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Werewolf!Asahi x fem!reader
Word count: 5.4k
Warnings: 18+ Minors Please Do Not Interact, monster fucking, dub con, penetrative sex, creampie, orgasms, brief moment of violence toward reader, uhh please let me know if I missed something
Author's note: this is my submission for @shuwuji Scare Me Collab (i apologize for it being so last minute). But um...yeah. Asahi as a werewolf just makes sense to me. I also made up a new type of moon because why not. Also, I realized that I am not great at writing smut, but it is what it is at this point. No beta.
Hope you enjoy. Feedback is always appreciated.
Autumn. One of the most wonderful times of the year for you. Sweater weather, leaves transforming into the most beautiful hues, pumpkin and apple flavored delights, spooky movies, perfect cuddling weather. All of it gave you a sense of wonder; it almost felt like you lived in a different time and place. You already loved autumn so much, but you had a sneaking suspicion that you were going to be even more in love with the season.
When you had told your friends that you were going on a weekend getaway up in the woods with your boyfriend, Asahi, all of your friends came to the same conclusion: proposal. You laughed it off, thinking that you knew Asahi better than your friends. Asahi did not seem like the type to propose in the middle of a forest. The amount of things that could go wrong were too great for your anxiety-riddled boyfriend.
“Plus,” you added quite matter-of-factly, “he doesn’t seem nervous at all. The poor man sweats beads when he asks where I want to go eat,” you laughed, only slightly exaggerating.
“He’s just a big softie. I bet he totally surprises you this weekend!”
Your friends were really firm on their stance, but you could only laugh and playfully roll your eyes. Asahi had brought up the idea of a fun weekend camping trip at the beginning of the month. Surely, if he was going to ask you to marry him, he would have planned a little farther ahead. He was always so prepared, always planning for the best and expecting the worst. Two weeks’ time was hardly enough time in an Asahi planning period.
*****
“So, how far away is this cabin?” you asked. Giddiness was coursing through your body. Energy must have been radiating off of you, because Asahi began shifting in his seat.
“It’s about a two hour drive.” He tapped his fingers to a made up beat on the steering wheel. For the next few minutes, the only sounds in the car were his fingers thumping against the steering wheel and the scattered pitter-patter of rain hitting the outside windows.
“Hey,” you spoke softly, seemingly breaking him out of his trance.
“Hey,” he repeated back.
“Is everything okay? You seem a little…nervous.” You tried to say it in a way that didn’t seem like you were trying to pry information.
“Oh, uh, yeah. It’s just that,” he paused, trying to find the right words. “I didn’t tell you before, but this is Daichi’s cabin. And he and Suga are going to join us tomorrow.”
“Oh. O-okay. I mean, yeah, that’s totally fine.”
Silence.
“You’re mad at me, aren’t you?”
“No, I’m not mad at you. I just wish you would have told me beforehand. Would have looked at this weekend with a different viewpoint, ya know?”
“W-we still have the cabin all to ourselves tonight, ______. I’ll make it worth your while.” He smiled at you as his hand intertwined with yours.
“Hm, you better Azumane. Ugh, looks like I’m losing service.”
“We won’t need our phones in nature; it’ll only take away from the beauty and mystery of it.”
You squeezed his hand, “hm, you’re right.”
You tried to pass the time by flipping through app after app, despite having no service. Eventually, a warning message for a low battery flashed on the screen.
“Shoot,” you muttered to yourself.
“What’s wrong?” Asahi asked, his brow scrunched.
“My phone’s about to die. Did you move the charger?” you accused more than questioned.
“Must have forgotten to put it back when I cleaned the car. I’m sorry, babe. We can charge it when we get to the cabin. Should be about another hour. But like I said earlier, we won’t need our phones too much this weekend.” He smiled at you, and it made you feel silly for getting irritated over something so trivial.
“Hm, you’re right,” you chuckled. “But, we haven’t taken our goofy picture to start the trip!”
You turned your phone’s camera to the front. You made your usual goofy face and Asahi smiled like he was trying to hold in a laugh.
“There! Now our trip has officially started.”
You were able to make the photo your lock screen when another warning message popped up, Battery Low - 5%.
“Yeah, yeah.” You dismissed the message and powered down your phone. A weekend without a phone was something you could deal with.
The drive felt like an eternity. The sky was beginning to turn a somber gold. A line of trees waited just ahead. You really wanted to get to the cabin before the sun set; getting lost in the dark woods was not your idea of a fun time. And as if Asahi could read your mind, he spoke words of comfort.
“We’re almost there. Another 20 minutes or so.”
“B-”
“I know it’s getting dark, but I’ve been here a few times. I know the way.”
A squeeze to your hand was calming. Because as soon as you passed the lines of trees, it immediately became darker; no source of daylight to be found. Twisting and turning, turning and twisting, you could feel yourself getting carsick. Just as you were sure you couldn’t take anymore, the car slowed to a stop in front of a beautiful two story log cabin. The inside of the house seemed darker than the outside; it was a very eerie feeling.
