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mickyaltierisgf · 2 years ago

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‘tbc?’

UHM YES YES YES

OMG YOU LEGIT ROCK!

Part 2 was so fab!

Part 3??? 😝

missing at sunrise studios iii

poly!ghostface romickey x fem!reader nsfw! minors dni

this was going to be the last part but roman said nah so now there's going to be one more.

Mickey walked through the door, already smiling at you, but halting when he saw the gun aimed at him. He held up his hands. "Y/N? Baby? You okay?"

"Where’s Roman?" you asked, looking behind him without lowering your gun.

"You gonna shoot him?" Mickey asked, still eyeing you with a nervous sort of smile.

You shook your head at yourself, lowering your gun. "No, sorry, I’m just jumpy right now. I got a call from the killer." You explained. "Well, killers. There’s two of them."

"Shit," Mickey said, and he came to sit by you. "What did they say? Are they here right now?" he asked, looking out the partially open door.

"The usual fucking bullshit," you said, choosing not to divulge that they’d claimed to have seen you having sex with him and Roman. "But yeah, I think it’s safe to say they’re somewhere out there."

"You wanna get out of here? I'll let Roman know, and we can go home," he offered, wrapping his arm around you and pulling you into a protective hug.

"No," you said a bit forcefully, but you wrapped your own arms around him and snuggled against his chest. "I’m not about to run home just because of a lame phone call. I’ll be fine."

Mickey kissed your forehead, and you let go of him, letting him stand up. "I just came back to grab this," he says, pulling out a megaphone from somewhere and holding it up with a triumphant grin.

"Is that actually supposed to help anything, or just drive Roman nuts?" You questioned, a half smile curling your lips.

"You saw me jerking him off. Can’t get more of a helping hand than that," he says slyly. "You sure you want to stick around?" He asks one final time as he stands in the doorway.

"Yeah, don’t worry. And maybe don’t tell Roman either. He’s got enough to deal with, especially now that you’ve armed yourself with that," you said, pointing at the megaphone in his hand. He gives a mock salute and turns to leave, and you call out to him again. "Be careful, okay? Don’t go anywhere secluded by yourself, and keep an eye on Roman."

"Don’t have to remind me to do that," he smirks, to which you roll your eyes a bit.

"As in, make sure he’s with you and safe. Not check him out."

"Hey, I can do both," he points out, and you wave him away with a small smile.

You spent another week dividing your time sitting idly by at home or on set, worrying yourself over a case you had no real leads on and no one who could help. And being away from the precinct meant you weren’t even aware if there were any developments. There could have been more people reported missing, and maybe some of them might’ve happened right under your own nose while you sat in your boyfriends' trailer. You hoped the news would finally report on it, and that would force your Chief to do something. But as long as the studio wanted to keep things under wraps, the press wouldn’t touch it.

And then, as you sat one day and read through your copy of ‘The Woodsboro Murders’, you got an idea. You only wish you’d thought of it sooner. If there was one reporter who would love to get her hands on this story and sensationalize it, it was Gale Weathers. Only hours after your phone call, the case was already being televised on every news channel and broadcast on every radio station in the country. It was a media frenzy.

"They’re citing police corruption," Mickey said, wide grin practically splitting his face as you all sat and watched the TV. "Y/N, why didn’t you tell us you were a dirty cop?"

"I thought you knew. Wasn’t that why you guys started dating me?" You joked.

"Oh, I knew you were dirty, just not in the crooked way," he snarked back.

"This is a mess," Roman said, none of the same humor present on his face. "This might even kill the studio. They have the entire goddamn SWAT team over there, disrupting everything. I can barely get one take done in peace! The producers keep getting pressured to order rewrites, and now the Writer’s Guild is threatening to go on strike! This could set the movie back by months! They’re even talking about shutting down production completely. We’re probably going to get kicked out on our asses and out of a job by the end of this week!" He seethed.

The smile slipped off your face. You knew this was going to have repercussions, and you knew they would affect your boyfriends, but you hadn’t thought things would be quite this severe. You didn’t want all this to impact their careers the way it had already impacted yours.

"We can always go into porn," Mickey answered with a slight smirk.

"I’m not in the fucking mood, Mickey," Roman swore.

"I’m always in a ‘fucking’ mood," Mickey declared, unfazed.

"I’m so sorry this happened," you spoke up, trying not to sound apprehensive. "I wonder how Gale found out, though," you add, unwilling to admit you’d had a hand in this. Best to let Gale take the credit; she certainly wouldn’t mind. You moved closer to him and put your hands on his shoulders. He was tense, and you tried to massage the stiffness away. He didn’t shrug you off, but he didn’t seem to be too receptive to your touch either, which made you pout a little.

Mickey knew just the remedy, as he guided one of your hands to Roman’s belt instead. You wasted no time getting it unbuckled and working on the button and zipper. Roman sighed, clearly still frustrated, but he didn’t try to stop you. When you freed him from his boxers, he seemed to finally relax a bit as he leaned back into the couch. You spit in your hand and pumped it a few times slowly, and before you could bend your head forward, Mickey was already there, his lips closing over the tip. You pouted again but continued to pump the shaft slowly, feeling Mickey’s lips touch your fingers where they wrapped around the base. Roman’s own hand reached for your head, and you felt him gently guide you down so your lips could join Mickey’s. You licked while Mickey sucked and then switched off, and Roman petted your head for a while, making the quietest noises of bliss.

After a while, he gripped some strands of your hair, tugging, and you pulled your mouth off him with a pop. You looked at him in askance. "Bedroom. Now." he ordered. Mickey got up, swooping you up in his arms. You yelped a bit and laughed as he tickled your neck with wet kisses and carried you to the bedroom. He stripped quickly, tossing his clothes away carelessly, and laid on the bed with a huge grin as you joined him. Roman walked in a few moments later, taking his clothes off at a much more sedate pace before joining you.

"Put your hands behind your head and don’t move them," he said to Mickey. Mickey complied, lounging and watching as Roman turned you over, pressing you down into the mattress as he fucked into you. You gasped, your fingers flexing and digging into one of the pillows. Roman pinned you easily in place, one hand on your waist and the other holding your neck down. Your head was turned to the side, watching Mickey and whining uselessly as Roman fucked you as fast or slow as he wanted. Mickey slipped one hand into your mouth, pushing his fingers in deep.

"I told you not to move your arms," Roman gritted out, fucking you even harder as he got frustrated at Mickey. Mickey pulled his hand free, now soaked in your spit, and wrapped it around his dick, smiling defiantly at Roman.

"Should have tied me up," Mickey said, closing his eyes and jerking himself off leisurely.

Roman pulled out of you and batted Mickey’s hand away, laying you out on top of him. Mickey’s dick was trapped against your abdomen as Roman slipped back inside you, smiling tauntingly at Mickey over your shoulder.

"He’s a tyrant," Mickey commented, drawing you into an open-mouthed kiss. You moaned into the kiss and felt Roman drape over your back, his hand gripping your hair and pulling you up, forcing you to break the kiss. You whined pathetically, and Mickey huffed, glaring a bit at Roman.

"Didn’t say you could kiss either."

Before long, you were nearly crying, clinging to Mickey, and Roman was still fucking you through the throes of your orgasm. He finally took pity on you, pulling out and laying you gently on your back. He placed tender kisses on your lips and all around your face. You smiled, kissing his palm as it cupped your cheek. When he pulled away, you stretched a bit and watched as he laid on Mickey next. He wasn’t nearly as gentle, forcefully holding Mickey’s hands above his head. You knew Mickey could probably break the hold if he wanted to, but he stayed in place, letting Roman possess his mouth in a violent kiss.

You heard someone hiss, and as Roman pulled away, you saw blood on both their lips. You weren’t sure who had bit who, as they both smiled. Roman finally let go of Mickey’s hands so he could position himself better between his legs. You watched as Roman fucked Mickey even harder than he’d done to you. His hand wound around Mickey’s neck, closing around his windpipe, but if it was uncomfortable, Mickey didn’t show it. He smiled through it, holding Roman’s arm without trying to remove it and telling him to tighten his grip. You looked on a bit amazed. They had a tendency to get rough with each other, but this was a first, seeing blood and asphyxiation.

You couldn’t deny the sight was arousing; however, you felt a pulse of heat between your legs. Your right hand was snaking down between your legs when Roman’s gaze turned to you and stopped you in your tracks. "No playing with your pussy, Y/N. Show Mickey what a good girl you can be." You moved your hand back up obediently. "Play with your tits instead."

You did as told, though it wasn’t really what you wanted. Roman pulled his hand away, and you heard Mickey gasp for breath. But his breath was stolen a moment later as Roman was kissing him again, and you could see them both coming, white spurting on Mickey’s stomach and Roman’s thrusts turning sloppy. Eventually Roman pulled out, and you made space so he could collapse between you and Mickey. You thought you might fall asleep like this, nestled into his side, but Roman wasn’t done with either of you yet.

tbc

#mickey altieri #roman bridger #scream #ghostface #ghostface x reader

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matcheadz · 8 months ago

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HOS/ HOST OF SERAPHIM UPDATE!!

SURPRISE!! I'M NOT DEAD!! JUST WORKING!!

Thank you all so much for over 500 Kudos now. I never thought we'd get this far but, here we fuckin' are! My original intent was to double the word count on this chapter and then also upload some art for fun and as a thank you, but then real-life stuff happened and I figured I needed to get this chapter out at SOME point.

regardless! It is still about 1.5x as long as a regular chapter, and it should NOT take two months to upload another one. I've adjusted my work schedule and while I'm still working a shit ton, I at least have one day off a week now...

:') I'm a clown.

Anywho! This chapter is titled "Love" and you should not be fooled by that. It has some very heavy trigger warnings so please take a look at the chapter notes. Remember that Vergil is having an onslaught of memories just piling into his head, so he's very uncomfortable for the majority of this chapter.

Here's a spoiler-free snippet:

"Please don’t walk away, there’s more! Theres more!" A little Vergil, his lips stained blue with raspberry ice pop, would bleat as his partner-in-crime pushed the book away from him. “Vergil, this book is too sad for me.” Dante would sigh, leaning back against the clay roof and kicking his feet in frustration. “The main character threw away his family because he was too stupid to realize he wasn’t the only one hurt by a family tragedy. He was selfish and let that hurt become his whole personality until he became so power hungry and scared that he ruined the saving grace that offered itself up on a silver platter and got himself killed in the process.” And a little Vergil would frown at him and say, “What do you mean? The main character’s love interest was a girl. Someone he left not to abandon her, but to protect her from the danger that followed him. So he could grow strong and protect the both of them, so nothing in the world could ever hurt either of them ever again. I think that’s a noble cause, don’t you?” And The Raven would simply nod, his red ice-pop melting in the heat of the summer sun and sucking idly at the flavor between his fingers. “That’s what I said.” He would reply lazily. He would squint up at him, his dark pony-tailed hair spread around him like a smoke-stain. He would raise his hand above his head to block the sun, grimacing anyway to reply in a bored tone. “And of course I think its noble, lucertolino, I think that was our problem.” And little Vergil would gape at the image of the boy who was once his brother and realize he never knew his twin at this age. And he would stare and stare and stare at his blue raspberry ice pop, willing that to make sense until the blue splashed over the page and ruined the rest of the story. He wouldn’t cry over it though, even if it was a really good book. He’d get mad and growl somewhere a little deeper than his chest and throw the book over the edge of the roof, even if it was a really good book. "Why’d you do that, idiota? You loved that book." The Raven would sit up from his sunbathing spot and frown into the bright distance. "No I didn't. I hated it." Vergil would spit and lie, that stony expression would come over his face even as his weakest instrument broke in two. "We should write a new one. Just us. Just me and you, nobody else." Vergil would turn, the baby-blue of his coat flashing golden light onto his heart’s face. She would laugh at his anger, her brunette bun bouncing with the energy of it and her bright red dress bunched up between clay-stained hands as they walked. She’d stop him right underneath the statue of his father, her hands pressing into his chest and tongue between her teeth—seeing too much of him. "Art like that is made once and a lifetime, Angelo. A shame you did not cherish it while you had it." “I hate you.” Adult Vergil mumbled in reply. Between blinks, Eleonora came and went. And between inhales, his brother had returned. Dante laid underneath Vergil, his chest against his back, gripping tightly to his brother’s torso as if somehow, he would disappear on exhalation.

#dmc #dmc5 #dadgil #my writing #text #hos #vergil sparda #dante sparda #Host of Seraphim #dmc fanfiction #nerokiri

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aajjks · 10 months ago

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TC!dad!JK

“you should go wash up” you tell jungkook before calling a maid to escort him and make sure he’s okay since he’s feeling lightheaded since the transfusion. you can’t bring yourself to be away from jinseoul because you’re scared that this is all a dream and that you’re just hallucinating but your son reassures you that he’s okay with a cold hand to your warm cheek. “i’m okay, mom. it’s really me” he says with a smile, a smile resembling his father’s.

“your highness, i brought—“

“JINSEOUL!!!!!” yells ae-cha who runs up to her brother and wraps her arms around him.

“oh my god is it really you? is it really, really you?” she cries as she pulls away to get a good look at his face. the bruise, the cut, the doe eyes, ae-cha examines it all to make that her older brother isn’t a figment of her imagination.

jinseoul rolls his eyes “yes, it’s me” he says in his hoarse voice. “c’mere guys, i’ve missed you”

this is how you know you raised your children with love. watching your children hug one another brings tears to your eyes because all seven of them are here.

“don’t you ever scares us like that again” areum cries.

“i promise, i won’t” he replies.

