if i write a tomoe x reader fanfic where the reader comes from an emotionally abusive family will you read it i'm bored i have 2 months of summer left 5 votes i'll write it
"runaway princess" | kamisama kiss [tomoe x fem!reader] part 1
a/n : i won't make this long. but i am not too good at writing, at least how i used to be. i really hope you somehow enjoy this. i watched the anime just recently and i thought it was so well-written as a romantic comedy. that's all thank you x (also i'm sorry if tomoe is a little ooc im not good at writing anymore)
for as long as you can remember, the roof you've lived beneath has always been like this. nothing has changed since your father left.
when you were younger, it felt like everyday you were destined to be holed up under your desk, ears plugged with game music as you felt the vibrations of your parents' thundering voices on the floor beneath your feet. they were ripping each other's heads off with volume alone. money. grandparents. curse words. these are the most common things you would hear beyond your locked door in tandem with the cheerful melodies in your ears.
and sometimes, if your ass hurt enough from sitting on the hardwood floor, you'd stand up and just crawl into bed with your ears still plugged in. you would join your fingers together once the blankets were over your shoulders. you'd clamp them tightly, and pray with your eyes shut. please make them go away. please make them stop fighting. i promise i'll be a good girl. you'd revere from the floor of your little six year old heart.
how useless those prayers were.
you began to hate any concept of god the moment the anger was redirected to you.
now, you're eighteen. absent of a father, but at least you got accepted into a state university. it would've been happy news to you until your mother kept hanging it over your head.
your door flew open with a kick of her calloused foot. you jumped in your place, feeling your stomach drop at the invasive noise. you were just trying to sort out your college plans on your laptop. but of course, she never took it that way when it didn't fit her narrative.
"you! i've had enough of you. all you do is sit around there all day. it's like you forgot your father isn't around anymore. you can't even sweep the floors for your own sake?!"
where did this come from? why tonight? you were already scared of not being able to start the year without rough sailing. no friends, no support, no nothing. not even a job to support you independently with how hard it is to get employed now, especially with someone of your lackluster curriculum vitae.
you've had enough with her, too. she was always smothering you, making you feel small and useless just because you stayed at home often. she never took the time to get to know you anymore, always using work as an excuse and only using her time around the house to scrutinize you. you felt like you were walking on eggshells. every. waking. second.
you did something you've rarely done. you spoke up. gently, too, to make sure you didn't give her more reason to escalate.
"you could've just asked."
"asked?! i don't have to ask you to do anything!"
"mom, i'm trying to-"
"there you go, making excuses again! just do it! you never do anything around here, anyway. do you want to be useless until you're 30? is that where your goals are?"
you felt strangled from saying anything in your own defense. "mom, can you just stop?" you plead numbly. but she won't stop. at this point, she's just yelling at you, and you can't even process what she's saying. your ears are ringing and a quiet rage is blossoming uncomfortably in your abdomen. she doesn't know you at all. doesn't know how much you suffer inside during school everyday just trying to pass high school, even though you had nothing to look forward to. how lonely you were. how utterly numb yet chaotic you felt inside. "alright, it's my fault! i'm the bad person! i'm always the negative person in your story when i'm just teaching you what's right!", she keeps yelling.
years. she's been like this for so long. it won't stop. is it so hard for her to not yell at you? no one will ever see you suffering.
your eyes burn. in a flit of anxious impulse, you shut the door and lock it. her yelling grows louder. it feels like she's burning through the door with her words. you crouch to the floor and crutch your ears.
then, you let it all out. an ear-piercing shriek that bounces off the walls of your cold bedroom. it happens three more times in tandem with your mindless, loud sobbing. a noise your mother has never heard before. it actually worked.
you got her to quiet down.
"you're stressing me out! just go!" she says.
you obliged later that night after she went to bed. you texted your 'friends'. emptily, you wipe your social media presence just to feel something. you wonder if they'll miss you.
you patter up to your closet and change out of your pajamas. you looked for the biggest, most heavy-duty backpack you can find and stuffed everything you could think of in there. documents, your laptop, your essentials, and as many of your clothes as you can fit in there. if there's anything you love more than the internet, it's your clothes. you spent a long time curating your closet, you know? looking good was your coping mechanism.
you sighed. you hated here. you wish you could love it. you wished you were stronger. but you were beginning to die inside just staying there.
so you leave through the window. i'm sorry, mom. but i don't think we've ever truly known each other. so i'll be polite and leave the house you worked so hard for.