“Why don’t you go ahead in and I’ll grab our bags,” Asahi said as he shut off the car.
“I wanna stay with you.”
Asahi let out a soft chuckle and leaned over to kiss you on the forehead. It was chillier than you expected when you hopped out of the car, and you weren’t sure if you had packed enough warm clothes. Asahi met you around on your side of the car and put his jacket around your shoulders.
“I was getting a little toasty and I figured you were cold, you know, since you’re always cold,” his smile began to fade, “Are you feeling okay?” His hand covered your forehead, checking your temperature. His touch, soft as ever, brought you some comfort.
“‘m fine. Just…feeling a little sick to my stomach.”
“Yeah, that last stretch of road was pretty rough. Here, let’s get you inside..give you a chance to get your land legs back. I’ll make us some tea.”
He grabbed all of the bags, slinging them over his shoulder so that he had one free hand to help guide you up the stairs. He lifted up one of the many potted plants lining the deck and pulled out a spare key. Once inside, the darkness quickly covered both of you making it hard to do anything. You cautiously followed behind Asahi, your fingertips delicately grazing the wall. The familiar feeling of a lightswitch and without thinking, you quickly flipped the switch up. The two of you had found your way to the kitchen. Asahi pulled out a chair and placed the bags in the seat. Apparently, the shift from the coldness outside to the warmth inside caused his glasses to fog, and you couldn’t help but
“Daichi built this place a few years ago. It’s pretty nice, isn’t it? He really went all out.” He wiped the condensation from his glasses
He put the kettle on the stove before leading you into the living room. The second floor balcony wrapped around half of the room, everything from the upper floor visible to anyone on the lower floor. A lovely fireplace and hearth were on one wall where a large tv was placed above it. A sectional couch sat in the middle of the room, the back of the couch acting as a barrier to a mini bar and a table, most likely used for card games. A window as tall and as wide as the room overlooked the dense forest. It was hard to tell where the tree line ended and the skyline began.
“Here, have a seat right here. Let me help you with your shoes.”
He knelt down and pulled your boots off carefully. His fingers slowly and deliberately made their way up your legs, past your knees, across your thighs, finally resting comfortably at your waistband. He gave a playful tug, but you only groaned.
“You really don’t feel well, do you babe?”
In the background, the kettle began to whistle.
“Sit tight. I’ll go get you some tea, and then you can go to bed.”
He kissed the top of your head and disappeared behind you. The nausea was slowly beginning to fade, but the dizziness was becoming more prominent and you were finding it difficult to keep your eyes open.
Asahi returned almost as quickly as he left, two mugs in hand.
“Some tea for you to help your head and tummy. And,” he elongated the word as he handed you the mug, “there’s a little something special in there.”
One sip, two sips, and warmth flooded your body. Immediately, you felt relief and relaxed.
“Why does Daichi need such a large tv?” you asked as you took another drink.
“You know Daichi. He can’t live without his reality tv,” Asahi laughed.
You hummed in response.
“Let’s see what he’s got.”
Asahi shuffled through a stack of DVDs. He read the names of the movies and tv shows off to you. He could see the sleep in your eyes, so he chose a comedy movie the two of you have seen a million times before. You took one final sip to finish the tea, and Asahi took the mug from you and placed it on the table. He sat next to you and adjusted you so that your head was in his lap. The movie played, but you could only focus on Asahi’s fingers massaging your scalp just the way you liked. You weren’t sure when exactly you drifted off, but you remembered waking up as Asahi was laying you down onto a bed.
“Mm, Asahi?”
“Yes, my love?”
“Are you coming to bed with me?”
He eased himself down next to you. His fingers softly ran up and down your arm. The sensation caused goosebumps to cover your skin where his fingers dragged.
“Not just yet. I have a few more things I need to do, and then I’ll come to bed. And I’ll be sure to cuddle you so hard. Promise.”
He kissed your temple and covered you with a blanket. Before he could turn on his heel, you held your arms out; your telltale sign that you demanded a hug. He obliged and leaned down to embrace you.
“Good night,” you whispered. “I love you.”
“Good night, ______. I love you so much. Sleep tight. I can’t wait to spend the weekend with you.”
The lights were out. The only hint of illumination came off of the moon. It was bright, beautiful, almost full. To someone else, they might have mistook it for a full moon. But you knew better. It was a hobby that you and Asahi had recently started: moon cycles and star alignments. You wouldn’t have ever taken him as the type to be into that sort of thing, but looks can be deceiving and you’re glad to share an interesting hobby with him.
The moon sat above the trees and glowed a beautiful white. You smiled at its beauty and it seemed to smile back at you. A smile that seemed to know something you didn’t. No matter how long you stared, the moon’s smile never waned. And then, it winked at you. Were you dreaming? Surely you must be. But you felt as though this was all happening in real time. The moon’s hollowed grey eyes began to change into a different set of eyes that glowed with a golden shimmer. But they were eyes that felt familiar, that felt like they’ve looked at you a million times before, eyes that knew you. That same dizzying feeling from earlier returned. You tried to look away, but something kept you from doing so.