“i’ll be right back, okay? you guys talk amongst each other and be gentle” you say as you wipe your eyes and give each one of your children a kiss on their heads.

from ae-cha all the way to your youngest, jaehan.

as you leave the physicians office and wander the halls of the palace, you come across an old portrait of jungkook’s mother. although you’ve yet to meet her, you wonder if she whispered to an angel to bring jinseoul back to you and jungkook to restore her son’s happiness, to give him another chance because if no one believed in him, it she who did.

you smile at the large portrait and continue to your old bedroom, the room where you started in before you agreed to share a bedroom with jungkook.

you sit on the bed and let out a sigh of relief.

this day, this week has been a lot and tested the strength of your family but you’re happy to say that you all made it through despite the cuts, bruises, and scars.

you should be celebrating this victory with your kids but here you are sitting alone, crying.

once you’ve finished shedding your tears, you lean back on the comfortable bed and idly stare at the ceiling.

~🫧

Now, he can finally be with you after everything, this week- no ever since he came back everything has been going downhill and almost loosing his son has made jungkook realise that he needs to spend more time with you and his children.

You guys are really his everything, the maid insists to him with fear in her tone to rest but the stubborn king doesn’t listen,

And why aren’t you in your shared chamber, Jungkook is a little confused but you do deserve to be alone for a little while so you can deal with your own feelings,

You have always put others before your own self and seeing how you comforted jungkook throughout his grief, you’ve given him a new life.

And he’s so thankful to God for returning him his son back. Jungkook is now all clean with a fresh bandage on his neck wound and fresh pair of clothes, he did have a bath first because he was covered in blood.

He feels so at peace after killing Nami because she almost killed jinseoul, even though his son is not aware of what happened to him, what Nami did or planned to do, jungkook has to be with you right now.

He just wants to hold you and fall asleep in your arms. It’s been too long since you’ve been together, held each other or been intimate.

It’s okay though, he’s not in a hurry.

You’re overwhelmed and so is he, what you two need to do now is to be there for each other, Jungkook searches for you everywhere and he almost panics when you’re nowhere to be found, he’s got his best guards guarding the children so now he just has to look for you.

Jungkook almost screams from fear when you’re not in his sight but then he remembers that you just might be in your old chamber,

He almost runs towards the direction of the room but then, he has to be a little careful. “Yn, my love?” Jungkook gently calls out as he enters your chamber, and it’s been quite sometime since he last saw this room so the memories come rushing in.

And he smiles.

This is the exact same room where you and him were intimate for the first time together, exactly the room where jinseoul was conceived.

Yeah… you did it in your bedroom that night.

“Yn baby… please can I lay down with you?”

#ask: tc!jungkook #I feel so exhausted for them 😭😭

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druckkugelschreiber · 1 year ago

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since i saw you posted a WIP game, and listed 3 of your processing works

i'mma ask about Winter's Wrath, cuz Atla and Ravenna is my favorite (i love Andy and Ari as well but let say i'm obsessed with Atla & Ravenna more =))) )

I'm so happy you love Atla & Ravenna. I love them too. Also this made me realise I have two major ocs with names starting with A, it's a curse at this point lol.

Anyway, yes! Winter's Wrath! So, Freya is back and she's angry. She obviously didn't take well to Atla just leaving her for Ravenna and for love of all things.

But Ravenna doesn't want to believe Freya is actually a threat, while Atla knows 100% she is and still getting haunted by not having been able to safe Sara (which will come back to bite her in the ass).

Also, sadly, I've not been happy with the pacing of what I've been writing so it's been on the backburner for the moment until I figure it out. Now that I'm finishing Vengeance maybe I can get back to it.

More under the cut (at that point in the conversation they've been arguing for a hot moment):

“I increased the border patrols.”

“Why?” Ravenna said clearly surprised.

I turned to her, not bothering to hide my annoyance. “I just told you why.”

“And I told you Freya is no concern of mine. You should have told me before taxing our soldiers needlessly.”

That’s it. “But she is a concern of mine! Don’t you get it?!” My anger drew any hint of cold from my cheeks and fingers. “She’s just as proud as you, Ravenna and you took her most prized hunter. She’s not just going to forgive and forget.”

Ravenna frowned, scanning my expression closely. “You’re afraid.”

I hissed wordlessly. My fear was only one half of the issue.

“I will protect you, Atla.”

“How?” I sneered. “By doing nothing and assuring me you’re oh so powerful while Freya sends her winter? Hardens the ground? Kills the late harvest?” I locked eyes with Ravenna. “You have never had your people try to pull through a hard winter. You have no idea how quick the hunger sets in. How fast they turn on each other. How fast the lifestock dies.” Darkness flickered at the edges of my mind. “I have seen it all.”

Anger furthered Ravenna’s frown. “If you think I will let my little sister turn my kingdom into a frozen wasteland you don’t know me at all.”

“And if you think I’m going to sit idly by when I know exactly what’s coming, you don’t know me at all.”

For a moment we merely stared at each other, the anger making the air thick and it seemed even the snowflakes were avoiding us now.

“You said you’d stop fighting.”

“No, I said, I’d be more careful, but you can’t take fighting from me. I never said I’d give it up”, I said, even as I could see how the peaceful months we had would lure Ravenna to that conclusion, “I can’t turn my back on this, Ravenna.”

Ravenna pursed her lips. Clearly considering something, but reading minds had never been a skill of mine. “You’re not the only huntsman here, let your team do it.”

She really was dead set on infuriating me today. “Why do you think I’m still here and not out there?” I jabbed my finger toward the horizon.

“Stop snapping at me”, Ravenna finally had enough of my shit. “You’re whining about things you can’t control.”

My anger snapped and I rounded on her, pressing her against the railing one hand on her neck the other wrapped hard around her right wrist with the claw rings.

Ravenna smirked and pulled me in for a heated kiss with her free hand. Not exactly where I was going with this, but as soon as I had touched her I knew I was lost.

#ask box #winter's wrath

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inkbloodpages · 6 months ago

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Whoops, my hand slipped…

“It’s been three days, Gaius. Three days! I’m not just going to keep sitting idly by while my- while the crown prince of Camelot dies in his sleep! I am supposed to be the greatest sorcerer to ever live, I know I can fix him Gaius. I don’t care about the consequences, I am not losing him.”

“I understand your feelings, Merlin, but you mustn’t let them cloud your judgement. What will the townsfolk think when all their loved ones have died of some mysterious plague, while their prince makes a recovery? They’ll suspect magic, or some cure hidden away for only the nobility.”

“I don’t care.”

Merlin walks away, slamming the door behind him and barely resisting the urge to lock Gaius inside his room. He rushes to Arthur, half-collapsing onto his bed. His legs have grown week from reading instead of sleeping, but it doesn’t matter because he doesn’t want to spend his time anywhere but here.

“I will find a way to heal you, Arthur. I don’t care what it does to me or the kingdom, all I know is that my purpose is saving you. And I will fulfill that purpose. Until it kills me.” Merlin takes a deep breath, bracing himself on his knees, and places his hands on Arthur’s chest. He doesn't bother with incantations, he has no idea what he’d say. Instead, he feels. Feels love and anger and sadness, everything that means Arthur. He sees the first time they met, he sees every adventure they’s been on, he sees him alive and vibrant and full of life. And he pushes it all into Arthur’s chest.

Then he immediately collapses om top of him, arms prickly and numb like he’d been in the cold too long. His brain is a fog, and he’s only moderately aware of the words tumbling out of his mouth. “Please, Arthur. I need you, Arthur. You are my life, Arthur. Please. Please. Come back, come back to me Arthur.”

It feels like years before the man beneath him stirs. His eyes fly open, and Merlin regains all control of his body at once, leaping up to join Arthur on the little bed, hugging him. A wayward tear falls from his eye when Arthur hugs him back, weak arms holding him as tightly as they can. He looks up to say something, but all words are knocked out of him by Arthur’s intense stare. Before Merlin even thinks to be scared, Arthur is pulling him into a kiss. Merlin feels like fireworks are going off, and he’s sure he distantly heard something explode. But that doesn't matter right now. What matters is him and Arthur and how right their lips feel together.

When one of them finally pulls away, Arthur’s smile wavers. “You, uh, you have magic?”

Merlin feels as though a needle pierced his heart. He sits up, “Yes. But I use it for you. Only ever for you, Arthur. Everything I do is for the safety of you. And sometimes Camelot, but you are always my priority. And I have never hesitated to kill anyone who uses magic for darker means, I-”

He is cut off by Arthur’s hand over his mouth. “We can talk about this later. I- I understand why you didn't tell me. For now, just get back down here so I can kiss you again.”

*just think about the most general scenario - not what you write or draw or read more about. just what pops into your head. general idea.

#it feels weird to write fanfic on my phone-#this got away from me #long post #merthur #merlin bbc #merlin

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meowdarame · 3 years ago

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cockwarming bonten’s holy trinity

pairings: ran x f!reader (w/ hair), rindou x f!reader, sanzu x f!reader

warnings: NSFW, 18+ MINORS DNI!; hair pulling in ran’s, degradation in rindou’s, w33d usage/smoking in sanzu’s

notes: today was a fucking mess!! so here’s me coping by writing for some of my fav tokrev boys <3 likes and reblogs are always appreciated (also i promise i will write for hq again soon!! tokrev brainrot beating my ass rn tho so sorries!!)

also tagging coco bae per her request 🤍 @sanrionymph

haitani ran

as much as you love your boyfriend, ran absolutely loves pushing your buttons. he’s sadistically playful and playfully sadistic, savoring every moment he can push you to the edge of almost breaking. it’s why he has you splayed out in front of a full-length mirror, your legs straddling his as you sit on his cock while he french braids your hair. “how much longer ‘til you’re done?” you breathily exhale, growing impatient while he takes his sweet ass time playing with your locks. “mmm,” he hums as his skilled fingers weave strands of your hair. “i’m halfway done, princess.” you bite your lip as he runs his lithe fingers through your scalp to collect your strands, “m’kay, but please hurry up. don’t know how much longer i can wait.” he smirks to himself before giving a harsh tug on the lock of hair he’s holding. your pussy reflexively clamps down on him at the sharp pain, making ran chuckle softly to himself as he ties the end of the braid with a hair elastic. “there,” he coos, “so pretty for me.” you open your mouth to reply, but before you can thank him for the compliment, he pushes you forward on all fours, sending your face just a few inches from the mirror. “since you’ve been so patient while i played with your hair,” he murmurs while he wraps the free end of your braid around his hand, “let me give you your reward.”

haitani rindou

rindou’s a busy man. between running errands for mikey, going on long missions with his brother and sanzu, and dealing with your needy and clingy ass, he feels like he doesn’t have enough hours in the day to deal with all the bullshit of his daily life. so what better way to kill two birds with one stone than by having you cockwarm him while he sits in front of his laptop, idly typing away as he reads bonten’s status report for the week? you’re perched on his lap, sitting still like the good girl he trained you to be. you know better than to squirm— doing so would result in him edging your poor cunt ‘til you’re begging for him to stop. “hmm, some of these numbers aren’t adding up,” he mumbles to himself as his eyes thoroughly analyze the text in front of him. “i’ll have kokonoi look into that division’s financial records tomorrow.” you fiddle with the hem of your skirt while you wait for him to finish with his work. “is bonten in trouble, rin?” you ask softly, knowing that whether rindou will be merciful or abusing to your pussy depends completely on his answer. “don’t think so,” he hums lowly. “but fuck!” he annoyedly curses as he shuts his laptop. “dealing with these low-life leeches will be a pain in my ass!” he taps your ass twice indicating for you to get up and bend over his desk— another trick he trained you to do. as he sinks into your tight walls once more, he leans over and growls against the shell of your ear, “you’re gonna let me take out all my stresses and frustrations on this pretty little pussy, right slut?”

sanzu haruchiyo

you don’t understand why sanzu insists on you cockwarming him while he smokes— he says that the feeling of your warm, plush walls wrapped around his thick cock makes the high ten times better. “haruuu,” you whine, making your boyfriend giggle at your incessant begging. “please, i can’t wait much longer! just fuck me already!” he presses the neatly rolled paper to his lips, taking a long pull of the joint before exhaling the smoke in your face. “don’t worry, pretty. i’ll fuck you after i finish this.” he’s silent as he stares at you with hooded lids, but then his brows quirk up when he comes up with a brilliant idea. “you know though, babe, i’d kill this shit much faster if you’d help me smoke it.” he’s never let you smoke with him before, but you’re eager to get him to start thrusting up into you, so you part your lips slightly, allowing sanzu to delicately place the rolled up paper in between them. you take a sharp inhale and then another after he removes the joint from your lips, trying to hold in as much of the hot smoke as you possibly could. but due to your inexperience— you’re his sweet, innocent girlfriend after all, untainted by his druggy hedonism— you hold your breath for a second too long, causing you to huff out all the smoke in a cacophony of struggled coughs. as you choke for air, your pussy squeezes around his cock, making sanzu hiss at your tightness. he absolutely can’t take it anymore; you just feel too fucking good. he hurriedly puts out the joint on an ashtray sitting next to you before wrapping his arms around your waist, immediately picking up an abusing pace with each thrust kissing your cervix. “h-haru!” you squeal. broken sentences are all you manage to let out since his erratic pace won’t allow you to think properly. “t-thought you wanted to f-finish the joint first!” he dips his head onto your tits, sucking and flicking your perked nipples with his semi-dry tongue, groaning, “that can wait. sex will feel so much better if we’re both high.”

#🎲.writes #🎲.headcanons #tokyo revengers #tokyo rev #tokyo rev drabbles #tokyo rev smut #tokyo rev headcanons #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo rev x you #haitani rindou #rindou smut #haitani ran #ran smut #sanzu haruchiyo #sanzu smut #bonten #bonten smut #bonten x reader

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emeraldiis · 3 years ago

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Read to Me

A/N: i could not get this shit out of my head so here we go lmfao

AO3 Link

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Summary: Porn without plot. Loki reads to you while you sit on his cock.

