the moment it'd attack you. Before saying goodbye to your dreamed future, you asked your mother to come and save you.
You were saved, not by your mother, though. The guttural scream of that being after the one of a blade tearing the flesh made you open your eyes, making you come across a shocking scene at the very least: the creature cursing as it crumbled into dust, slowly revealing the silhouette of a young woman wielding a sword .
“Are you hurt?” she asked as soon as it had completely vanished into thin air. You answered a barely audible 'no'.
“Why are you in this demon-infested forest alone? Where do you live?"
"Everywhere, I don't have a fixed place," you replied on automatic, still stunned.
She took your hand firmly but gently, and took you with her. However, you noticed that the scent of fresh blood had not passed, the murderous intent did, but the presence of the second demon was still so poignant that you felt your chest sink. The danger came from this demon, not the one killed by the girl. However, what intrigued you was that this demon didn't interfere, not at least at the time of the other's death, he simply snuck into a dark corner and waited for the other to die before turning around and leaving.
You didn't understand why he intended to murder that demon that was trying to get you. Maybe you should be grateful, but you just couldn't, not when his eyes gleamed with the same evil as the eyes of the man who killed your mother did.
You wished you never saw him again.
But you should have known that life wasn't so kind to you and would never give you that wish.
❅
"For someone who had a haughty posture and oozed arrogance, you look like a frightened kitten now," you said as the blade of your sword scraped the neck of the demon trying to defend himself from your offensive.
“I just wanted to know why those fucking Demon Slayers Corps sent a female pillar to this shitty weakling rescue,” he snapped to himself, using martial arts moves to try to get you to drop the sword.
“What do you have against women, demon?”
“…”
"Reply!" You were angry with him. Was he underestimating you? Why didn't he try to attack you and just dodge your blows?
The kanji in his eyes said he was 3rd in the rank of the 12 moons, meaning he was strong for a fucking lord, so what was the problem with him?
“Look, the sun is about to rise and I'm getting pissed off, so get that fucking sword off my neck. I don’t want to have to hurt you, pillar!” he was looking at you aggressively as you ran at full speed to try to cut his neck again.
Your one-sided fight was making you physically weaker, and although he showed no sign of exhaustion, you could tell from his blood flow that he was getting more tense as the minutes wore on. He was afraid of the sun and not of you.
Damn bastard. You'd make him regret having underestimated you.
But you didn't have time. He finally used an attacking blow against you, knocking you into a tree trunk. You gasped in pain, but you didn't have time to think straight as he was soon cornering you with his own body.
"Let me go!"
"I told you to back out of this fight, but you insisted and it really pissed me off," he spoke dangerously close to your face. His strong arms sported bulging veins, and his bared fangs looked like they were about to rip your flesh apart. You felt a shiver run through your entire body.
However, looking into his eyes, you didn't see that same intention. It wasn't murderous intent, it was just… desperation.
And you hesitated. He noticed your hesitation and took the opportunity to make you drop your sword on the ground.
In a fraction of a second, he walked away from you far enough away that you wouldn't attack him again. He was much faster than you.
“As a reward for this pointless battle, I must commend your skills. You really managed to make me worried, so I apologize for underestimating you at first. Although I don't have much time to ask your name, I ask you not to worry because the next time we meet, I will make you mine and we'll be companions in battle and we'll fight side by side forever.” And without saying anything else, he disappeared into the forest.
“Huh?”
❅
After the confrontation with the upper three, you started to feel watched. Everywhere you went the feeling of stares piercing your back became more and more intense. You even thought about the possibility of only training during the day.
It was too irritating for you to do things while you felt your every move being watched. If you were meditating on a rock, you weren't concentrating on your breath to get into a deep state of relaxation. If you went into the water to swim, you feared looking up to the surface and seeing those demonic eyes smirking at you, hoping you would drown. And if you wielded the sword, you always thought about the possibility of throwing it at a target in the woods and it would suddenly disappear, leaving you totally unarmed.
But most irritating of all, was the feeling of euphoria that having someone stalking you brought you. You knew exactly who was watching you. And you could no longer tell yourself that you just kept training at night, in the same place, purely because you liked the peace that this time brought. Because peace didn't exist anymore and you knew the reason was that you liked being watched by that demon.
It was no longer possible to strangle all the attraction you felt for him. The stupid words reverberated through your mind for days, leaving you angry, frustrated, and… aroused.
“I will make you mine.”
What the fuck did he mean by that? And why did you feel your heart racing every time you remembered him telling you that? And why did he get more and more attractive each time?
You were going crazy. Not just because you were attracted to evil, but because you liked the feeling it brought. Because boredom no longer existed in your life, only the feeling that you were really going crazy for wanting to have more of that feeling. And by that inconsequential desire, your actions were being guided and made you undress completely to enter the lake and with the little sense in your head, you closed your eyes before sliding your hand between your legs, and under moonlight and the demon's insistent watch, you touched yourself to orgasm.
