#I can finally catch a break and try to make a dent into all I have to do

[sportsallover]

Me: absolutely no time to spare, crumbling under my to do list

Also me: why is there no cycling race I could watch from start to finish this month?

[hoshigray]

𝐁𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐤 | ryōmen sukuna

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: true form! Sukuna x fem/afab! reader - mosterfucking - double penetration (he got two) - biting - spanking - light choking - mention of blood.

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: a quick something I wrote for Sukuna to take a break from writing a fic + I have jack shit for him in my masterlist, lmao.

Ryōmen Sukuna is most definitely a biter. There is no need to state this since it is obvious. But imagine him plowing you from behind, watching your ass quake under his erratic thrusts, forcing out choked moans from your writhing body moving to and fro with his. Tears roll down warm cheeks onto the cold cream sheets that cover the futon. Hands grip the material for dear life with every rut to your leaky cunt. And when he smacks the cusp of your ass, a shriek cannot be restrained from your lips. 

Sukuna loves your screams. They please him to no end — a gorgeous tune to his devilish ears. As a sadistic man, nothing gives him more joy during these moments than inflicting pain onto your sweet tiny body forced to accommodate both his girthy cocks. A beast like him is allowed to use you as he sees fit. His little pet. His little toy. Not like you can refuse. Judging by how your body adapts to his dicks inside your holes, it is apparent that you're also enjoying this, too.

Two hands are stationed on your hips to propel you forward to him, and the other two hold your hands behind your back. You're left with nothing to conceal the whimpers and cries that fly out your mouth. He wants to hear it all — the sound of your ass meeting his pelvis, the choked sobs when his black fingertips dent into the depth of your hips, your pants for air as he takes them away. It turns him on so fucking much.

He can’t fight the urge anymore — the sight of your sweaty body quivering under his bow gets him riled up. Your skin, so beautiful and pure, displayed none of his markings from the times before now. Blue eyes narrow to your shoulder, clear of nothing but sweat. Well, he’s just going to have to fix that.

He comes down to your shoulder and sinks his teeth into your flesh. A sharp cry sneaks its way out of you. 

“Eyyahhhh!!! Su-Sukuna, don’t, please! I can’t have any ma— Ahhaahhnn!!”

“Who told you’re in a position to order me, brat?” He gives the mark on your shoulder a slow lick, tasting the twinge of blood to engage his taste. One of his hands snakes its way to your throat to squeeze. Your mind plunging into a deeper haze than before. “Know your place. Don’t stop screaming for me.”

More chews to your shoulders prompt more tears to escape from your strained-shut eyes. And the pacing of his cock becomes unbearably fast for your brain and senses to keep up. The pain inflicted by his demon mouth, along with the tongue from his stomach licking the sweat of your back, coinciding with the erratic tempo of his hips — it’s all too much to bear. And your release hits you hard, your cunt and ass clamping onto his lengths that continue to rut into your now sensitive parts.

“Mmmph, haahhh…Heh, now you think you can come without my permission, huh?” Sukuna whispers dangerously to your ear, and you whine when his teeth catch your lobe. “Such a pathetic pet, aren’t you.” He pistons his dicks deep inside, churning your tender areas to the point of incoherent babbles. “A damn noisy one, too…Hmmgh! Oh fuck, fuck…”

Before he experiences his climax, Sukuna gives the back of your neck one last bite. Your final shriek signals the ingress of his warm load filling your holes. He keeps you pinned to the futon, making sure you stay still for every bit of his essence to enter within you. Your mind is too far gone to try and fight it — too occupied with the feeling of him corrupting your body internally. Just letting him ride out his own crescendo until he slowly dismembers his huge members off of you. Heavy pants are used to steady his breathing, and he examines his messy work on your body. Bloody bite marks, your ass trembling from the onslaught of ruts and slaps, and silent tears trickle down a dazed face. He snickers to himself. 

“Perfect.”

© 𝐇𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐲2023 — dividers from @/animatedglittergraphics-n-more

[hogwartslegacyreactions2]

HLC REACT TO SEEING MC AGAIN AFTER SUMMER BREAK

MC steps down from the Hogwarts Express on the Hogsmeade Platform. The birds singing they're departure south as the cooling fall air blows the leaves from the trees. MC takes a deep breath, it was good to be back.