“Will you read to me?”

It had started with one simple, innocent question. One question that had sparked a fire in your husband’s eyes, and made his lips curl into that smirk that came around whenever he was forming a mischievous plan. But really, how could you deny him when he kissed you so sweetly, promising to read you a thousand stories if you could just do this one…tiny…thing.

So there you were, stretched open and panting on Loki’s cock as he held you tightly in his lap. His arms were encircling your middle and stroking the bare skin on your stomach as he held a book open with his seidr. His voice was a gentle rumble against the back of your shoulder as he read passage after passage, squeezing you tighter whenever you squirmed too much. The hard pressure of his cock against the walls of your cunt was driving you mad. You prayed that he would get impatient soon enough, and fuck you the way your body was screaming for. But every time you thought he might snap, he simply took a deep breath, kissed your cheek, and continued to read. It was torture.

“Loki,” you whined, arching your back against his solid chest. “Can you please–”

He tutted softly at you in displeasure. “Love, you really must sit still. I thought you wanted me to read to you?” His thumb stroked over your hip and you shivered.

“I do, but–”

He cut you off again. “Then be still and let me read, you bratty thing.” Despite his words, you could feel his cock twitch within you, betraying his desire. You clenched down and he hissed. “Naughty girl, do you want me to stop?” He lowered the book and gripped your waist, getting ready to lift you off of his lap.

You cried out in protest, hands finding his thighs to attempt to anchor yourself down. “No! I’m sorry, please don’t stop.” As much as sitting here being still was killing you, it’d be so much worse to lose the fullness of his cock. And you did want him to read to you, no matter how much you complained. You just…also wanted to cum.

“Then be a good girl, and I’ll reward you,” Loki purred, teeth closing around the shell of your ear and making you shudder. His hands loosened their grasp on you, and instead went back to stroking over your skin as he continued to read. You let yourself get lost in his voice, head lolling back to rest upon his shoulder. Arousal still burned like a fire in the pit of your stomach, but you managed to even out your breathing and stay still.

Idly, you let your hands rest on top of Loki’s huge ones. You rubbed small circles into the pale skin there, not missing the way he hummed in contentment. His self control always amazed–and frustrated–you. When it came to teasing you, he seemed to have endless patience. Even as his cock throbbed within you again, he kept reading without even a hint of strain in his voice. It made you wonder if he would be able to keep up that composure even while fucking you. A wave of slick gushed out of you and into Loki’s lap at the thought of it.

Though you were completely bare, he was still fully dressed, his cock pulled through the opening in his pants. Your cheeks flushed red as you thought about your wetness seeping into his clothing and staining it with your essence. You were sure that he would not mind, but you felt the need to apologize anyway. The embarrassment of being fully naked and wanting in Loki’s lap while he remained clothed was exactly why he had done it. He wanted to flaunt his composure and emphasize your neediness. It worked like a charm, and only served to arouse you further.

He paused in his reading, chuckling softly. “I can feel you soiling my trousers, darling. Is there something you need?”

It might have been a trick question. He sometimes did that, wanting to hear you deny your own arousal for the sake of playing apart. Most of the time you played along, but you were too far gone to care. “Yes, I wanna cum,” you pleaded. Your heart thudded painfully in your chest, and you could feel your thighs aching from holding them open on his lap. You were only seconds away from bursting into tears and begging Loki to just take you.

He hummed. “Well, why didn’t you just say something?” The bastard nuzzled into the side of your neck, grinning. “Go ahead, then. I won’t stop you.”

Ice cold disappointment pooled in your stomach when you realized that he wanted you to do it yourself. But you were helpless to obey; you’d do anything if it meant he’d praise you and call you his good girl. Hesitantly, you began to rock your hips, grinding against his cock. It wasn’t as good as being fucked, but pleasure still shot up your spine when the head of his cock pressed into that spot inside of you that made you see stars. You figured that you weren’t allowed to touch yourself, so instead you braced your hands on his thighs to get more leverage.

Loki continued to read. His tone was a bit strained as you picked up the pace; finally, you were getting to him. But as much pride as it brought you, all you could focus on was the friction of his cock inside of your dripping pussy. The pleasure climbed so, so slowly. Your thighs burned and your arms were shaking, but still you pressed on. You wanted to cum so bad, and if this was how it needed to happen, then so be it. “That’s a good girl,” Loki said, voice wavering. You vaguely registered him tossing the book to the side and leaning back, spreading his legs ever so slightly. The new position allowed him to push his hips into you eagerly. It seemed he’d given up on his little game, and was now rocking with you, panting roughly against your neck.

“I’m gonna cum,” you whined when he grinded into you in just the right way. Your stomach clenched and you shook like a leaf as you neared your peak. Just a little bit more. You rolled your hips faster and faster, finding a rhythm with Loki as he dug his fingers into your waist. The sting of his nails made you gasp, pushing you closer to your climax.

“Cum for me, I’m right there,” he moaned. His mouth had fallen open and he was mouthing desperately at your jaw, groaning softly. You could feel the way his pace grew rougher, needier, signaling he was ready to fill you.

“Loki, fuck!” You cried out as your orgasm finally washed over you. You clenched down hard around his cock while he held you tight, fucking into you roughly to work you through your climax. Your walls fluttered around him and dragged him over the edge. A muffled curse and a long moan escaped his lips as he thrust into you twice more, then stilled as his cock pulsed inside of you.

The two of you slumped back into the chair as you came down from your peaks. You could feel Loki’s cum slowly drip out of you and down to the fabric of his pants, and shivered. His hands ran over your thighs in soothing strokes while he let you recover. “You’re always so good,” he murmured into your hair. “My sweet girl.”

You giggled softly, squeezing one of his hands. “You should read to me more often.”

#loki x reader #loki smut #my writing #imagine #marvel #mcu #loki laufeyson

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moonlit-jeno · 3 years ago

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red door, yellow door (m.)

pairing: mark lee x fem reader x jung jaehyun

words: 8.1k

a/n: this is a repost from my old bts blog! pls don’t ask abt it bc i no longer actively follow bts :)

One of these days, you’re going to kill your coworkers.

You love them, you really do, but sometimes they can just be so dumb. It was Donghyuck and Renjun who came up with the idea to play this stupid game, one that is probably only played by naive 12 year old girls during slumber parties.

Normally you’d just brush it off, but Renjun had called you a wimp, so naturally you had to do it. Which is how you’ve ended up on your back with your best friend massaging circles into your forehead.

“Red door, yellow door, any other color door,” is being chanted around the room. You fight the urge to move your neck to a more comfortable position on Mark’s lap. Your hand twitches above your head, where your arms are raised. “This is stupid,” You whisper, and Mark laughs, scolding you lightly.

After a while, the mindless chanting lulls you to sleep, and you feel yourself drift off.

“What do you see?”

Two doors appear in front of you, one red and one yellow. They both look kind of old, paint chipping and peeling off.

“Anything else?”

A black door appears next to the yellow one and you find yourself drawn to it, wanting to go in. This one is shinier, considerable newer and more inviting compared to the other two

“Go in.”

You open the door and walk through, a sense of relief flooding through your senses as you give in to the pull. The room that you find yourself in seems never ending, the only thing in it a large bed.

“Do you see anyone?”

A man appears, sitting on the bed. The suit he’s wearing is unfitting for the plain surroundings- in fact, he’s unfitting for the surroundings in general. His teeth are blinding white when he smiles, not a hair out of place on his entire head. He’s attractive, all golden skin and beautiful features. Almost too beautiful. A shiver crawls up your spine, a tinge of discomfort bleeding into your senses. He smiles, dimples popping out, and you push the discomfort to the back of your mind.

“Who are you?” Your voice comes out distant to your own ears, echoing around you.

“Call me Jaehyun. Why don’t you come here, little bird? We can get properly acquainted.” The voice sounds haunting, like a distorted video. You wouldn’t believe that he’s speaking if his lips didn’t move in sync. Despite the unnatural voice sounding warning bells in your brain, you find yourself moving forward automatically and settling down on his lap when he pats his thigh for emphasis.

“And what’s your name, little bird?” He trails a hand up and down your thigh and you shiver, leaning back against him. He chuckles when you tell him your name, a pleased smile lighting up his features.

“Well, little bird, seems that we’re going to have some fun together.”

Your name is being echoed all around you, and you wake with a jolt, eyes flying open to see Mark staring at you.

“Are you okay?” The rest of your group is also gathered around you, standing in a half circle.

“Yeah, just fell asleep for a bit. Why?” You push yourself onto your elbows, sitting up so that you can lean against Mark.

Donghyuck plops down on the floor, sitting so that he’s facing you. “You were talking like you were having a conversation with someone. Who was it?”

You shrug, trying not to dull his excitement. “I don’t know, just some guy.”

“Was he wearing a suit?” Renjun asks, standing behind Hyuck. He grimaces when you nod. “Y/n, we literally told you not to talk to anyone in a suit. We told you not to talk to anyone. It’s in the rules.”

You roll your eyes, knowing how serious he gets when it comes to stuff like this. “Relax, it’s fine. He seemed nice, and it’s not like it was anything real.”

Renjun still doesn’t look convinced, but Mark interrupts his paranoia by doing what he’s best- or worst, depending on who you ask- at, cracking jokes.

“Hey, was he eating deviled eggs?” He laughs at his own joke, and everyone else groans. “Hey, don’t get mad at me. His place was probably such a hellhole.” The bad mood dissolves into jokes and loud laughter for the rest of the night.

You leave the party- or gathering as Donghyuck had called it because it sounded more mysterious- when it starts storming. The rain drenches you and pretty much everyone else that’s sitting on the porch, leaving you scrambling for shelter. Luckily, Mark offers you a ride.

“Sleep tight, don’t let the bed bugs bite!” Mark hollars out the window of his truck, his words getting lost in the night as he speeds off. His truck hits a pothole and you can imagine him swearing as his head hits the roof. Giggling to yourself, you unlock your apartment and slip inside. It’s close to 2 in the morning, so you decide that if you’re already not going to get that much sleep, why not binge Shameless?

You only get through two episodes before your eyelids feel heavy, and you have to fight to keep them open. On screen, there’s a bar fight that you try to take interest in, but sleep quickly pulls you under.

“Welcome back, little bird.” The voice is all around you, but no matter how much you turn and search, no one’s to be found.

“Turn around, little bird, I am here.” Spinning abruptly, you come face to face with the man from earlier, Jaehyun. He gives you a chilling grin.

“So we meet again,” he starts, and his voice no longer sounds eerie or inauthentic. He sounds like, well, a normal man. “Tell me, what would you do if I were to kiss you?”

You swallow, tongue darting out to wet your lips on instinct. “Depends. Are you a good kisser?” You aim for coy, but you miss the mark and land closer to worried.

“You could say that.” He pulls you close with one hand on the back of your head, stopping right before your lips. “May I?”

You nod, and he pulls you in for a gentle, closed mouth kiss.

It’s like that touch ignites a fire in you, because before you know it, your arms are thrown around his neck, dragging him closer to deepen the kiss. You lick along his lower lip and he readily grants you access, a throaty groan leaving him when you suck on his tongue. Liquid heat courses through your veins when he nips at your lower lip, tongue flicking over it in apology. You moan, raw and needy. He likes that, if the chuckle and wicked grin is anything to go by. Picking you up so that your legs are wrapped around his waist, he walks over to a bed that definitely wasn’t there before.

He drops you on the bed, and then suddenly you’re both naked. Jaehyun leans over you, all lean muscles and golden skin. His cock hangs hard and flushed between his legs, and you have the urge to swallow him down. He groans, as if reading your mind, and then reaches to pump himself slowly, long fingers wrapped around the length. “Not now, little bird, not now. I have something else in mind.” With one gentle push to your shoulders, you’re lying flat on the bed, Jaehyun between your legs. His mouth hovers over your core, already wet and dripping despite not having been touched. He plays idly with the slick on your upper thigh, drawing random patterns into the flesh. His eyes are dark, and you could swear that they’re entirely black, no white visible. He peers curiously up at you from between your legs, watching your reaction as his fingers get closer and closer to where you want him. Your breathing picks up as arousal thrums through your body, center pulsing and aching for some sort of relief.

“May I have you?” His breath ghosts over your center when you speak, the sensation making you even needier.

You nod quickly. “Take it, fuck, you have all of me.” He grins, wasting no time in diving in. His tongue feels impossibly good, licking up your folds and circling over your clit. He leaves sloppy kisses along your core, one hand massaging your thigh and keeping you spread open. You cry out when his tongue pushes into you, his nose brushing your clit and sending sparks up your spine.

His tongue feels impossibly long, so good inside of you that you feel like you’re losing your mind. Your hips buck up desperately, riding his face to hell and back. One arm gets thrown over your stomach to keep you in place while two fingers from his free hand dip into your soaking core, curling into that spot immediately. Stars flash behind your eyes, one hand coming down to fist in Jaehyun’s hair. Your feet scramble frantically along his back, heels digging in in an effort to anchor yourself, toes curling at the sensations singing through you.

You feel your orgasm drawing closer, heat pooling in your center. You whimper brokenly as you try to chase after your high, grinding your hips along his tongue. He lets you, just holding his tongue flat out for you to ride.

You come like that, falling apart on his tongue, screams of his name falling from your lips. He works you through it, tongue gently licking along your folds, slurping up your arousal as if he hasn’t had a meal in weeks.