…
…
"ah, what's wrong with me? where am i even gonna go?" you immediately wailed to yourself the moment you hiked through those dense, foresty roads. your face withered at your own circumstances. one ride later and you were already beginning to feel your confidence resolve. you only had about 7,000 yen to your name, your feet were growing tired, and you were honestly considering just going back home and slip right through your window. the next morning, your mother would likely pretend that nothing ever happened and would just leave for work silently as usual.
on your right, you spot a flight of stone steps. you look up that steep slope. eh, it looks… so scary up there! where the hell am i?! you feel immediate regret for wandering around so carelessly. get it together, you're homeless now. childish ghost stories are the least of your concern.
but..
you look up to that barely-illuminated shrine. it looks almost pitiful, the way it seems so neglected. in a way, it resonated with you. you two had something in common at least. dim, abandoned, and probably rotting inside all ugly.
your self-deprecation brought your feet up those steps. on the way, your mind drifts again. probably from being so exhausted. it's at a chance like this where you wonder: was i really so unfaithful that i had to face this reality? if the gods were real, i wonder what they're trying to tell me now. maybe my destiny is to be punished by my own stupidity.
haha.
you reach the shrine. it doesn't look much more appealing up close. your heart freezes at the slightest rustles. the wind bites at your cheeks and the clearness of the night sky above you soothes your worries. oddly enough, you find comfort in the fact that you're alone. that no one's finding you.
if you could die in this state, you probably would. suddenly, you feel the freedom to do anything. this freedom was dangerous. but it influenced your curiosity- and right now, you were so curious of what that shrine looked like inside. if it was ugly. if it was all worn down and peeling at the walls, and reeking of mold. if you could stay in there the night and leave.
you crawl onto the wooden terrace and pull the doors back without anticipation.
"you're lost."
not even a question, but a fact. you look around, merely thinking of it as an insane hallucination of your already wearing mind. but you blink again and snap yourself into reality. a person, there was an actual person inside! and you'd just rudely open the door for yourself!
"i'm so sorry!" your reflex was to apologize, your tone coming out sheepish and utterly embarrassed.
he saw your eyes from where he could peek over his open fan. its as if your eyelids were slanted south in shame.
who.. was this? you thought to yourself. he looked otherworldly. are those fox ears on his head? his chalk-white hair had not a single frizz sticking out. his skin was flawless, too. and those eyes were so serene, lined with bold black. you were almost envious of his beauty. you wish you were that pretty. it'd do you pretty well, considering your state right now.
as for him, you're not the person he wanted to see. far from it, actually. the last thing he wanted to deal with was a careless maiden who had no regards for sacred places. the moment your hand touched the door, his senses have already profiled your entire being. he knew you had no faith in divinity, he tasted it in your radiance. your soul was bitter.
not that he cared.
well, great. now you're just staring at each other because he's sizing you up. a homeless girl bestowing herself to an attendant of the shrine. you should probably ask him some questions. what do you have to lose?
your eyes. they're so curious. he thinks.
"..are those real?" you pointed to your own head, referring to his pale pearly ears. for a moment, he remained silent and tempered.
then he took offense.
"ignorant girl!" he struck a chiding tap on the crown of your head with his closed fan. it felt like you were being struck by an elder. you cupped your scalp and strained out a garbled "sorry" with your head down. but you hailed your head again to look at him.
"it's just- i've never seen-"
"a yokai? it's obvious." he aloofed before turning away. then, out of nowhere, two little will-o-wisps circulated around him! you never thought you'd see something like this, ever!
"t-tomoe-sama! who is this?"
"oh no, a young woman! is she a runaway?"
how'd they know? is this not their first time?
the pale, cloaked spirit drew his fan open and glanced upon your groveling frame over his shoulder. "no one. none of our concern. she just decided to invite herself in. like some kind of royalty." he'd answer demeaningly. his eyes blazed apathetically.
you wanted to come to your defense, you really did. you never meant to offend the spirits of the shrine, as much as you were inclined to being unreligious. pulling yourself to your knees so you kneeled, you kept your distance from the inside of the shrine. you bowed your head low and kept your hands curled on your lap.
"it really wasn't my intent. i'd done something carelessly out of my own ignorance. i'm sorry."
to him, it was a lousy apology. a gradeschooler could do better. humans were such a bother, and so vulnerable to their own emotions to the point where they'd turn stupid because of it. but he digressed.
he didn't really look at you, but he'd respond just as bluntly while his fan concealed the lower half of his face. "we don't take people inside. you may go."