“Who are you?” the phrase barely passed through your lips.
The eyes appeared to fill with sorrow before being scrunched in rage. A loud howl reverberated from the moon, the sound filled your head and pulsated throughout it. The noise was too loud, you needed to get away. The howl died down, but your fear was still present. Why couldn’t you get away.
“Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up!” you kept repeating to yourself.
“______!” A strange voice that was a mix between shouting and growling called out to you.
You squeezed your eyes shut. If you couldn’t look out, then you couldn’t see whatever was calling out for you.
“______!” It was closer, louder. You laid straight as a board, holding your breath desperately.
“______.” A whisper, the air from its breath brushed against your ear. If you had known any better, whatever it was was standing right next to you.
You shot up straight in bed and inhaled the largest breath your lungs could handle. Daylight delightfully spread across the room. What had just happened was all a dream, albeit, the most realistic one you’ve ever recalled.
“______!” The familiar voice of your boyfriend echoed around you.
“Good morning, my love.” He stood in the doorway with a mug of what you assumed was coffee.
“Morning. Wh-what time is it?”
“It’s almost nine-thirty,” he quickly glanced at his watch.
You furrowed your brow. “Why did you let me sleep so late? And why didn’t you come to bed last night?”
He pushed himself off of the doorframe with his shoulder.
“I did come to bed last night, silly. You were conked out. Snoring, drooling, the whole nine yards,” he smiled. “I figured I’d just let you sleep since you weren’t feeling well. Are you feeling better?”
“Mmm,” you mumbled.
“Good! Here’s some coffee. Get dressed and come to the kitchen. I’m making some pumpkin spice cinnamon rolls.”
“Pumpkin spice cinnamon rolls?” You seemed skeptical.
“What? I’ve seen you eying them at the grocery store. ‘Tis the season, right? C’mon, we can eat out on the deck. It’s turned out to be a lovely morning.”
Truth be told, you were a little miffed at him, because you weren’t actually sure if he came to bed last night. The last time you “slept” that solidly through the night, you had finished a big event for your company and the exhaustion from that knocked you out. A full ten hours uninterrupted. But you felt fine after that solid sleep, and you didn’t recall any weird dreams. What happened last night was not normal. A weird, groggy feeling still lingered in the air around you.
“Were you able to charge my phone last night?”
“Oooh, well, the thing is…I think I forgot to pack the chargers,” Asahi said sheepishly.
“You forgot to pack…” you pinched the bridge of your nose. “It’s fine. A fun weekend in nature…we don’t need technology,” the mantra was more to reassure yourself than anything else.
“I think I’m going to take a quick shower first. Hopefully that will wake me up and put me in a better mood,” you smiled, but it wasn’t genuine. Asahi noticed, so you tried to cover yourself.
“You can join if you’d like. You know, while we still have the cabin to ourselves.”
A faint pink rose to Asahi’s cheeks. “Ah, I really shouldn’t. The oven’s still on. Wouldn’t want to burn down the cabin,” he let out a nervous chuckle.
“Mm, suit yourself.” You hopped out of bed. For the first time, you noticed that you were in your pajamas. Well, pajamas that consisted of one of Asahi’s old shirts and your underwear. Another thing about last night that you don’t remember. But, you were still tired and groggy, you were sure that everything would come back to you soon enough.
“Thanks for the coffee,” you took a sip, “I shouldn’t be too much longer. Ten to fifteen minutes tops.”
Asahi nodded and watched as you squeezed in between him and the door to make your way into the bathroom.
Soon enough, you were out of the shower and into clean clothes. The house smelled of pumpkin spice and cinnamon. You grabbed your coffee mug and made your way down the stairs to the kitchen. Asahi was not in there, but you could hear the muffled conversation of someone outside on the deck. A quick peek through the window and you saw that Daichi and Sugawara were outside with Asahi.
The three men appeared deep in conversation and didn’t seem to notice you were standing behind them. The dew from the grass began to evaporate as the sun rose higher above the treeline. Looking out above the trees, you could see the faint silhouette of the moon. It didn’t look quite as menacing now as it did last night.
“Are there wolves in the woods?” you asked, pulling the three men from their conversation.
“Good morning, ______!” Sugawara’s cheerfulness was almost too sweet for you.
“Nah, I don’t think the wolves come out this far.” Daichi’s tone was playfully dismissive.
“I heard them, though. Their howls sounded so close.”
“You heard wolves? That’s wild. In all my years here, I’ve never recalled seeing or hearing a single wolf.”
“But I heard it.”
Asahi was quick to jump in. He took one of your hands in his and began to rub his thumb across your knuckles.
“You were out pretty hard last night, ______..”