❅
Regret came as soon as you sank into the hot tub. The warm water made you rethink your actions, but you knew it was too late. You saw your stalker really enjoyed the private spectacle you gave him, but he held back enough not to reveal himself.
Now, about the shelter of your home, you could understand the madness that was all, but you couldn't do anything else.
Despite your fear, you returned there the next night. You were hoping he'd appear to you at last – this time, you'd definitely rip his head off.
But, the demon that appeared wasn't him. It was an inferior, who pursued a man.
Too stunned, you didn't pick up the sword the moment you looked into that man's face.
Many years ago, when you were still a child, you saw that same face staring at your mother's dying body on the floor after he had thrust a dagger into her throat.
With your body all tense, you didn't stop the demon's attack.
"Help me..." the man asked you desperately. “I recognize your face… you grew up well… you are as beautiful as your mother…”
You felt anger to see him talking about your mother. He had taken her life and thrown you into the world to your own devices, while he lived his life normally after letting you die too many times to live. For that reason you were not moved by his screams as he was devoured by the demon, nor did you do your work until not a hair of your mother's murderer remained.
The moment your sword blade separated the demon's head from the body, you realized that your life was dedicated to seeing justice done.
And there was nothing left. Boredom would surely take over and your will to fight would have evaporated.
If it weren't for the existence of that demon that watched you in the dark.
In the days that followed, you still felt his presence. But unlike before, you just spent the whole time lying on the ground, not having the energy to train or go hunting demons. In fact, nothing else made sense. What kept you standing no longer existed, you felt empty. But the reason you came back to that place was still lurking in the woods, watching your every move, and that too was starting to irritate you.
Was he really a coward for only watching you from afar? Did he know you were willing to rip his head off? Well, you hoped so, because it was time to make evil appear.
With sword in hand, you raised the blade upwards, towards the sky, and with your total concentration, you calculated the exact distance from where you were and where he was hiding. Focusing your strength on your arm, you turned your wrist to the left and threw your sword, which cut through the wind at full speed until it hit a tree trunk, millimeters away from the demon's neck.
And the silence was broken by a giggle that turned into a loud laugh.
And finally, he came out of hiding, appearing to you.
“Ara, I missed the target”
"No. You hit the exact spot you calculated,” he replied with a smile lining his lips. His eyes looked brighter than usual.
“So, my mother was always right in saying that evil lurks in the dark to stalk its victim before attacking,” you said with false surprise in your voice.
"In fact, even more so when the victim serves the best entertainment. But, I don't remember attacking."
You wondered what entertainment he was referring to, but you chose to remain ignorant.
You looked at the tree trunk where your sword was stuck and calculated a route to get to it without being noticed by the demon, however, he seemed much smarter than you now.
“Do you want to take your sword and try to cut my neck like that fight we had? I feel like I'm afraid I have to thwart your plans now,” he said, approaching you dangerously.
Before you felt cornered, you dodged him and managed to grab the sword, and with it in hand, you pointed it at him.
"And I feel like you're going to need more than defensive attacks, because today I won't hesitate to turn you to dust, demon."
“You can call me Akaza.” He widened his smile. "But before you try to rip my head off, tell me your name too."
"It won't be necessary, you won't even have time to memorize it."
And then your body moved against his, which, as expected, only dodged the blow. But, you noticed that he didn't keep his distance, on the contrary, he seemed inclined to stay close to you.
"Looks like you're braver today..." you made the remark as you saw him leaning sideways, back and forth, from the blade.
“I just studied my opponent too much and discovered her weak point. Today I'll fulfill my promise.”
And you felt your body tense and your hands start to sweat. Shit, you had to learn not to fall into his traps and with sweaty hands it would be hard to keep your sword steady.
“Are you bluffing?” you asked, not showing apprehension.
"Why would I be? You know, it's been several weeks hiding behind trees or bushes reading your every move, seeing every demon you've killed and memorizing your techniques. You are quite skilled, pillar, and it really turned me on.” And he dodged to the left of your sword that cut accurately through the void. Now he was really close to you. "Oh, I saw something really interesting too... as well as being skillful and powerful, you're also capable of being a fucking tease." And by his sly smile along with a not-so-discreet look at your body, you knew exactly what he was referring to.
“Shut up,” you huffed, stepping back as he took steps forward.
"Why? Was it not for me that you did that?”
"No."
"No? So why did you look at the exact spot I was hiding and smile?”
He was getting closer and closer to you, leaving you disconcerted to feel his warm body so close to yours.
“Tsk. Shut up and let me cut your head off already,” you snapped, swinging your sword in the air to place it at his neck.