You lay there, boneless and whimpering weakly through the aftershocks until Jaehyun pulls away to kiss up your body. He licks into your mouth hotly, reminding you that he hasn’t come yet. You bat weakly at his chest, pushing him onto his back. “Your turn,”

He groans in appreciation at the view of you above him. “So perfect, little bird. I’m gonna have so much fun with your soul.”

This sentence freezes you in your spot. “What the fuck does that mean?”

Jaehyun meets your gaze, black eyes entrancing you. “That means, y/n, that I’m going to have your soul. You belong to me now, hmm?” One of his hands plays gently with a strand of your hair. “That’s what you agreed to earlier, no?”

“N-no.” You try backing away, but the inhuman voice from earlier is back, echoing everywhere, repeating his words over and over until you can’t take it anymore-

You wake with a gasp, hitting your head as you sit up. Your computer is still on your lap, episode fifteen playing. Fuck, you’ve only been asleep for forty five minutes. It’s not even three yet, and you don’t have to go to work until eight. Deciding there’s no way you’re falling back asleep, you get up and decide to bake.

Five hours later, your coworkers love you when you show up with containers of cinnamon rolls, five different types of cookies, and a coffee cake. Mark looks mildly worried.

“You okay? I haven’t seen you bake since high school.” You snap out of your thoughts and turn to face Mark. The look of concern on your best friend’s face is enough to make you feel guilty and you nod, forcing a smile onto your face.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Had a bad dream last night and couldn’t sleep, that’s all.” You respond, trying not to show how bothered you actually are.

“Wanna talk about it?” Mark leans forward over his desk, chin planted on his hand.

“No, it’s gonna sound dumb.” You whine, shaking your head. And it is dumb, even to you. You’re scared because you had a dream that some man ate you out and then told you he was going to take your soul?

“Well, you always sound dumb. Of course your dreams are gonna be dumb.” Mark laughs as you chuck a piece of cake at him, infectious laugh soothing you. You sigh.

Mark raises his eyebrows at you when you finish telling him your dream. “You’re scared because you had a wet dream? Damn, I’d be living in a nightmare if I was scared after every wet dream I’ve had.”

You kick him under the table. “Mark! It was really scary. He told me he was going to take my soul!”

Upon seeing that you’re actually freaked out, his face softens. “Look, y/n, you’ve got nothing to worry about. You probably just thought that he was hot, and your brain remembered his face and put it in a dream. I wouldn’t worry about it; what’s the worst he’s gonna do, haunt you?”

You give a shaky nod, agreeing. It’s not like something from your dreams could actually harm you. Mark reaches across the desk, taking your hand in his and giving a tight squeeze, warm brown eyes gazing at you openly. “And if something does happen, just remember that I’m your best friend. I’ll be here for you.”

“Thanks, Mark. Means a lot to me.”

He leans back in his seat. “Anytime, anyplace, anything. Triple A.”

You smile, raising an eyebrow. “Anything?”

His eyes go wide, taking in the glint in your eyes. “Within reason.”

“How about a sip of coffee?” You nod down at his cup, pasting a huge smile on your face.

“I did say within reason, so no.”

You huff. “I expected that.”

Although you don’t scare easily, it’s safe to say that you’re a bit unsettled tonight, especially after your nightmare last night. You find yourself jumping at every little noise, hand slamming the light switch on with your pulse racing every five minutes. This has been going on for an hour, and after a final sweep of your room reveals nothing, you decide that maybe a face mask will help you relax.

Your bathroom has two mirrors facing each other, which is normally a blessing when you do your hair, but tonight it does nothing but make you want to hide under your blankets.

Get a grip on yourself, you chastise, grabbing your phone and opening spotify. Maybe some music will help? You click on your Christmas playlist because what better way to cheer up than to think about your favorite holiday?

A mistake, really, because it seems that you’ve forgotten how creepy Santa is.

“He sees you when you’re sleeping, he knows when you’re awake,” Yikes. You stop that song in a hurry, feeling anything but comforted. No music then, noted.

You reach for your face wash, turning the sink on and waiting for the water to warm. You can’t help but glance in the mirror behind you every so often, paranoia getting the best of you. Man, you feel pathetic, worrying about monsters in your closet like you’re six and not twenty-six.

You wash your face quickly, hoping that your fears will wash away as well. No such luck.

You swear you see something move behind you after you dry your face off, but there’s nothing there. Shaking it off, you reach for your face mask, taking your time painting your face with the green clay.

It’s after your face is coated that you spot someone in the glass behind you. You scream, whipping around to come face to face with a man. Not just any man- Jaehyun.

Your heart thunders in your chest, eyes widening in fear. He seems to be in the mirror, copying your petrified expression mockingly.

“Hello, little bird.” He purrs, smirking lightly.

“Are you- are you in my mirror?” You’re in disbelief, mind struggling to comprehend this. First you spot him while in a weird trance, then in a dream, and now in your mirror? Maybe you’re having a quarter life crisis.

“No, I am not. Mirrors are just gateways to alternate dimensions. I’m merely using the mirror to visit you.” He says this like it’s common knowledge. It feels like your throat is made of sandpaper with how hard it is to choke out your words. “O-okay. I’m just gonna- yeah.”

You grab your phone from the counter and bolt, fumbling for your keys before jumping into your car and speeding off in the direction of Mark’s house. You call him, fingers fumbling on the screen. He goes to voicemail the first time, and your heart drops. “No, no, no,” you whisper frantically, calling again. He does pick up this time.

“Y/n? It’s the middle of the night.” His voice sounds gruff, and you feel guilty for waking him up. One glance in your rear view mirror reveals that Jaehyun is joining you on this ride, and you scream, car swerving violently to one side before you straighten it out.

“Where are we going, little bird?”

“Y/n? Are you okay?” Mark’s voice has lost its sleepy edge, taking on a concerned tone. He says your name again, more frantic.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” Your tires squeal as you make a turn, now only two blocks away. “Can I- can I come over? I really need to be with someone right now.”

“Of course, you know you’re always welcome. The door’s unlocked.”

You hang up, willing the tears in your eyes to not spill over. Finally arriving, you slam on the breaks and haphazardly pull next to a curb, yanking the key out of the ignition and sprinting to Mark’s house.

You lock the door behind you when you step inside, testing the handle as if a door could stop a mirror traveling demon or whatever the fuck Jaehyun was from coming inside. “Mirrors,” you mumble, reaching the stairs.

“Y/n? What’s-” Mark stands at the top of the stairs, one hand rubbing at his eyes. You cut him off, flying up the stairs.

“Mirrors, fuck. Mark, we need to cover the mirrors!” You breeze by his shocked figure, not noticing the way he turns to stare at you incredulously.

“What, why? Y/n, are you crazy?”

Ignoring him, you throw a towel over the mirror in his bathroom, ripping open a pack of bandaids to use as adhesive.

You throw another towel over the mirror in his bedroom, collapsing on his bed when you’re done and finally allowing yourself to sob.

“Y/n, hey, what’s wrong? Talk to me.” Mark, as gentle and caring as ever, comes over to sit next to you, one hand combing through your hair.

“I- don’t laugh at me.” You stare him straight in the eye, pleading with him. You know you’re going to sound crazy, but you’re praying that your best friend listens to you. He nods, urging you to go on.

“That- that man I saw in my dream and during whatever fucked up game Hyuck had us play? He was in my fucking mirror, Mark. I- the whole night, I had this feeling that I was being watched, and then I went into my bathroom and he was just there, and-” You’re hyperventilating at this point, fighting for every breath, tears clouding your vision. “He was in my car, in the rear view mirror-” Mark pulls you closer, enveloping you in his arms and allowing you to sob loudly into his chest. You cry for a few minutes, until you’re finally able to pull yourself together.

“Shh, it’s okay. You’ve had a rough week, I know. It’s okay, everything’s going to be okay.”

He wipes a tear away from your check, patting you lightly. “Why don’t you go wash this off, okay? We can watch a movie after.” He offers, and until that point, you’d forgotten you were wearing a face mask. You grimace at the green imprint on his black shirt, but he just chuckles. “I’ll go grab you some water in the meantime.”

Nodding, you garner up the energy to walk to his bathroom. It’s fine, the mirror’s covered, he can’t hurt you. You close the door just in case, wanting an extra level of protection

You rinse your face with cold water, hoping that it will clear your mind. You give your face a couple more splashes before drying off with a towel.

“You missed a spot on your forehead.” You freeze before looking around wildly. There’s no one around, which can only mean that Jaehyun can still see you. Swallowing, you start the water again, rubbing at your forehead.

“And your left cheek.” You rub at the skin, being way too harsh but you excuse it considering your situation. “No, your other left. My left.”

“Jesus,” You growl in annoyance, reaching up to rip the towel down. Sure enough, there’s a splotch of green on your cheek. Jaehyun’s nowhere to be found. Maybe I am losing my mind.

You finish rinsing the mask off, finding some face lotion buried in Mark’s drawer, screaming bloody murder when Jaehyun appears in the mirror again. “Looking for me?”

“No! Leave me alone!” You cry, head spinning. Jaehyun fakes a pout, holding a hand over his heart in mock hurt. Do demons even have hearts?

“Ouch, little bird. You don’t want to finish what we started the other night? When I had you moaning so pretty, so wet for me. I’m sure your pussy would take me so well, hmm?” Your heart rate kicks up again, but for a different reason this time. You almost moan, thinking about the dream.

Because he was right, you had been so wet. The want comes back full forces, slamming into you like a truck. You remember how needy you were, wanting to suck his cock so bad, wanting him to fuck you like there’s no tomorrow. All fear that you previously had is slowly disappearing, fading into lust.

The demon smiles knowingly. “Ah, little bird, so you do remember. Remember how you promised me that you’re mine?”

You nod, eyes glazing over. You’re wet, panties starting to stick to your throbbing core uncomfortably.

“Mmmh, I bet you’re already dripping for me. Just waiting for me to come out and fill you up.”

Hearing your name leave his lips sends a wave of arousal crashing through you so strong that your knees buckle, grabbing onto the counter for support. He chuckles, but whatever he’s about to say is cut off by Mark.

“What were you say-” Your best friend trails off, eyes wide as he observes the scene. You snap out of your haze at the interruption. His mouth parts in shock. “You really weren’t kidding, shit.” He laughs humorlessly.

Then, quick as lightning, he rears back and punches the mirror. You scream in surprise at the crack, shards falling to the floor.

You and Mark both stare at the broken shards of glass on the ground, gleaming under the lights. “Mark,” You start, trailing off once you realize you have nothing to say. He seems to understand, walking forward until he’s close enough to pull you into a hug. You feel tears start to slide down your cheeks, dampening the cotton of your best friends shirt. You hug him closer, burying your face into his broad chest. He wraps himself around you, and you let yourself be lulled into the sense of security that his larger frame brings you. A sense of security that vanishes once you hear a low chuckle that definitely does not belong to Mark.

You both scream, leaping backwards and away from the noise. Jaehyun stands there, just in front of the door, with a shit eating grin on his face. You cower behind Mark, who is wrapping a protective arm around you while simultaneously trying to hide behind you.

“I really must thank you for finally setting me free. Normally I have to wait for some asshole with a ouija board, but then there’s just so many other demons that I have to compete with. So I just stick to the dream world-” He pauses to wink at you for emphasis “-but this is so much more fun.” His eyes are black, and you can’t tell where he’s looking. Swallowing, you clutch onto Mark’s arm for dear life.

The demon seems to regard the two of you for a moment, before his amusement seems to grow. He begins to move forward.

“Ah, Mark Lee. Lovely name for a stupid boy. Didn’t you know breaking a mirror is bad luck?” By this point, you and Mark are flattened against the wall, while Jaehyun stands less than a foot away from the two of you. There’s nowhere to run. This is it, you think, this is how I die.

Jaehyun chuckles, turning to you. You lower your gaze to the ground; it hurts to make eye contact with him. “No, little bird. This isn’t how you die, don’t worry.”

Then he’s backing away from the two of you, motioning to follow him. The logical part of your brain is screaming not to, but you find yourself drawn to him, legs carrying you after him without your consent, Mark clutching your arm tightly as he walks next to you.

Jaehyun seems to know the layout of the house, leading you straight into Mark’s bedroom. The demon grabs a chair from the desk and spins it around, straddling it so that he’s facing the bed.

He motions lazily. “Go on now, have a seat. Get comfortable.”

You find yourself sitting down on the edge of the bed, following his words like marching orders. Mark sits about half a foot away from you. Jaehyun shakes his head. “No, no, no. That won’t do. I said to get comfortable, did I not?” He raises an eyebrow as if daring you to argue with him. “Go lay down at the head board.”

You crawl to the head of the bed, settling so that you’re on your side, facing the demon. Mark follows suit, pulling you close to him so that you’re spooning. Jaehyun lets out a pleased hum. “Much better. Aren’t you much more comfortable now?” Nodding, you realize that you actually are more comfortable. It’s not just the change of position, but the energy in the room as well. The demon is no longer giving off a threatening aura. It’s more relaxed, maybe even happy? He certainly looks more relaxed, probably as happy as a demon can get, if not a little smug.

Your body is pulsing with energy, and it takes you a moment to place what you’re feeling. The earlier need to run that you had felt has been replaced with another need, albeit further down. Your thighs clench as another surge of heat pulses through your core, and your face warms at the realization. Why now, of all times, are you horny?

Jaehyun’s grin broadens as he seems to sense your dilemma. “Oh, little bird, if only you knew. Tell me, what type of demon do you think I am?” He watches you curiously, black eyes staring into your soul.