Through the crowd of students filing out of the train, MC spots a familiar face. With a smile as big as their excitement, they charge their favorite friend.

~~~

Sebastian Sallow: He smiles. The few months of summer felt like a liftime, and letters would never do MC justice. He plays coy at first, letting MC do all the running for a hug, but he can't keep a straight face. He's just as enthusiastic and even spins them around if he can lift them. He laughs, "Missed me?"

Ominis Gaunt: He doesn't see them coming, but still manages to dodge their attack. He smirks when he hears MC hit the ground with a satisfying thump. "I missed you as well, MC. Please, don't run on the train platform. It's quite dangerous." He reaches out his hand for them to take.

Anne Sallow: She's just as pumped to see MC. She nearly runs over a first year getting to MC and locking herself in their embrace. She keeps hugging them, longer than what would be considered "normal". The embrace softens and they stand together until the groundskeeper has to shout to get them moving with the other students.

Imelda Reyes: She doesn't see MC, but when they attempt to grab her from behind, she slips out of their grasp and pins them against the train with enough force to nearly dent the metal train car. Her angry glare turns to immediate shock and she steps back. "MC!? Wha- WHY WOULD YOU SNEAK UP ON ME LIKE THAT!?" She catches MC as they slump away from the train, the wind knocked out of them. "Um...welcome back?"

Natsai Onai: She locks eyes with MC and meets them stride for stride. Her smile widens with every step and she hugs them as tight as possible. "I have missed you so much. It felt like summer would never end." Her hug is strong and warm and was the best way to come back to Hogwarts.

Garreth Weasley: He's pulling jellied lacewings out of his hair when MC approaches. "Merlin's blooming beard! These things have far more adhesive properties than i- oh, hello MC! Have a nice summer?" He goes to wave but his hair sticks to his fingers and yanks with own head sideways. "OW!"

Leander Prewett: He's talking to another friend when MC pounces. He's nearly knocked to the ground but finds his balance. "WHO-!?...MC?" His surprise immediately melts to awkward bashfulness. "MC why are you- that is, what are-...uh..." He doesn't know what to do. He never expected MC to miss him this much.

Amit Thakkar: He's trying to reclose his trunk for the 15th time. It keeps popping open from the amount of textbooks in it. He catches MC out of the corner of his eye and turns to them just in time for their hug. "MC! It's so good to see you!" He quickly ends the hug to pull out a book and give it to them. "Here, I found this study done on Ancient Magic. It wasn't taken seriously at the time of its publishing, but considering what happened last year... Maybe you'll find it useful."

Everett Clopton: He feels a tap on his shoulder. He turns and no one is looking at him. He feels a tap on his other shoulder. "Wha..?" He does a nearly full turnaround when he finally catches MC's cloak running around behind him. He turns around in the other direction, sharply and catches them. "HA! Gotcha!" He shares a sincere hug with them and pulls out a few dung bombs. "So, who shall we prank first?"

Poppy Sweeting: She sees them coming and hides in the sea of black robes, using her height to her advantage. She manages to take MC by surprise and hug them first. Her hiding and hunting skills would make any Kneazle proud. "If you thought you'd get to me first, you had another thing coming. Missed you too. Have you been as worried as I have been over the beasts in The Room? Deek is an incredibly capable elf, there were quite a few-" She's silenced by MC hugging her tighter.

[otakusheep15]

Hey, sorry if your requests are full, and don't bother if you don't want to do it. But, I have four autoimmune conditions, and I'm wondering if you can make the Obey Me brothers (and any others you want) react to them. I have arthritis, which, for me, means the cartilage between my joints swells, causing pain, especially when it rains, snows, etc. I also have Ehlers-Danlos syndrome, which is hyper flexibility (that with my arthritis means my joints pop out of place a lot), and I have localized scleroderma which means "hardening of the skin" and anywhere I get hurt has a chance of becoming a scleroderma spot which is where my immune system attacks the muscle underneath it, causing silvery bruised areas that dent in and i scar super easily. I have one big one right over my shoulder blade. And finally I have multi-connective-tissue-disease which means I have symptoms of other autoimmune conditions, the most noticeable one if occasionally my lungs try to fill with fluid (not bad enough that I can't breath, but enough that my lungs feel half the size). I got all of these diagnoses between the ages of 10 and 14. If you want to only do one or two of these, it'll be fine, but I haven't been able to find anything remotely close to this in someone else's posts. I do have a high pain tolerance, so I can still do almost anything others can do (except the monkey bars 🥲), and I walk with a cane on bad days. Stress does make my conditions worse. (Also, Mammon and Levi are my faves, and I like Asmo less.) Thanks a lot if you decide to do this! 😊

Of course, I can absolutely do this! I'm not the most familiar with autoimmune conditions, so a lot of what I mention is coming from google research and outside sources. If anything sounds incorrect, please let me know so I can fix it!

Also, so that this can relate to as many people as possible, I'm going to try and keep the specifics vague. I hope that's alright!

So, first things first: the Devildom is not exactly the most accommodating for you. It's unfortunate but it's true. If you need anything specific, you need to let someone (like Lucifer, Barbatos, or Diavolo) know so that they can better help you during your stay. Otherwise, you'll pretty much be on your own.

The first couple of weeks are a struggle. As you're getting to know everyone, not many of them are willing to help you immediately. As you make pacts and form bonds, they're more willing to understand your condition(s) and help you out, but it takes a while.

Getting around the Devildom is probably your biggest struggle, especially if you use any sort of mobility aid, or if you're less physically capable. Everything was built with demons in mind, and demons are already more advanced than the average human, so you can imagine how someone with your condition(s) might fare.

Luckily, you have all of the Devildom's most powerful demons on your side, and they're more than happy to help you once you've made connections. If there's a long set of stairs you can't get up, Mammon or Beel will absolutely carry you. If you need to take a break and catch your breath, Levi and Belphie will stick with you so you don't feel lonely. If someone is making fun of you or bullying you, Asmo, Lucifer, and Satan are all ready to throw hands on your behalf.

You also (somewhat accidentally) help bring about a lot of change to the Devildom. Diavolo sees how often you struggle to get around, what with all of the demon-centric architecture, and decides that it needs to change, especially if he wants to better relations with humans. He makes a lot of areas more accessible to those with mobility aids, and he also makes sure to place more rest stops (such as benches) around places that didn't previously have many places to rest. He also introduces more education on autoimmunity into RAD so that more demons can know about all the different types of conditions a human can have.

If you're having a bad pain day, your favorite brother is by your side the entire time, tending to your every need. Since the request mentioned Levi and Mammon, I'll use them as examples.

Mammon is lowkey worrying over you if you're having a bad pain day, but he's doing his best. Most of his day is spent grabbing things around the house for you. He brings you water, cooks you food, and finds sources of entertainment for you. If you have any sort of ointments or creams applied to your skin, he's very gentle with you as he helps you. He's also good at massages if you think it'll help you. If you desperately need to go somewhere, he is picking you up and carrying you there himself.

Levi is surprisingly good at taking care of you. He originally wanted to keep you in his room, but he realized his bathtub might not be comfortable to you while you're in pain, so he stays in your room. He brings plenty of snacks and drinks, as well as games and anime to keep you entertained. Most of your time is spent cuddling in bed while watching comfort anime. He does worry about accidentally making your pain worse somehow, but he does his best.

Overall, having any sort of autoimmune condition will definitely be a struggle during your time in the Devildom, but it gets better as you spend time there. You have a great support system of demons ready at your beck and call, all more than willing to take care of you.

[bitterkarmaa]

“What kind of psychopath has 1,273 unread emails?” feels very much like a moon and eclipse interaction lol

Absolutely. This one’ll be shorter, but I just HAD to do it because the concept is so funny.

“What kind of psychopath has 1,273 unread emails?”

-Moon & Eclipse-

“What are you doing at my computer?”

Moon’s voice fills the room, full of disdain and suppressed rage, but Eclipse barely gives him a glance. Instead, he’s staring at the screen as if he’s either seen a ghost, or found a sketchy website with advertisements that no one would ever want to see.

If it’s the latter, Moon would beat his ass into next week.

“Have you ever opened an email in your life?”

Eclipse’s response catches him off guard, so, for a moment, Moon stands in silence. A confused look falls over his face, then, in the next moment, he’s furious.

“You’ve been going through my emails?!” The night-themed jester shouts, but this doesn’t seem to startle Eclipse enough to make his retreat. Instead, he slowly turns to Moon with his hands clasped together, face scrunched up as if he’s unsure whether his next comment will get him killed. Narrowed red eyes pierce into dented orange and black metal.

“Perhaps.”

Eclipse can’t help the sly smile that slips onto his face as he watches Moon switch from furious to absolutely livid.

“I’m going to break you into little bitty pieces.”

Moon’s tone makes some of Eclipse’s confidence waiver. His smile fades into a grimace.

“Please don’t.” He responds curtly, quickly stepping back as Moon lunges forwards, one hand barely managing to grasp Eclipse’s arm. He tugs in an attempt to get the other to release him, but…that look in Moon’s eyes stomps his remaining hope into the dirt and leaves it to die.

“Dude, come on. We can talk about this.” Eclipse chuckles nervously, finally able to wrench his arm out of Moon’s grip. Eclipse staggers back, catching himself before he can topple over and make himself look even worse.

“Why were you looking through my shit?” Moon’s voice is barely above a growl, borderline threat seeping into his words.

“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.” Eclipse retorts, quirking a brow as Moon crosses his arms challengingly.

“We won’t know unless we try, hm?” He taps his foot in anticipation. Wow. Like a parent scolding a child, wagging that finger except more subtly- just enough to portray annoyance, nothing more.

“….I sent you an email that contained a file of funny cat memes and I wanted to check if you opened it.”

The silence stretches on after Eclipse’s confession. Neither of them move. All they do is stare wide-eyed at each other.

After what feels like a decade, Moon slowly lets out a vent, his previous anger leaving his body, being replaced by lax annoyance. Eclipse plays with his fingers as he watches the younger piece of kill code calm himself down, all while staring at Eclipse with a blank expression.

It’s just a little unnerving, since…

KC wore that same face, except masked by a smile instead of a frustrated frown.

“Why couldn’t you just, like, I don’t know, message me with the file?” Moon drags his hands down his face, creating an awful scraping noise that quickly seems to agitate Eclipse, since he moves forwards and grabs Moon’s wrists so fast that the night-themed animatronic has to blink a few times to process.

“…I don’t know how.”

Moon can’t help but show his surprise at that admission, barely reacting as Eclipse releases him again and pulls his hands close to his chest, looking nervous and ashamed. He…Eclipse isn’t like this. What’s so bad about not knowing how to do something? Why does he look so…

Scared?

“You’ve called Blood before.” Moon murmurs quizzically, falling into a subdued silence as Eclipse’s rays shrink in, making him look awfully small and pathetic. Was that the point of that function? He never fully understood why someone would want to appear smaller.

“That’s…different.” Eclipse mumbles under his breath.

“No, it’s not. Calling and sending messages uses the same database. The basic functionality is coded into-“ Moon abruptly cuts himself off, realization hitting him like a brick fired from a high-caliber rifle.

Eclipse must know what Moon’s silence means, because, soon enough, he has withered away into a bundle of nervous fidgeting and embarrassment that forces his gaze to the floor.

“You’re…still learning how to work a body of your own, I’m guessing?” Moon asks, and it looks like Eclipse is about to snap out some sort of retort, denial, perhaps, but that momentary vigor quickly passes. He looks as if he wants to say more, to explain the specifics of it all, but all he can muster is a nod.

“I can teach you, if you want.”

Eclipse’s one-eyed stare darts up to Moon, filled with cautious hope.

“Seriously? It’s no big deal, I can figure it out…”

Moon doesn’t know if it’s Eclipse’s tone that makes him feel obligated to help, or if it’s that stupid little twinge of ‘what caused you to act like this’ that forces all hard feelings towards the other animatronic out of his mind- either way, Moon rolls his eyes with a scoff.

“Don’t even. Just accept it, Candy Corn.” Moon teases, barking out a laugh at the shift of kicked puppy to wild wolf in Eclipse’s expression.

“Don’t call me that.”

“Alright, Corny.”

“THAT’S EVEN WORSE!”

Moon breaks down into a fit of laughter, only becoming more hysteric as his computer says, in a monotone voice from the corner of the room:

“Lol.”

Eclipse gives the console the most vicious glare he can muster without physically punching the thing.

“If I’m Candy Corn then you’re a psychopath!” Eclipse snaps, and Moon manages to stifle his laughter enough to utter a questioning hun between his deep venting.

“I mean, what kind of psychopath has 1,273 unread emails?” Eclipse smirks as the annoyance comes back onto Moon’s face.

“You counted them?!”

“I don’t know if you knew this or not, but, over the folder labeled ‘unread emails’ there’s this fancy and convenient number that tells you how many there are. You’d know this if you actually opened your emails.”

A wild chase between the two ensued for the next two hours.

[panda-of-the-trash]

Wooo new crossmare oneshot

I tried to put it in Cross´s pov but idk if it worked as well

But enjoy!

Running

I´m running

Running so fast

Panting, scared

 He can´t catch me he can´t

Turning a corner, running

Flying down the stairs, running

Finally

A wall

I rest against it, hoping

Hoping i´m safe

I look around, i´m alone

No one´s there, he isn´t there 

I sigh quietly in relief before gasping as a hand grabs my shoulder tightly 

It's him it´s him it's him

"Found you~"

Cross awoke from his nightmare with a gasp, absolutely covered in sweat he accumulated from writhing around in his bed. His hand reaching for where his soul sat as he gasped desperately for air. He looked around, eyes slowly adjusting to the darkness of his room…his room, he was in his room.

Sighing shakily, he ran his other hand down his face. "I´m okay, i´m okay, we´re okay." He looked around his room, trying to keep his vision steady by looking at certain objects. 

His eye fell on his curtains. They were dark,darker than usual. 'It's night time still? How late is it?' Slowly Cross stepped out of his sweaty bed, taking a plek outside. He could see the night guards patrolling around. He sighed, sitting back on his bed and rubbing his face. 'Yeah i´m not gonna sleep anytime soon.'

Putting on a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie, he made his way to the communal rooms. They had small kitchens there for when they had breaks and he begged to all the gods they had some more chocolate milk.

Quietly Cross looked around, satisfied when he saw no one as he slipped inside, making a beeline for the kitchen. To his luck there was indeed some chocolate milk left. But it sadly had gone bad and he cursed softly, kicking onze of the cabinets with his foot.

"What´s that poor cabinet done to you?"

Cross gave a small flinch, quickly turning around. Nightmare looked at him, emotions void from his eyes as usual. "S-sir! I-i didn´t see you there." He quickly bowed for the god standing opposite him. 

"What are you doing up. You need to go back to bed and rest. You´re no use to me tired." Nightmare told him, tentacles swaying softly. Cross had always wanted to grab them, just to know how they felt. He imagined they were smooth, despite the neverending and regenerating layer of slime.

"My apologies sir, I couldn´t sleep and went to get a beverage so that I might be able to."

"Ah, I supose the dent in the cabinet means they were out of said beverage?" Nightmare raised a brow. He didn´t seem mad, more curious and even a little bit amused.

Bashfully Cross bowed his head to the floor, not doubting that the god could feel his embarrassment. "N-no sir, there is some but it´s spoiled."

Nightmare´s tentacles stayed as the dark lord huffed a little in amusement. "Ah, I see. What was it you were looking for?" He raised his brow yet again, making his face look even more pointed than it already did.

"Ah it was….chocolate milk sir." Cross spoke softly, still feeling so embarassed. Who knows how long the king had been there. He hoped he hadn´t seem he kicked the cabinet but he was most likely already there before Cross even entered.

"Hmm, come along now." Before Cross could  process what he had said, a tentacle latched around his arm, slightly yanking him forward. He got the hint, quickly following Nightmare and soon they were walking in the king's personal corridor.

"So why are you awake in the first place?" Nightmare glanced back at him and for a moment Cross could feel that teal iris staring into the depths of his soul. "It must´ve been serious as it´s only happened now."

Cross coughed a little. "It was nothing sir. Nothing to worry about."

Nightmare scoffed. "I do not worry, I just need to know what is going on with my castle staff so that I know whether they are competent or not. And I've already felt your nightmares, so there is no use lying about it."

Cross felt his soul pulse quickened but tried to stay as calm as he could.

"...it was of your old au, yes?"

He nodded, bowing his head. "Indeed sir. They happen sometimes. But it is in the past."

Nightlare gave a small scoff, opening the door to his personal library. Cross froze. No one but Nightmare was allowed in there…so why?

"Are you going to stand there gawking at my library or are you going to come in?" Again a raised eyebrow appeared, the king sure seemed to love those.

Cross muttered an apologies, quickly following him inside. Nightmare used a tentacle to push the door closed. He went to a cabinet afterwards. Another tentacle pushed Cross down in a seat.

He wiggled slightly in the seat, uncomfortable. This was as holy a place you could be in the castle. Surely someone like him couldn´t be permitted to enter. Yet there he sat, watching his god fumble with a bottle and a glass.

"I can literally feel your curiosity, fire away." Nightmare spoke, opening the bottle.

Cross gulped a little. "Well sir..you never let anyone enter this floor, let alone this room. So I was just wondering,  why me? Why now?"

Nightmare hummed, pouring something into the glass. "Alright I retract that statement, do not fire away."

Cross covered his mouth but a little snort escaped nonetheless. He watched as the king sat opposite of him,handing him the glass. He took it carefully, peering into it. It was…chocolate milk?

Cross looked at the god on disbelief. Nightmare, of course, raised a brow back. "What? I thought you wanted chocolate milk? Drink up."