“You're not even giving your all in this fight. It's kind of frustrating to know that you're not using your truly powerful abilities. You Just look like a rookie demon slayer.” With a sigh, he rushed to your side and finally cornered you in a tree. “Now we are in the same position as we were at that time. It's your last chance,” he warned, looking you straight in the eye.
With no escape, your nerves on edge, your heart pounding in your pulse, you brought the sword to the side of his neck, placing the blade there.
But your vision only focused on his defiant eyes that didn't let go of yours. And before you could make another move, you felt your left knee bent in the blink of an eye and your body was thrown to the ground, causing your sword to fall away from you.
“What the fuck are you doing?” You asked as soon as you felt his body land on yours, trapping you there.
“You know, I wonder why you're so distracted. Was it after you let that human be eaten alive that you lost all your will to fight?” Now he was holding both of your hands above your head. And you saw him lean towards you, afraid he was going to kiss you, you turned your face to the side before you felt his lips sticking to your ear. “Or is it because your strength only works over long distances? You're afraid of hand-to-hand combat because you don't have enough physical strength to deal with a demon of my rank." He didn't ask, he just pointed out.
You swallowed hard and tried to wriggle out of his grip, but you knew it was useless and he was completely right.
You fell right into his trap. He never revealed his demonic techniques, only used self-defense techniques, preventing you from knowing how he fought seriously and along with his studies of your skills, he left you at an almost cowardly disadvantage.
“Get off of me.” You struggled under his body, unintentionally, spreading causing him to fit between them.
And the result of that was already starting to grow inside his pants.
"Why? It's so much better to see your face up close like this and feel your warm body under mine." He laughed and it made you feel your face burn.
“Stop being cheeky!”
"Sorry, but it's impossible for me not to be while I'm between your legs."
You tried to push his body with your own, causing more friction between you and making you feel his erection.
"Yeah, keep doing this to get me off you." He licked his lip and weighed more against yours, making you groan in annoyance. “And moans more often like that too.”
You were silent and still.
"Are you a virgin?" he asked out of nowhere, making you stare at him dumbfounded.
"Why do you want to know that?!"
“I need to know if I'm going to need to be careful when I fuck you,” he replied like it was no big deal.
"Are you crazy?"
"A little. But so, are you a virgin or not?”
“I refuse to answer that!”
“Just answer yes or no, what a bore,” he sighed wearily.
"You won't need this information because nothing like you want will happen!"
And you started to shake again to get him off you, but you no longer had the strength to get rid of him, and your body reacted against your will.
Though that frantic friction of his bulge against your covered crotch warmed you from the inside out and filled your mind with the most reckless and sinful thoughts, you feared. You were afraid; no, you were terrified. Seeing that you wouldn't do what he asked, he himself started moving on you, generating all this tension in your subconscious. The first time he pinned you against the trunk of that tree there wasn't a glint of malice in his eyes, it was just desperation to flee death, but now it was different. His heavy body moved over yours, your intimacies locked together, his breath ragged, it was the prelude to what would come next. And you feared that it would really happen regardless of your will.
However, what paralyzed you was the feeling you repressed surfacing with each passing second. You intended to give him everything he wanted.
You already felt your juices leaking without discretion from your folds and the moans of pleasure were shamefully made up by those of discomfort. That was how you tried to deal with the forbidden attraction you felt for the darkness that surrounded that demon's existence.
"Why are you acting like a prude now? Are you that hard to catch? I know you want it as much as I do. I've seen how much you want it and you knew I was seeing it," he said with his lips a few millimeters away from yours, you were able to feel his breath. And he yours.
"Get the fuck off of me," you spoke in a thin voice, trying to break free from his grip, but with the heave of your body, the friction between you increased and your uniform rose, leaving your thighs beautifully exposed.
"You won't be able to get rid of me, you know that. You're skillful wielding a sword, but without it, you're just a frail human fighting the inhuman strength of a demon," he said, showing his sharp fangs in a malicious smile. "You don't really want me or are you just afraid of enjoying being fucked really good by a being you have an obligation to kill?"
You turned your face to the side, and your field of vision was taken over by the bush in which he was hiding to watch you. And in your mind all the memories of that damn time when you undressed before his eyes and touched yourself to orgasm. And that's what he was talking about.
"I didn't say you could look the other way, pillar. You don't even know how to be honest with your own feelings and you want to rid the world of our evil?" He teased you as he slid the tip of his nose down your neck until he almost reached the valley between your breasts. From the way he breathed in, you knew he was smelling you and it chilled you and made you involuntarily spread your legs wider and let him fit even more between your thighs. Consequently, you felt his erection better against your intimacy.
And he sighed and cursed.
Your wrists were already burning from the grip of his hands, and you'd already given up trying to free them, because the more you pulled on your arms, the harder he squeezed and it hurt like hell.