"b-but.. tomoe-sama, mikage would probably want you to help he-"
"quiet, you!" he punishes the will-o-wisp in similar fashion, striking its nimble bald head with his fan.
you were quite disheartened, but you didn't let it show on your face. instead you got on your feet without protest. but in all honesty, you were hesitant to leave. where else can i go? my feet are killing me.. i don't think i can take another walk..
"is…"
"hm?"
"is.. it okay if.. i sleep on the grounds, at least?" your question came out self-consciously. this was hard to ask.
yet..
h-hey.. why is he laughing?! so condescendingly, too?!
you wanted to grab a rock from the soil and throw it square at his head if you could, but instead you sucked it up and remained quiet throughout his boisterous laughter. what an ugly, mean personality to pair with that elegant appearance.
"ah-" you squeaked when he nudged the tip of his closed fan upon the center of your forehead. he was all up in your face.
"do whatever you want. just don't be a nuisance. and don't come inside." he scanned you once more with his eyes. "you got that?"
you nodded, albeit a little pettily.
tomoe sighed, pulled away, and looked away once more, fanning his tender face as you wore your heavy backpack again. "you're quite the princess, aren't you? you probably thought running away would give you freedom. but in the end, it only trapped you even further. did you think that the help you needed was one kind request away? that anyone would lend their hand out to you if they saw you suffer?"
you stopped in your tracks.
he kept talking. he leaned his temple on his curled fist. "runaways can be so impulsive and stupid. it's no wonder you ended up where you are now.""
that comment irked you and prompted your teeth to grind. tomoe sensed the tension in your face. furrowed slightly with petulance as you looked away from him. it only made the corner of his lips pull into a wide smirk. "aren't i right?"
you turned your back to him. he doesn't know anything.
"sure." you answered begrudgingly. "it's also no wonder people stopped praying to your kind. you have no remorse for people."
you let it slip. regret washed over your stomach and made you feel just a little ill. you didn't look back, though, and just walked right down those steps. you didn't hear tomoe say anything. but he stared at your retreating form for a long while.
before you even approached the shrine, tomoe had actually already heard your mind's prayer. you were trying to talk to the wind god in your state of despair. even your inner voice sounded pathetically pitiful.
"please.. let me live. i have nowhere to go. i just wanted to be safe. i couldn't take it anymore. please, save me."
"…tch." tomoe drew the doors shut before walking past the wisps.
"observe her for the rest of the night." tomoe commanded with disinterest.
"on it, tomoe-sama!~" they chorused before they flew out the open sliding doors in search of where you went.
and when they found you, you were passed out on the ground with a fatigued, dazed smile.
in your dreams, you were asleep in the endless abyss of dark. it was so tranquil. so quiet and ladened with peace. you open your eyes into this realm, your vision bleary and your ears muffled. a crystal teal light glimmers your way, appearing bigger and bigger in your perspective. but upon closer examination, it presented itself as a butterfly. it was wispy and emanated with a nurturing warmth.
it approaches you and your eyes flutter as its feet graze your forehead, between your eyebrows. you squint when you pick up on it attempting to speak to you in an unfamiliar whisper.
"…take care of him for me… open his heart to the frail mankind. i trust my home to you…"
if i write a tomoe x reader fanfic where the reader comes from an emotionally abusive family will you read it i'm bored i have 2 months of summer left 5 votes i'll write it
i'm gonna start making layouts and recording shit i do or eat... im not gonna be super strict since all im doing is a caldef and increasing protein but yea heh
a/n : yes i'm an ed relapse account but look at me rn and tell me i give a fuck
18+ only. PLEASE. and i havent written smut in a while so bare w me if i randomly del8 this | creds to r/Realistic-Cat7696 for the image
CURLY - MOUTHWASHING | 18+
cw: THIS IS REALLY BAD. softdom!curly x afab!reader, juggleballs exists(but only to exist), fuck idk. both of u are just horny :(
despite the optimistic attempts of the tulpar's acclaimed captain, there were times that temptation could not be bought away by simple discipline. sometimes, watching you rub the sleep from your eyes with the bottom hem of your shirt, your silhouette staining shadows afront the night time window screen— he can't tear his eyes away when he knows you're not looking.
seemed neither of you could sleep after that booming argument exchanged between the captain and his co-pilot. curly tossed the paper-thin sweetener packet your way as he passed by your lounging stance on the sofa. picking it nimbly with your fingers, you read the minimalistic packaging. predictably ironic, how some of the most detestable items on earth have become a luxury. on earth, you imagine, curly had just generously given you a piece of chocolate.
"don't want sweetener?" asked you, with mild incredibility. it's the one thing that made most of the food on board bearable anyway.
"i don't have a taste for sweet things." he said.