Cross kept staring at him, shocked as the god got up again and started making tea. He hesitantly took a sip to find it was not only chocolate milk, but amazing chocolate milk. He immediately started gulping it down.

"You know, i´ve never understood the deal with chocolate milk." Nightmare mumbled. "It´s so sugary sweet. And sticky."

Cross swallowed his gulp. "The sugar is energizing, the warmth leaves a pleasant feeling and it fills the stomach quite well."

Nightmare gave a small scoff,pouring some water into a kettle.

Cross watched him, observing him from behind as he put the kettle on a little stove. His tentacles twitched and swayed behind him. So ruthless yet so graceful.' He felt at ease near the king.

"Then what do you prefer to drink your grace?"

Nightmare turned around, holding up a teacup. "Tea." Cross pulled a face, earning a cackle from the king. "Not a fan I take it?"

Cross shook his head, taking another sip of his chocolate milk. "Why would I,your grace? It´s leaf water."

Nightmare snorted. "Now now, that´s quite harsh, it´s a very calling substance that is said to have healing qualities."

Cross shrugged. "Leaf water." He got a little tentacle flick in return. He snickered softly and they both continued to drink their beverage of choice. It was quiet, but not awkward.

Nightmare looked at him before speaking up. "..don´t let the nightmares take a hold of you. We both know you´re strong enough to conquer them."

Cross looked back at him, feeling a little endeared. "I won´t, your grace." He went to bow his head but had to stiffle a yawn.

Nightmare hummed, grinning softly. "I´ll trust you´ll be able to find your way back to your room?"

He nodded, standing up and taking a bow. "Thank you, your grace." Nightmare hummed, waving his hand a little. "Don´t bother, go rest."

Cross nodded and made his way to his room. As he reached it, he found himself feeling a little lighter.

'Goodnight, your grace.'

____________________________________________

This oneshot happens not so long after this one

[roppongi-division]

ARB Birthday Special 2024: Kai Quinlan

~~ April 16th ~~

"Do not judge me by my successes, judge me by how many times I fell down and got back up again."

Login Lines:

"...Hmm? No, you're not disturbing me. I was trying to come up with a theme for this song I was working on, but nothing's coming to mind, so I was taking a break. So, what's up?"

"...A present? For what? ...My birthday? ...Oh crap. That is today, isn't it? No wonder Mireya looked so frustrated with me this morning when she asked what today was. I knew it wasn't our anniversary, but..."

Voice Lines:

"35 years old, huh? ...Man, time just seems to fly by. It's been almost a decade since I officially moved here to Japan from the U.S. and became a Japanese citizen. ...It's also been 10 years since Mireya and I became husband and wife. ...Man, has it really been that long since all that? Time seems to move to fast or slow depending on the situation..."

"My fans on the radio show all wished me a 'happy birthday' and thanked me for my radio show. It was nice of them. I thanked them all for their wishes and for being members of the Wolfpac. Without them, Wolf of Shadows would be nothing."

"I got a call from my sister, Kairi. She wished me a 'happy birthday' and congratulations me and Mireya on 10 years. I was glad to catch up with her. She's doing well. ...And you're not gonna believe this, but... well, apparently, I'm going to be an uncle. ...Yup, my sister's pregnant! I'm really happy for her! She doesn't know if it's a boy or girl, but she's hoping for a girl. I'm really happy for her! I'll have to make some time to fly back home and see her when I can."

"I... I asked her how mom was doing, but... she didn't really say. Apparently, mom's cut off all contact with her. I guess she didn't approve of the news that her daughter was going to be a mom. *Sighs* I really worry about that woman. Can she never be happy for once..."

"Hey hun. ...Yes, I finally realized that today was my birthday. I'm sorry I forgot. ...Hey, would it have been worse if it was your birthday, or, Heaven forbid, our anniversary? ...Right. Shutting up now. ...Yes, yes, you're right. Thank you, babe. I really appreciate both it, and you. Thank you."

"So, what is this? ...An Orb Vinyl LP Flattener? ...Oh yeah, I was browsing this on the Internet one day. My vinyl discs were getting scratched up and they say this is supposed to repair them. Thank you very much, love. I really, really appreciate it. ...Thank you, love. I love you too."

"Hey, son. Thank you. ...Old? I'm pretty sure being in your mid 30s doesn't constitute as 'old', son. There are plenty of other people in Japan, far older than me. ...Like Jakurai, your doctor? He's one year older than me. ...Gee, thanks son. I'll be sure to remember that when your birthday rolls around in December."

"So what exactly did you give me for my birthday? Something 'old', I presume? ...LED Glasses? Oh yeah, I've seen some of the teen kids wearing these. They're supposed to light up at certain intervals, right? They look nice, but... don't they seem a little, I don't know, 'dramatic?' ...If you say so, son. Fine, I'll take and wear them. ...Yeah, thanks son."

Mireya Lines:

"Well, good morning, mi amor. I sincerely hope you recall what day it is today. ...Thank goodness. I know you get a little distracted sometimes, love, but that is no excuse to missing on important days. ...Love, if you were to forget either of those days, I'd make sure you spent the rest of this year and the next sleeping on the living room couch. *Sighs* It's moments like this that remind me of why I fell in love with you. I love you, mi amor."

"Anyway, here is your birthday gift. You mentioned that some of your old vinyl discs were getting dented and scratched, correct? Well, I saw this in the history pages on our computer and decided to purchase it. ...No problem, mi amor. I'm glad you like it. I love you, my gorgeous husband."

Zakari Lines:

"Hey pops! Happy birthday! So, how's it feel to be 'old' now? ...Of course it does! Everyone knows that reaching your mid 30s is a sign of oldness. ...Oh, Jakurai-sensei has always been old. He even acts like an old man half the time! Don't believe me? Just ask Kensaku-san over in Toyama! But don't worry, you still have him beat on cuteness! ...No problem, old man! Hahaha!"

"So, here's your birthday gift! ...They're LED glasses! I saw some of the club goers wearing these, and I thought they'd look good on you! You could wear them when you're up on stage DJing! ...'Dramatic?' Don't be ridiculous, pops! They're totally 'you'. Trust me. ...Glad you like them, pops! Happy birthday again!"

[eats-all-your-shoes]

Dissecting songs and making them Canary!Jimmy (Part 1 of ??), Girl Anachronism by The Dresden Dolls. Long post!

Part 2

i don’t know if it’s the mental illness, but it’s just so Jimmy coded to me.

“You can tell from the scars on my arms, and the cracks in my hips, and the dents in my car, and the blisters on my lips, that i’m not the carefullest of girls.” HES SO FUCKING CLUMSY HES OUT FIRST EVERY SEASON. The scars are from all of his deaths.

“You can tell from the glass on the floor, and the strings that are breaking and it keeps on breaking more, and it looks like i am shaking, but it’s just the temperature.” When people die their body temperature drops, and the strings that are breaking are the strings that the Watchers are pulling to make him have this curse as that in LimL he was really close to being second out, so his curse might finally break, but it hasn’t, yet.

“And then again, if it was any colder i could disengage and if i were any older i would act my age, but i don’t think you’d believe me.” No one believes him when he says that it’s an actual curse and not just him being stupid.

“It’s not the way i’m meant to be, it’s just the way the operation made me.” HES NOT SUPPOSED TO BE OUT FIRST, ITS BECAUSE OF THE WAY THE WATCHERS MADE HIM.

“And you can tell from the state of my room that they let me out too soon,” This one’s based on a headcanon i have that the reason Jimmy has the curse is because he was the last to leave the Evo server.

“And the pills that i ate came a couple years too late.” Again based on that headcanon, because the curse only started to show up a few years after Evo ended.

“There i go again, pretending to be you. Make believing that i have a soul beneath the surface.” He’s suffering, he’s in denial, he’s pretending that he’s someone else so that he doesn’t have to be the canary again.

“Trying to convince you it was accidentally on purpose.” OH MY GOD. HES TRYING TO CONVINCE PEOPLE THAT HES NOT JUST DUMB BUT THEY THINK HES LYING. THEY THINK ITS AN ACCIDENT, ITS ON PURPOSE.

“This passion is a plagiarism.” ITS THE SAME STORY OVER AND OVER AGAIN, HE ALWAYS HAS THE SAME ENDING, YET THE WATCHERS ALWAYS HAVE THE SAME PASSION FOR IT.

“I might join your century but only on a rare occasion.” Canary’s in coal mines are outdated, meaning he’s stuck in an older century.

“I was taken out before the labor pains set in” Jimmy was taken out of the series before it started to get serious.

“Behold the worlds worst accident!” LITERALLY HIS CURSE.

“I am the girl anachronism.” The definition for Anachronism is something that is appropriate to a time period other than the one it’s in, CANARIES ARE OUTDATED. JIMMY IS CANARY.

“And you can tell from the red in my eyes and the bruises on my thighs and the knots in my hair and the bathtub full of flies, that i’m not right now at all.” He’s spent days overthinking about why it has to be him that’s cursed, to the point where he stops taking care of himself.

“There i go again, pretending that that i’ll fall. Don’t call the doctors, they’ve seen it all before.” Everyone already knows that Jimmys going to be out first. + Canary call, first to fall.

“Though you did everything you could like any decent person would.” During LimL so many people sacrificed themselves to make Jimmy not be our first, thought it didn’t work in the end the thought was there, and it almost worked.

“But i might be catching so don’t touch.” Jimmy is scared to get close to people because he knows that they will be sad after he leaves.

“But don’t get me wet because the bandages will come off.” He’s hanging on by a thread after the emotional and physical turmoil the curse puts him though, and if anyone mentions it he will breakdown.

“I don’t necessarily believe there is a cure for this.” No one knows how the curse is going to break, or if it even will break at all.

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Thank you for reading all this! it means a lot <3 Also if you have any songs that you think are Jimmy coded TELL ME PLEASE!!

[televinita]

Things I Am So Excited To Do With My 1-2 Days Off*!!!

*1-2 days not yet guaranteed but I got to quit at 2:00 today (have to go back for at least part of tomorrow) and I am ready for a weekday break before the next project because I have crammed in soooo much fun lately, with more on deck, that I can barely remember it all at this point.

1. Process The Fall Guy: queue gifs, form some words about it maybe?, novelize!!!! do u know how long it's been since I loved something on screen enough to transform it into narrative for myself. (I do. Seven months, Loki S2. I used to have stuff, multiple things!, every week) Also figure out what actual romance novels I want to find to finish working through it.

1.5. Probably also watch it again. Maybe even in theater?? oh shoot I would have to do that tomorrow for the cheap tickets...

2. Process the Abbott Elementary finale, which somehow was incredible and actually made me ship Gregory & Janine again after the season from hell so bad that just last week, I actively declared that I was so done with them and their excruciating secondhand embarrassment and cringe interactions that I would actually be angry and icked out now if they got together??

3. Process the Survivor finale and the 2700 feelings I am having about EVERYONE in the final 3 (so good!! which I would not have believed at the beginning of the season if you'd told me) and, once again, the several novels through which I would like to process this.

4. Reading triage? / generally process the absurd amount of library checkouts I already have and yet just replenished again so I can make some kind of reading plan to actually enjoy them

5. Sit outside and read! (I did this for a bit today, was great)

6. Write Goodreads reviews (I am like 10 behind)

7. Find a new movie to watch because I finally splurged on a bag of fire-roasted sweet corn flavored popcorn and omg the flavor is amazing, even better than the best microwave popcorn. I've only let myself sample a small taste so far because it would be so perfect with a ridiculous movie.

8. Process the (possibly absurd) number of things I found at Half Price Books this weekend during their 20% off sale because i did something bad (pretended I did not already buy an absurd # of books at library sales last month and went to four locations. but all their clearance sections were so full and fruitful even on the 3rd and final day of said sale!!)

9. Clean?? I would like to clear the area around the work table enough to vacuum it out. The entire dining nook, if possible. Maybe even move the table all the way off the rug, shake it out and vacuum underneath that? (this is definitely a full-day project...but I also have two books I'm specifically interested in listening to as audiobooks, at regular speed)

10. Write my book posts for the other blog for June 11th & 18th, two weeks I will absolutely be too busy to focus on for such fun Top Ten Tuesday topics.

11. Off #7, sample the many delicious things that either I or my husband have bought lately (we each have our favorite grocery store that the other basically never goes to, and we have cleaned UP on sales and/or splurged on limited-edition items lately. it will actually take me multiple days to work through even trying them, so as not to overload my system with too much junk)

12. Visit parents

13. Get books ready to sell to Half Price (there's no way I'm going even make a dent in undoing the absurd hauls, but I gotta at least try! the thrill of the new books pushed at least four titles I was on the fence about relinquishing firmly into the "bye bye bye" camp)

14. Take at least one nice long walk; the weather is so good this week!!!

15. LAUNDRY

16. I have to return at least one library item and make two pickup stops also (but I think, I hope??) that's it for the errand-running I have to do at least

17. Catch up on BookTube!! Ohmigosh I've been so busy having fun offline I haven't watched any videos in like a week.

[myfairstarlight]

A Joyous Fair

AO3 Link.

Rating: G

Pairings: Susato Mikotoba/Haori Murasame (Rei Membami). Side Kazuma Asogi/Ryunosuke Naruhodo + mentioned Gina Lestrade/Maria Gorey

Written for Susahao Week 2022. Day 3: AU/Modern Day

Word count: 3k

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Susato finds herself almost longing for the time when Kazuma was not very fond of parties or outings, too focused on his studies and her to even care about making friends. Then he went to college and started his internship at Wright Anything Agency where he met the boss’ younger cousin who, Susato has to assume, developed an instant crush and kept inviting Kazuma to various outings over the months.

Her brother is, like always, completely oblivious to the whole ordeal and Susato almost feels bad for Ryunosuke. But she mostly feels bad for herself because she finds herself to be the one person the guy decides to confide his unsuccessful attempts at dates to.

“I’ve tried every trick in the books!” Ryunosuke complains that day, once again, while Susato is trying to do her homework on the stairs leading towards the Asogi residence, waiting for Kazuma to show up. After starting university, Kazuma moved out to move into his parents’ old house that he still owned as per Genshin Asogi’s will, since the house was closer to Ivy University but also his internship and he wanted some independence, Susato supposes, even if he’s close enough that she and their father can visit often.

The Mikotoba house sure is much quieter now that Kazuma isn’t there every day, though.

“Crazy idea but have you considered telling him you’re taking him on dates?”

"You can give me lessons when you finally figure out what’s going on with you and Haori, alright?” Ryunosuke replies.

Susato’s pen slips, creating a hard line across a complicated equation she just figured out in her head and now everything has vanished from her mind. Haori may be her one weakness. She met the girl only at the beginning of the year since their lockers were next to each other, and Haori single-handedly put a dent in Susato’s study-focused mind with a simple smile and a gentle “hi”. Before she could understand it, Susato found herself drawn to her and slowly, but surely, she found her way into the friend group Haori already had, befriending Gina and then Gina’s girlfriend Maria with relative ease.

It took a few weeks and a lot of teasing from her family to realise that what she was feeling was a crush. She can’t be blamed, she thought she’d never meet anyone who could elicit the passionate feelings she reads in novels.

“That’s completely different!” she objects. “Pretty sure she’s straight anyway. My brother is not and he does not hide it.”

“Uh uh,” Ryunosuke says, thoroughly unconvinced.

Susato sighs. “Listen, there’s a fair next weekend. Go to the haunted house with him or the Ferris Wheel!”

“Susato, I am terrified of both.”

“Even more perfect, you’ll have an excuse to cling to him!” Susato counters and to her merit, Ryunosuke actually considers the option. “Or you can try to win him one of those giant stuffed animals, he loves those. Don’t tell him I told you that though.”

“They’re rigged though.”

“Well, you’re not wrong about that. It’s the effort that counts though?”

Ryunosuke doesn’t get to reply because Kazuma suddenly appears, his shadow looming over them as he looks over Susato’s homework.

“Your second answer is wrong,” her brother says and she promptly closes her notebook. One thing she didn’t miss is Kazuma monitoring her work, she has enough to catch up to when she intends on pursuing the same career as him, already.

“Took you long enough, Kazuma,” Ryunosuke says as he stands up.

“Lost my binder somewhere and all my other ones were in the wash,” Kazuma replies with a shrug. “So, what were you talking about?”

“The fair next weekend,” Susato promptly answers. “I was telling Ryunosuke it would be a nice break. It’s after your exams too, isn’t it? And it would be the beginning of my break.”

Kazuma hums. “You think I can manage to drag Barok to it? Dude really needs to loosen up but he’s allergic to parties.”

Susato catches Ryunosuke pouting at the mention of the TA in Kazuma’s criminal justice course. The man is a social recluse and yet apparently Kazuma has bothered him enough to become some sort of friends. From what Susato understands, Kazuma’s late father and Barok’s late brother used to know each other. Susato met him one afternoon as she visited Kazuma and Barok was there, helping her brother with an assignment. Never mind that the assignment was not about criminal justice whatsoever but she didn’t exactly dare make a remark under the intimidating gaze of the British man.

They’re not dating, as far as Susato is aware, and Barok seems too emotionally constipated for that anyway. She is rooting for Ryunosuke, but she struggles to understand if her brother is even interested in either of them.

“Should we invite Herlock too then?” Ryunosuke says, the TA in his English Literature class.

“No way! Then dad will want to come, I love him but I don’t need him over my shoulder the whole day,” Susato protests. “I can bring Gina, Maria and Haori though.”

“Wait no, we need to invite Herlock, so Iris will be there and she can convince Barok to come!” Kazuma counters. “He’d never miss the opportunity to see his niece.”

“But dad will embarrass us!” Susato does not whine. “And why are you so hellbent on bringing Barok anyway?”

“Have you seen him? He looks like a vampire, I want to drag him to the haunted house and see if he’d scare them. Or if anything fazes him. Really, I just want to get a reaction out of him outside of annoyance.”

“I— You know what, I’m curious too now.”

Ryunosuke sends her a betrayed look.

“I know! We must do this. Oh, and I’ve heard there will be a love tunnel this year…” Kazuma trails off suggestively. “I know who to trap in there.”