"Why are you so interested in me?" Perhaps, in your naivety, one conversation would be enough to bring him back to consciousness and then set you free.
"Because you're strong. And..." he lifted his own torso, still keeping your wrists firmly against the cold floor with his hands, to look down at your body, as if sizing you up, "...fucking hot. " And he licked his lips as his gaze shifted to your spread legs, one on either side of his waist. "I'm going to be good for you. I really don't want to hurt you," he said as he went back to laying his torso against your chest. He was heavy and almost made you gasp with all that pressure on your weak human body.
'I'll be good for you.' Those words reverberated in your mind making you wonder what he was talking about. You weren't a virgin, but you didn't know much about sex because your dead husband only cared about his own pleasure. And the sex were so fast that you felt almost nothing but the uncomfortable burning inside you, but with this demon, who carried the blame for many tears and innocent deaths on his back, everything seemed so intense that it suffocated you. The way he looked at you, touched you and even persuaded you was fuel for dirty thoughts to occupy your mind and an almost suffocating pleasure to intoxicate your senses. He hadn't done anything that significant, but just feeling him so hard with lust was enough to make you feel good… unintentionally, he was already being good to you.
And before you could do anything stupid, you tried one more time to get rid of him. With a force that you had taken from your common sense, you managed to escape through the sides of his body, still with your wrists tied to the ground, you twisted your body and with your knee bent, you hit a knee in his stomach, which only closed the eyes and made a pained expression.
"Do you still have strength? How strong can you be, pillar?" he broke into a satisfied smile once the kick wore off. "And say your name, I don't like to call strong people 'pillar', you deserve to be addressed by name," he said with a certain regret in his voice.
"It doesn't matter what my name is, just let me go!" you were already panting with anger and exhaustion.
"I won't let you go until you've spelled out why you teased me like that."
Deftly, he trapped your leg between his thighs, mobilizing you almost completely. Dammit, why did he have to be so strong?
"Who said I intended to tease you, you deluded demon?" lucky for you, your voice came out aggressive enough to mask the lie.
"It wasn't? Then why did you smile at me after you came?" He arched his brow and released one of his hands from your wrists to massage your exposed thigh. And you froze from the touch of the callused hand on your sensitive skin. "For a woman who deny to death that she want to fuck me, you get goosebumps too easily..." he said provocatively, running his finger over your skin until he reached almost between your legs.
The position you were in was uncomfortable and it was hurting you. With half of your body lying on the floor and the other half twisted – with your thigh trapped between his legs – you could already feel your spine burning and it was starting to really freak you out.
"Let me go... it hurts..." you complained with a whimpering voice.
He looked right at you, taking in every feature of your face.
"I only let go if you let me touch you or touch me," he said at last.
You shivered, took a deep breath, smelling the earth beneath you, and exhaled with the same intensity.
"You really aren't going to leave me, are you?" you were already dismayed.
"No," he smiled and squeezed your thigh.
"I let you touch me..." you said so quietly you thought he hadn't heard you. Deep down you hoped he had.
But you wouldn't admit that you wanted him to pleasure you.
Akaza's eyes gleamed and he felt his cock tug inside his pants in anticipation.
"Once I let you go, you can't go back," he said menacingly, looking you straight in the eye.
"I will not." You bit your bottom lip in apprehension.
He kept his gaze fixed on yours and then let go of your hands. You felt the place numb and knew that it'd take some time for the blood to circulate normally again.
Without you realizing it, you were under his body again. His arms gripping your thighs tightly and forcing them to encircle his waist, you just let him do what he intended. The palms of his hands against the bare skin of your legs sent a wave of pleasure deep inside you and the way he moved his hips against yours, simulating penetration, making your sexes rub with agony against each other made you move your own hips to keep pace with him.
He was silent. Observer. Looking at you from above, you followed his gaze as he scoured every part of your body. You weren't able to see him clearly, but your heightened senses told you how much he planned to make you beg him. His frustration was so much that he wouldn't be satisfied with just touching you, he wanted so much more than you were willing to offer, and that was too dangerous.
But also stimulating. You felt like you were going crazy along with him, because his every move was a trigger in you, killing your common sense.
He finally stopped moving over you but went to start undressing you. You broke into a cold sweat, but you could no longer try to stop it. So you used all your energy to massage your still aching wrists as you felt his fingers nimbly unbuttoning each button on your uniform. The night wind made your skin tingle and your exposed nipples ache, but soon his lips welcomed one of them into his warm mouth and another by his hand that was squeezing your breast, making you gasp.
"You said you were only going to touch me..." you argued softly, breathing in and out, making your chest rise and fall and your breasts even more in contact with his tongue and palm.
He ignored you and continued to pay attention to your breasts, sometimes sucking hard, sometimes pinching your nipples or simply sucking the skin around them to leave marks there.