“Yeah, maybe the big lug over here was watching a scary movie and you heard the howls in your dream,” Daichi elbowed Asahi’s ribs.
For as long as you’ve known Asahi, he never seemed to have an affinity for scary movies.
“I only asked because if we have a bonfire like you guys are planning, I don’t want to get attacked by a pack of wolves.”
“_______, you don’t have anything to worry about. As long as we all stick together, we’ll be fine.” Daichi’s words were calm and collected; it was no wonder he was the unofficial leader of the friend group.
“Do you want to join us?” Asahi tried to pull you into his lap, but you resisted.
“No, I think I’ll finish breakfast inside.” You let go of his hand and turned to go back inside, causing him to scramble up after you.
Once in the kitchen, you stood at the counter and refilled your coffee cup. The fridge yielded a variety of creamers and sweeteners. Asahi stood idly by, waiting for you to say something. When you took your coffee cup and lone cinnamon roll and walked past him without so much as a glance, he finally spoke up.
“What’s wrong?”
“Oh, you know, not really a huge fan of practically being called crazy for thinking I heard something.”
“You know he didn’t mean it like that. He just…doesn’t like the idea of there being something dangerous around.”
“So, there could be wolves,” you said with authority in your voice.
“N-no, there aren’t any wolves, ______.”
“There’s something. And don’t give me any of this “scary movie” bullshit. You don’t ever watch scary movies.”
“There are still things you don’t know about me,” he said quietly.
“You know what? Just forget it. Spend the weekend with your friends. I’ll just keep to myself.”
Asahi’s hand grasped your wrist tightly, the strength behind it surprised you.
“Hey. Don’t walk away from me,” anger laced his words.
“Asahi, you’re hurting me.” In your efforts to get out of his grip, you dropped the plate with your breakfast on it. The glass shattered, causing him to snap out of whatever trance he was in.
“Oh no, ______. I’m sorry!” He quickly released you from his grip. “I didn’t mean to, ah…I didn’t mean…let me clean this up.” He bent down and began picking up the broken shards of the plate.
You stared. At him and then at your wrist. An indentation of his fingers left goosebumps in their place. Asahi had never yelled at you, let alone lay an angry hand upon you. And yet, as he frantically picked up the pieces of the mess he caused, you couldn’t help but to feel a slight pang of guilt.
Kneeling down beside him, you set your coffee mug on the ground before hugging him tightly around his neck.
“‘m sorry, Asahi.”
He returned your embrace, his hand cradling the back of your head. As he breathed out, he pulled you closer.
“No, I’m sorry. This weekend didn’t start the way we wanted it to. You know I would never, ever do anything to hurt you. I’m so sorry, baby.”
He pulled back, his face searching yours. He gave you the softest kiss, the kind that leaves you aching for more. And you think he might have indulged you if it hadn’t been for the face his two friends walked inside.
“Here, go enjoy your coffee. I’ll take care of the rest of this.” He handed you your mug and kissed your forehead.
“Daichi, where’s your broom? I owe you a new plate.”
*****
Evening time finally came, and you couldn’t be more excited. The day had started out lousy and was fairly boring. The four of you were now sitting comfortably around a large fire. The sun was just on the cusp of setting.
“Did you know that there’s a really rare moon tonight?” Sugawara asked.
“Oh? I know that it’s a full moon tonight. Is it a harvest moon?” you asked.
“Nope!” he shook his head. “Tonight’s moon is way rarer than a harvest moon. Like, it’s so rare they aren’t even sure when it’ll happen again!”
“What makes it so rare?”
“They call it a Blood Prism Moon. It’s a blood moon that occurs when all of the planets are aligned. Tonight, when the moon is at its highest point in the sky, it’ll appear blood red and we’ll also see all of the planets aligned with the moon. It’s going to look amazing!”
The fire crackled loudly, the flames growing higher and clashing against the evening sky. To pass the time, the four of you told campfire stories. Daichi began telling stories that sounded an awful lot like some of the scary movies he had stashed up in his house. It grew quieter as the four of you huddled near the fire. You could see the moon climbing its way past the trees. A cold chill shot down your spine.
“______?” Asahi broke the silence. “Can I talk to you…alone?”
Daichi and Sugawara made the “ooohhh” sound and Asahi threw a twig at them.
“Of course,” you chuckled.
He led you deeper into the woods, the warmth of the fire long gone, the light dancing just barely in the trees.
“What’s up?” you asked after he stopped in a large clearing.
“Remember earlier when I hurt you? And I said I would never do anything to hurt you?”
“Yes?” A terrible feeling sank into your stomach.
“I really did mean that. But part of me can’t help thinking it might be in my nature.” He began removing his watch and glasses, carefully setting them on a nearby log. He unbuttoned his shirt, neatly folding it and placing it on the log.
“Wha-” you started, but cut yourself off. Has Asahi always been that tall? Have his shoulders always been that broad? Where did those scars come from?