“You can’t really force people on rides though…” Ryunosuke comments. “Also Barok would kill you.”

“Who said he’s the one I wanna trap there?” Kazuma grins like the Cheshire Cat. “Come on partner, your deductions are usually better than that.”

“Um…”

Susato tunes them out for the rest of the way to the library as she texts Haori the plan for next weekend.

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In the end, Kazuma drags both Barok and Ryunosuke to the haunted house first — he’s holding their hands for god’s sake — and Susato watches them with a bemused smile on her lips. It seems her brother’s obliviousness has reached such an absurd level, he isn’t even aware of how his actions look to the outsider and how both Ryunosuke and Barok follow him like docile puppies.

“Should we go to the haunted house too?” Susato asks Haori who stiffens. She chuckles. “I’ll take that as a no.”

“I’d hate to accidentally hurt an actor, you know my first instinct is to punch when I’m scared…” Haori says and yeah, Susato knows, she does that while watching scary movies too. She just punches the air before hiding behind her sleeves, which is greatly endearing. “And— wait, where are Gina and Maria?”

A look around gives them the answer. Maria is dragging a reluctant Gina towards the haunted house as well. Maria might as well have stars in her eyes as she stares up at the attraction before going in, Gina’s arm firmly in her hands.

“Guess everyone went in,” Susato comments and now she actually is curious to know if it is worth the hype. She hardly ever is scared herself.

“Your dad, Iris and Herlock decided on the Ferris Wheel instead, I’d rather go there.”

Susato looks at her sceptically. She knows Haori handles heights as much as Ryunosuke, which means not at all.

“Let’s go try to win some prizes,” Susato decides instead.

Haori frowns. “But they’re rigged.” Wow, she and Ryunosuke really would get on well if they spent more time together.

“And I’m determined.”

“Susato… don’t,” her friend sighs.

“Now I’m taking it as a challenge.”

Haori smiles, fond and exasperated. “In those moments I realise how much alike you and your brother are.”

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So they go through every stand, Haori convincing Susato to only try each game once so they don’t waste too much money. Susato manages to win multiple small plushies from claw machines, a bubble-making thingy from the ring tosser game that Susato suspects won’t last more than a week, nothing from the basketball one — Haori had to physically drag her away — and by the time they reach the shooting range game, Kazuma and Ryunosuke have exited the haunted house and joined them.

“Where’s Barok?” Susato asks, deciding to ignore how pale Ryunosuke looks and how he’s clinging to Kazuma’s headband as if his life depended on it.

“With Iris. She and I may have pushed dad and Herlock into the queue for the love tunnel, so,” Kazuma answers, oh so that’s who he wanted to trap there. “I had promised her and Barok to find a way to get them out of the way for a bit.”

“Ryunosuke, are you okay…?” Haori eventually asks.

Ryunosuke shakily nods. “F-Fine.”

“He accidentally punched an actor in an attempt to protect me and he still feels bad about it,” Kazuma says, looking fond. “But anyway, have you managed to win anything interesting? I’ve been eyeing that huge teddy bear over there…”

“Hah! No way, I will be winning that one for Haori!” Susato exclaims.

Before Haori or Kazuma could respond to that, Ryunosuke suddenly seems to regain his senses and steps forward, facing Susato head-on. “Absolutely not, I will.”

“What?” Both Haori and Kazuma ask, thoroughly confused.

“This is a shooting range, Ryunosuke,” she reminds him. “We both know who has the advantage here with a gun.”

“But I have a better aim than you as an archer.”

“Guns and bows are very different weapons though,” Kazuma points out but Ryunosuke cuts him off with a hand on his mouth.

“Shush partner, I’m doing this for you.”

And Susato is momentarily distracted when she sees her brother falter and blush. She chances a glance at Haori who is equally stunned at the sight. Her eyes meet her friend’s and a silent conversation ensues.

You don’t mind if I let him win right?

Absolutely not.

I’ll win you another teddy bear later.

Oh, Susato you don’t need to.

I insist!

Ryunosuke clears his throat, handing her a rifle. “So?”

Susato smiles. “You’re on.”

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“You think he noticed you purposely missed the targets?” Haori inquires later, now carrying a medium-sized teddy bear Susato ended up winning instead of the giant one.

Susato huffs as she tries to rearrange her hair without a mirror. A few rogue strands had fallen off during her friendly competition with Ryunosuke at the shooting range. Sure, she let him win but purposely missing targets was surprisingly difficult, ok?

“Probably not. Kazuma did, though.”

“Hey, let me…” Haori starts, handing her the teddy bear before standing behind her. Susato frowns, about to ask her what she is doing, when she feels careful fingers tread through her hair, undoing the knots and taking away her hair ties.

Soon enough, long bangs fall over her eyes and she blows on them to regain some kind of vision.

“I constantly forget your hair is longer than mine,” Haori muses.

“I probably should get a haircut soon…” Susato replies. Or ask Kazuma when he has the time.

“Are you ever gonna cut it short?”

Mm. Susato thought about it but she likes being able to try so many different hairstyles. “Don’t think so,” she settles for saying.

She feels a pin being secured at the back of her head as Haori continues to carefully comb her hair with idle fingers.

“Watching Ryunosuke and Kazuma… it made me wonder…” Susato starts tentatively, earning an inquisitive hum from her friend. “Have you ever thought of dating?”

The fingers pause in her hair. “Have you? You’ve always been so focused on school…”

“That’s not answering my question.”

A beat passes before Haori resumes putting Susato’s hair up, another pin being secured on the side of her head, carefully removing one big strand that was obscuring Susato’s view.

“I have,” Haori answers eventually. Yeah, Susato suspected as much, out of the two of them, Haori has always been the most vocal about the crushes she gets. “But it wouldn’t amount to anything.”

“How can you be sure?”

Haori doesn’t reply for a while, opting to focus instead on finishing Susato’s hair in silence. Susato indulges her, instinctively clutching the teddy bear in her arms a bit more strongly than needed. In the distance, she can still see their friends go about around the fair. The sun is starting to set and yet, no one seems preoccupied with it, or tired from a whole day running around.

Susato hasn’t felt this much bliss in a long time since Kazuma moved out.

Finally, the last pin is secured and Haori walks back in front of her, prying the teddy bear away from her arms with gentle, if not a little trembling hands. Susato takes a steady breath as she lifts her eyes to meet the grey of her friend’s.

“So… who is it?” Susato asks then.

Haori falters, smile a bit more uncertain as her cheeks turn pink. “Susato…” Susato nods and waits. A beat passes. Haori sighs. “… You’re as oblivious as your brother.”

“I—!”

“That was my answer, it’s you,” Haori confesses. “But, ah, I know it made you uncomfortable that one time I actually tried to be more straightforward and flirt with you so. Honestly, I’m just happy to be your friend.” Susato stares, the words not computing in her mind, apparently. “Uh… I broke you. I’m just gonna—”

“Wait!” Susato panics, grabbing Haori’s hand before she could walk away. “I just— needed to be sure I wasn’t dreaming. When was that?”

Haori frowns, now holding the teddy bear in one arm. “Uh, I don’t know, sometime last month? Oh! It was after our English class while we were reading from Romeo and Juliet.”

“Wait, really?” She remembers that day, she had decided to dress more masculine as an experiment after Kazuma had encouraged her and lent her some of his clothes that surprisingly fit — which made her feel giddy. It just happened that that day they also had to study Romeo and Juliet in class and she volunteered to read as Romeo while Haori joyfully volunteered for Juliet.

And she does remember Haori being a little more flirty after the class but she had wrongfully assumed it was because she decided to be more masculine that day and she was staying somewhat in character—

Haori clears her throat. “Listen I’m embarrassed enough—”

“Can I kiss you?” Susato blurts out.

Silence. They stare at each other, the two of them breathless, somehow, and Susato feels like her heart is about to burst.

“Alright I feel like we jumped a hundred steps here,” Haori chuckles, looking away and half-hiding behind the teddy bear.

She gotta stop being so cute.

“I’d like to think of it as catching up,” Susato counters, tightening her hold on her friend’s hand. “I thought you only liked guys.”

“Wow, you’ve really been oblivious, huh.”

“Hey!”

Haori laughs, this time more from a genuine feeling of joy than out of nervousness. “I guess I can’t fault you, I only talked about my silly boy crushes with you but every time I was actually talking about you. I thought you would have connected the dots eventually, but turns out that’s one subject where you don’t excel.”

There’s this guy… always has his nose in a book. We don’t share a lot of classes but he always makes sure to greet me and ask me if I’ve done all the work.

Oh, this other guy always holds the door for me and he bows when I thank him! I mean it’s a little much but it’s cute.

This boy is so smart but he never makes me feel like I’m dumb either, you know? He helps me with homework and stuff and it’s nice.

Maria and Gina are getting so tired of hearing me talk about this boy, but I can’t help it! He just has the sweetest smile and is always so confident, God, I wonder what it must feel like, to have his undivided attention. I’d feel like the luckiest girl on earth!

Haori was talking about her all these times?

“You could have told me…” she whispers, full of wonder and relief.

Haori smiles. “Well, you never showed any interest in any of this romance stuff and I didn’t want to impose, I don’t know. I did ask Kazuma for advice once and he just sighed. Like!” She huffs. “One question and he looked like he wanted to die from exasperation! Rude. Your brother is rude.”

“Yeah, that’s probably my fault,” Susato groans, fighting the urge to hide behind her hands now. “I’ve bothered him about my crush on you ever since I met you.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah.”

“Huh.”

A pause. Susato suddenly laughs. “We’re kind of idiots.”

Haori smiles, her hand turning in Susato’s so their fingers interlock. “I guess we are.”

“So… what now?”

“I’ve never seen you so unsure of yourself, it’s almost refreshing,” Haori teases gently. “Well now, let me thank you for today and all the gifts you won for me.”

And perhaps it is always meant to be this simple, Susato thinks idly, as she lets herself be pulled forward and gentle lips meet her own in a chaste kiss. Haori’s floral scent envelops her senses, wrapping around her heart like a luring spell. Susato smiles against her lips, bringing her free hand to the other girl’s cheek, cradling her face closer.

“Does this count as our first date, then?” Haori asks eventually when they pull away.

“If it is I definitely need to win you a real giant teddy bear now!” she replies.

“Susato…”

But Susato only grins, leading the both of them back to the shooting range stand.

In the end, this whole outing was kind of a quadruple date. Next time, I want us to be alone though.

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[af-daemonicus]

"Oh darling, don't you see it's already too late?"

A wave of confusion hits you. Too late for what? You'd given in only to my kisses so far, and despite now having been led up to the bed, nothing more had happened. All you'd done now was... say no. Then, I see the gorgeous shift to a slightly darker blue in your eyes, as I watch the fear sink in. Too late to say no? Surely not. You'd seen some sort of desire, lust maybe in how I had been looking at you, but you know me. I wouldn't do anything to harm you, would I? Before you can even begin to start forming all of these questions into coherent speech, my mouth is on yours once again, and my tongue is slowly forcing its way down your throat, caressing yours as it does so.

Your hands meet my chest as you attempt to push me off, finally feeling the ability to protest this come back to you, and at first, it seems as if it has worked. Until, that is, you feel your back, shoulders and head all break contact with the bed beneath you. You look up at me holding you up by your collar, a dark expression forming. "Who told you you were allowed to touch, hmm? Pieces of meat like you don't get to do anything unless I tell you, got it?"

You feel your back slam down onto the bed again, and before you can even think of moving something heavy is already weighing down on your chest. My knee, pressed firmly between your ribs, prevents you from seeing much further, but you feel as I start to deftly undo your trousers before sliding them off, followed by my own. Our shirts are next as I move to straddle your waist, further ensuring no escape and leaving nothing but two thin pieces of fabric between us as I lean in towards you. My hot breath hits the soft flesh of your neck, just below your ear, causing a slight shiver to be sent down your spine.

"Look at you; already so weak, darling." "W-what do you mean? No, I'm not!"; the conviction in your response was undercut by the tremor in your voice. "You don't seem so sure, my angel. You really ought to be able to get away from you, I'm not trying all that hard to stop you. Go on, try it."

A sinking feeling forms in your chest at my challenge, and as your arms move to push me, your trembling hands can barely push in enough to dent the soft flesh of my chest, let alone cause any movement. The look in your eyes as you look back up data me screams a million questions of how, but your throat closes up and you can't even manage one. My lips meet yours again, tenderly at first as if to reassure you, but this hope is fleeting and you soon feel a cold sensation drawn along your leg. Confident that you won't manage an escape, I move to sit on my knees beside you, and as I do you catch sight of what it is that caused that sensation. In my hand, the light bouncing off it as it moves is a blade. Small but sharp, you watch as the blunt edge makes it up to your inner thigh before I twist it in my grasp and press the very tip of the edge against the tender flesh; not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough for you to be well aware of the threat. My hand moves once again, and you recoil - looking away as you fear the worst. Tentatively you look back down after the movement stops, and you notice an absence of pain. Instead of cutting your skin, you notice that the fabric that had separated us has been cut free from your body.

"Now then, baby.", the hand holding the blade makes its way up your body and rests dangerously close to your throat, "I am tired of waiting to take what I want from you, so here's what's going to happen. I'm going to stroke your cock, and every time you make even the faintest noise, I'm going to cut into you. Each time deeper, as I drain the blood from you. When you make a noise, and you will, my hand will also move up from your chest and closer to your throat. The choice is yours here, my darling. Either you try to stay quiet for as long as you can, inevitably drawing out this process, or you give in to your fate and accept the inevitable by not holding back. Understood?" You manage what counts as barely a nod as my hand wraps around you.

Watching your pained expression form as you struggle to keep quiet only fuels my desire for you, and it isn't long until my soft hand around your eager cock begins to draw out helpless whimpers from you. The first nick doesn't break the skin, simply leaving a raised red reminder of your fate, but the second pulls droplets of a beautiful sanguine elixir from beneath your skin. I lean forward, and you anticipate my mouth to meet your body and begin to drain you. That is until you watch my head tilt backwards and my eyes roll back, and with what sounds almost like a soft moan you see my form shift as a pale, fleshy tendril begins to grow from me and attaches itself to you. While it all looked smooth as it formed, you feel now an almost leech-like connection as it convulses, drawing blood into me. This new sight, the sensation and knowledge of how powerless you are end your adamance to try to stay quiet, and soon you don't fight off any of the sounds you make. More and more tendrils form to drink from the crimson ichor you gift to me, and it isn't long before you're left too weak to hold back. With a pitiful noise of fear and disappointment, I feel you throb in my hand one last time before you release the pleasure that has been building within you.

As I watch you give in to me, blacking out momentarily, I know that I have the perfect opportunity to take something more from you. Keeping the tendrils attached to you, I pull you down the bed slightly and lower my cunt over your mouth - already agape from the pleasure that left you in this state. My hips move rhythmically as I fuck myself on your mouth, using your body even after you've temporarily given up on operating it. Even without being conscious, my hungry cunt is able to pull your tongue inside me to further my pleasure. There are moments when I hear your frail body click and crack below me, and I'm not entirely sure if you're able to breathe while smothered by my ass and cunt, but that's unimportant compared to what I am doing. It isn't until I have nearly taken it from you that you awaken, and you can do nothing but watch as I reach my own climax. As I do, you feel a painful tug within you, and then an almost electric connection between our bodies as your soul is drawn from you and consumed in a way not too dissimilar to how I had been draining you of your blood not long before.

Something about our connection in that moment tells you that most of what I have taken is already being digested within me as fuel, but you notice a silverish shimmer course through my tendrils. You don't know how you know, most of your own thoughts are long gone by now after so long of taking them through my kiss or with your blood, but you recognise it as remnants of what I have just taken - your soul. Barely conscious still, you look on as I pull myself off you. My body comes away, but the tendrils stay attached, instead now shifting and slithering along your damaged pale form and wrapping around you. You watch a smile form on my face that seems to resemble that of someone who has just finished a large serving of their favourite food. My movements may seem a little slower now, but you recognise the increase in power I have just by sight alone.

"Mmn, fuck, baby. You taste far too good. Usually, I'd be done with you, simply consuming the remainder of your flesh for the small amounts of energy and blood I'd missed. But not you. You are something far more special than my usual fuel. So you'll stay here, kept barely alive with the small bit of energy I've let you keep, and enough of a connection to your soul in the fragments that power what bind you that you'll regenerate small bits of that energy between our visits. You'll stay with me, I can provide for you. I can nurse you back up to health so that I can keep taking for a little longer. It won't be permanent - eventually, your soul will grow too weak to sustain you, and I'll consume you like the rest. But for now, my dear, you get to help me. Even when you're too weak to be a good food source, I'm sure your pitiful body will make such a good fuck toy for me. Now rest up, alright? You'll need it."

You can't get a good look at me as I leave from the way you are bound, but you hear the door close and the sound wane until my footsteps fade to nothingness. You have nothing now; you're left exposed, broken and frail on the bed, legs held apart. Your conscience slowly starts to fade again, until you realise that the position you have been left in was no coincidence. An errant tendril pushes slowly inside you, massaging you from the inside and robbing you of true rest. All that's left for you now until my return are endless waves of pleasure that quickly surpass even overstimulation and become a numbness that keeps you from sleep. That's all you feel now; you feel numb. You are numb. You are nothing.