When he played with your breasts enough, he released one of them with an audible 'pop' and kissed down your belly until he reached where the uniform still covered. Quickly, he undid all the buttons and left you only in your underwear. He didn't take it off right away, he just held your thighs and made you stand with your legs bent, wide apart. He took one look at you in that position, although his face was serious, his eyes betrayed how much he was enjoying that image.
And then he made the same path of his lips, but with his fingers until he reached your entrance, under the fabric.
"Did you really dare say no to me while you were wet like this?"
His eyes locked with yours, dangerously bright. Leaning his torso and with his face close there, he finally took off your panties and ran the tip of his tongue along the entire length of your dripping entrance. You saw the moment he clenched his jaw and forced air into his lungs, he looked like he had just experienced the best thing in the world. He didn't say anything, and slightly turned his face to the side, and kissed the inside of one of your thighs before taking a painful bite there, which made you scream and grab his hair. You felt a teasing giggle coming from him at the breeze that had escaped his nostrils.
Damn demon.
And without warning, he returned his attention to your pussy, where he gave a generous lick there, stopping at your clit, trapping it between his lips and sucking carelessly, making you shudder and cringe and your hands fly to his hair, pulling them hard.
He didn't seem very patient in stimulating you with his lips, he looked hungry. It was as if by sucking you he regained all your strength and that only made you roll your eyes and get restless in the place where you were lying. Your hands didn't know where they were, sometimes in his hair and sometimes closing against the ground, picking up some grass and dirt.
"I'm close..." you moaned desperately, trying to get rid of him, but he hugged your waist and kept you there, penetrating you with his tongue or sucking your clit until you came noisily, while scratching his shoulders with force.
When he finally let go of your waist and took his face between your legs, you weren't thinking straight. You could feel the sweat running down the sides of your forehead, neck and in the creases of your knees, while your body was still shaking.
“I'd spend eternity eating that delicious cunt,” he said, while he ran his fingers over his lips, wet from your fluids.
Not caring if you were panting, he pressed his mouth to yours. His lips molded perfectly to yours and his tongue explored every corner of your mouth, making you feel your own taste. In contrast to the painful grip of his hands on your thighs, which he'd returned to forcefully entwined around his waist, the kiss was gentle. Affectionate even. And, little by little, all your barriers being totally broken down, you started to respond. First it was a longer sigh of satisfaction as you touched your own tongue to his and then a shy groan as you felt his teeth catch on your lip and bite down carelessly, drawing a complaint from you. But you didn't pay as much attention to the pain it caused, as there were so many sensations he was arousing in you that the task of staying neutral under his touches became increasingly difficult. He had watched you long enough to read even what was hidden in you.
When he ended the kiss, he stood up and looked at you for a few moments before starting to undress too. You felt the shame take over you, but you didn't look away when his dick popped out of his pants, big and thick, making you afraid of when it was inside you.
"Keep your legs wide apart like this," he ordered. You felt the shame take over you, but seeing him looking at you with such desire, while his hand made quick and short movements on his own dick, which shone with pre-cum, your horniness also increased and disinhibited all your shyness, making you show off for him. He ran his tongue over his lip as he looked directly at your pulsing pussy and the sounds of him stroking himself were an addition to set you on fire inside.
He was too attractive. Almost ethereal. And seeing him in all his glory made you sick with the desire to have him inside you, to feel his dick tearing you apart. You were so needy that you felt like getting down on your knees to beg him.
But now he was the one who wanted to tease you. He was using only the tips of his fingers on his cock, working his way along the veiny length until he reached the dripping tip, where he held it with his index finger and thumb and cupped it in the palm of his hand, making circular motions.
"You like what you're seeing, don't you?" the voice loaded with malice and vanity made you sigh. "You're so craving my cock that it takes no effort to spread those legs and show that wet, delicious pussy to me." And a few more movements later, he returned to the starting position, on top of your body.
He didn't lie fully on top of you, he kept his torso slightly raised, allowing you to see his hard and heavy cock almost touching your entrance, making you anxious to finally have him inside you.
But he wanted to torture you some more.
He slid lazily over your body, only for his cock to temptingly graze your pussy, making you whimper.
"So needy... Now I get it... is that what you were afraid of? Did you deny it because you didn't want me to know you were a cockslut?" His face was millimeters from yours, and he ran his mouth over yours, licking your bottom lip. "A lovely liar, I would say."