You try to tilt your head towards Mark, but the position’s too awkward and you only catch a glimpse of the side of his face. He looks a bit flushed from what you can see, teeth digging into his plush bottom lip, teeth that you could easily replace with your own- you blink, dazedly. What the fuck? Sexual thoughts about your best friend? That’s a new one. Even if you’ve noticed that he’s hot, you’d never thought about him sexually. Now, though, you can feel the hardness of his dick against your ass, and you can’t help but think about how good he could fuck you.

“Incubus,” You finally manage, blinking rapidly to clear the haze of your vision. Jaehyun grins, looking genuinely surprised that you’d gotten it right.

“Good girl. Make a little sense now?” You nod, fighting a moan as Mark starts to rock against you, slowly, as if he’s unconsciously doing it. Jaehyun notices.

“How about you, Mark? You doing alright over there?”

Your friend, your best friend, buries his face in your neck and groans, deep and delicious. It sends another surge of heat through your body, the growing need between your legs pulsing pathetically. “What are you doing to us?” The words are growled behind you, vibrating against the skin where his lips are pressed.

“Oh no, Mark, I’m not doing anything to you. The only thing I can do to you is make you realize your desires. Your deepest, darkest fantasies? I make that happen. Finally being able to fuck the girl you’ve been in love with for years? I make that happen.” The words take a minute to register with you, but you stiffen when the meaning hits you. Mark Lee, in love with you? An unlikely story, bordering impossible.

The demon chuckles at your inner turmoil, rolling his eyes at how dumb humans can be. “You too, y/n. You love Mark, even if you won’t admit it. You let the idea that he was too good for you scare you away from him. Do you not remember how often you thought of him, late at night after first meeting him?”

You groan in protest, not because it’s not true, but because you do remember. It had been so long ago. When you hadn’t known Mark, had only known of him. You pull away from Mark, awkwardly pushing him to lay flat against the pillows while you clamber on top of him.

“Mark, is it true? Do you love me?” You hold his face between your hands, staring into his eyes. He meets your gaze, pupils blown and eyes half lidded. He nods as best he can.

“So, so much.” Mark’s voice comes out raspy, matching his flushed skin. You lean down to kiss him, uncaring of the other presence in the room. Mark moans when your lips make contact, hands pulling you to straddle him. Your eyelids flutter at the feeling of his clothed cock against your center, rocking your hips to try to ease the throb of your core. His hands fly to your ass, pulling and kneading at the flesh as he urges you into a harsher pace.

The kiss is rougher, needier now, open mouthed and panting. Mark’s got his tongue tangled with yours, sucking in such a way that sends waves of heat through you. You want him in you, any part of him really.

Jaehyun seems to agree, speaking up from right next to you. You jump, having forgotten he was there although he’s the reason you’re like this in the first place.

“Let’s get the show on the road. As much as I’m enjoying this, I think we’d all enjoy something else a little more.” The demon reaches for the hem of your shirt and you nod, raising your arms above your head to let him pull the garment off. Mark groans at the newly revealed skin, hands going to cup your breasts through the fabric of your bra. “Fuck,” He whines, staring in awe at your chest. He doesn’t waste time before leaning up to kiss along your cleavage, pulling the bra down to expose your breasts. Another set of hands unclasp the bra before traveling down your torso to rub circles into your hip bones, sliding your sleeping shorts and panties off at the same time. Jaehyun throws the shorts somewhere off the bed. He keeps the panties, a pleased sigh leaving him as he appreciates the ruined fabric.

“Fuck, little bird. You’re really enjoying this,” He comments, as if he isn’t a fucking lust demon that can sense these kinds of things. You don’t voice your thoughts, because Mark chooses this moment to suck a nipple into his mouth, nibbling and sucking on the sensitive skin so that all you can do is moan. “You’ve even ruined your panties. They’re soaked.”

He hands the strip of lace to Mark, who lets out a throaty groan at the sight. “You’re not getting these back.” He informs you, slipping the garment into his bedside drawer. You ignore him, instead tugging insistently at his shirt. He takes pity on you, grabbing the collar and yanking the baggy tee over his head.

You let your hands slide down his chest in admiration, feeling the hard lines of his muscles. You lick your lips at how broad his shoulders are, how strong he looks. Jaehyun doesn’t give you much time to enjoy the view, gliding two fingers along your slit before circling around your little nub. A cry of pleasure leaves you to mindlessly press your face into Mark’s collarbone, nipping and sucking the flesh until you’re sure you’ve left a bruise.

Jaehyun slips the two fingers into your aching core, curling and dragging them so well along your walls. Sparks of electricity flow through your veins, heat pooling in your center.

Mark groans from below you. Looking down, you see that you’ve unconsciously dug your nails into his hard chest in an effort to ground yourself. You remove your hands, only to spot little red half crescents littered over his skin. You rub your palms over the marks as if to soothe them, but it seems that the man wasn’t groaning from pain.

“Y/n” He sounds so fucked out, voice hoarse and raw even though hardly anything has happened yet. “You look so good like this, so perfect for me.” He brings one large hand up to cup your cheek, thumb delicately stroking over your cheekbone before moving down to trace your lower lip. You part your lips, letting him slide in before sucking around the digit, tongue curling around it as if it were his cock. His eyes darken a fraction, tongue coming out to wet his lips, swollen and kiss bitten.

You moan around the digit as Jaehyun adds a third finger, stretching your walls so pleasantly that you can’t help but buck your hips back for more. A whine forces its way out of your throat as the demon pulls his fingers out of you, leaving an empty ache between your thighs.

“Don’t you think it would be more fun if she was sucking on something a bit bigger than your finger, Mark?” The voice startles you, breath tickling your ear as he speaks. The man under you nods, swallowing thickly. Your eyes are drawn to the way his Adam’s apple bobs with the movement, and a gush of wetness pulses down below. Your thighs are probably covered in your arousal at this point.

You scoot down his body, trailing kisses and bites down his toned stomach. You take your time unzipping his pants, sucking a mark into the soft skin below his navel. He’s hard as a rock, and you moan in appreciation at the sheer size of him once you shimmy his jeans down his thighs.

“No underwear?” You ask, mouth curling up in a teasing smirk. He huffs out a laugh, propping himself up on his elbows so that he can watch. “No, ‘s too restricting.”

You lazily pump his dick, thumb flicking over the tip once or twice. You plan to tease him more, but then Jaehyun’s pushing your head down and you have no choice but to open your mouth wide, innocent eyes peeking up at Mark as you take his cock in your mouth. He’s so big that you can’t take him in all the way, keeping one hand curled around his cock to stroke what your mouth can’t reach. You let it get sloppy, using your spit to ease the glide until you’ve got a pleasant rhythm going. Mark replaces Jaehyun’s hands with his own, gathering strands of your hair in his palms and using that grip to control your pace. “F-fuck,” He lets out a shaky exhale, letting his head fall back against the pillows once he’s satisfied with the pace.

Jaehyun slaps your ass, a loud smack sounding throughout the room. You moan, pitching forward onto Mark’s cock and gagging as he hits the back of your throat. A strangled cry leaves the man above you, his hips thrusting even further into the tight, wet heat of your mouth.

The demon kneads your stinging flesh before using his grip on you to pull your hips up. “Good girl,” You keen under his praises, sticking your ass up even higher. The warm, wet pressure against your center has you faltering, moaning almost violently around Mark’s cock. He doesn’t seem to be having any complaints, the vibrations forcing a moan of his own out.

Your eyes roll up into your head as Jaehyun wraps his lips around your clit, sucking harshly. You’re sure you’d be screaming by now if Mark’s cock wasn’t halfway down your throat. You’ve given up sucking him off by this point, content to let the man fuck your mouth while Jaehyun sucks your fucking soul out from between your legs. It feels so good, not used to being the center of even one man’s focus, let alone two.

Mark eases you off of his cock after you accidentally bite him, using your spit to ease the slide as he lazily fucks up into his loose fist. You rest your head on his thigh, alternating between moaning wantonly and mouthing messily against the skin as you feel your orgasm approach.

Jaehyun pulls away at the last second, and you whine loudly as your orgasm is cut off. The feeling of frustration leaves you close to tears, and you jiggle your ass in hopes that it will regain his attention. It does momentarily, as Jaehyun lands a harsh smack on the flesh, but he pulls away again.

“Mark,” The man in question looks up, hand freezing on his dick as if waiting for Jaehyun’s orders. And fuck, what a sight that would be: your normally brash and confident friend being so pliant and submissive to a near stranger… You blink out of it, feeling mildly ashamed even in your current state. Luckily, Jaehyun interrupts your thoughts. “I’m feeling generous today, so I’ll let you go first. You’ve been waiting long enough for this, anyway.”

Mark nods eagerly, pulling you into a desperate kiss. You paw at every inch of skin you can reach, searching for a release from the ache inside of you. Your wish is granted when he hooks two fingers in your soaking cunt, groaning at how wet you are. He scissors you open quickly, hissing at how tight you feel.

“Ready, angel? Want my cock?” The pet name has you moaning, though it draws a low chuckle from Jaehyun, who’s watching from his position next to Mark.

“Hurry up, already. Need you in me, ‘ve waited so long.”

Mark lights up at this, smile stretching his features. He looks so breathtaking in this moment, skin glowing and flushed, hair mussed up, eyes blown wide and half lidded.

“I’m yours,” He breathes, leaning up for one last kiss. His hands slide down to your hips, pulling you forward so that you’re hovering above his thick cock. “Ride me baby.”

“I’d love to.” Reaching one hand down to position him at your entrance, you start to lower yourself down. Of course, Jaehyun chooses this exact moment to stop you. He truly is the spawn of Satan.

“Little bird, hold on just a second. I found something of interest in the back of Markie’s brain.” You cringe as he mocks your earlier nickname for the man. “What’s this I’m seeing, Mark? You like it up the ass?” His tone is teasing, but Mark groans in embarrassment. His face has gone an alarming shade of red by this point. “N-no,” He tries to deny, sputtering excuses but Jaehyun cuts him off with a press of a finger to his lips. “Oh, Mark, don’t get shy on me now. It’s a perfectly fine thing to like. Little bird, you’ll get your turn in a minute. You,” He snaps his fingers at Mark. “Come here. Kneel up, just like that. Perfect.” He appraises Mark’s ass for a moment, hands moulding the flesh before slipping a finger in. Mark’s eyebrows furrow, and you shoot up in alarm. “Doesn’t he need lube?”

Jaehyun looks at you, surprised that you care, before chuckling. “I can produce lube. Perks of being a lust demon.” Winking at you, he returns his focus to Mark. You can’t see what he’s doing, but the pure pleasure present on your best friends face has you clenching your thighs together, waves of need crashing through you. If you thought he looked good before, he looks absolutely gone now. Breathless groans are leaving him now, eyelids fighting to stay open as he sinks down on the others fingers. You watch him, mesmerized, before shuffling over to him.

“How close are you?”

He forces his gaze down to you. “Kind of- nngh- close, w-why?”

Wrapping a hand around his base lightly, you start stroking. “Will you come if I blow you?”

He moans, a punched out sound that takes you by surprise. “Fuck, yes, I’ll definitely come if you blow me.” You pout in disappointment. Upon seeing your crestfallen expression, he continues. “Maybe we c-can- oh, yes- figure something out. Jaehyun,” He turns his head back behind him, struggling to get the words out between moans. “Can I eat y/n out?”

There’s just something so hot about Mark asking for permission from someone else that you can’t help the whimper that escapes you. Jaehyun must nod, because then you’re being laid back, Mark settling between your thighs. He’s sucking sweet kisses into your core almost immediately, pulling your legs over his shoulders to give him better access. You’re letting out sharp cries of pleasure the whole time, eyes fighting the urge to roll back in your head in favor of watching Mark between your legs. A particularly well placed flick of his tongue has your hips rolling against his face, grasping the sheets in your hand as your mind blanks. The pleasure climbing through your system is insane, threatening to burn you from the inside out.

It only gets better once Mark starts moaning, his sinful mouth sending sweet vibrations traveling up your core. You manage to catch sight of Jaehyun behind him, kissing wetly along his shoulders and neck, features curving into a smirk once he notices you watching him.

“Little bird likes this, hmm? Like watching another man pleasure your boyfriend while he pleases you?” You hum, unable to tear yourself away from his gaze, unable to even think, letting his boyfriend comment slide. Whereas before it hurt to look directly into his eyes, you now find yourself getting lost in his dark orbs. It’s like a drug, your pleasure being amplified by the man, demon, whatever in front of you.

You finally break eye contact, head falling back against the mattress as Mark draws you closer and closer to your peak. Burying one hand in his hair, you use the leverage to grind your core against his face, chasing your sweet release. “C-close, Mark, please-” You don’t know what you’re begging for at this point. It’s too much but not enough at the same time. Jaehyun saves you from having to decide by cruelly ripping your orgasm away from you, again, dragging Mark’s face away from your pussy.

A few tears slip down your face at this point, frustration reaching its peak. Jaehyun wipes the tears away, laughing lowly. “Don’t worry, you’ll get what you desire soon.”

He must pull out of Mark, because your friend whimpers before seeming to realize what he just did and clears his throat uncomfortably.

“Mark, would you like to fuck our little bird now?” Mark nods, tongue flicking out to wet dry lips.

Jaehyun smirks. “Good. On your back. Y/n, ride him.” You don’t have to be told twice. You scramble onto your knees, wasting no time in straddling Mark before dropping yourself down on him. You both moan in satisfaction, you at finally being filled and Mark at your tightness. You have to brace both hands on his chest, almost collapsing at the overwhelming relief you feel. Beyond the burn of the stretch, his cock filling you up so nicely, there’s a sweet pleasure, a satisfaction.

You don’t wait very long to adjust, grinding your hips in smooth circles before lifting yourself off of him and dropping yourself back down. You quickly start a rhythm of you bouncing on his cock, eyes rolling at how fucking big he feels in you.