"you sure?" your head tipped boredly on the headrest, watching his back frame.
he smiled mildly, just barely over his shoulder as his mug turned hot with coffee. "you can ask anyone. they'll tell you."
right. but you're not really up to chatting with jimmy. and, well, speaking of jimmy, it seemed that both your minds were holding the same face coincidingly. he sat down beside you with his eyes trained on the screen. sometimes, you get a bit tired of the view and its entirety. just a bunch of dots symbolizing different celestial masses. like you weren't already surrounded by it.
"hey."
"yeah?" you hummed.
he should've thought for a bit longer. curly struggled silently piecing his words together, until he blurted.
"do you think anya was right about that dead pixel?" he took a hot sip. and you, glanced back at the illusion. that thing again. the whole dead pixel theory circulated around the freighter a few days ago. of course, knowing daisuke, he believed it the moment the possibility came.
"... as long as it's seen, it's still there, no?" you tucked your knees in a bit. you looked at the captain. "i could believe it as long as there's a reason to."
he almost looked pensive. but he didn't. the captain's face was stoic, at best. he liked pulling the curtain whenever he looked like he was struggling. you couldn't taste, that hint of regret that circumvented his mind. it left a bitter tinge on his tongue; trying to make it seem like it was just the coffee.
"sometimes i wonder if i'm being misled by the bigger picture." he whispered softly as he found himself melting around you vulnerably.
you hummed, again. "maybe you had him looser than you thought." the proximity between you suddenly felt palpable. but make no mistake, it was intentional. "but still. i believe, or at least have to believe in you."
"i don't like letting anyone down." curly sighed as his eyes fell to his lap, and then came the unconscious outburst aroused by your presence. his heart raced. his cheeks blossomed. "and you." especially?
"you're losing your head in the bigger picture again."
"right." curly abandoned his mug on the table. he couldn't catch the mellow, lip-lined grin that reached your cheeks when you looked at him. but then curly did. he fidgeted with his employee card as his subtle, lighthearted smile mirrored yours while he spoke again. "and what's got you so happy?" curly questioned hushedly without glancing at you. maybe the wall next to you, or the vase across the room. but never your eyes. he might just turn to stardust.
"nothing." leaning your temple against the knuckles of your fist as you rested your elbow. sure. you're thinking about nothing. nothing is the feeling of his lips. nothing is the way you're looking at each other a little too long without words. nothing is the nervous gaze under his eyelashes as either of your lips turn tangible before they took each other. why were you pretending? can he please be more than this? he couldn't take it anymore.
and he was so soft and breathless. gently gripping your shoulder. your fingers traced delicately over the clothed sternum where his heart thrummed at the ship's pace, practically. like a magnet to your touch, felt like it was trying to reach you through his ribcage. goddamn it. curly took your hand and brought it just right by you with his cosy calloused fingers between the gaps of yours. you've officially anchored the captain to you. hook, line and sinker since the start. silent hums of appreciation from his throat as his kisses grew fleeting. hurting you was a nightmare. maybe kissing you with coffee breath was a bad idea.
"you drive me insane at every turn, you know that?" he mumbled into your hair. his fingers reflexively squeeze around your palm. "but I love you for it. You keep me on my toes, challenge me, keep me from getting complacent. I wouldn't have you any other way.
you were turning needy at a quicker rate than you expected. every affectionate gesture only caused your desire to flicker. and with that confession, you swept in for another. words don't do much good, anyway. "curly.." you mumbled subconsciously. that. except that. that, he needed. your arms lifted to loop around his neck and curly helped like you couldn't do it any quicker, guiding your elbow over his shoulder before he took your waist in his arms, all his stress suddenly leaving so silently the moment it recognized your body.
no taste for sweet things? yeah, right. he couldn't even take his mouth off you the moment he got you into his quarters.
his hands fell from your wrists to idly trace your arms, over your sleeves before stopping at your buttons. you nodded before he could even ask. his hands were there, why play oblivious? curly's lips stemmed beyond yours before his fingers got to work with unclasping with little grace. you could hear his breath just adding on a little more weight the more he got to see your skin, which earned short-lived pecks from him. "this okay?" he muttered with your shirt open. it tickled a bit, which was probably why you held onto his bicep impulsively.