You welcomed his tongue into your mouth as he forced it against your lips. The kiss was now greedy and you no longer felt your own taste on his tongue every time it touched yours. It was soft and agile, sometimes it curled up on yours and then escaped to walk all over your lips and when their mouths parted, he kissed your chin and went towards your neck and you only knew how to mutter disconnected words every jolt your body gave every time you felt the tip of his cock grazing your clitoris. Until you felt him heavily on you, resting one of his hands on your shoulder but realized that it was just for him to hold his cock to finally rub twice over your clit that ached with agony for attention. You gasped and screamed in pain when you felt him bite your neck at the same time he was slapping his cock three times over your entrance and with just one thrust, he sank himself inside you and growling along with you.
"So fucking warm, sweetheart. You feel so good squeezing my cock," he practically growled in your ear.
You moaned at the burning sensation his cock caused as he entered you, and you hadn't even told him if you were a virgin or not. "Oh, I actually forgot to ask you again if you were a virgin, my bad," as if he'd read your thoughts, he said, stopping to move.
“I'm not…” you replied greedily.
"Excellent. Tell me, how many men have you had sex with?” He slowly thrust himself back into you, going deep into you as he ran his hands down your thighs.
"What?! What makes you think I've had sex with more than one man?” You were truly offended. "I was married!"
He took a good look at your face and ran his tongue over his own lip.
“What happened to your husband?” And he slid his hands around your waist, lifting your torso a little so he could hold your breasts.
“Don't you think this is a bad time to talk about these thing- oh, fuck, yes…” You rolled your eyes as you felt him thrust hard into a very sensitive spot in you.
“Indeed, but it doesn't matter anyway, I'm the one fucking that pussy right now,” he said smiling, taking your nipples and twisting them between his fingers, making you gasp.
“You should know when to shut up,” you snapped on a gasp, feeling him withdraw from you.
He released one of your breasts to hold his own cock and rub it on your clit. With the friction of the tip wet by pre-cum and your wetness, you felt your body heat up. And before you could even feel the orgasm, he'd slammed back into you in one strong thrust, making you jerk and moan loudly.
After a few more thrusts, he came out of you again.
"Let's change positions, I want to see you riding me," he said, already taking you around the waist and sitting down and making you sit on his lap.
In that position, you wouldn't see him going in and out of you, but you would see him looking at your body, which made you anxious.
"Put my cock inside your pussy again, pillar," he ordered, placing kisses on your neck, forcing your hips up, causing his cock to rub against your belly. "Don't be afraid to hold my dick, it really likes you." And he ended with a crooked smile, making you arch your eyebrow.
Reluctantly, you took hold of the thick base of his cock and lifted a little to position it at your entrance and with a groan of pleasure, you descended, feeling him in every corner of your insides.
He also grunted and squeezed your waist, making you start moving. As horny as you felt, it didn't take long for you to start moving your hips slowly on his member, drawing from him and you gasps and moans of delight.
"As I thought, you are graceful even when you dance on my dick." He moved his hands up your neck and down to your breasts until he reached your waist. "Don't stop, keep going at that pace."
Then he tipped his body backwards, laying his back on the floor, just looking at you from above. His cock in and out of your pussy and your tits bouncing as you moaned and rolled your eyes from loving riding him so much was definitely his favorite thing from then on.
"While I'm doing all the work, you're just chilling," you said breathlessly, feeling the sweat trickle down your skin, noticing that Akaza had his hands behind his head, watching you twerking on him.
"But the view is so beautiful..." he licked his lip and took his hands from behind his neck and brought them to your breasts where he squeezed at the same time that he launched his hips up, making his cock hit deep in you, making you roll your eyes and see stars.
"Oh, fuck…" you whimpered.
As soon as he let go of your breasts, he put his right hand on your chest and pushed you back slightly, you only held on to his arms when he lifted his torso and leaned over yours to put you under his body. Half of your legs were suspended in the air, with your ass in his lap, as he held you firmly by the waist and hit you hard. His cock was going so deep into you that you couldn't even make a sound, you could only hear his balls slamming hard against your ass.
"Hold on to me," he demanded, stopping his movements, still connected to you.
You did what he said and then you felt yourself lying flat on the floor. He grabbed both of your calves and placed them on either side of his shoulders, making his entire length hit an unknown spot on you. It hurt like hell and the pain got worse as he pounded deeply.
"It hurts... This position hurts," you complained softly, your voice shanking with annoyance.
He stopped and stared at your face, still with his hands firmly on your waist.
"How boring was sex with your husband?" he asked genuinely in disbelief. You didn't like that and you refused to answer, but you knew he would make you talk. "I asked you a question, girl." He pushed himself inside you and squeezed your waist with an inordinate force, making you gasp in pain.
"We didn't innovate in the positions..." you replied at the time, brokenly.
"Hmm... and what was your sex like?"
"Hey, I'm not going to answer that!" You were stunned by his cockiness.
"I'm just curious." He shrugged and brought his hands up to your thighs, which were partially resting on his chest. "What was it like? You better answer..."
You grumbled.