Mark’s hands are locked in a vice grip on your ass, fingers digging into the supple flesh and using his grip to urge you into a faster pace.

Jaehyun decides to join, coming up behind you to kiss at your neck, one hand reaching up to your mouth. “Suck,” He commands, slipping two fingers past your willing lips. You do, hollowing your cheeks and slurping around the digits, wishing that it was his dick. He hums behind you, bringing the wet digits down to your entrance, finding your clit with ease and rubbing fast circles into the little nub. You moan even louder now, feeling yourself speed towards your climax. You’ve been on edge for too long, you can’t hold on anymore.

“You close, little bird? Going to come on Mark’s cock? Gonna make him fill you up, pound into that dirty cunt?” His words get to you, your head falling back against his shoulder once more.

“Yes, yes! Oh, please, please-” He cuts off your mindless rambling by pulling you in for a kiss, one that you melt into. This is the first time he’s kissed you, and you’re quite upset that you hadn’t kissed him earlier. It’s a hot kiss, lots of tongue and teeth. It heightens your pleasure immensely, and you can’t stop kissing him. You suck on his tongue filthily, and oh, he must like that if the resulting groan is anything to go by. Even when he goes to pull away, you won’t let him, one hand fisting in his hair to keep him close. He seems to be speeding up your release, if that were even possible. Your mind feels hazier now, every sensation heightened, core screaming for release. You feel your orgasm twisting painfully at your insides, pulsing before finally exploding. The intensity of it rips a scream out of your throat, nails scratching across Mark’s chest as Jaehyun licks even deeper into your mouth, drinking up the noises you make.

When you come down, Mark is still thrusting desperately up into you, though he stops at the demons command. “From behind,” You hear Jaehyun say, but everything’s hazy at this point. Your mind is still fuzzy from your orgasm, and it’s like watching through a screen. Like you’re high, though you hadn’t had anything the whole day.

Mark manhandles you into position, hands and knees with your ass raised high in the air. He leaves one gentle kiss on your shoulder blade before relentlessly pounding into you, cock hitting even deeper in this position. Jaehyun kneels in front of you, pulling your face in towards his cock. You moan around him as he slips inside, mouth not quite burning at the stretch like Mark, though the demon still has you gagging. His cock has the same effect on you as his kisses did, and you feel addicted. You’re slurping and sucking and moaning around him, not wanting the intense pleasure to stop. You barely hear the kissing above you, taking far too long to register that Jaehyun has pulled Mark into a messy kiss above you. The image has you moaning even more wantonly, ass pushing back against Mark.

The kiss seems to have a similar effect on the man, because then he’s slamming into you at an even more relentless rate, moans higher and more frequent before he’s coming with a shout, finally filling you up. Your core pulses again at the feeling, and you suck at Jaehyun’s dick with renewed vigor. His hands fist in your hair, keeping you still so that he can fuck your mouth as hard as he wants. You relish in the feeling of your throat being fucked raw, spit dripping out of your mouth and down his cock. He lets out a deep groan, hips slamming deep one last time as he finishes. His cum seems to ignite a fire within you, because you’re coming almost simultaneously with him, despite not even being touched.

You collapse afterwards, dragging yourself to Mark and letting him drape himself over you. You let yourself drift off to sleep, sated and still riding the high.

The demon kisses each of you one last time, drinking in the last remaining parts of your soul, watching as the two humans take their last breaths. “Thanks for the meal, lovelies.” He chuckles, petting your head almost affectionately before walking out into the night sky, not sparing a single glance back.

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How Other Great Detectives Would Solve the Murder of David Kentley

Inspired by @ bpdtomwambsgans . A series I do sometimes. Assuming we’re still using the setup of the film Rope, all the detectives here will be at a disadvantage because they don’t go in even knowing a crime has been committed. I considered over whether any of the detectives could reference the real life Leopold and Loeb and decided against it, although it would have been hilariously stupid if that crime had existed in the Rope universe (”RIP to Leopold and Loeb but I’m different.”- Brandon, probably.)

Columbo: @ bpdtomwambsgans said that he was Rupert’s ex-boyfriend, so sure, let’s go with that. He tries his best to be polite during Rupert’s incoherent philosophical ramblings, although he offers interjections such as “Aww, geeze” and “I don’t know about that.” He keeps his eyes on Brandon and Phillip the whole time, though. They seem nervous, could he offer them any cigars? It really is a shame David couldn’t be here. Columbo comforts David’s loved ones, but keeps slipping surreptitious glances at the boys- particularly the arrogant Brandon, even though Phillip would seem to be the more obvious. Finally he says that he’s very sorry, but he’ll have to ask them to come in for questioning. Brandon gives the grubby little untermensch a haughty attitude, and then Columbo shows him David’s left behind, monogrammed hat.

L: I’ve given L a hard time in this series, but I think he’d be in his element here. He sits perched on his chair nibbling on only the dessert, staring unblinking at his fellow guests. When Rupert goes on his ramblings about how the Nietzschean superman could commit murder and be morally justified, L just says “No,” and stares at him until he becomes too uncomfortable to go on. He starts idly kicking at the chest holding up the food table, and comments on the oddly non-empty sound it makes, while staring at Phillip and Brandon in a knowing fashion. After enough of this, Phillip has a screaming nervous breakdown.

Sam and Peter: These guys are actually beautiful, perfect foils for Brandon and Phillip! The series they are planning to film would have been all about implying their teacher Rupert Cadell was a serial killer (he has been happy to give plenty of sinister interviews!), and Peter has his cell phone camera surreptitiously on during Rupert’s Nietzschean superman speech (he will edit the clip at the end to say “I swear to god, we did not dub any of this!”) Already knowing and disliking his sycophants Brandon and Phillip, they keep asking annoying questions about murder (Sam: “Hypothetically, would your theories justify me killing Peter to get to his hot mom?”) Phillip thinks they’re onto him when they are not, which leads to them actually becoming onto him. Sam ‘accidentally’ knocks over the buffet table in the hopes of creating a distraction to search the house, but oh shit, there’s a body in that chest! The finale to this web series will involve them wondering about the responsibility a teacher carries with them in shaping the minds of their students.

Sherlock Holmes: Holmes is happy to engage in philosophical debate with Rupert, and responds to his Nietzschean superman speech with one intellectual point after another- how would a man realize he was superior? Wouldn’t a profound belief in one’s own inherent superiority indicate a lack of self-questioning, a flaw in itself? At the end of hours of discussion he reveals that Brandon and Phillip murdered someone because of the exact pattern of worry wrinkles in Phillip’s forehead and the direction Brandon’s eye twitched that one time.

Dale Cooper: I love Cooper, but he isn’t going to solve a case in a single night. He can’t solve a case in a single season.

Kinsey Millhone: Kinsey dislikes Brandon but takes an unexpected liking towards the nervous Phillip and wonders if he’s being abused by his partner. Not exactly, as it turns out. She cuts Rupert off during his Nietzschean superman speech by asking if he’s ever seen the body of a murder victim. Does he think it would look like a work of art? She nevertheless correctly reads that he’s all talk, while Brandon seems to be responding to the speech with genuine callousness. She tries to talk to Phillip privately when David doesn’t show up, and incites Brandon’s jealousy. Phillip and Brandon fight, and in the course of this they reveal some very incriminating details. Rupert puts it together and yells “Did you think you were god, Brandon?” “Why shouldn’t he?” Kinsey says. “You told him he was.”

Miss Marple: Of all the detectives here, I think Miss Marple is the best suited to solving a murder over the course of a single dinner party without doing any legwork. She knows David, he’s a dear, and he wouldn’t just abandon his loved ones to worry about him. She spots the monogrammed hat and hears the lies Phillip and Brandon tell about themselves and notes their attentiveness to Rupert and his speeches about Nietzschean supermen. She correctly deduces that Rupert is all talk, though, and at one quiet point she takes his hand and says “I hope your little jokes haven’t set something terrible in motion.” Rupert is unexpectedly drafted to do her legwork and uncover the corpse beneath the table.

Hercule Poirot: Poirot does not enjoy nasty topics over dinner like inherent superiority and how smart people should be allowed to commit murder, so he’ll already be on edge. (So is Hastings, but he just reacts by going “I say, isn’t this a bit much?”) He is dotingly attentive to David’s loved ones when he doesn’t show up and purse-lipped towards Brandon and Phillip for their callousness. Normally he might need longer to ruminate on a crime, but these boys were not exactly criminal masterminds so he’d probably poke a million holes in everything they said about themselves and with each pointed question he grows more certain that something terrible has happened. Rupert puts it together based on Poirot’s questioning and yells “Did you think you were god, Brandon?” “Worse,” says Poirot- “they thought you were.”

Philip Marlowe: I’m going to avoid emphasizing Marlowe’s weird homophobic scene in the novel version of The Big Sleep (you’ll notice I left Sam Spade off this list for similar reasons) and instead say he dislikes Brandon and Phillip because they are slimy little weasels (perfectly valid!) But he’s not even here to see them, he’s here because the investigation of an art theft lead to a murder for hire which lead to a diamond smuggling operation controlled by the mafia who turned out to be using a snooty prep school to deliver heroin. Or something like that. At some point during the evening when things are getting suspicious, he pays a bellboy to burst through the door waving a fake gun. “I did it, I did it, I killed David, don’t arrest me!” yells Phillip.

Phryne Fisher: Phryne immediately throws a wrench in things by being her usual flirtatious self and inadvertently coming between Brandon and Phillip. Both start to be worried that she will seduce the other into giving away answers, and just to show off how little he cares, Brandon starts responding to her flirtation in a very showy fashion. When David’s loved ones start to worry about his whereabouts and the boys don’t seem terribly sympathetic, she gets a nasty hunch and sneaks around the house to try to put it to rest. She finds David’s hat and has an even nastier feeling about it. It’s probably not enough to get the boys arrested, but she could at least get Jack to question them. When the boys hear her calling the police, Brandon orders Phillip to silence her. Instead, she overpowers him with a series of artful elbow jabs. Not so superior now, is he?

Sam Vimes: Vimes spends the whole dinner pressing his hands down on his legs in a desperate effort to keep from punching Rupert. If Brandon and Phillip are lucky, this will distract him from realizing there is actually a dead body in the room. If they aren’t, and he realizes they killed someone to prove hos posh they were and then invited the victim’s family over? Hoo boy. I believe the appropriate term here is “Vimes is going to go spare!”

Benoit Blanc: I can so easily see Blanc being invited to this party. Hell, if Knives Out had been made in the 50s, James Stewart would have played him! He spends all of Rupert’s Nietzschean superman speech making distracting finger taps on the table, periodically interrupting him. Once David’s loved ones start worrying about his whereabouts he spends most of his time consoling them, but notices how oddly unsympathetic Brandon and Phillip are. When Phillip lies about having strangled a chicken, he asks “Now why would a man lie about strangling a chicken? It doesn’t seem the kind of thing that slips one’s memory.” When he finally finds the body in the chest, he gives a very similar speech to the boys to the one in the film (”Did you think you were god, Brandon?”) but he also castigates Rupert for having given them an elevated excuse for petty sadism.

Sammy Keyes: Sammy thinks she saw some guy in this apartment strangle another guy in the window across from her. That can’t be right, can it? People don’t just murder each other in front of windows? She doesn’t have proof to go to the police with, plus it might reveal she’s living in a place she isn’t supposed to be in, so she makes an emergency run to the thrift store to get a grey dress and an apron and pretend to be general apartment staff. Don’t mind her, the hotel kitchen just sent her to make sure the right food was delivered! Sorry she knocked over that hatstand, she’s just so clumsy! Let her just clean the dishes off that buffet table, oh no, in the process she’s opened the chest underneath!

Will Graham: Will falls under Rupert’s influence and is inadvertently manipulated into becoming yet another would-be Nietzschean killer.

#great detectives series #rope

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kyuuppi · 4 years ago

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“You lie to your best friend/crush that you have an OnlyFans just to see their reaction”

Ft. Sugawara; Nishinoya; Tsukishima; Oikawa; Kenma

Pt. 2

A/N: My bias is so obvious here LOL

KARASUNO

↳ Sugawara

➣ You are over at his house, the two of you idly watching a sitcom while browsing your phones and chatting in between; it’s comfortable, as times with Sugawara usually are.

➣ Every time Suga leans in to show you a funny meme on his phone or throws his head back in laughter at a joke from the show, you find your heart skipping a beat.

➣ He is beautiful, basically an angel in your eyes, but he is also your best friend and you don’t think he has any interest in you like that. Not in the way you do.

➣ That’s how you get the idea to test his feelings.

➣ Being the troublemaker you are (how else would you and Suga get along so well?) you decide to shake things up by casually mentioning you’re interested in starting an OnlyFans and asking if he thinks its a good idea.

➣ You expect either of two reactions: either he’ll be as supportive as usual, possibly advising you to be cautious with strangers online like the mother hen he is, proving he only sees you as a friend—or he’ll tell you not to, possible evidence that likes you.

➣ The response you receive is not quite what you were expecting...

➣ Once the words leave your lips his head immediately whips around in your direction, light brown eyes looking at you with a serious expression on his face, something you’d never really seen before. It makes you uncomfortable and you begin to regret all of your life decisions.

➣ Suddenly though, he is leaning into you, his arms coming up to trap you against the couch as you try to back away. Your eyes are as wide as saucers and face completely flushed as he continues to stare you down before speaking.

➣ “Even though I’m your best friend, I’m still a man, you know. You’re being awfully cruel right now.”

➣ You audibly gulp, suddenly feeling light-headed but he keeps speaking, close enough that you can feel his hot breath fan across your cheeks.