[enigmatic-robin]

Alone Together

Jonathan Crane/ Edward Nygma

words: 1558

Summary: a mass Arkham breakout has Gotham citizens off the streets, leaving them empty. The escapees appreciate this quiet time immensely.

A/N: this is absolutely based on this drawing from Finzphoenix

Is it exactly the same? No, I made the boys more… kinda a mix of all the medias? Instead of committing to one, so it’s not Arkham Scriddler. It’s just a cute fluff thing I wrote cause I’m sick and figured it would cheer me up.

Of course if Finz has a problem with this I’m more than happy to remove it or make changes, because this really wouldn’t exist without their art and I don’t wanna step on any toes.

The streets were bare; not just quiet, but deserted in a way only news of a mass Arkham escape could cause. Everyone locked themselves up in the safest place they could think of as dangerous criminals flooded the street with months of pent up aggression to release.

Edward appreciated the silence after months of no privacy, taking in the fresh air and the sky, illuminated softly by the moon behind orange clouds.

Orange?

He grinned, slightly more bounce in his step as he strode down the silent street illuminated by the lights. Now that he knew to look, he could see a shadow on the edge of an alley, still but definitely human.

“Jon? Is that you?” Edward called, approaching with an easy grin. The silhouette creeped out of the alley, approaching the light of the street lamp. Jon had clearly stopped for his scarecrow coat on his way out of Arkham, hood up to keep his face as hidden from Gotham as he could. Edward felt underdressed for once, still in his Arkham beige shirt with green and purple question marks hastily added around the bottom of the shirt and the cuffs in marker in the rec room.

“Edward, what a lovely surprise” he drawled, deadpan. Edward couldn’t tell if he was surprised, or if he’d been expecting. It wasn’t important, not now. Edward stopped a few feet from him, holding a hand out to Jonathan. He smiled one of his most charming smiles, and honestly Jonathan was lucky to be on the receiving end of such a rare expression.

“Why don’t you join me?” He offered, watching Jon’s eyes flick from his face to his outstretched hand and back. The taller man finally nodded, brushing past Edward and his outstretched hand.

“Come on then, don’t just stand there”

“I- hey! That was rude,” the redhead fumed, catching up and falling in step with Jonathan.

“You expect all the Rogues to be nice to you, or am I special?” Jonathan chuckled slightly, putting a hand on Edward’s shoulder.

“Well I expect my-“ friend? Colleague? Lover? “…. I expect you to at least be civil. Oswald is- usually polite. Dent half and half, Selina can be agreeable, and Harley is a doll. Seeing as you’re friends with the latter, I expected some manners from you; clearly an oversight,” Edward huffed, trying not to tense his muscles under Jonathan’s touch.

“Oh did you now?” Jonathan smirked, only the bottom half of his face- his mouth and the scar that bisected it- visible in the street’s lights.

Well, and his pupillary frill, because of course you could see that orange bright as day.

“Harley doesn’t tolerate certain behavior, and your teeth don’t look fake to me, so obviously she hasn’t bashed you in the face with a mallet-“

“-Like It’d make any difference to my face at this point-“

“-Shut it, don’t interrupt me. Anyways, you can’t be this mean to her. Why do I get all of your ire?”

“We’ve gotten drunk together. I know shit you don’t want me to, and vice versa. Makes us closer, whether we wanna be or not”

“Oh that’s not the only thing we’ve-“

“If you don’t stop talking for at least three minutes I’m gonna pull the breaks on this little walk” Jonathan warned, getting a small noise of contempt in return. Humming… wasn’t against the rules. Just talking. He could live with that.

It was a short silence before Edward started humming, shrugging Jonathan’s hand off his shoulder, letting it slide down his arm. He caught his hand before it could be taken away. He was met with a sigh, but his hand hadn’t been taken back; success.

Edward continued humming, pressing his arm against Jonathan’s to minimize the space between them.

“If you think I’m gonna make these two and a half more minutes easier on you, you’re wrong. You’re keeping your mouth to yourself” the scarred man half-joked, knowing Edward wouldn’t be able to easily kiss him unless Jon leaned down, which he had no plan to do. Edward, however, didn’t look deterred. He just hummed, swinging their interlocked hands childishly.

If Jonathan was amused, he hid it well. Edward pressed into his side harder, his free hand coming up and brushing against the scar bisecting Jonathan’s lip.

“Did I ever tell you how I got that one? Apparently, Arkham has me down as a ‘spit risk’. Said they couldn’t transport me til they put one’a those Hannibal style fucking bite masks on me, and hell if I was gonna make it easy. Got it slammed into my mouth real hard before they could situate it and lock it down.” Jonathan explained, clearly amused. Edward chuckled, eyeing Crane’s small smile with pride. He let the hand in his face fall back to his side, humming along as he had been.

“Someone’s in a good mood. Miss me that much?”

It was clearly a taunt, but Edward nodded, lifting their interlocked hands to brush against his lips.

“Times up, Jon” he taunted, raising their hands higher to spin himself around without hitting them. He grinned charmingly, but more naturally than usual, looking into the glow of Jonathan’s eyes.

“Did I ever tell you how I feel about your eyes?” He asked, getting a snort in return.

“You’ve tried, but I tend to change the subject”

“They make you look dangerous,” Edward admitted, watching what little of Jonathan’s face wasn’t obscured by his hood. “Like a predator. They almost put off light”

Jonathan rolled his eyes, tensing his jaw slightly.

“That’s real sweet of you, Edward.”

“Your pupils dilate when you hear screams you know you caused. And I get why; your work is extraordinary, Dr. Crane” Edward continued like Jonathan hadn’t said anything, stepping into his path and bringing them both to a stop. Jonathan looked down at him, eyes narrow.

“What’re you up to?” He drawled, glaring into Edward’s innocent looking eyes.

“I was just thinking. You know I never settle, don’t you? That I demand only the best?”

“Well you’re not quiet about it”

“I’ll let that one slide. Anyways, I do, don’t I? Only the best. And I only know one rogue that I can match wits with, one rogue who can unravel a mind like a puzzle. One who causes the kind of panic and fear the people of Gotham will never forget. And I’ve realized recently- I don’t think I want to share you anymore. I don’t think I want this to be casual anymore; I want this connection to have a name”

Edward pressed himself to Jonathan’s chest, feeling his heart rate increase.

“That’s if you’ll have me of course- if not, all I ask is we don’t repeat any of our little trysts; any reason to believe I’m being used and I’ll use my intimate knowledge of your body to rip open a major artery with my teeth.”

“… fair.” Jonathan answered, sounding conflicted. Edward just sighed, holding his free hand out.

“Get out of your head, you’ll have plenty of time to think about it in the weeks of hiding we probably have ahead of us. For now… let’s have some fun, shall we?”

Jonathan hesitated, slowly resting his free hand in Edward’s own. He grinned, ghosting his hand up Jonathan’s wrist and up his arm, resting on the taller man’s shoulder.

“You’re not scared, are you?” Edward teased, and that was it. Jon’s hand slid down to his waist. Edward leaned his head back, trying not to laugh before he was jerked lower into almost a dip. He couldn’t help but laugh then, pulling himself back up and into a spin, wrapping Jonathan’s arms around him.

“You know, I think I wouldn’t mind you having a… slightly more permanent place in my life” he muttered, quietly enough that Edward wouldn’t have heard him if Jonathan’s mouth wasn’t inches from his ear.

“I think I’d enjoy that as well” Edward agreed, resting against his chest for a moment before unraveling himself from Jonathan enough to walk again, starting back down the street. “So I have you all to myself?”

“I agreed, yes.”

“Good. I don’t share well” he muttered, pulling Jonathan to his height by the shirt collar. He was all too happy to melt into a kiss, lit only by a flickering streetlight and the orange clouds in front of the moon. He lingered for a moment before leaning back, slowly lowering himself off his toes and back to his feet.

“The sun is coming up in about an hour I’d say; we want to be off the street by then. Not that I want to stay in this Arkham uniform any longer. If you come back home with me, I can give you a look over to make sure you didn’t get any infections in that tetanus prison they put us in, and we can see about reloading your armory. That work for you?” Edward raised an eyebrow, watching Jonathan hesitate for a moment before sighing, shoulders losing some tension.

“You know you don’t need to bribe me to come over, right? Just show me the way”

“Oh shut up and let me do things for you”

Edward took Jonathan’s hand again, giving it a small squeeze and receiving one in return.

He couldn’t imagine a better first day out of Arkham.

[jaehyunfirstlove]

Can you write smut for jaehyun where the reader is also an idol and jaehyun has had the biggest crush on her for a long time? He finally asks for her number backstage at inkigayo and they finally meet up at his dorm after texting for the longest time and things go from there 🤠

Pairing: idol!jaehyun x idol!f.reader

Genre: a bit of fluff?, smut (18+ only)

Warnings: nipple sucking, fingering, protected sex

Word count: 2k

A/N: haha i got carried away with this one :) hope you like it, anon, and thanks for sending it in!

“Don’t look, but it’s Y/N,” Jungwoo whispered, trying to appear casual. Despite Jungwoo’s fair warning, Jaehyun couldn’t help but turn his head in your direction. Whereupon he blushed to the tips of his ears when you caught him looking and smiled.

“Smooth, Jaehyun, real smooth,” Johnny laughed, while Jungwoo just sighed.

“I told you not to look!” Jungwoo elbowed Jaehyun, who just shook his head, scratching the back of his neck in frustration.

“I can’t help it, she’s like a magnet,” Jaehyun admitted, “I can’t help but look at her.”

“And think about her, and talk about her, and bore us all to death about how much you like her,” Haechan complained, while Mark laughed and scolded him playfully.

“You should just ask for her number,” Yuta commented matter-of-factly, and everyone just nodded in agreement.

“No harm in asking,” Taeil shrugged, grinning at Jaehyun.

“Of course there is!” Doyoung suddenly piped up, “she could say no, and then Jaehyun can never show his face at Inkigayo ever again!”

Everyone groaned, Haechan even rolling his eyes at Doyoung.

“Don’t listen to him,” Taeyong finally came over and wrapped an arm around Jaehyun’s shoulder, “I’m sure she’ll say yes. Just ask, yeah?”

Jaehyun nodded, rubbing his hands together nervously. He left the room, making his way over to your waiting room while the members cheered him on loudly.

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“So what are you going to wear?” Dahyun asked you, trying to find a space on your bed to sit amongst the pile of clothes you were throwing onto it.

“Ugh! I don’t know!” you lamented, discarding every article of clothing you owned. Nothing seemed to work for you, and you were about to give up and tell Jaehyun you couldn’t meet up with him because your wardrobe was a disgusting mess, when you got a text.

JJ: hey we’re still on for today?

You groaned, while Dahyun started to meticulously go through your pile.

Me: yes of course!

JJ: great! change of plans though

JJ: can we meet at my dorm instead of the park?

JJ: my manager doesn’t want dispatch getting any pictures :(

Me: that’s fine

JJ: awesome! can’t wait to see you :)

Me: me too

Me: see you then

You tore at your hair in frustration, but Dahyun just looked at you triumphantly. “Ta-da!” she said dramatically, holding up an outfit that she had picked out from your pile. You had to admit, it looked good. “What do you think?”

“It’ll have to do,” you said quickly, grabbing the clothes from her hands and hastily getting dressed, “I’m already running late!”

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“Where is everyone?” you asked, when you finally entered the tenth floor dorm. Jaehyun shrugged sheepishly as he led you through the hallway.

“They, uh, went to practice.”

“Don’t you have to practice too, then?” you questioned, noticing that the dorm was cleaner than you imagined it would be, and smelled nicer than you imagined too.

“Uh, unofficial practice,” he swallowed nervously, opening the door to his room and motioning for you to go in, “here’s my room.”

You walked in, noticing his bed and Jungwoo’s made up neatly. The furnishings were sparse, and any belongings and knick knacks were arranged neatly in their spaces. You wondered if he was really this tidy or if he did it just for you. You had to smile if it was the latter.

“This is nice,” you said, sitting on his bed and getting a whiff of fresh laundry detergent.

He threw his head back and laughed. “Don’t lie, it’s awful.”

You couldn’t help but laugh with him, knowing these dorms, even in the biggest companies, certainly weren’t five star lodgings.

“You’re right,” you agreed, and found yourself smiling from ear to ear at the endearing look on his face, the way his eyes seemed to dance in the light, and the way his dimples dented his beautifully bread-like cheeks. “Come sit with me,” you said, because you noticed he was still standing by the door.

Almost hesitantly he came over, sitting on the bed beside you but keeping a respectable distance. You could tell he was nervous, and that made him even more endearing to you. To further break the ice, you commented on the bracelet he was wearing.

“I like that bracelet,” you said, pointing to his wrist.

He fingered it, smiling. “This? It was something all of us in the ninety-seven line got together.”

“That’s sweet,” you commented, bending your head towards it to get a closer look. He brought it up closer to your face so you could see it better.

“See how it shines in the light if I turn it like this…” he moved his wrist and you had to admit it was beautiful, and you couldn’t help but touch it lightly with your fingers. At the contact he inhaled sharply, and you looked up at him, not even realizing that your faces were so close together.

“Y/N, I want to kiss you,” he said, his eyes roving to your lips. Unconsciously you bit your bottom lip, and that certainly made his heart beat faster, but still he waited for your consent.

“Yes, please,” you said softly, and he leaned in, capturing your bottom lip. His lips were soft and warm, and he kissed you gently, tentatively. You sighed into his mouth but still he went slowly, as if he were relishing every moment. You felt his hands move to your waist, then around to your back, and the way he was holding you and kissing you made the heat rise in your body. Your hands went up to his chest, feeling the hard lines of his pecs, and that made you feel even hotter, and you moaned softly into his mouth.

He kissed you harder, your reaction to his actions making him bolder, his hands now pulling you closer to him. You could feel the pressure he was applying to your back to press your body closer to his, and it made your core clench around nothing.

“Y/N,” he groaned softly, when you pulled away from his mouth for air, “I’ve wanted you for so long.” His hands roamed all over your body as he tucked his face into your neck, kissing softly until you inhaled sharply, gripping his arms when he found your sweet spot. His kisses became more urgent then, sucking the skin ever so lightly, careful not to leave marks.

“Jaehyun,” you whispered, already losing yourself to his touch, “I want you too, I want you right now.”

He groaned, deep in his chest, then laid you back down onto the bed. The feeling of his body on top of you, the weight of him, the heat of him, the hardness between his legs, made you so wet you knew your panties were probably soaked with your arousal.

“Are you sure?” he still asked, even as he started to peel your clothes off of you, “I just want to be inside you so bad.”

You stifled a whimper, he was making you so hot with his words, with the deep rumble of his voice, with the way he was stripping you leaving you naked underneath him.

“So beautiful,” he whispered, eyes drinking in your nude form. Before you could even be embarrassed with the way he was looking at you, he leaned in and sucked a nipple into his mouth, making your back arch off the bed.

“Jaehyun!” you cried out, fingers threading through his hair as he pleasured you, sucking on each nipple in turn, pressing his still clothed bulge against your core.

“Do you want me, Y/N,” he asked, his voice raspy against your chest, fingers slipping between your legs. “Do you want me here…”

A high-pitched cry escaped your lips when he slid his fingers into your sopping pussy, two fingers stretching you, scissoring inside you as he watched your face with hooded eyes.

“Oh Jae, oh fuck,” you moaned, your stomach tightening as he fucked you with his fingers, hitting you so deep you were seeing stars. You came without warning, just your body convulsing when he stimulated your clit with his other hand.

“That was sexy,” he said with a low whistle, licking his fingers, and finally pulling his shirt off over his head. You’d seen the pictures, seen the video of his bare chest, but nothing compared to the real thing. You reached up to touch it, running your palm over the hard planes of his chest, down to his abs.

“You’re sexy,” you said, with a low whistle of your own, which elicited that cute blush that spread to the tips of his ears. You pulled him down, kissing him deeply, your tongue in his mouth, your hands going to his pants and tugging the rest of his clothes off of him. When you felt his bare cock against the inside of your thigh you groaned into his mouth. He pulled away reluctantly, fumbling around on his headboard for a condom. You watched, mouth watering, as he slid it down his impressive length.

“You want it, baby?” he asked cockily, catching you staring.

You nodded, licking your lips and giving him your sultriest stare. He answered with a smirk, spreading your legs even further apart and teasing the tip at your entrance.

You threw your head back, he hadn’t even entered you and you were already losing it. He started to push in slowly, and you couldn’t help the whimpers that were tumbling out of your mouth.

“Oh fuck, oh shit, so good,” he moaned, “so fucking tight.” He was almost rambling, losing himself in the feeling of your pussy spreading to accommodate him. Suddenly he stopped, dropping his head to your chest.

“Jae?” you asked, when he didn’t move, “are you okay?”

“Sorry, I gotta stop for a moment,” you could hear him breathing heavily, “I’m gonna come too fast, you feel too good.” You clenched involuntarily at his words and he hissed. “Y/N,” he groaned, “that’s not helping.”

“Sorry,” you smiled, rubbing his back soothingly until he felt ready to continue. He made one slow thrust, and when you moaned at the feeling of it he kept going, starting a slow pace of fucking into you.

“Jaehyun,” you moaned, the way his cock was filling you up, the way it was dragging in and out of you, was building up your orgasm slowly but surely. “You feel so good inside me.”

He groaned at your words, picking up his pace, his muscles flexing as he started to pound you into the mattress. You were glad no one was home, because the headboard started to bang loudly against the wall, and you couldn’t help the loud moans coming out of your mouth.

“Fuck yeah,” he growled, “your pussy feels so good, so tight.” Sweat started to form on his face as he railed you, his features tense, hair falling into his eyes but he couldn’t spare a moment to do anything about it, his focus only on fucking you.

“Jaehyun!” you cried out, your orgasm washing over you. You had your hands wrapped around his biceps and you squeezed as you came, making him flex, which made your pussy clench around his cock even harder.

“Fuck, Y/N, you’re gonna make me come,” he pulled you flush against him as his orgasm hit, pressing your body against his as his hips stutttered, a loud groan escaping his throat as he came. He was breathing so hard, you could feel his chest heave, the thrum of his heart beating against yours.