"He would just lift the hem of my nightgown up to my belly, take off my panties and penetrate me until he came," you replied, feeling stupid.
Akaza arched an eyebrow.
"Even having such a feast served at home, he didn't even have the decency to taste it properly? What kind of loser did you get to be your husband?"
His rude words awakened your anger and without thinking twice, you slapped his face.
Realizing what you'd just done, you braced yourself for retaliation, but it didn't come, because all that happened was he heaved a sigh.
"Is it a weak slap like that you want to save that asshole's honor? Put more strength in that little hand, make my obsession with your strength assert," he said in an almost affectionate way.
And you slapped him again, a little harder.
"Harder."
And yet another slapping sound was heard.
"Weak human. That's why you weren't so well eaten-" and his sentence was left unfinished as his face fell to the side with the hard slap that hit the left side of his cheek.
There were a few seconds of silence. You watched his reaction, which didn't come right away. He remained with his face down, in the same position your slap had placed, and only then did you notice a trickle of blood running at the corner of his lip.
And he looked at you.
His eyes glittering dangerously and a macabre smile lining his bleeding lips.
Without saying anything, he took your legs from his shoulders to wrap them around his waist. Three strong, deep thrusts made your body jerk and the groan strangled in your throat in surprise.
One of his hands went to the back of your neck where he gripped your hair tightly and made you lift your head to face him.
"You are my best girl," he said before taking your lips in an aggressive kiss.
The thrusts were strong and deep, your tits swaying painfully with the aggressive rhythm of your bodies. The skin on your waist that was in contact with his hand was already burning from the grip.
It was so intense that you felt as if millions of little fireworks burst in your chest, intoxicating your senses and leaving you only muttering unintelligible things, showing him how good you were feeling.
He no longer measured the volume of his own moans or held back the expletives that escaped. Your pussy crushing his cock was just ammunition for his hips to move with more speed and firmness next to yours.
The erotic dance only came to an end when he grew more inside you and you felt him stretching you more and giving you errant thrusts, no longer taking care not to hurt you. You wanted to complain, but the pain mixed with that avalanche of sensation just made you want him to fuck you like that forever.
And then everything calmed down. It came out of you, leaving you feeling empty. You almost swore at him, but he put two fingers over your mouth and without thinking or receiving orders, you welcomed them into your mouth, sucking hard, looking straight into his bright eyes.
With his free hand, he was jerking off his cock, making a wet noise that was pleasant to hear. And then he took his fingers from your mouth cavity just to bring his groin closer to your body so he got up and lifted your torso by your hair, still without stopping masturbating himself, he put the wet tip of his cock on your lips, silently demanding you to open your mouth and you obeyed without blinking, feeling his taste mixed with yours on your tongue.
But contrary to what you thought, he didn't try to shove himself fully into your mouth, he just rubbed the tip over your tongue and forced it into your cheeks, making you feel your skin tighten.
You noticed the moment his moans became grunts and his whole body shuddered and he took the wet cock of pre-cum and saliva from your mouth, without stopping with the strokes and without letting go of your hair, to then release the jets of cum against your face and neck. You just closed your eyes and let your own digits work over your pulsating clit in an attempt to cum along with him. Your orgasm arrived soon after, before his eyes. He was still affected by his release, but he still held your cum-stained face and stuck his thumb inside your mouth, which was bitten hard as you came. He smiled and pulled you by the arm so that you got up and leaned on him.
"Will you be my mine and let me turn you into a demon so we can fight forever by each other's side?" he asked as he had you sitting sideways on one of his thighs, keeping your legs apart to massage your thighs, right next to your entrance numb from frantic fucking.
"Do you still have that in your head?" your voice is broken.
"Of course. Now you have nothing left to lose. You said you don't have a husband anymore, you let a human be devoured by a demon and took pleasure in it, and now you let an even worse demon fuck you. Or is there something more in your worthless human life?"
You knew he was right. But a part of you still wanted to honor your mother's memory and her effort to protect you from evil.
However, while you made Akaza lie on the floor again and put your cunt in his mouth, you closed your eyes to ask your mother's forgiveness for having given in to evil, because you knew that this evil did not only inhabit the darkness, it also always has been inside you.
a/n: considere reblogging it, cause it helps a lot! <3
Hey just a friendly reminder to all the new and old fanfic writers for Avatar Way Of The Water, that "x oc" is NOT "x reader". I know the movie only came out a bit ago but I am seeing some writers tagging their work as "x reader" but its an oc. I'm tired of seeing "x oc" when I'm specifically searching for a "x reader". As soon as a author adds a name to the reader that sets it apart from the "x reader" tag. It is now an oc and a character. It doesnt matter if u dont like writing (y/n), y/n, (reader), (name) or even (___), these are what we use in place for the readers name or even their own oc. If u dont like using these don't write "x reader" content, This is so there is inclusion for everyone in the "x reader" tag as soon as an author adds a name it is needed to be tagged as "x oc", and ONLY "x oc"
So pls respect other readers and use the appropriate tags.