➣ “Asking me to watch the person I like show off in front of thousands of other men? Even I have my limits.”

➣ And that marks the day of you and Sugawara’s first kiss. ♡

↳ Nishinoya

➣ Your best friend, Nishinoya Yuu, is notoriously unabashed with his affections.

➣ The two of you have an interesting relationship—Noya has no qualms with expressing how pretty he thinks you are, borderline flirting with you at times, and you frequently return the favor.

➣ But you don’t take any of it seriously, of course, regardless of how much you secretly wish it were real. Everyone at Karasuno knows about Noya’s undying dedication to the volleyball club manager, Shimizu Kiyoko, and he confesses his love to her at least twice a day.

➣ Unbeknownst to you those professions became less and less frequent after he met you and now most of Karasuno thinks the two of you are basically dating

➣ The two of you are at the mall, a frequent hang out place where Noya can look at volleyball gear and you can browse manga at the bookstore, when you get the idea to prank your friend.

➣ “Hey, Noya? I’ve been thinking about finding a way to make more money but I don’t have time for a part-time job so I decided to make an OnlyFans—I already have a few subscribers.”

➣ Nishinoya nearly trips and falls flat on his face. You would have laughed if it weren’t for how he immediately grabs at your shoulders, staring at you with a mix of anger and fear.

➣ “Absolutely not! No one should be allowed to see your beautiful body like that but me!”

➣ You immediately fluster at his loud declaration, acutely aware of how other customers in the mall are giving the two of your strange looks as they walk by.

➣ “B-but Noya, we aren’t even dating—”

➣ “Then let’s start dating!”

➣ And what are you gonna do? Say no?

↳ Tsukishima

➣ Being friends with Tsukishima could be frustrating at times—a sentiment you and Yamaguchi frequently discuss when the blond isn’t around.

➣ Tsukishima likes to think most things are beneath him and he’s too cool to find enjoyment in activities most other friends enjoy, ranging from mini golf to video games. The man seems content to waste his life away studying and listening to music if it weren’t for you and Yamaguchi forcing him out of his room.

➣ Naturally, something like a prank war would be something Tsukishima would want no part of—not that that has ever stopped you.

➣ Usually, your pranks are failures. Either Tsukishima easily figures out what you’re doing before it can happen or he doesn’t give you the satisfaction of a reaction, chastising you for wasting your time pulling pranks when you have a failing grade in mathematics you’ll later beg him to help you study for.

➣ He still helps you though, he’s whipped

➣ Your newest prank however, you feel exceptionally confident in. Not only is it simple to pull off, only relying on your acting kills, but it also might answer your curiosity on whether you have a chance in getting your dearest Tsukki to see you as more than just a friend.

➣ The day you decide to do it the three of you are hanging out in Tsukishima’s bedroom as usual, you working on the math homework Tsukishima forced you to study while he reads a book and Yamaguchi sits in the corner reading a book.

➣ You had already discussed your plans with Yama beforehand, to which his expression looked suspiciously devious, like he knew something you didn’t know, as he proclaimed his support.

➣ You hear Tsukishima turning a page and decide to speak up.

➣ “Hey, Tsukki, have you heard of OnlyFans?”

➣ You hold back a snicker as you see Tsukishima visibly tense, his eyes widening behind his glasses for a moment before he relaxes. From the corner of your eyes you can see Yamaguchi smirking behind his comic, watching the blond closely.

➣ “...yeah, I’ve heard of it,” Tsukishima simply replies.

➣ “I’ve been thinking about making more money but I don’t have time for a part-time job so my friend suggested it. She said I could make over ten thousand yen a month.”

➣ “I think only the really attractive ones make that much.”

➣ You gasp, thoroughly offended, and Yamaguchi looks mildly annoyed by his friend’s response, already opening his mouth to chastise him for being so mean—but before he can say anything, Tsukishima is speaking again, still looking down at the book in his lap.

➣ “Don’t do it though.”

➣ “Why not?” You pout, refusing to look up at him when you speak.

➣ “...I don’t want the person I like to do those types of things.”

➣ You nearly choke on your own saliva, head darting up to stare at him in disbelief. Yamaguchi, for some reason, only smiles softly, looking unsurprised by the admission.

➣ “W-what? You...like me?”

➣ “Oi, shouldn’t you be studying? One more F and you’re gonna flunk out of the class, dummy.”

➣ You’re slightly disappointed by the change of subject but when you notice the soft pink on Tsukishima’s cheeks you can’t help but to smile the whole time you finish your homework.

AOBA JOUSAI

↳ Oikawa

➣ Oikawa is a busy guy.

➣ You were well aware of that before the two of you happened to be paired up for an assignment and got to know each other, eventually becoming close friends.

➣ Between volleyball practices, tournaments, magazine interviews, and appeasing a passionate fan club, Oikawa rarely has time for himself, let alone another person.

➣ Despite all of that, you could tell he always made sure to spend time with you, dedicating a few weekends a month to hanging out, just the two of you, and constantly texting you in the times the two of you couldn’t physically be together.

➣ From an outsider’s perspective, it was almost like the two of you were dating.

➣ But alas, you know the sad reality is that Oikawa is most certainly not your boyfriend and you have no idea if he has any interest in your like that…

➣ ...Which is why you decide to try to make him jealous one day to push him towards confessing his feelings, if they exist.

➣ The two of you are at a café, sipping lattes and gossiping about other students when you bring it up.

➣ “Y’know...I’ve been thinking of making an OnlyFans.”

➣ To your surprise, Oikawa’s eyes seem to light up, his lips curving into a smile of excitement.

➣ “Wow, really? Maybe I should make one too!”

➣ Oikawa immediately pulls out his cell phone and the color drains from your face as you realize your plan has completely backfired.

➣ “My fans are going to love this—hey do you think we can do a collab? The two of us in one pic would make us top creators for sure.”

➣ You can only nod numbly with a fake smile at Oikawa’s enthusiasm.

➣ Oh god, you’ve created a monster…

NEKOMA

↳ Kozume

➣ Unless you’re Kuroo, becoming friends with Kenma is a nearly impossible feat. Actually making him want to spend time with you alone, even more so.

➣ But somehow, you managed to work your way into Kenma’s tightly knit social circle more like a two point line segment of him and Kuroo and your evenings after his volleyball practice are usually spent in one of your bedrooms, playing Splatoon and Animal Crossing until your Switches die or your parents force you to come home for dinner—whichever comes first.

➣ You love spending time with Kenma, his quiet presence somehow making you feel comfortable—but over time those feelings of ease have shifted into something more akin to nervousness and excitement as you’ve come to develop a crush on the setter.

➣ Every moment with him, watching the small smiles tug at his lips when he wins a match or his cute, frustrated pout when he can’t figure out how to defeat a boss makes your heart flutter and it’s becoming more and more painful to idly sit by without expressing your feelings.

➣ A direct confession, especially to a boy with nearly 0 social skills, is scary, so you want to be sure your feelings are returned before you even attempt to share them.

➣ Thus, you’ve decided to take Kuroo’s advice.

➣ “Push him into a corner. Kenma will only act when he thinks he has to.”

➣ You take a deep breath to steel your nerves before you speak, eying him sneakily from behind your Switch.

➣ “Gamer girls and boys are kind of trendy these days; I’m thinking about starting an OnlyFans to make money to buy more games.”

➣ The only visible response you receive is a slow blink as Kenma continues to play his game, fingers tapping furiously on the keys.

➣ “Ah...I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

➣ “Why not?”

➣ There are a few moments of silence between you two, the room only filled with the SFX of your games as Kenma seems to finish his round. You recognize the victory music as Kenma pauses to finally raise his gaze to meet your own.

➣ “It's your body so I can’t tell you what to do but...I would feel really jealous of all your subscribers.”

➣ And just like that, Kenma returns his attention to the video game, unpausing and starting a new match, blissfully unaware of you struggling to calm your racing heart and flushed cheeks.

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brandstifter-sys · 2 years ago

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I Caught Fire

@dukexietyweek Day 2: Music

Word Count: 1419 (Ao3)

Pairing: Dukexiety

Rating: T+

Warnings: Death mention, gore mention, sex mention

Virgil plays guitar, and Remus loves when Virgil sings for him

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It wasn't always easy to sneak up on Virgil. Sure when he could keep quiet, Remus was good at it, even if it got him punched by the embodiment of fight-or-flight. A lot of the time he couldn't, because he always got so excited to tackle his boyfriend with affection.

Remus was in the mood to get some morbid attention and he knew just where to find his Sweet Sacrifice!

Virgil was in the Imagination, in his own small corner where he had full control. As Anxiety, he was blessed and cursed with a permanent spot in the Imagination to play out his constant fears and worries.

But he was relaxed, sitting on a grassy hill under a seemingly dead apple tree and idly strumming an old acoustic guitar, trying to find the right song to play at the moment. He was content to stare off into the distance at Remus' realm and appreciate it in its twisted elegance. It was a reflection of him.

Virgil chuckled to himself at the thought of Remus being elegant. It was possible, but he preferred the ball of chaos with a knack for the macabre and the sweetness of a corpse.

His fingers moved before he realized it. But he didn't mind the melody. Not when the song was so fitting.

"If I cut off your arms and cut off your legs Would you still love me anyway? If you're bound and you're gagged, draped and displayed Would you still love me anyway?"

Remus crept up the hill behind the tree, listening to the most beautiful voice secretly serenading him. He didn't want to interrupt, happy to swoon over the siren song that lured him into the waves of that deep, scratchy melody.

Why don't you love me anyway?

Remus grinned wickedly and rolled his shoulders. He could pounce and prove that he would love that edgelord anyway, no matter how gruesome he could get.

And then Virgil slowed his fingers, lingering on the last line. If he were anyone else, Remus would assume that the song was over. He knew better. But that didn't stop him from trying to tackle his boyfriend!

Virgil immediately jumped out of the way, still holding his guitar. He stared at the mess of a man on the ground, giggling even though he landed on his face.

"That's one way to say hi," Virgil huffed as Remus' sat up with a bright grin.

"It is! And I just had to make it special since you're serenading me so sweetly!"

"That is literally a song about a serial killer who's obsessed with a girl who doesn't love him and then he kills her," Virgil frowned. Remus simply leaned against the tree and spread his legs.

"I know, but when you sing it, you're just tempting me with a good time! And we both know you're singing about me, which is just heart boner fuel! Consider me seduced, and ready to be Sleeping with a Siren"

"I can do better," Virgil quipped and eyed his duke smugly. This hyper man-puppy was always craving affection, even if he wanted it to hurt. He was vibrating and excited to see what his Scare Bear could come up with.

Virgil sat between his legs and situated his guitar on his lap. He played a few chords and started to play the one song that could make even Remus a mushy romantic.

"Seemed to stop my breath My head on your chest waiting to cave in From the bottom of my Hear your voice again Could we dim the sun and wonder where we've been? Maybe you and me, so kiss me like you did My heart stopped beating, such a softer sin I'm melting"

Virgil sang softly and closed his eyes, letting the music fill him. He could taste the truth behind the lyrics, swirling in his chest like a firestorm.

"In your eyes, I lost my place Could stay a while And I'm melting In your eyes like my first time That I caught fire Just stay with me, lay with me now"

Remus wrapped his arms around Virgil's waist and nuzzled into his shoulder. He wanted to hold this wizard and melt into him, body and soul. He could drown in that voice and he wanted to.

"Never caught my breath Every second I'm without you, I'm a mess Ever know each other Trust these words are stones My cuts aren't healing Learning how to love I'm melting"

"I'm melting," Remus muttered and kissed his neck. He knew how much of a mess Virgil was when he cut the duke off, and how badly he needed the duke's brand of affection. Remus knew it would take time for Virgil to warm up to him again, and he was surprised at just how quickly Virgil got comfortable with him again.

"In your eyes, I lost my place Could stay a while And I'm melting In your eyes like my first time That I caught fire Just stay with me, lay with me Stay with me, lay with me now"

Remus was warm, holding him like a teddy bear. Virgil could fall asleep in his arms, could stay in this position and sing to his loving Cuddlefish until the end of time. Virgil would never let him go again, unless Remus wanted to end things.

"You can stay and watch me fall And of course, I'll ask for help Just stay with me now We could take our heads off, stay in bed Just make love, that's all Just stay with me now I'm melting"

"I'm melting," Remus said and lifted his head. He was completely enamored. Having Virgil pressed against his chest, his voice vibrating through the both of them, it was simply perfect.

He couldn't help it if he held tighter and peppered Virgil's neck with kisses. He loved the way Virgil flinched from the tickle of his mustache and soft lips. He loved that no matter how he twitched, Virgil kept playing without making a mistake, as if this song was wired into his fingers.

"In your eyes, I lost my place Could stay a while And I'm melting In your eyes like my first time That I caught fire Just stay with me, lay with me In your eyes, I lost my place Could stay a while And I'm melting In your eyes like my first time That I caught fire Just stay with me, lay with me Stay with me, lay with me In your eyes Let's sleep 'til the sun burns out I'm melting in your eyes In your eyes Let's sleep 'til the sun burns out"

"I'm melting in your eyes," Remus hummed softly and tilted Virgil's head to look into those beautiful gray eyes.

"Remus—"

"I love you, Scare Bear. The fires in my chest have never gone out, I'd rather spend an eternity decaying with you than anyone else. No matter how angry the storm, I'm yours."

Virgil struck, dragging him into a kiss. He dropped his guitar, letting it twang as he grabbed Remus' face to pull him closer.

"You were supposed to seduce me!" Remus teased between kisses. Virgil was not about to let his mouth get away!