You could only smile to yourself as he continued to hold you tightly to him, not caring how sweaty you both were, just wanting to hold you. When his breathing slowed down, he started to kiss along your collarbone and neck, just soft kisses on your skin, his lips warm.

“You feel so good, Y/N,” he murmured between kisses, “I hope that was good for you, because it was damn good for me.”

You smiled wider, holding him tightly to you. “Yes, Jae, that was really good for me.”

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Thanks for 1.3k :)

[buttterknifeee]

Date with Destiny- Teen Titans x Aquagirl!Reader

Masterlist

Summary: you guessed it bitches its the prom episode with everyone's fav guy Robin (S2 Ep6)

Pairings: Robin!Dick grayson x reader

Word count: 4218

A/N: hey yall I love writing for this series bfgkfhg so if you want my inbox is always open to request!!! love yallll~

Nights in Jump City are the worst time of the day; the sun is long gone and the wind constantly bites at your skin. But it depends on what you're doing to decide whether you like it or not. Sometimes it’s not as bad; that’s when you’re hanging out with your friends, maybe going to a carnival or out partying all night. Sometimes it’s worse, like you being forced to chase after some villain who decided to only operate AT NIGHT. Unfortunately, the latter is true for you tonight.

You slump over in the backseat of the T-Car while Cyborg and Raven sit attentively at the front.

“Why can’t I sit in the front?” you whine, staring at the two Titan’s heads.

“Because I’m the only one that knows how to drive this car and Raven needs to use her telekinesis so we dont die!” Cyborg yells, focusing on the target, who happens to be a guy with a spider for his head that stole a bunch of jewelry.

You groaned and poked your head out the window. Starfire and Beast Boy were up in the air, Robin close by on his motorbike, and you were all chasing the half-arachnid. You stretched out of the vehicle and made punching movements at the criminal, ocean water from the bay twisting over towards him, mimicking your movements. The jets of water just barely nicked him before crashing into the sides of buildings, the teenage spider continuing to scuttle across the city.

You turn your attention back towards the road as the spider guy created a webbed barrier in front of Cyborg’s car and Robin’s motorcycle. You and Cyborg gasp, but Raven calmly holds her hand up towards the road. It cracks, creating a ramp for the four of you to jump over the webs with.

After making the jump, the half spider looks at the car. He shoots webs at you, and its splats on the car windshield.

“I can’t see!” Cyborg yells, swerving the car over to the side. You lurch forward as you finally come to a stop, thankful that Cyborg had installed heavy duty seat belts.

“I don’t see why you can’t let me drive,” you mumbled, stumbling out of the car. You aimed your hands towards the car and a jet of water sprung out from a fire hydrant, cleaning the silk from the windshield.

“I already said it, I’m the only one who knows the inner workings of the T-car! Besides, you don’t even have your license.” Cyborg said, stepping out of the car calmer than before.

“I do too!- You know what, we’ll talk about this later. Right now we need to find the others.” You say, taking in your surroundings. Then out of nowhere, Beast Boy popped out from behind the car.

“Uh hey guys! Kinda got lost back there!” he grins, dusting off silk strands from his arms.

“I’m going after them!” you tell the other Titans, sprinting off into the direction Robin and Starfire went. You flick your wrist as you run and water from the fire hydrant trickles out and forms a wave that you could ride on, like an aquatic skateboard.

You catch up to the two as Starfire gets shot down by the spider teen’s webbing. You make eye contact as you pass her, unsure whether to help her free.

“Just go!” she yells, already beginning to rip the webs thanks to her brute strength. You nod and race forwards to catch up with Robin. You find his abandoned motorbike and look up to see him chasing after the villain using his grappling hook. I’m trying to help him, but I can barely catch up to him, you grumble as you will the water to shoot you into the air, almost like a hydro-cannon. You bounce from roof to roof, inching closer to the Boy Wonder and his pursuit with the villain.

You were right under Robin when the spider-guy shoots some type of laser at him. Suddenly, he freezes up, and begins to fall, knocking you down with him.

“C-can’t… move,” he grunts, on top of you in mid air.

“YEAH NO SHIT” you yell, still stuck under him. Ok ok, options… you think, time seems to slow down around you. I can’t make a geyser because that’d take too long. I like Robin but not enough to break his fall, hmm…

You notice the grappling hook in his belt. You yank it out and shoot it at the wall you just fell from, wrapping your other arm around Robin. Your arm feels like it was about to fall out of its socket as you abruptly stop, hanging in mid air with Robin safely in your grasp. Starfire catches up with you, having broken free from the webbed trap. She helps you down and brings you to where Cyborg, Beast Boy, and Raven stood.

“He is okay?” Starfire asks, holding Robin in place while you catch your breath.

“He will be. The venom’s effect is only temporary.” Cyborg says, examining the Boy Wonder, who was still frozen in a climbing position.

“Getting away...we have to...go after him!” Robin musters, but almost falls over doing so.

“You mean, we have to go after him,” Raven corrects him.

“Yeah, you gotta wait until that stuff wears off,” you say, knocking on his frozen arm to prove your point.

“But-” Robin begins, but Beast Boy cuts him off.

“Dude, we can handle it. The guy's got a spider for a head. Not like he's gonna be hard to find.” he said. Robin didn’t say anything, which was code for a reluctant agreement. Cyborg, Raven, and Beast Boy agreed that they would go after the spider thief, while you, Robin and Starfire return to the Tower to get Robin sorted out.

Later at the Tower, you watched in utter horror and amusement as Starfire shook Robin while holding his feet. He hung upside down, making random yelps of pain as she did… whatever she was doing.

“Um Starfire?” you say. “You know I have healing powers… I could just heal him if we need to.”

“Nonsense Aquagirl!” she chirped as Robin groaned. “There are few problems that Tamaranean acupressure will not solve. Don’t you feel better Robin?”

“Uhhh yeah, thanks.” he said, getting back up to standing position. “Now we can focus on our other issue.” He pulls out his T-communicator.

“Titans! Any luck on finding our jewel thief?”

“We found something worse,” you hear Raven’s voice from the communicator. A live cam of the scene pops up on the living room TV screen. They were at the bridge near Jump City’s Bay; hundreds of cars pass there per minute. You noticed something was near the bridge cables, and upon closer inspection, you realized that it was thousands of moths gnawing at the bridge support. As more cables broke, the bridge grew more and more unstable, cars beginning to slide around.

“Titans go!” you hear Cyborg say, and the three of them run towards the giant cloud of bugs. Unfortunately, they were no match and could barely put a dent in the population.

“Uh, we’re gonna need backup.” Cyborg says to the communicator. You were already out of your chair and adjusting your wrist gauntlets.

“We’re on our way,” Robin says, the three of you making your way to the door. But a familiar voice stopped you in your tracks.

“Don't bother. Even if you defeat a few of my children, you won't be able to stop me from releasing the entire swarm.” the villain you recognized as Killer Moth said, his face appearing on the screen. “Unless you want your city reduced to a moth-eaten wasteland, you'll do exactly as I say.”

“What do you want?’ Robin asked, brows furrowed.

“My demands are simple. The city will declare me ruler, the Teen Titans will surrender, and Robin…” he starts. You flinched at the mention of the Boy Wonder’s name. What could he want to do with Robin? To step down as a hero? Admit defeat? Reveal his identity???

“... will take this lovely young lady to her junior prom.”

Huh?

“Hi Robbie-Poo!” said a girl who appeared on the screen next to Killer Moth. She had blonde hair and blue eyes, was wearing pink pajamas, and although you had just met her, you could already tell that she was a bitch.

“Um… What was that last part again?” he asked, clearly not expecting that demand.

“Um Robin?” you ask. “Who’s this girl and why’d she call you… er, you know.”

“Her name is Kitten,” Killer Moth gloats. “And you will take her to prom.”

“This prom is the matter of a duel, yes?” Starfire asked, not very assimilated in American culture. “Robin eagerly accepts!”

“It’s not a duel, Star. It’s a date.” Robin patiently corrects her.

“Oh”

“Robin! You can’t do this!” you say, looking at him through his masked eyes. “Isn’t that right Starfire?”

“Oh yes!” she agrees. “You mustn't accept!”

“We’re gonna need a minute,” Robin sighs, pulling the two of you away from the center of the room. You stare at him, arms crossed.

“This is so stupid.” you begin. “What kind of villain makes a superhero go on a date with some girl? And what kind of parent names their child Kitten? There’s no way you’re actually going to go to a dance with some random chick!”

Robin doesn’t say anything about your comments, but opens his T-communicator again,

“Cyborg, report. How bad is it?” he asks.

“Bad! We can’t hold 'em much longer!” Cyborg yells through the communicator. “If you’re gonna do something, do it quickly!” You stared at the floor, knowing what he’s gonna have to say to Killer Moth’s demands.

“I have to do it.” he grimaces. You stayed silent as Starfire reacted.

“WHAT?!” she yells.

“It's the only way to save the bridge. The only way to give us enough time to stop Killer Moth.” Robin explains. Starfire looks at you and back at Robin.

“But you do not even have the feelings for her!” she protests, looking straight at you.

“I’m sorry, but I have to, as much as I don’t want to. And I really don’t want to.” Robin says, walking back towards the screen.

“So do we have a deal?” Killer Moth grins, as much as a person with mandibles can.

“I’ll take the girl to prom.” Robin says grimly.

“Don’t tell me. Ask her.” Killer Moth says, referring to the blonde girl still pasted on screen. Even though you couldn’t see Robin’s eyes, you could tell that he was rolling them.

“You’ve got to be-”

“Do it!” the villain yells. Robin sighs.

“Kitten, was it?” he asks.

“Meow,” she replied. You almost threw up when she said that. You could see Robin reacting in the same way.

“Right. Will you...go with me to the prom?” he said, his voice showing his utter disgust.

“Oh, Robbie-poo! I thought you'd never ask!”

I can’t do this you thought, as the screen finally blipped off. Robin calmly pulled out his T-communicator and projected it onto the screen. Raven picked up, Beast Boy and Cyborg crowded around her. You could see in the background that the moths were no longer gnawing at the bridge. He told them that he bought them some time, telling them to find out what he has planned. Then he shows them a picture of Kitten.

“Who is she?” Raven asked.

“She is a manipulative gremlock not worthy of Robin's time.” Starfire pouts.

“Yeah, she's a bitch too.” you add.

“She's got some kind of connection to Killer Moth. Find the connection, and I bet you'll find him.” He said, turning to you and Starfire. “Aquagirl and Starfire will join you to help with the search.” you rolled your eyes; Is he seriously going to do this alone?

“Hey, what about you? Aren’t you going to help us?” Beast Boy asked.

“I can’t. I have a date.”

.

You and Starfire were going to prepare for your mission when she shoved you into her room. You’ve forgotten how pink all her furniture is, from the curtains to her pillows. She whips out her T-communicator.

“Starfire what are you-” you begin, but she shushes you.

“Starfire to Raven,” she says into the communicator. “Please note that I will be the only person joining you, as Aquagirl will provide Robin backup on his date!”

“Um… okay.” Raven says, then hangs up.

“What??? I’m supposed to help you guys, remember?” you protest. “And I thought you had a crush on Robin??” The alien girl took you by your shoulders.

“Aquagirl, my feelings for Robin have long dissipated, but I am sure you still have the feelings for him!” she chirped. “Do not worry, four Titans are more than enough to defeat Killer Moth! You should go to the prom of non-duels!”

“B-but what do I even wear? Prom dresses were not on my shopping list.” you argue.

“Oh do not worry Aquagirl, you may borrow mine!” Starfire opened her closet to reveal a rack of sparkly dresses, all in different colors. You eyes glittered in awe.

“Ok, I’m in.”

You spent the next half an hour getting ready for the prom. You picked out a blue dress with black lace and black gloves that went out to your elbows. Your suit was camouflaged underneath, just in case you needed to ditch the dress.

“Oh you look wonderful!” Starfire cheered. You blushed, looking at yourself in the mirror.

She flew you over to the prom location, which was on a boat. Water, you thought. Perfect. You looked at Starfire.

“Thanks again for, uh, everything.” you said sheepishly. She smiled.

“It is the no problem!” she says. “I will see you afterwards!” And with that, she flew off into the night. You sighed, holding a corsage for Robin in your hand. You hear the sound of a motorbike. Robin appeared in view; he was still wearing his mask, but his usual outfit had been replaced by a tuxedo. He was still stoically frowning, probably due to not wanting to be here, but something about him just makes your heart skip a beat.

You walked over and tapped his shoulder. He flinched at your touch, but calmed down as he realized that it was you.

“Aquagirl?” he asked, eyeing you up and down.

“Um, just call me (y/n) for today, don’t want to raise eyebrows.” you winked. You pinned the flowers onto his lapel. “It’s my first prom, so I got you a corsage.” It’s true; this is your first prom. You were supposed to go to your junior prom this year, but of course, being a superhero kinda distracted you from that.

“Aqu- (y/n)...” he began. “You’re supposed to be helping the others track down Killer Moth.”

“Well, you said that our job was to investigate that b- uh, girl. And there’s no better way to do it than up close.” you grin. “Besides, Starfire insisted that I backed you up, you never know if you need saving, right?”

Just then, you heard a loud honk from a car. You turn to see a pink limousine pull out. Out stepped an even pinker girl, Kitten. Her headband, dress, corsage, and heels were all an obnoxious pink. She scoured the scene until she found Robin, fiercely waving at him.

“Yoo-hoo! Robbie-poo! Your Kitten has arrived! Me-ow!” she yells. You both physically cringe at her words. Robin leans over to you before he leaves.

“On second thought, maybe I will need the savings.”

You purse your lips as Robin leaves, reluctantly linking arms with the girl. You open your T-communicator.

“Cyborg,” you say. “Robin just entered the boat with Kitten. “How’s it looking on your side?”

“Poor guy,” he says sympathetically. “We just reached Kitten’s house. Going in now. Nice dress by the way.” You grin.

“Thanks man. I’ll be watching him just to see if he needs any help.”

“Got it. Cyborg out.” the screen blips to black and you close your communicator with a sigh. Time for prom.

You awkwardly shuffle onto the boat, making sure to stay a few meters behind the two. Luckily, no one noticed that you didn’t go to their school because they were so distracted by Kitten’s yelling.

“OH ROBIN!, YOU’RE SUCH A GENTLEMAN! NOT AT ALL LIKE MY WORTHLESS EX-BOYFRIEND FANG!!!” your fists clenched as she moved closer to the Boy Wonder, all over his arm. Why did we let her take Robin to the prom again? I’d rather see that bridge collapse than whatever this is.

You stationed yourself at the punch table, pouring yourself a drink. The two were talking at the table. You knew Robin didn’t want to be here in the beginning, but what if he changed his mind? What if, somehow, he falls in love with Kitten, and then you are never gonna have a chance with him?

“OF COURSE ROBIN I’D LOVE TO DANCE WITH YOU!!!” Kitten yelled, the two of them moving towards the dance floor. Your cheeks burned with anger, and maybe a little bit of jealousy. You clenched your fist again, and the sickly pink punch from the punch bowl shot into the air. The couple next to you who was about to get some punch slowly walked backwards away from you. But you didn’t care. You stomped away from the punch table.

You were leaning at one of the clothed tables as you glared at Robin and Kitten dancing away. You don’t even know why you felt so angry; maybe it was the fact that they’ve been dancing for 10 long minutes, or the fact that Kitten’s resting her head on his shoulder, or maybe the fact that you’ve never held Robin’s hand before and she is!

You notice him looking at his T-communicator while he was dancing, relieving you of the idea that he was actually enjoying the dance.

“Kiss me,” you hear Kitten say, and you froze.

“Sorry, I don’t like you that way,” he smirks. “As a matter of fact, I just don’t like you.” YES, you thought, smiling from the table.

“WHAT?!” the blonde girl shrieks.

“Killer Moth’s being taken down as we speak. We’re done here.” He pulls away, tucking his T-communicator into his pocket.

“No we are not!” she yells, ripping the corsage off of her dress. The petals fall away to reveal a cylinder, push-button controller. “Daddy’s not calling the shots tonight, I AM!!!”

“Daddy?” you and Robin said at the same time, in shock. So that's why Killer Moth made Robin go to the prom with her.

“And unless you want me to let those bugs out for a late-night snack, you better pucker up!” she makes kissy noises at Robin, her lips inching closer and closer. Robin put his finger out at them as if to shush her.

“Not even if you paid me,” he said, pushing her away and grabbing the controller out of her hand. They fight over it, and you wonder whether to jump in and help. Suddenly Kitten turns her focus away from Robin.

“Fang?” she smiled. You turned to see the jewel thief from before climbing onto the boat, spider head and all.

“That’s your ex boyfriend?” he asked, staring in shock.

“Get your hands off my girl!” he yells, knocking Robin down with his spider leg, Kitten snatching back the controller. Ok, time to act you thought, holding up your hand. A jet of water sprung up from under the boat and hit Fang, sending him flying backwards.

“And keep your legs off my guy!” you yelled, not even sure if you and Robin were on that level yet. “You alright Rob?” you ask as the Boy Wonder stands up.

“Best I’ve felt all day,” he smirked, ripping off his suit to reveal his costume underneath. You smiled; you two seemed to be on the same track in terms of disguise. You ripped your dress off and your costume uncamouflaged, revealing the familiar blue and black swim gear you always wear. You yank off your gloves to show your gauntlets underneath, the spikes swing up into place. You both look back at Kitten and Fang to find them making out; mandibles and all.

“I think I’m gonna throw up,” you mumble, getting into a fighting position.

“You know…” Robin says, bring the couple’s attention back to you two. “You two make a really bad couple.” Fang charges at the two of you, shooting his webs and venom. One of the webs hit you, sending you to the floor. You used the spikes on your gauntlets to cut yourself free while the spider villain goes after Robin. You finally free yourself as Kitten watches the action.

“Isn’t it romantic? They’re fighting over me!” she swoons. Your cheeks burn hot with anger. Now that you're out of disguise, it's the perfect time to beat her up.

“You’re not worth anyone’s time to fight over!” you quipped loudly, causing Kitten to start screaming at you. She tackles you, and the two of you fall onto the table.

“What the-” you grunt, the air knocked out of you as you crash into the food. You roll over and pin her to the table. You try to reach for the controller, but Kitten smacks a cream pie in your face. She pins you down this time, but you extend your leg to her side and swing, sending her flying across the table. She lands flat on her back, stretched lengthwise across the table. You lunge at her, but she grabs you and dunks your head into the punch bowl. You almost burst out laughing; she was trying to drown you, and you could breathe underwater.