“I’ve been wanting to tell you for so long, but I was afraid you might leave me if I did. And I just love you too much to risk that.” His body was becoming more hairy, his muscles growing with each passing second. His brown eyes suddenly had an eerily golden glow to them, and yet his face stayed mostly the same.
“A-Asahi, you’re scaring me.”
“I used to scare myself, too. But in time, I learned to forgive myself. And, in time, you will too.”
The moon rose above the trees and shone down to reveal Asahi’s werewolf form. He let out a terrible howl; the same howl you heard last night.
Without much time to think, you bolted back toward the campsite. Surely, Daichi and Sugawara would be able to help. They could protect you; they could get you out of there. You followed the flickering light back to the bonfire. As soon as you passed through the threshold of trees, you shouted for the two men. However, they were nowhere to be seen. Had they gone back to the cabin after hearing the howl? Were they trying to find the two of you?
“They can’t help you,” a mix of Asahi’s voice and a growl spoke out to you. He was standing in the clearing where you had just come from. “And you can’t outrun me. So, please, don’t make this any harder than it already is.”
He slowly made his way toward you. Fear caused your feet to feel heavy, like you were stuck in mud that was slowly sinking. The harder you tried to move, the more stuck you became. A large paw of a hand caressed your face.
“P-please, don’t hurt me.” You whimpered.
“______, I told you before. I would never hurt you. But,” he took in a deep breath through his nose, “I am going to make you mine.”
He cupped your face in his paw-like hands and kissed you more passionately than he’d ever done before. It brought a strange sense of relief to your panic stricken body. Soon enough, all of the tension melted into his touch. One of his hands still held your head firm while his other hand tore your clothes to shreds.
“Asahi, why? Why now?” you asked in an almost trance like state.
“Because tonight’s the night our pack completes the ritual. Daichi and Suga already did their parts, and now it’s my turn. I make you mine under the light of the blood prism moon, and our pack is granted immortality.”
“Oh.”
“Do you want to be mine? Forever?”
You stared up at him, into the golden eyes that glowed a little more than the night before. Did you have a choice in the matter? If you said no, would he kill you? You didn’t want to say no, because you knew that, underneath it all, he was still Asahi. The Asahi that you had grown to love and admire.
“Yes, I want to be yours.”
You let out a sharp exhale and Asahi pushed his cock inside of you. He felt bigger than usual, but it didn’t hurt. As strange as it seemed, it was like a perfect fit. One of his arms was hooked under one of your legs as he kept moving his hips back and forth. Your head was buried into his chest; a small miracle, because you weren’t sure if you could look at him while he was doing this to you. Your moans were sounds of encouragement for him. Soon enough, he had both of your legs hooked under his arms. His member hitting every single sensitive spot it could find.
“Oh, fuck,” you spewed out. Any coherent thoughts were long gone. The sounds that the two of you were making would have embarrassed you any other time. You could only think about Asahi’s dick and how good it was making you feel. You were close, your orgasm was on the brink of exploding.
“Mmm, tell me how good it feels. Tell me how much you want this.”
“Want this so bad. Please. Make me feel good.” Each word enunciated after each thrust.
“Anything for you, baby.”
Asahi increased his pace, slamming his cock harder and harder into you. One final thrust had you coming undone. Your walls were pulsating around his cock, trying to take in more of it. You were babbling complete nonsense. He quickly pulled out and it elicited a whine from you. He laid you on the ground, and began licking and sucking at your dripping cunt, causing the feeling of euphoria to stay.
“Asahi, please. ‘s too much.” You tried batting him away to no avail.
“‘m not finished yet,” he growled.
A few more swipes of the tongue over your clit had you practically in tears. And then, without warning, he inserted himself back into you.
“It’s my turn. And I want to see how good I make you feel this time.”
His face was now inches from yours, his arms pinning you into a position that made you look at him. Lustful eyes watched you intently. Every little face and sound you made only made him keep going. He was unpredictable with his pace this time. He would slow when he would lean in to kiss you, but as soon as he pulled away he would go back to the quick, deep thrusts. It was leading to your second orgasm of the night.
“I-I’ve never done this part before, so it might hurt baby. I’m sorry.”
A final push and it felt as though his cock had doubled in size. A gasp left you and the tingling rang out all through your body. His own grunting and groaning told you that he was also experiencing his own euphoria. What brought you back down from your high was the harsh, piercing feeling of his teeth in the base of your neck. It stung for only a moment before numbness took over. You stared up to the sky, the moon a deep red. And you wondered if the wound you now had also resembled the moon at this current moment.
That’s when you started to feel it. Your body began to change. Your bones cracked and snapped as they grew longer, claws began to grow from your hands, fur that matched your hair color spread from all parts of your body, and a tail began to sprout from your tailbone. In the distance, you could hear the howls of a few other wolves. Daichi and Sugawara, you thought. Whatever Asahi needed to do, it appeared he was successful.