He twisted and straddled Remus' lap, knocking him against the tree. Remus had no time to react before those lips were on his again, melding with his and pulling his soul from his body. Remus grabbed his shoulders, inviting him to keep going.

"You were seduced before I started," Virgil gasped, his lungs screaming at him for air, "Are you complaining?"

"Not at all," Remus giggled and kissed his forehead, "I want to burn with you. I'll stay with you and lay with you, right here, right now. But we're moving once the sun sets. I don't want the vampires seeing me all soft and vulnerable!"

Virgil licked a long stripe up his cheek and chuckled, "How about we go back to your room and smolder until we get to visit the timeshare in hell once the sun goes down."

"Cuddles and nap time!" Remus giggled, "You know just what to say to make me squishy!"

"You're my squishy, and I love you," Virgil hummed and hugged him like a koala.

"You're my siren, and I love you more!" Remus giggled and licked his cheek, "And even without your musical charms!"

"Mmm," Virgil hummed and nuzzled his shoulder, "You have musical charms too, dingus. And I'd fall for you just the same."

The songs referenced are "Helena" by Misfits and "I Caught Fire" by the Used

#dukexietyweek2022 #dukexiety #remus sanders #virgil sanders #sanders sides #sex mention tw #gore mention tw #death mention tw #sandyscribed

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lunaastoir · 3 years ago

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Hi! I really enjoy your writing so is it alright if i request xiao, diluc, childe with an idol s/o where one of their old stalkers come back or they just recently had a stalker in general but with how busy they were since they’re an idol they don’t even notice? And something bad happens (i cant think of anything</3) Thank you very much !!

hi anon!! a million apologies since this is so late but i hope you like the fic <3

there also aren’t any explicit details for anything bad happening - i briefly touched on subjects that you may not have control over, i hope that’s ok!

warning (?): struggled a bit on this prompt so i apologize in advance if this isn’t my best work LMAOO

gn! reader

tw: hints of assault, slight angst, very light abuse if you squint

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xiao

now xiao is a very observant man but he's also extremely busy keeping liyue safe

he makes it a point to always come to your shows even if you don't actively see him bc he cares a lot abt you and he enjoys listening to your music ‼️

it's normal for him to sometimes get lost between his own world of demonslaying and the world he shares w you

so one night, he's hanging on the rafters of a house with the perfect view of your singing

everything goes smoothly, he sets his spear down while lightly swaying his head to the music

the concert ends and fans disperse after you say your farewells

a night like this is rare since for once, xiao can walk home w you back to the inn sweet boy really cleared out his schedule for you huh

you're unsurprised when you see him materialize next to you, opting to flash him a smile and a hello

his cheeks are lightly flushed as he crosses his arms before talking quietly about how well you did

he relishes in the wide smile you give him as a result of his praise and he lets the corners of his lips curve upwards slightly

the quiet bustle of the harbor seemed to slow down as the night grew longer

since this was a fairly large concert, you had boxes among boxes of equipment so xiao decided to make your life easier by quickly flying them to their appropriate locations

when he got back however, he was surprised to see you talking animatedly with someone

he didn't think anything was wrong until he saw the person trap you between the stage and words filtered into his ears

your back was painfully pressed against the stage wall as you defiantly met their gaze. after xiao had left, they had immediately come over to you: first introducing themselves as a fan and making amiable conversation, before divulging in personal details of your life that made your skin crawl. you weren’t helpless, you always had your weapon on hand regardless of whether you were performing or not. the way they pushed you against the wall however, made it near impossible to summon your sword should you need it.

they leered down at you while balancing an arm against the wall next to your head. you had dealt with things like this before so you weren’t overly worried; you could defend yourself. you almost felt pity for the person in front of you as they asked for your number with a sadistic grin, disgusting words tumbling off of their lips. however, that was before you felt their cold fingers idly make their way to your stomach and you felt your breath hitch. oh no

the telltale sound of whooshing alerted you of xiao’s presence, and the press of the tip of his spear against their jugular brought you relief.

“back away” he tightly growled while his golden eyes narrowed into slits. they stared at him in shock before holding their hands up and moving to step a foot away from you.

“farther” he motioned with his spear before stepping in front of you as you attempted to collect yourself.

“ok ok, i’m far away can you put your spear down now?”

“no.”

you mentally cursed as you watched the two of them glare at each other. this was supposed to be a carefree night but this unfortunate twist made the air thick with tension. you could feel the anger radiate off of xiao in waves and in an effort to deescalate the situation, you spoke.

“i’m glad to meet such an...avid fan but i’m sorry the two of us must get going now” you hastily said before attempting to grab xiao’s hand and walk off past them.

the next words had you halt your steps as they divulged their secret.

words painted in careless arrogance with hints of violet overconfidence flew out of the person’s mouth - “judging from the weeks i’ve been following you, it didn’t seem like you had a boyfriend”

at the mere mention of prolonged stalking, xiao immediately lunged to pull you behind him. god, he didn’t kill mortals but he swore if he plunged his spear into this human being right here, no one would even blink twice considering how low of a person they were.

“if i ever see you near them again, i will not hesitate to kill you. i won’t blink twice, i already have blood on my hands.” he ground out.

at the threat, the person grudgingly turned their back to you before leaving the two of you alone in the quiet harbor.

you carefully reached a hand out to touch your boyfriend’s shoulder, but stopped after you saw the expression on his face. the mix of rage, sadness, and anguish imprinted his features as you watched his chest rapidly rise and fall - a result of his emotional battle.

“i’m sorry i didn’t notice them before. i should’ve been paying more attention to you” he whispered before silently striding away from your grasp

you knew that no matter how many reassurances you gave him about how, “it’s not your fault xiao, i didn’t notice them either” he would still blame himself.

he was supposed to protect you right? so why couldn’t he sense the danger beforehand? what would’ve happened if he wasn’t there?

it’s still a learning process for him to realize that things happen, and he inevitably couldn’t be there to save you from everything. he needs time to understand and adjust. you’re willing to wait, patiently helping him through it. why? because love is worth it.

god im sorry this ended up kinda sad whoops

diluc

i swear everytime i say i’m a childe simp diluc kinda wrecks me

ahem anyways onto the hc!

he’s kinda never around but similar to xiao he will overwork himself to clear out an hour or two just to watch your concerts

he’ll always stand off to the side too so if you tilt your head while you’re singing you can spy his red hair

you always flash him the sweetest smile and this man blushes like CRAZY before quickly lifting his hand up to give you a thumbs up

everyone watching the both of you like 😍😦

people think it’s the cutest thing i swear like c’mon the elusive “bachelor of mondstadt” being seen in public supporting you??? wow pls can we share him

he walks with you back to the winery, the entire time linking his hands with yours while gushing about your performance

1939248/10 it’s literally the sweetest thing

the next day however, adelinde brings you a pink letter addressed to you

he doesn’t pry because it’s addressed to you and it’s your business but as the letters start coming by everyday, he starts to grow curious

one day he straight up just asks you about it

“hey, you know those pink letters you keep getting? who are they from?”

you laugh slightly at his bashfulness and respond with a “just some overexcited fan” and he smiles before kissing your forehead

he loves that people are noticing your talent

loves it! until you get stalked by the same person who wrote you those letters while you were shopping!

diluc knows something’s wrong when you rush into angel’s share panicked after not returning his usual smile.

“darling? are you ok?” he asks worriedly before quickly setting down the glass he was cleaning to move towards you.

the widening of your eyes as you looked behind you at the sounds of someone else entering was all he needed to swiftly step in front of you, blocking their gaze of your face.

the slightly panicked look in your eyes before you hurriedly whispered, “they’re following me” made diluc glance at them subtly out of the corner of his eye. he watched as they walked over to find a seat next to the bar, seemingly ready to order a drink. he quietly asked if you would like to sit in the room reserved for the employees, away from their prying eyes. your hasty nod was all the confirmation he needed for him to let you access the door behind him.

the night went by fairly smoothly with kaeya’s usual teasing and venti’s usual begging for alcohol. diluc’s eyes narrowed however, when the person seemed to ask him questions regarding you. things like, “i heard you’re dating y/n... they’re amazing, how long have you been together?” and “do they live with you at dawn winery?” diluc answered these questions as short as he could, trying to convey with his body language that he truly did not want to talk to them.

everything was going well until he made the mistake of leaving the bar unattended. he had briefly forgotten about your residence in the room behind him as his mind immediately gravitated to breaking up a brawl. when he returned, the half drunk glass of liquor combined with the person’s absence from their seat, caused sparks of worry to light up inside his chest.

turning to the door, he knocked once.

“is everything alright in there love?”

the sounds of things rustling about and the occasional muffled voice had him opening the door quickly. he saw you with your arm being held tightly in their grasp, your mouth muffled with their hand, while you strained against them by pulling at your arm.

diluc immediately made his way over to you, quickly pulling your arm away before letting you enter into his embrace.

“get out.” the venomous words clawed their way out of his throat as he looked at them with eyes that screamed hatred. his blood was boiling as his mind replayed the scene; your scared expression and their greedy eyes.

diluc didn’t need to repeat himself twice as they ran out, trying not to trip over crates of wine. he made a mental note to find out who they were in order to make sure they never came near you ever again.

he quickly looked down at your form, relaxing slightly at the sight of your tentative smile. “my knight in shining armor” you joked before softly nuzzling your head into his shoulder. the anger had yet to dissipate from his veins, and although he knew you were still shaken up, he was sure you would be fine.

a pink letter placed on the table next to you caught his eye, and he made sure to quickly pocket it as he led you out, gently jesting with you about the “unnecessary amount of wine barrels in here, diluc this is a safety hazard!”

he would deal with this person later.

childe

ayo AYO ITS THE TOY SALESMAN

ok tbh he’s very rarely around so he unfortunately cannot make it to all of your shows

dw tho, he will try his hardest to be there for the ones he’s in town for bc what is he if not your number one hype king???

ok kinda creepy! alert

he’s tasked two of his subordinates to keep watch over you whenever he’s out of the harbor

it’s not anything creepy,,, he just gets extremely worried abt you and wants to make sure you’re safe

sO when he gets a ransom note??? he’s understandably confused but also very much freaked out

bc did they not know who he was??? the fact that they thought they could get away with holding you captive was quite honestly kind of funny to him

very stressed and angry tho - hides it behind a facade of smiles but he’s raging

takes him only a few hours to track you down bc he had everyone and i mean EVERYONE looking for you

the note crunched in his hand as the harbinger made his way towards windrise. his pace was erratic, long legs rushing towards the small cave his agents had found. they were bordering the perimeter of the enclosure, careful to not alert you or your captor of their presence. childe’s subordinate head had calmly stated that childe need not come out to rescue you, the situation was under control and they could do it for him. however, childe’s sharp gaze along with his sickly sweet words of “thanks but no. i’m coming out to see this sorry asshole for myself” had the agent backing away apologizing. he wanted to see the look on this person’s face before he shoved their sorry ass into the abyss himself.

as he reached the opening of the cave, he glanced over his shoulder at his head agent; a silent warning to keep the area sealed. his blue eyes glinted with a thirst for blood before making his way into the cave, sealing off the exit with his body.

“well well, playing games with the love of my life are we?”

his teasing words reached your ears as your eyes immediately found the face of your boyfriend. you weren’t horribly scared, just a little shaken up and sore from the bindings on your wrists. relief coursed through your body at the sight of him. you needn’t put in your plan of getting out of these bindings to fight your captor yourself anymore.

childe’s eyes quickly scanned over your frame, making sure you weren’t hurt. at the state of you completely unharmed, the harbinger let his heart calm down slightly. you were completely ok.

“wait a little longer, love? i promise this will be over soon”

the wink he sent you had you lightly rolling your eyes at his antics before he directed his attention back to your kidnapper. if your captor wasn’t scared before, they were certainly shaking in their boots now at the sight of childe’s twin hydro blades rotating playfully in his hands.

“listen, all i want is the money-”

“and all i want is your head”

your boyfriend smiled after cutting them off. the severity of the situation truly seemed to sink in at that moment before pleas of mercy fell from your captor’s lips, desperate to escape the bloodthirsty gaze of the harbinger. childe’s eyes flickered over to yours where you sat there, with your head ferociously shaking. a silent “no.” he sighed before swiftly bringing his arm up to hit your captor on the head, effectively knocking them out cold.

his hands worked at the ropes holding you and he gingerly rubbed at your bruised wrists. you silently thanked the archons he could never say no to you. archons forbid what would've happened if you hadn’t said anything. while you were explaining what happened, the young man quickly scooped you up in his arms before walking out of the cave.

you playfully hit his shoulder while muttering “drama queen” but you stopped when you saw his face morph into an expression of seriousness. you had informed him on the situation about your captor revealing themselves to be a recent stalker of yours, completely oblivious to the look of frustration on his face as he freed you from your bondages.

“i was scared you know.” he quietly divulged. “i knew that it wasn’t anything extremely serious but i... i was still scared”

you swore as you looked at him in that moment, he had turned ten again. the youth of his face betraying his vulnerability.

you quietly hummed before tangling your fingers in his hair. “i hope you know it wasn’t your fault. it wasn’t anyone’s fault. not even the two fatui agents who you sent to stalk me while you were away.”

he quietly laughed at that before mentally filing away a reminder for a lecture to those two agents in the near future.

“i’m just glad you’re safe. i know you can save yourself but i’ll always be here. i still wish you would let me take care of your asshole kidnapper myself though.” he pouted jokingly.

“i’m sure the millelith will lock them up for a long time.” you laughed sweetly.

his usual smile reappeared at your antics. maybe he didn’t get to beat your captor up and do...much worse. however at the end of the day, your smile was still intact regardless of what happened. that’s all he wanted.

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