Your eyes glow blue from underneath the punch bowl as the beverage explodes in the girl’s hunched over face. She screams, and you push her into the chocolate cake. She lands on the floor, her pink dress now stained with chocolate frosting.

“YOU.. RUINED… MY… DRESS!!!” she screams, clicking the controller. You gasp in horror, she’s crazy. She runs at you again, screaming and you dodge her, using your water powers to shoot the controller out of her hand. The controller rolls away, right towards the bottom of Robin’s foot.

“Consider yourself dumped.” he said, breaking the controller.

“NOOOOOOO!!!” she shrilled. You rolled your eyes and punched her square in the nose, her falling to the ground.

“I’ve been wanting to do that all night,” you grin at the Boy Wonder, who looked at you in awe.

.

The other Titans rejoined you as you watched Kitten, Killer Moth, and Fang get pulled into a police van.

“Nobody dumps Kitten! Nobody! You're going to pay for this, Robbie-poo! YOU'RE GOING TO PASAY!!” the blonde girl screamed while being pushed into one of the vans.

“So, no second date?” Cyborg jokes. Beast Boy was sitting over the edge of the boat holding one of Killer Moth’s moth larvae. According to them, the controller Kitten had allowed them to turn into moths, but when Robin broke it, they all turned back into harmless giant bugs.

“So what becomes of Killer Moth’s larvae population?” Starfire asks.

“You know...now that nobody's making 'em all mutate-y,.these things might actually make good pets.” Beast Boy said, poking at the larvae's belly.

“Don’t even think about it.” Raven says, staring in disgust.

You and Robin walk towards some of the students to apologize for ruining their nights when spotlights turn on, the bright lights moving across the floor. The two of you braced for impact. The announcer began to, well, announce.

“And now, the moment you've all been waiting for...the king and queen of this year's prom are...Robin and (y/n)!” Your eyes widened at the announcement.

“I’m back on duty so it’s Aquagirl now! Sorry!” you yelled awkwardly.

“Well um then Aquagirl-” Robin begins, but you stop him.

“I mean, you can call me (y/n), if that’s what you want,” you offered, slightly blushing. He blushed back.

“Oh! Ok, then (y/n) it is.”

“So how about that dance, Boy Wonder?”

“I guess one more dance wouldn’t kill me.”

.

Robin led you towards the middle of the dance floor. You put your arms around his neck and he put his arms around your waist. His hands were gentle, and was only lightly touching your back, as if he was ready to pull them back at any time.

But he was smiling; something he barely did all night. You both laughed as you awkwardly shuffled across the floor; it's like you had two right feet and he had two left feet so it canceled out. You pulled in a little closer, he hugged you a little tighter. You stared at his masked eyes, imagining them looking back at you.

Suddenly you heard a whistle and whipped your head to see the rest of the Titans nonchalantly watching you two dance. They grinned, waving hello. You rolled your eyes and whipped your hand at them. A small geyser jumped up and landed on the Titans, drenching them. You and Robin laughed, then resumed your dance.

Nights in Jump City are the worst time of day, but with Robin, it’s a whole lot better.

[tobesolonely]

apartment 41

hi y’all! this is my very VERY late submission for @meetmeinfleetwood​ ‘s “To Lovers” challenge (thank u miss sadie for even still accepting this LOL) but here is some good ol fashioned strangers to lovers with the line, “will you stay the night?” . :D enjoy everyone!

warnings: mentions of alcohol, intoxication, smut :)

word count: ~5.2k

my ko-fi! thank you :)

There were many things you loved about living on your own. You loved that your apartment was always clean. You loved that at the end of a long day, you could come back and brood in peace. You loved walking around in nothing but your underwear without the fear of anyone seeing you. You did things when you wanted, how you wanted. As a self-proclaimed introvert, there was nothing you loved more than living by yourself.

However, during slightly inconvenient moments like these, you wished you had someone else in the apartment with you.

You swore you’d been trying to get your favorite jar of pasta sauce open for at least the past ten minutes. It had been a long day at work, and at the moment all you wanted to do was heat the entire jar of sauce, boil a bunch of pasta, and call it a night. You were growing beyond frustrated–– you even contemplated just breaking the jar open. Ultimately, you decided against it lest you be met with a mouthful of glass.

Feeling defeated, you pick up your phone in frustration and hurriedly punch in your father’s number. The phone rings twice before he answers. “Hello? What’s up, hun?”

“Dad, what should I do if I can’t get this jar open? Like, it’s seriously glued shut,” you set it down on the counter probably a little too hard considering it was a glass jar. “I’m so hungry.”

“Did you try running it under hot water?”

You did.

“Hm. Try getting a good grip on it with a dish towel or something?”

Of course, you did.

“Well, I’m not driving over there just to open a jar for you,” your dad pauses. “You have neighbors, don’t you? Why don’t you knock on one of their doors?”

“Isn’t that weird?”

“No weirder than asking to borrow a cup of sugar.”

You thank your dad for the suggestion and hang up with him shortly after. He was right. You just needed someone to quickly open the jar for you and then you’d be back in your apartment, secluded from society until the next morning when you went into work. Besides, you’d been in your apartment for roughly three months now and you didn’t have a relationship with any of your neighbors. You figured now was as good a time as any to at least meet the person who lived directly across from you.

You slide on your slippers and clear the few steps it takes to reach your neighbor’s door. A faded ‘41’ was on their door, and a cheeky mat that read, ‘Did you call first?’ was at your feet.

You tried racking your brain for any memory of what your neighbor may look like, but you were drawing a blank. You were more to yourself than you initially thought you were and made a silent vow to become more social from this point on. You situate the jar of pasta sauce under your arm before placing two firm knocks against the door. Moments later, the door is flung open and you’re met with the smell of something delicious cooking, and a handsome, tall man donning a dirty apron.

“Hi, is everything alright?” he has a concerned look on his face as he looks over the top of your head and into your apartment.

“I— This is a little embarrassing,” you mumble, feeling your body grow warm. “I live by myself and I’ve been trying to get this jar of pasta sauce open for at least twenty minutes and I can’t. Do you think you can?”

His mouth slowly turns upwards into a smile before finally nodding, reaching out his hand to grab the jar of pasta sauce from you. “It’s pasta night at your place too, hmm?” His tongue is poked out of the corner of his mouth as he focuses on the task at hand.

“Yeah,” you reply. “I’m just gonna heat up the entire jar of sauce, boil some spaghetti noodles, and call it a night.”

The pop! of the jar causes you to jump slightly. “That doesn’t sound like very good pasta.”

You retrieve the pasta sauce from him, quietly thanking him. “It gets the job done.”

Your neighbor hums in agreement. “‘M sure it does. If you ever wanna taste some really good pasta though, y’know where I’ll be.”

“I do,” you nod. “Well, thank you again. I’ll let you go back to making your pasta sauce that is just way better than mine.”

He lets out a loud laugh. “I appreciate it. It wasn’t any problem at all, I’m here most evenings if you ever need help opening anything else, uh…” He trails off.

“Y/N.”

“Y/N. Beautiful name. I’m Harry, by the way.”

You look down at the dirty hallway carpet, a wide smile on your face. “Thank you, Harry. It was nice to finally meet you, by the way.”

“You too. Have a good night.”

You give him one more smile before turning on your heels and walking back inside your apartment, gently shutting the door. You quickly look out the peephole and catch him just as he’s closing his door, a dimpled-grin on his face.

It was Friday night when you finally got the chance to speak with him again. You were sitting on your kitchen stool nursing a glass of wine and waiting for your frozen pizza to heat in the oven when you heard someone coming down the hallway. As you had been doing all week since your interaction with Harry, you set your glass of wine down and shuffle over to your peephole, eyes scanning the small amount of hallway that was visible.

Harry comes into view seconds later, four overflowing bags of groceries precariously balanced along the length of his arms.

“Fuck.” You hear him mutter to himself. He attempts to reach in his pocket for his keys but once he realizes he can’t do so without setting at least one bag of groceries down, he lets out a loud huff in what you assume to be annoyance. You scuttle to your shoe rack and slip your shoes on before quickly flinging your door open.

“Hi! Need help?”

Harry jumps and you both watch as the contents of the bag he was getting ready to set down spill at his feet. “Now I do,” he’s already picking his groceries off the floor. “You scared the shit out of me. Also, were you watching me?”

Your face grows warm. “I heard someone coming down the hallway so I wanted to see who it was.”

“Oh, really?” Harry questions, pausing to look up at you. “You came out of your place so quickly, felt like I was bein’ watched or something.”

You know he’s teasing you but you can’t help but feel a little embarrassed that he caught onto what you were doing so quickly. Instead of dignifying his statement with an answer, you bend down and begin helping him pick up his spilled groceries. His hand grazes yours lightly as you both reach for a can of black beans, now slightly dented. It lingers for a moment before he retracts it to retrieve a different item. A quick, side-eyed glance reveals that his cheeks are tinged red.

“What are you making for dinner?” You ask him, standing up and dusting off the knees of your leggings.

“Uh, veggie chili. S’one of my favorites–– hey, is something burning?”

Your eyes widen and you abruptly turn away from Harry without so much as a goodbye, hurrying toward your kitchen that was starting to grow foggy from smoke produced by your oven. You were so preoccupied with helping Harry gather up his spilled groceries that you had totally forgotten you had a frozen pizza in the oven and if the smell was any indication of its current state, it was most likely inedible at this point.

Reaching for the oven mitt you kept next to the knives on the counter, you open the oven and fan the smoke out of your face, holding back a gag from the burnt smell. Your fire alarm immediately goes off once you open the oven and Harry appears a second later, a concerned look on his face. He looks around for your smoke detector and once he sees it he stands on his tiptoes to turn it off. You set your now blackened pizza on top of the oven and turn on the microwave fan. Harry’s already opening windows around your apartment, fanning the air with a throw pillow from your couch.

“Thanks,” you mumble, a wave of embarrassment washing over your body. You feared that Harry probably thought you were the most incompetent person on this planet–– first, you couldn’t get a jar open, and now here you are nearly setting your apartment on fire. “Guess I should’ve set a timer, huh?”

“Yeah, ‘spose you should’ve,” he replies. “It’s okay, though. ‘M about to get started on dinner, you can join me? If you’d like, that is. Maybe you’ll have a new recipe so you can stop eatin’ all this frozen shit.”

“Leave my frozen foods out of this,” you playfully scold him, crossing your arms over your chest. “Thank you for the invite though, that would be great, actually. I’m gonna get this cleaned up and then I’ll be right over?”

“Sounds good,” he neatly situates your pillow back on the couch. “I’ll see you in a bit, Y/N. Door will be unlocked.”

Once Harry’s gone, you move into action, quickly tossing the pizza into the trashcan before running to your bathroom. You try to remember if you brushed your teeth earlier that day but you can’t, so you brush them again just to be safe. You hastily examine yourself in the mirror before deciding you weren’t going to do anything more, not wanting to come off as trying too hard. You were almost one hundred percent certain Harry was just being neighborly–– nothing indicated that he found you attractive, so you didn’t want to make it too obvious that you found him to be the most stunning man you’ve ever seen in your life.

Locking your door, you clear the distance from your welcome mat to his in five steps flat, and take a deep breath before letting yourself in.

It didn’t take long for you to realize that Harry had more skill in the kitchen than an everyday home-chef did. He all but floated around the room, chopping with ease and finesse. The two of you had settled into a comfortable silence as he worked and you watched. Billy Joel played softly over his Bluetooth speaker, and he’d occasionally stop what he was doing to take a sip of his wine and look over his shoulder at you, almost as if he was checking if you were still there because you were being so quiet.

Your head was starting to grow fuzzy as you finished your third glass of wine that night, so you make the (responsible) decision to cut yourself off for the night. “Can I have a glass of water?”

“Course y’can,” he replies quietly, not stopping what he was doing. “Give me just a second and I’ll get ya––”

“Oh, I can get it myself. Just tell me where the cups are.”

Harry stops chopping and turns completely to face you, an amused look on his face. “You’re plastered, aren’t ya?”

“No? Why do you think that?”

Harry laughs. “You can’t hear yourself stumblin’ over your words, but I can. Jus’ stay right there and I’ll get your water. You want ice?”

“How do you know how to cook so well?”

“Culinary school,” he responds coolly. “Ice?”

You’re not sure if you are as drunk as Harry says you are, but you were currently finding the fact that Harry went to culinary school the coolest thing ever. “A chef? No way! What kind of chef?”

“I’m a Sous Chef. Gonna give ya a bit of ice.”

“I can’t believe I live across from a chef! No wonder you were giving me shit for eating canned pasta sauce,” you take the glass of water from Harry’s outstretched hand, thanking him. “Even your water tastes better than mine!”

“I think you’re just pissed, Y/N,” Harry responds, eyes crinkled from smiling. “Do y’like cooked carrots?” Your nose wrinkles in response to Harry’s question and he mutters something about how he’ll leave them out before turning back towards the stove to check on his food.

“How old are you, Harry?”

“Just turned twenty-seven. Yourself?”

“I’m twenty-four!” You exclaim, a little too excited. “Where are you from?”

He turns to look at you, eyebrow raised. “England. What gave it away?”

“Your accent.”

He hums, a small smirk on his lips. “Where are you from?”

“I’m from here. Just moved back home from my college town but didn’t wanna move back in with my parents, so here I am.”

“No roommates, you said?”

“Nope,” you pop the ‘p’, taking a big gulp of water. “You don’t either, do you? I just realized I haven’t heard or seen anyone else since I’ve been here.”

“I do not. I had a roommate when I first moved in but he ended up gettin’ engaged and moving in with his fiancée, so it’s just me for now. I think I like livin’ on my own better, though.” You watch as Harry reaches into his cabinet and retrieves two bowls and starts spooning your dinner into them. He sets the bowl in front of you and hands you a spoon, nodding at you to try it.

You bring a spoonful up to your mouth, blowing a few times before shoving it into your mouth. Your eyes widen at the amazing flavor that fills your mouth, and your eyes diverge to his. “This is incredible!”

Harry looks down at his bowl of food, a shy grin on his face. “Thanks, Y/N. Glad you like it.” He grabs his glass of wine from behind him and moves around to the other side of the island to sit next to you.

“Are you a vegetarian?” You ask, mouth full.

“Somewhat. I’m a pescatarian,” he shovels a spoonful of the chili into his mouth. “More wine?”

“I better not,” you reply, mind still fuzzy from all you’ve drunk throughout the night. “This is seriously so good, Harry. You’re cute, you can cook, you’re nice… you’re like, a triple threat!”

“Callin’ me cute?”

“C’mon, you know you are,” you answer boldly. “I’m just stating the obvious.”

“Thank you, Y/N,” he takes a sip of wine. “You’re a pretty big looker yourself.”

“Are you flirting with me?”

“You flirted with me first.”

“So what if I did?”

Harry lets out a quiet scoff, going back to eating his food. After a moment he says, “I wouldn’t mind.” You smile to yourself and continue eating, bringing the bowl up to your lips and tipping your head back so you could get every last drop of Harry’s veggie chili. He gets up to get another helping of food as you get up to place your bowl in the sink, lifting your sleeves to wash it.

“Don’t worry about it,” he says as he brushes past you, going back to where he was previously seated. “I’ll clean up later. Do y’want some dessert?”

“I think I will take some more wine,” you grab the bottle from the center of the island along with your glass, pouring a generous amount. “This is good. Nothing like the cheap bottles I get from Target.”

“I’m glad you like it. Thought I’d pull this one out tonight, always pairs well with dishes like this…” He trails off. “Anyway, yeah. Glad y’like it.”

You and Harry finish off the bottle of wine no more than thirty minutes later, having by now situated yourselves on his couch. He turned something onto the television (you think it was Iron Chef), but neither one of you were paying any attention to it. Harry was asking about what you studied in college, how you like your current career and your favorite things to do in your free time. You were asking him about England, his family back home, and why he chose to go to culinary school.

He has a way about him that captivates you— just completely pulls you in— and you never want to stop listening to him speak. Harry leans close to you when you talk, almost as if you’re telling him a secret that he doesn’t want to miss out on.

“I think ‘m jus’ as drunk as you are now,” Harry whispers, letting out an adorable giggle. “Goin’ into work tomorrow is gonna be a proper pain.”

“No one told you to try and outdrink me!” You yell, tucking your knees under your bottom. “Now we’re both drunk, what good does that do?”

“Think it’s more fun this way, don’t you?” Harry lets out a little burp, his face flushing. “Wanna help me clean the kitchen?”

“What happened to cleaning it later?” You stand up from the couch, wobbling slightly before catching your balance.

“Well, I didn’t think we’d get drunk off our arses and sit here talkin’ til one in the mornin’, did you?” He stands up as well, his hand moving to rest on the small of your back as he scooches past you.

“There’s no way it’s that late,” you retort, checking the time on your phone. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to overextend my stay. I’ll help you clean this place up and then get going.”

Harry swats a hand in front of his face, shaking his head. “Overextend your stay? Of course y’didn’t, more than happy to have you here. Do you wanna wash or dry?”

“I’ll wash since I don’t know where anything goes.” You move to the sink and roll up your sleeves, moving the small number of dishes in the sink all to one side so you can fill the other side with water. Silence falls over you again as you clean the dishes from dinner and soon enough you’re done, drying your hands on your t-shirt.

“Thank you, Y/N. We make a good team, huh? Got that done quickly, didn’t we?” He folds the dishtowel in half neatly and hangs it over the handle of his oven.

“Yeah,” you yawn, slipping on your shoes that had been discarded earlier in the night by the door. “I’ll get out your hair and let you get to bed, then. Thank you for having me over and for cooking that delicious dinner, I enjoyed it. I owe you.”