Asahi’s breathing was slowing, and his eyes were losing a bit of the golden luster they had before. He looked disheveled and ashamed. Anytime he tried to look at you, you quickly glanced in a different direction. This whole encounter was too much for you; you weren’t sure how to process this. And your body was exhausted from the adrenaline and physical activity you just endured. You felt like you were in the same plane of existence as you were last night. You were there, but you weren’t able to actually do anything.
At some point, Asahi removed himself from you, but still kept you close to him. He curled next to you and kept you warm as you both eventually drifted off to sleep. You awoke in the morning with a wake up call from Daichi.
“Hey, you two. Go inside and get cleaned up, huh?” He said as he threw Asahi’s clothes at him.
You wanted to be embarrassed, being naked in front of your boyfriend’s two friends. But, it wasn’t a feeling you could comprehend at the moment. Asahi sat up and held his head in his hands, like a person would do if they woke up with a hangover. He looked at you and a mix of emotions flooded your body.
“So,” you said as you stood from the spot near the ashes of the fire. “Where do we go from here?” You extended your hand out to Asahi, and he accepted it.
“Well, I know it’s a little anticlimactic now, but,” he shuffled through the pockets of his clothes before pulling out a small box, “I was wondering if you would marry me?”
You laughed. Was this ironic? Maybe. Was this how you expected your weekend to go? Absolutely not.
“I think we’re pretty committed to each other after what happened last night, don’t you think?” you asked, a hint of bitterness spewing from your lips.
“Ah, yeah,” he sheepishly rubbed the back of his head.
“C’mon. You can explain everything I need to know about being a werewolf as we take a shower, yeah?”
“Yeah,” he said as he followed you.
You stopped and held out your hand. “And yes, I will marry you. I don’t understand all of this quite yet, but…I want to. Because, while I am yours, you have to realize that now, you are mine, forever.”
Asahi gave a slight pause in his step as he walked alongside you. But he would have all eternity to figure out what you meant by that.
cw: horror ie. dark content, minors dni, domestic abuse (including violence towards a child) although nothing explicitly graphic. reader and izuku have an unnamed infant son.
a/n: for @shuwuji's scare me collab! (not me submitting at the last minute, forgive me bb)
Izuku has been strange since his last mission.
You can’t exactly pinpoint why. Izuku at his very core is resilient above all else and this last threat was not the most sinister - really, nothing compared to the trial of his teen years - but ever since he came home beaten and bruised but with that triumphant smile on his face, you can sense a tension in his shoulders and neck that has yet to cease.
Nothing you’ve done for him has changed either. The painstaking care you perform in love, rubbing oil onto his scars, kneading his sore muscles, whispering soothing words that chase away the occasional nightmare… none of that gentle treatment has been forsaken in the interim. He’s thankful to you as usual, and the matters of daily life have resumed as expected.
And yet something is wrong.
It’s been a week since then - in fact, it is 2pm and Izuku has not yet risen. You feed your infant son alone, thankful that he’s being quiet as a small mercy to his hardworking father. He claps his hands and you smile and give him kisses to his forehead between bites of pureed vegetables. He is round and soft and looks the spitting image of Izuku, harmless and sweet.
Lunchtime ends and your son remains attached to your hip as you briefly tidy up the house. Pillows are fluffed, teething rings are picked up and sterilized, and surfaces are wiped down. You spend the next few hours allowing your child to crawl on soft carpet and explore, while you watch him with one eye and read with another.
Izuku has yet to rise by 5 pm and your son falls into your lap, begging for a nap.
You pass by the master bedroom in the hall and peek inside, finding that Izuku is no longer in bed, a mess of perspiration-soaked sheets taking his place. You can hear a suppressed fit of coughing and see fluorescent light leaking from the closed bathroom door. You don’t call out to him in worry of waking up your slumbering infant, drooling peacefully on your shoulder.
Your child is laid in his crib with tenderness and after tucking him in you make your way to your bedroom to meet your partner. There’s a strange pit in your stomach that forms as you enter the room, an odd miasma that worsens in intensity as you round the corner into the bathroom. He stands there, back turned to you, and staring at the mirror, knuckles white as he grips the edge of the sink. You get the impression he’s been standing there for a while and the marble strains under the pressure of his fingers. Perhaps it mimics his psyche at the moment.
A mental note is made to have it repaired.
“Izuku,” you keep your voice soft. His eyes widen as he hears you call his name and he turns quickly to look at you. The look in his eye is odd, as though he’s not sure he recognizes you; his skin glows with night sweats and he practically trembles, even if his feet are planted firmly on the ground.
“Are you…” your voice trails off. It would be silly if you asked if he was okay. Instead, you step towards him and press the back of your hand to his forehead. You can practically feel his racing pulse in your fingertips, but he’s not feverish. Yet.
“I-I don’t know what’s going on,” he whispers. His hand closes around yours and pulls you off him gently, his eyes closing. “… this headache won’t go away no matter what I do.”