What would Thomas do if we found him cheating on us?
I need to hear my heart break 😅
No but like, my dyslexic ass seriously had to reread this like 50 times cause I genuinely thought you wanted a scenario where WE cheated on poor Tommy 😭😭😭
But yeah I can definitely do the reverse where Tommy finds love in someone else other than us. Thank you for the ask!!!
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💔Cheating!Thomas x GN!Reader💔
It's been hours since you last seen Thomas. He's never taken so long with a victim before
You wanted to go down to the basement and check on him but Luda Mae said to let him work or else Hoyt would throw a fit about you distracting Thomas
Fair enough. You went back to your chores, occasionally looking to the basement door hoping your boyfriend would come back up so you can once again be wrapped up in his huge, strong arms
When you finished your chores, the sun was starting to set. You had a terrible gut feeling as Thomas has never been down there this long before
So you decided to sneak away and go down to the basement
When you reached the bottom of the stairs, you immediately wished you had stayed upstairs
The sound of soft moaning met your ears along with creaking of a bed
You went over to where Thomas keeps a spare bed down there and found him balls deep in the victim he was supposed to slaughter earlier in the day
You quickly felt tears rush down your face
"T-Thomas....?"
The woman gasped and Thomas immediately stopped, snapping his head to turn to you. His eyes wide as saucers
Before either of them could do anything, you turned and ran back upstairs
Luda Mae was sweeping in the hall when you ran past her, sobbing uncontrollably
"(Y/N)? What's wrong dear?"
You stopped to look at her for a moment before continuing on your way upstairs to the bedroom you shared with Thomas
You slammed the door and instantly lowered yourself onto the floor so you could cry into your arms
A million thoughts were running through your head
Why would Thomas cheat on you? Were you not good enough for him anymore? Did he even love you to begin with?
You snapped out of your thoughts when someone knocked on the door. You got your sobbing under control so you could get some words out
"W-Who's there?"
No answer.
"Go away....I don't want to talk to you or even see you right now..."
You knew it was Thomas before you had even asked who it was. Luda Mae would have immediately announced herself before knocking and you would have been able to hear Hoyt cursing before he even arrived at the door
You continued to salk in the room until Luda Mae came up
"Dear could you please come down? We know what happened and we want to make things right."
You sniffled and got up. You opened the door
"Oh you poor thing..."
You silently moved past Luda Mae and went downstairs to the living room, where you saw the victim from earlier on the couch with Hoyt standing behind the furniture. Thomas was sitting in a chair across the room from Hoyt and the victim
"Well now that the star of the fucking show is here, we can get started now huh Tommy? Come take a seat."
Hoyt leaned down and patted the spot next to the victim
You went over and sat as far as you could from them as Luda Mae came down
"There's no fucking way in hell that I'll allow Thomas to have two whores in this house distracting him from his work. He's going to choose one of you to keep, and the other to eat."
Hoyt laughed at the end. You looked over to Thomas and saw he had his chainsaw by his side. Panic started to fill you
You tried silently pleading with him but he wouldn't look at you. He was too busy staring at the floor. You wondered what was going through his head right now
"Well Tommy? You going to just sit there or am I going to have to choose for you?"
You heard a gun click from behind you. The victim next to you tensed up
Slowly Thomas stood up and picked up his chainsaw
The giant man walked over to the two of you on the couch
You looked up at him and saw he was staring right at you. Regret? Pity? Sorrow? It was hard to pinpoint what exactly was going on behind his mask
When you met Thomas over 3 years ago, you never thought he would ever hurt you. Not by cheating or by slaughter. You had never loved anyone like how you loved Thomas. You loved how he kept you warm during the cool Texas nights when his big strong arms. You loved how he would just rub your cheek and occasionally run his hand through your hair as you two relaxed after a long day of chores. You wonder why he would ever cheat on you. Was it due to your inability to have children? Was it because he just found the victim more attractive? Guess you'll never know
Thomas went to start up his saw. You sighed and closed your eyes as the saw roared to life. You prayed Thomas could hear you over it
"I love you..."
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Ambiguous ending so anyone can choose how this ends :)
Yeah I love being treated like a Harlet but soft Bo keeps me alive. Like your telling me this man wouldn't bask in his lover warmth and smell every second of the day? ARE YOU BLIND?
Look, listen. He's an asshole, he's a prick. BUT HE DOES CARE DAMNIT, LOOK AT THE REGRET THAT WAVES OVER HIM, AND HE WAS ABLE TO PUT HIS PRIDE ASIDE FOR JUST A SECOND TO MAKE UP FOR IT. IT'S THERE
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