“If it’s frozen food, don’t worry about it,” he jokes, moving to open the door for you. “If you want to cook me something, though…”

“How about I take you out for dinner? I stay out of the kitchen, and you’ll get something edible and halfway decent. A win-win?”

Harry laughs. “‘M lookin’ forward to it. Goodnight, Y/N.”

“I couldn’t decide between Italian or sushi but since you’re a pescetarian, I figured sushi was our best bet.”

Harry looks away from the menu and at you, clearing his throat before speaking. “That was really thoughtful. Surprised you remembered considering how loaded you were.”

“For the last time, I was not that drunk,” you defend yourself, gently kicking his calf from underneath the table. “By the end of the night, you had way more than me!”

“Maybe so,” he replies nonchalantly, looking back at the menu. “Let’s not forget who can handle their alcohol better, though.”

You let out an indignant hmph, and get to scouring the menu yourself. You didn’t eat sushi very often so you figured you’d probably just get whatever Harry got.

“Let’s do sake bombs.”

Harry raises an eyebrow. “Sake bombs? Are you tryin’ to get me drunk again?”

“They’re fun! Just one?”

Harry shakes his head at you and grins before waving over the waitress, asking her politely for two sake bombs. She comes back a few minutes later with the alcohol and chopsticks balanced precariously on a tray, setting them in front of you and Harry respectively.

The waitress stands back and says, “Ichi… ni… san… sake bomb!” The two of you pound the table until your shot glasses fall into the cup and then you throw your heads back, chugging down the cocktail. When you finally finish chugging your drink and look back up at Harry, he’s staring at his watch as if he’s been waiting for you to finish for ages.

“Oh, you’re finally done? I was startin’ to grow old,” he teases, taking a sip of his water. “Do you know what you wanna order?”

“You’re annoying,” you reply, narrowing your eyes at him. “But I’m gonna get whatever you get.”

“Really? You don’t have any preferences?”

You shake your head. “I don’t eat sushi very often so I honestly don’t know what I should get. I’ll try anything, though.”

“You really did pick this place just for me, didn’t you?” He has a teasing tone to his voice, but his gaze has softened.

“I told you I owed you, didn’t I?”

At this, Harry just gives you a small smirk and signals the waitress over once again to order for the both of you. While you wait for your food to come, you fall into easy conversation with Harry again. It seems like you can talk about anything under the sun with him–– no topic was off-limits, and nothing was awkward. He had to have been one of the most interesting people you’ve ever met in your life. He was well-traveled, knew several languages, and loved to sing and write music in his spare time. Although you felt your own life was rather boring in comparison to his, he made you feel just as accomplished and interesting as he was.

“That was good,” he tells you after you’ve both finished eating, wiping his mouth with his napkin and slouching in his chair slightly. “Think ‘m gonna need to unbutton my pants here in a second.”

“Me too,” you answer with a laugh, making eye contact with the waitress. You mouth, ‘check, please’ and she nods, reappearing at your table with the check. As you’re digging in your purse to pull out your wallet, Harry reaches over and grabs the check before you can even look at it. He reaches in his pants pocket for his wallet and slides his card in before you’ve even looked back up.

“What are you doing?” Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “Did you forget that I’m the one that owes you?” He shrugs.

“You can make it up to me another way. Don’t worry about it,” his voice is low and gravelly. The waitress comes back to collect the check from Harry and after he receives his receipt, he reaches into his wallet to place a cash tip for her on the table. “Ready to get home?”

Home. You know he only worded it that way because you live directly across from him, but you would like going “home home” with Harry, at least for tonight. There was no denying the sexual tension between the two of you was electric–– anyone who was paying attention to the two of you could probably sense it. You wordlessly nod and follow Harry out of the restaurant, intertwining your fingers with his when he holds his hand back for you to grab.

He stands on the curb and expertly hauls a cab, opening the door and gesturing your in ahead of him. Harry’s hand moves to rest on your leg as he makes small-talk with the taxi driver, asking him if he was having a busy night and how much longer he thought he’d be out for. Harry pays the cab fare and wishes the driver a good rest of his night before all but dragging you out of the taxi.

“What’s got you in such a rush?” You ask Harry, a teasing

“Oh? Did I misread the situation? I thought–– this is embarrassing, never mind…” his tight grip loosens on your hand but you pull him back into you, laughing at how adorable he was.

“Harry! I’m joking, I know what’s going on,” you rub your thumb across the top of his. “I was just messing with you.” You see him visibly let out a sigh of relief.

“Don’t mess with me like that, Y/N!” You’re still standing outside of your apartment complex in the dark, as close to one another as you can be without completely melting into each other. He releases his hand from your tight grip and places it gently on your face instead. “Is it okay if I kiss you?”

“Please,” you reply breathlessly, standing on your toes. Harry cranes his neck to meet your lips and presses them to yours softly, pulling back only when the both of you are near gasping for air.

“Was that nice?” He asks, thumb caressing your face. Your noses are pressed together and you just nod, still too breathless to speak. “Maybe we can take this inside, then?”

Once inside Harry’s apartment, he nearly rips off the new shirt you bought specifically for your date with him, discarding it by his door.

“Careful with that,” you mutter, wrapping your arms around his neck. “I just got that today. Tag is still onnit.”

You feel Harry laugh into the side of your neck, walking your backward towards his couch. “I’ll cover the cost if it’s ruined then, how’s tha’?”

Harry sucks harshly on your neck, causing you to let out a low moan. “I guess that’s fine.”

“That’s fine?” Harry mocks you, guiding you onto the coach. You hum in agreement as you sink further down into the couch, letting out a sigh of bliss as he peppered kisses along your breast.

Your movements are needy— desperate. Neither one of you were trying to hide how badly you wanted to fuck the other. Harry smashing his lips onto yours once more, his breath warm and tongue salty from all the sushi he had earlier consumed. He attempts to pull his own shirt from his body while not breaking the kiss, and you let out a satisfied hum when he succeeds. Now you’re both shirtless and the only thing stopping you from fucking each other proper is being still fully clothed on your bottom halves.

“Can we get these off?” You ask, tugging at your own bottoms. Harry helps you pull down your tight jeans, struggling slightly to get them off your sweaty legs. Once your jeans are off your underwear follows immediately after, carelessly strewn around the room like the rest of your clothing.

“Y/N…” Harry hungrily takes the sight of your body in, eyes darkening with lust. “You might be the death of me, did ya know that?”

“I do now.”

He sucks on his index and middle fingers and lowers them down to your core, slipping them inside you with ease. You hadn’t realized how wet you were until Harry was knuckles deep, curling his fingers tantalizingly slow inside of you. “Do ya?”

You bite down hard on your lip, nodding at Harry’s rhetorical question. “Obviously.”

He flips the two of you over, so that you’re now straddling him and he’s laying below you. “Take what you want, then–– oh wait, condom?” You nod and move as Harry digs around in his pants, pulling out his wallet.

“Don’t tell me you’re one of those guys that keeps a condom in their wallet.”

He rips it open with his teeth in one swift motion and unbuckles his pants, giving himself a couple of quick strokes before sliding it on. “What if I am? Was quick and effective, wasn’t it?” He rests his hands on your hips and pulls you back on top of him, connecting his lips with yours again. “Now you can take what you want.”

Your hands move up to grip Harry’s shoulders as you slowly sink onto him, wincing at the stretch and burn an unfamiliar partner sometimes brings. You make eye contact with Harry as you take a moment to adjust to his size, noting how his grip on your hips gets even tighter.

“S’big,” you mutter, rolling your hips slightly. Below you, Harry squeezes his eyes shut. “So big.”

“Tell me how badly you want it.”

“You already know. Don’t feel like being teased.”

Harry juts his hips up to meet you slamming down onto him, groaning out loudly from the pleasure the added motion brings. At one point he situates himself so he’s sitting straight up, using his left hand as a support for him to rest back on while his right hand is tweaking at your nipples. He’s letting out a slew of curse words, letting you know it felt just as good for him as it did for you.

“Ridin’ m’cock so good,” he says under his breath, bringing the hand that was playing with your nipples to rest in between your legs. Whenever you slam back onto him you feel him not only deep in the pit of your stomach but also on your clit, bringing you maximum pleasure. “Don’t be so quiet, let me know when ‘m makin’ you feel good, love.”

“I’m already close,” you admit, feeling a bit embarrassed at how it took Harry doing next to nothing to work an orgasm out of you. Well, not literally–– but it felt like it. “Feel s’good inside me, you’re so big.”

Harry lets out a low moan from your words, throwing his head back in pleasure. It hits the arm of his couch with a quiet thump but his pace doesn’t falter in the slightest. “You’re gonna make me cum if ya keep strokin’ my ego like that.”

“You asked for it,” you reply, changing your move from riding to grinding as you were starting to grow fatigued. “I’m close.” You remove your hands from his shoulders and let them roam the expanse of your body, wanting nothing more than to receive maximum pleasure.

“Can feel ya squeezin’ ‘round me,” Harry says, taking his lip in between his teeth. “Know you’re about to come, pet.”

"Harry..." you warn, your movements growing more desperate and sloppy. You weren't normally a selfish lover but your head was so clouded from pleasure, all you could think about at the moment was your release. Harry leans his head back on the couch again and now uses his two free hands to bring you to orgasm–– one is rubbing circles on your clit and the other one is gripping at your breasts as you use your last bit of strength to swivel your hips on him.

You're coming undone not ten seconds later, loudly moaning out the man's name who laid under you. You don't slow your movements, knowing he was right behind you.

"Y/N, fuck, 'm gonna come-" he lets out a low, guttural moan, coming immediately after announcing it.

The sounds of you trying to steady your breathing are the only sounds that fills the room as you both come down from your respective highs. Harry runs his hands along your bare body, eyes hooded from the orgasm that just wracked his body. As you’re beginning to uncurl yourself from Harry, he grabs your hand, pulling you back down.

“Will you stay the night?”

You didn’t know what sleeping with Harry meant for your relationship going forward, but you were glad you knocked on Apartment 41. 

[infernalrevenge]

Reader Gets Dominated By The Dimitrescu Sisters (feat. Strap On)

Fandom: Resident Evil 8: Village

Rating: E (for explicit content involving penetration, 18+)

Pairing/s: Bela Dimitrescu x Reader, Cassandra Dimitrescu x Reader, Daniela Dimitrescu x Reader (all Gender Neutral)

Summary: Drabbles about the Dimitrescu sisters dominating the Reader using a strap on.

Notes: I misunderstood the initial request sent to me and by the time I realized I did, I had already finished Bela's and Cassandra's and I didn't want it to go to waste so this is that :P I wrote Daniela's after the actual request was done.

Hope y'all enjoy!

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Bela Dimitrescu

Her hands settled on either side of your head, golden hair framing her face as she looked down on your bare form. She had your legs spread out before her, and you couldn't help but look between them to eye the toy strapped onto Bela as she lined its tip up to your entrance. You couldn't tell if your heart was beating hard from anticipation or concern.

"Don't get nervous now," she teased, reaching to cup your cheek, "Just keep your eyes on me, I've got you."

You gave a small nod in return, huffing out a breath as she sunk into you. A weak groan escaped your lips, eyes closing as you tried to relax. "That's it, there you go," you heard her whisper softly. It didn't take long before she was seated inside, its girth filling you completely and perfectly. You felt the heat inside you coil tighter as Bela's smirk grew.

"What a good pet, taking all of me like this," she cooed, stroking her thumb over your face. "How does it feel?"

A shuddering breath left you, "Good."

"Good," she replied, leaning down for a deep kiss. One hand gripped onto your ass, squeezing hard as she suckled on your bottom lip. "Can I move?"

You gave another nod, allowing her to slip back out before she thrust back inside, this time with more force. A cross between a surprised yelp and moan escaped, and your girlfriend seemed all too pleased with your reaction.

It only spurred her on as she languidly moved her hips to an imaginary rhythm, eliciting more of those sweet and pleasured sounds from you. Her hands cooled your heated skin as they settled on your hips, pulling them back to meet hers halfway. Sometimes, you can feel her slowing down her movements, as if to savor the moment and the desperate look in your face, only to thrust back in harshly and watch the way your mouth drops open.

Each stroke of friction brought you closer to the edge, gripping onto the blonde's shoulders. You swore your nails were digging into her skin, but that only seemed to bring her more delight.

"Bela, Bela please-- I--" you tried to say, barely able to get the words out.

"It's okay, cum for me, my love. I want to see you come undone."

She was completely buried inside when you felt the waves of pleasure roll over you, her mouth covering yours as she swallowed your cries. All you could do was pull her closer, arms around her neck and legs tightening around her lower back as you rode out your high. You could feel your hips bucking ever so slightly, just to get a tiny bit more stimulation before breaking for air.

You looked deep into her golden eyes, a dazed smile on your face. "We should do this again sometime," you whispered, still trying to catch your breath.

"Oh we will."

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Cassandra Dimitrescu

"Don't think you'll get away that easy, pet," she growled into your ear, her body pinning you against the wall. She had already pulled your bottoms all the way down to your ankles, a hand rubbing between your spread legs as you tried to move into her touch. As you pushed back against her hips, you felt something hard hidden in between her hips.

"Cassandra..." you couldn't help but moan, getting lost in a lustful haze.

"So eager, aren't we? You want me, don't you? Right here, right now?" She stroked you torturously slow, and you had to bite back a whimper to save any sliver of pride you had left.

"Tell me what you want, Y/N," she demanded, grinding her hips onto your ass. You could feel the strap on through her clothes, and you wanted nothing more than to be satisfied to the brim at that moment.

"I want... I want you, please," you muttered, trying to look back at her with pleading eyes.

"Want me to what?" she smirked, acting innocent, "You're gonna have to use your words."

Her fingers rubbed slow circles and figure-eights over you, and as you felt yourself grow hotter with nothing but sex on your mind, your mouth began to speak before you could even think more about it.

"Cass, please just keep touching me! Grope me, fuck me, I don't care, just-- please!"

You hardly got a warning with how she moved so quickly, and you could feel the toy rubbing between your cheeks before she had finally slid inside. Your knees started to buckle from underneath you as she pounded into you, her hand never leaving your most sensitive spot as her free hand roamed your chest. You kept your hands on the wall for support, clawing into the paper as every thrust left you seeing stars.

"You wanna cum, my pet? Gonna make a mess for me?" she teased, nibbling on the skin under your ear. You weren't sure what exactly did it for you, but the combination of sensations that had led up to this point finally tipped you over the edge.

You bit down hard on your lip, pushing your forehead onto the wall as you stifled your own moans. You pushed back into her hips as your orgasm took over, shaking you to your very core. If only you could see the look on your lover's face, a mix of satisfaction and smugness written all over.

It was hard to tell if that was blood or drool dribbling down your chin, but it didn't matter as the brunette turned you around to lick it off of you. It took all the strength you had left to stay standing, but you couldn't help the shiver running through your spine -- both from the residual pleasure, and the way Cassandra eyed you like a predator that had caught her prey. She took you by the hand and pulled you along to follow her, and you were still too far gone to remember your half-dressed state.

"Shall we go for round two? My room, of course."

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Daniela Dimitrescu

You gripped the cold metal sink as Daniela entered you, hips meeting yours as she pressed her chest against your back. You two were supposed to be inconspicuous, especially with how much of a common area the kitchen could be -- her cloak covered enough of your bare behind (or at least you hoped it did) as she was seated deep inside.

"I-I was just about to... finish washing the dishes, y-you know?" you stuttered out, eyes darting around before looking over your shoulder to your lover. She looked all too smug for your liking, especially given the situation she had you in. You wished you could complain, but the way she slowly rolled her hips against yours had any protests stuck in your throat.

Strained moans spilled out of you -- even the pace she was going at was enough to send sparks of pleasure between your legs. You could feel her chuckles vibrating against your back, arms wrapped around your waist so that any unsuspecting servant or sister passing by would think she was just being a little too affectionate toward the staff again.

Perhaps "too affectionate" wasn't a strong enough term.

Still, you ground back to meet her, arching just enough to feel it brush into something that made you gasp. Immediately, a gloved hand covered your mouth as Daniela's breath ghosted over your ear.

"Be quiet now. Wouldn't wanna get caught now, would we?" she teased. If you were any stronger, you swore you would have left dents against the sink by now.

You knew she wanted you to beg, to whisk you away for a proper fucking. You weren't about to give in that easily, however -- not when you were so vulnerable at that moment.

It felt like an eternity of delicious torture before the woman looked over her shoulder, groaning in frustration before she pulled your hips back further.

"Daniela, w-what are you--"

"I'm going to finish you off, pet. Even I get tired of waiting," she replied simply.

She reeled herself back before thrusting in hard, and you had to bite your lip to stop your moans from coming out too loudly. Your arms stretched out to the wall as you both gave in to your desires, letting her pound into you the way you wanted for what felt like hours ago.

Your orgasm came crashing upon you, so sudden that you barely felt any of the build up. The redhead rode you through your release before finally slipping out, embracing you from behind once again. Leaning back into her was pretty much the only thing keeping you upright at the moment.

"Feel good, baby?" she whispered, planting a kiss on the corner of your jaw. You nodded in response.

A few beats of silence passed before you spoke up, looking back at her. "May I return the favor?"

You never got to finish washing those dishes.