His voice comes out raspy, as if he were parched.
“Do you need some water?”
He shakes his head and you frown. You’ll bring some anyway in case he changes his mind.
“I can call for a doctor’s appointment,” you offer. His eyes open again and he frowns. You can tell he doesn’t believe it will help with whatever ails him but he doesn’t argue with you.
“Okay.”
You decide to leave him for a moment given that he hasn’t yet collapsed, and passing through the bedroom (drawn curtains compound the darkness of the early evening), you hunt for your cell phone. It takes you a moment of hesitation to consider if he should be seen now rather than later while you wait for the hold music to cease, but he looks… stable to say the least.
“What time tomorrow?” a young woman asks on the phone.
“What’s the earliest time you have?”
“How about 8 am-“
Her voice drowns under the sound of your son who is crying all of a sudden.
“C-can you hold on please?” you interrupt the poor scheduler. “I’m so sorry.” You automatically put her on a hold, then walk briskly at first towards the child’s bedroom but soon something compels you to run those last few paces - the cry is strange, louder and more distressed than you’re used to.
And as you turn the corner, you realize why.
“Izuku, what are you doing?!”
You push past him to snatch your crying child who he has raised in the air, a hand unnaturally tight around his midsection. When you arrive, you can see him squirming in his father’s unnatural grip as Izuku stares vacantly into his eyes, green into teary green.
Izuku barely budges as you nearly shove him out of the way and does not let go.
“This thing is the issue.” His voice is unattached and robotic. Your ears ring, part-shock, part-rage, as your son continues to wail.
“W-what the fuck are you talking about!?” You shriek, your swipes at him more and more aggressive as you try to rescue your kid. Izuku side-steps you nearly effortlessly and turns, your son raised much higher and out of your reach, until you’re jumping around him in a manner that looks more and more foolish, the more desperate you become.
“Put him down!”
The child wails, arms reaching for you now.
“I’m getting rid of it.”
“You’re doing what?” You scream.
Izuku walks slowly, eyes still lowered as if a man possessed, as if he cannot feel the fact that your fists are beating against every part of his body that you can reach. There’s something he murmurs under his breath about noise and evil and a headache he can’t stop and something about a curse he can’t break, and all manners of nonsense as your cries get louder and louder until your voice barely comes out at all, replaced with your sobs.
When you fall in a heap and decide to beg instead, to plead to something still reasonable inside of him, terrified by your baby’s incessant crying, he does stop, pivoting in your direction. Through tear-blurred eyes, you watch him dangle the now unconscious infant upside down as though they were a dirty toy and you rub your hands together in a plea.
“P-please… I don’t know what’s gotten into you… but stop.”
Your eyes follow the child who swings gently like a pendulum, and you are hypnotized. You think you may pass out as well.
“If I get rid of this, it’ll go away. It will be better,” he repeats over and over again as a mantra. You pull at his ankles, a weight that is feather-like to him, and he keeps walking towards the front door, dragging you along. The fact that you are crying means nothing to him, the fact that he holds an infant like a sack of potatoes in his left hand means nothing compared to the throbbing pain behind his right eye.
A voice repeats in his head with increasingly loud crescendo, nuisance, nuisance, nuisance.
“Annoying,” he murmurs under his breath.
He looks at you, and you start to resemble the child more and more the longer he holds his gaze.
it's a little early for the milestone, but let's celebrate 500 followers and my favorite holiday with a collab!
This is a collab centered around halloween. Monsters, thrills, costumes, all of the creepy things that go bump in the night....it's all fair game here. Feel free to indulge in your spookiest desires or get our hearts racing with a thrilling tale of horror!
Because October is typically a busy month for writers AND readers, I wanted to create an opportunity for anyone who wants to participate in the fun but maybe isn’t up to doing an entire kinktober. Or maybe you want to do both! Be my guest, the world is your oyster, whatever floats your boat, etc etc etc. The fics will be due the week of oct. 24-oct.31, and I will be reblogging the masterlist and each work during that time.
rules
The theme is thrills, horror, and romance- write about monsters, write about the horrors of love, write about the darkness that lies in our human hearts, write about what you'd be doing with your fave on halloween, whatever it is that gets you in the spooky spirit!
You MUST be over 18 and have your age in your bio to participate. just having 18+ will not cut it, and that's stated clearly in my blog rules.
DC is allowed and encouraged, just please make sure to tag and include trigger warnings where they are easily visible.
Works must be at least 500 words, please put longer works under a cut!
This will be for x reader fics, in the following fandoms: Haikyuu, BNHA, Tokyo Revengers, Blue Lock, and JJK.
To enter, send me an ask with your character and theme (ex; demon!Sakusa x reader, friday the 13th Mikey x reader, or yandere!barou x reader). Up to three repeats of the same character is allowed.