"yeah." you rasped quaintly. he leaned forward just to taste your voice again, that soft whimper you let out rendering sweetly on his tongue as it pushed past your lips. those hands were warm over your sides as they took a gentle feel of your torsic skin. his hair was your favorite fidget, the waves feeling just right in your fingers as you tugged carefully.
curly's love-hazed gaze did an overview of your body whilst his hands rested on your lower back, like he didn't want to let go of you. once unclasping your bra, he traced his fingers over your scarred skin, awakening every sensory before you reeled the captain back in for another liplock. he groaned. "mmh." he brought the stray hand back around the small of your back to haul you onto his lap. he smelled so clean.
your thighs hooked over him, straddling him from where you lay. you've pushed curly to a point where it's starting to grow painful just being in his clothes. you pulled away from making out once you've struggled out of your clothing, pony express's uniform making heavy rustles as it took your panties with it. he had to contain his voice in his throat.
"..fuck, you're so beautiful." he whispered, albeit how embarrassingly corny it was. the truth dresses for no one. he brought a thumb to swipe gently over your tender clit. almost moaning with you. he almost doesn't have the need to take his own clothes off, he's happy to just make you feel good and end the night with that. but he knows you've been waiting too long. you're an inch away from soaking. so could you really help the drop in your stomach when he reached between your legs to unfasten his thick belt?
curly's hand engulfed the sheets, bunching it in his fists as he teased his tip against your pulsating core. the first inch in, his hips gently sputtered at just how tight you were. his throat took a similar manner as he gasped. "mmh-, hold on.."
you whimpered, pawed and grabbed at him, your voice breaking out into a full cry you kept to yourself as he bottomed halfway. the bed would softly rock, just tapping against the room walls as he tried to get used to the feeling despite the heat creeping hotly to his face. a simple, mechanical motion that churned the moment awkward at first. you blinked at every contour of his body that you could touch. "curly.." you tugged at him.
his fingers dipped just a little deeper into your waist just hearing you speak. he couldn't focus but the pleasure gave him a drive; back and inside you as his cock pumped its girth softly with the slick of your arousal, eliciting the lewdest of noises. "y-yeah? what is it, honey? what do you need?" he cooed.
"..n-nothin'.." you mumbled as you chewed on your thumb's nail.
"then-" he breathed, a quiet huff. "why'd you say my name?"
"...'cause you're right there." your words tumbled, a bit agitated by his questioning when you're literally going limp on his lap as he's starting to graze around the right spots as he began humping. your back curved into him.
"yeah, i—" curly mumbled back, his words broken by a moan as your hips shifted in his lap, causing a sensitive stir on his already throbbing cock. "o-oh, fuck!" he muttered to himself frantically, eyes wide, having deeply shoved himself forcefully into your clamping hole by impulse—pelvises meeting. his eyes almost burned with tears. it felt so good.
you yelped at the alarmed thrust and his cheeks creeped with warmth just seeing your skin jiggle softly from the impact. all you could render in your hair-clouded vision was his pleasure-steamed expression before you leaned up with your hands against the bed, letting him take full control. a dangerous reward.
curly looked you over. "fuuck.. don't look at me like that, baby, please." he begged with his watering voice. his eyes flutter, whimpering as he stared between your bodies in bliss. the body he was holding so securely in his grip, rabbiting into the sweetest of your spots that made your cunt take him like a good girl. syrupy soft choruses of "curly!~" that wrung his restraint dry as his thrusts reduced to sticky ruts as you cum. your cries were weeping with your fluttering little folds. "s-so cute, baby..." he'd blurt to you fondly.
he got helplessly vocal between his shallow breathing, 'til he began to form words. "f-fuuck, too good, baby- I'm.. I need to, I need to I need to-" curly's lips fell slack open, letting his body supplant his mind. "i can't- I can't-" he whined pitifully as grinded into the tight walls of your warm body until he felt the throbbing snap, creaming your tender insides delicately with a messy sigh. he kept your squirmish hips anchored onto him as you clawed at his shirt and rambled to him. though, he had to apologize, because in all honesty he was too dazed to really listen. time was suddenly scarce, wasted none of it leaning over to hold you and soothe your overwhelm once you fell onto the bed.
his tip left a loose connecting trail between your thighs, and he wasn't conscious of it. curly palmed your cheek gently to give your lips the soft kiss it deserved after you made love with him. (on the tulpar, with no shame.) though his hair gently trickled your skin, you couldn't miss the happy smile that graced that previously-poignant face.
he looks like he'd just stare at me soullessly behind the counter of a krispy kreme after my card just got declined wearing that stupid fucking krispy kreme hat
gonna start doing calisthenics and documenting my progress with pictures :)
i'm 18 and 5'5, 71 kg (156 lbs)
my goal is 125 lbs :)
soo that's around 31 lbs to lose. oops... (14kg)
also, i should probably measure myself.
hope i get better!