When you post your fics during the week of 10/24 - 10/31, please include the tag '#scare me collab' and reblog this masterlist to give the other writers some love! And if you want to tag me to make sure I see it feel free!
masterlist
matsukawa x reader - @bakumu
serial killers!kuroo and bokuto x reader - @vagabondings
atsumu x killer!reader - @mekiza
werewolf!asahi x reader - @asahipleaseloveme
stalker!hawks x reader - @miriowned
serial killer!bakugo x reader - @lovelorn-thots
hercules!izuku x megara!reader - @lovelorn-thots
stalker!shinsou x reader - @shuwuji
demon!hanma x reader - @shuwuji
virgin!shion x succubus!reader - @sweetsbysatori
vampire!mikey x reader - @shujiful
gargoyle!baji x student!reader - @sleepykoko
witch!reader x possessed!mitsuya - @takaholic
nothin yet
ghost!geto x reader - @pleasantdinosaurkingdom
incubus!gojo x reader - @atsumeii
angel of death!choso x reader - @shinigamiplayroom
do you ever just love a fictional character so much that you see a picture of them and your heart squeezes and drops EVERY time? like dam you aint even real and you got me weak
before the door of your apartment even locks, you know he’s there.
there’s always been an unnatural draw between the two of you, something no one else could quite understand, whether it was your parents, your friends or other loved ones; a string between you two that despite how frayed and tortured it became over time, would not completely snap.
it’s times like this you wish to be free from him, and yet you wonder - if you were to sever this cord, which one of you would perish? him or you?
you take your time, steeling yourself against whatever words he has prepared to attempt to win you over again. they never fall on deaf ears, although you wish they would.
manjiro sits in your bedroom, waiting, as though he belongs there, as though he has always been there, part and parcel with the walls, the ceilings, the floors, even the rent. his presence was once something that energized you, and there was a time, when young and carefree and innocently in love, you would have rushed into his arms and held him tight...
but tonight, his presence brings you not dread, but a feeling more akin to morbid curiosity. what is it this time?
“mikey?” you ask, but the lilt in your voice is barely there. not enough for it to be a question, but too much for it to be a simple statement of fact.
he smiles, and it’s not the same warm smile of your teen years, but you can tell he’s doing the best for you, reminding you of the mikey you once loved to death.
“did you miss me?” he asks.
“no.”
your voice is flat as you set your keys on your end table. he doesn’t shift from his position on your bed, ankles crossed and phone in his lap, but he does glance at you.
“you’re lying.”
you run a hand through your hair and turn to face him. they say lovers learn to resemble each other over time - your face is as neutral as his is, and you watch each other carefully, as though taunting the other to move first.
“believe what you want,” you reply. you disappear into the bathroom to wash your hands, then make your way to the kitchen. there are leftovers from the night before that you planned on heating up, and perhaps sharing with your cat. however, the traitor now jumps into manjiro’s lap and nestles himself, and manjiro looks at you triumphantly.
more for you.
“you should leave him,” mikey says, and you roll your eyes. it starts off this way usually, and sometimes he’s successful with his line of conversation, with you giving in and giving him the best pussy he’s had in his life. sometimes you feel bad for him, the way he shakes and moans and prays your name over and over again, that the miserable woman who thinks she has his heart perhaps doesn’t deserve this treatment.
and yet you don’t care, because he’s told her and she won’t listen.
“you should leave her,” you say nonetheless.
“i have. she doesn’t listen.”
“and yet you indulge her,” you retort.
you’ve already failed at throwing mikey out. he sits at your table, eating bites off of your fork and you look at him somewhere between disgust and apathy.
“i can’t force a woman to love herself,” he shrugs.
he’s right. you frown, then pull your plate closer to yourself. he frowns deeper.
“i’ve already said it and proven it to her, and yet she thinks the more she cooks and cleans and cries, the more i’ll fall in love with her. or perhaps she gets off on the idea of suffering for love?” mikey says.
“stop,” you insist.
“why would i refuse to be doted on?” he asks. “you won’t do it for me.”
you raise your eyebrow and he looks away, embarrassed. you wonder if he ever bends to his current partner’s whims. he did for you and continues to.
“you’re using her.”
“come back to me and i’ll stop.”
you grimace.
“i’ll pass.”
“then i won’t release her.”
you glance at him and shake your head. you wonder for a moment what it would be like, to be in her place, desperate to be loved.
“what does this have to do with me?” you ask, but you can tell by the intensity in manjiro’s eyes that it does have everything to do with you.
if you were a kinder woman, perhaps you’d find some complicated go-between, a way to make his new love (if you can call her that) find a way to understand herself and her station in life. you’ve been in this deep once.
perhaps that’s an overstatement. you have too much self-respect for yourself.
but regardless, when you think about it, she’d always thought she’d won. loudmouthed and haughty when it came to you, asserting herself where she needed not to.
so let her believe so. ignorance is bliss.
and you can provide bliss for her as much as you do him.
Stop this is so fucking good. I love it so much. Thank you eaM 🥺
