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[sunnibits]

hair isn’t purple enough I’ve decided. probably gonna try to up the purple levels tomorrow. if I’m gonna be ourple then I want to commit goddamnit.

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Contraband

"Miss Black, how many times have you been told you that running shoes are not part of our uniform?" said the kind but stern Principal Kent, catching Kelly between classes. "I know, sir, but my shoes were taken by the other girls, Samantha and her gang. I only have my trainers left."

Kent looked at her, still stern, but a flicker of empathy registered in his face. "One of these days, Kelly, you're going to have to stand up to them. You need to be more aggressive. For now, here take this key, it will get you into the confiscation room, there is surely to be a pair of shoes in there you can borrow. Quickly now!" he said hoping no one would see his obvious favouritism to Kelly.

Kelly nodded, feeling the weight of isolation as she walked down the corridor. Bullied and friendless, the boarding school seemed like a never-ending maze of hostility. As she entered the contraband room, she wondered if there would ever be a day when she could break free from the clutches of Samantha and her gang.

Kelly scoured the room, scanning through a sea of forgotten and illicit items. She passed a whole host of things that ranged from cigarettes all the way to dildos. There seemed to be items from every decade in there.

Finally her eyes fell upon the box marked 'shoes.' Inside, an array of styles and vintage greeted her, but one pair seized her attention immediately. Sky high white stilettos, barely acceptable within the dress code, beckoned her. These were shoes she would have never considered before; too sexy, too trashy, she thought, for her plain, boring body.

And yet something about them was nearly daring her to try them, to step outside her comfort zone. Hesitant, Kelly pulled the stilettos from the box. As she ran her fingers along the shiny material them, a rebellious spark ignited within her. Perhaps it was time for a change, a departure from the identity imposed on her by Samantha and her gang. She tried them on, the unfamiliar sensation of height and confidence taking hold.

She unsteadily walked a few feet to a nearby lengthwise mirror and took in her reflection. The shoes looked ridiculous on her, her messy hair, glasses and oversized clothes clashed immediately with the shoes. She cursed to herself. For even thinking they might look good on her.

However as she reached down to take them off the stilettos suddenly seemed to tighten around her feet of their own accord. A strange sensation washed over her, making her lightheaded. Dark purple wisps wafted off the shoes, swirling up her legs and around her body. The room crackled with an energy both electric and foreboding.

Kelly gasped as the purple cloud shot into her mouth and slithered down her throat making her cough. Despite the discomfort she felt a most pleasurable sensation start in her stomach and radiate outwards. She felt her very bones creak and her skin stretch and go taut in equally measure. Her body somehow changing.

The shoes, now snug against her feet, seemed to sculpt her legs, elongating them with an ethereal elegance. Her posture shifted, adopting a more defiant stance that hinted at newfound confidence. The curves of her silhouette became more pronounced, as if the magic sought to highlight a beauty that had long been overlooked.

“Ohhh god what’s happening to me? I feel so… nasty.” She groaned as the changes continued.

Her clothing, seemingly touched by the same mystical forces, clung to her transformed figure with a provocative allure. The ordinary uniform tightened around her increasingly shrinking stomach. Her shirt tied up at the middle to expose her new flat midriff and to act as a bra for her now bigger tits. The once modest knee length skirt shortened to a length that would expose her privates with the most subtle of breezes.

The very thought would have made Kelly blush previously but was now turning her on. So much so that she was delighted when she felt her underwear dissolve away leaving her pussy bare.

“Oh fuck yes it’ll be so much easier to fuck studs like this. Oh god what am I saying? That’s not the kind of girl I am! Mmmm but I could be.” She groaned in pleasure.

Her messy brunette locks underwent a startling change, gradually transitioning to a lustrous and thick mane, gaining several inches in height as if was made of hairspray.

Simultaneously, fake nails snapped on her fingers. As if guided by an unseen hand, they took on a polished white sheen to match her new shoes. Finally her skin took on a bronzed fake tan look from head to toe and thick sexy makeup covered her face.

As Kelly eyed herself in the mirror, a personality crystallized in her mind. The girl staring back at her wasn’t some delicate well spoken wallflower who bent to the orders of anyone, not least Samantha and her clique of stuck up princesses.

No, Kelly was now a girl who did whatever she wanted and fuck the consequences. She was a trashy bitch who lived for life’s pleasure’s. A wicked grin crept across her face. "Fuck, look at me now, I’m proper changed, innit? No more being the soft target for those posh sluts. I feel so nasty and mean, I fuckin’ love it!"

She played with her thick hair, and started chewing on gum that had somehow appeared in her mouth. "Gone from plain Jane to a fuckin' babe. Never thought I'd look so good as slutty chav."

Her eyes glinted with a rebellious fire. "Those slag bullies won't know what to do with me. I'm not a fuckin’ pushover anymore.” She laughed to herself as she picked up the box of cigarettes she had seen earlier and sparked up on.

She breathed in deep its smoke, letting it coat her lungs. She blew a perfect ring as if she had done it a thousand times. She ran her fingers along the shelves of the room pocketing or wearing anything that caught her eye. She quickly lost track of time and ignored the bell ring signalling the end of class.

She was just eying a huge dildo when Principal Kent, concerned by Kelly's prolonged absence, entered the room with a purpose. However, as his eyes fell upon the transformed figure before him, shock and disbelief painted his features. "Kelly, what in the world..."

She looked at him first like the authorial figure he was and was about to scowl but then something started to grow inside of her, a sudden lust. Kelly had always been fond of Kent and that fondness had transformed into a newfound need to fuck him. She couldn’t help but salivate at the thought of tasting his dick and making him cum inside her. She stubbed her cigarette on the ground with her new heels and walked over to him like a panther.

She walked past his open mouthed stance and closed the door. With a turn of the lock she sealed the two of them in. She put her hands behind her butt and arched her back at him, pushing out her cleavage. Kent gulped.

“Ohhhh sir, I’m so glad you came, I got locked in here by mistake. You’re my knight in shining armour.” She said with a dangerous smile as she slowly approached him. He backed away into a shelf, pinned in by the new Kelly.

“Miss Black, I think we need to find you some help, why don’t we…” He began nervously.

Her wicked grin cut through his words as she stood confidently in his path. "Principal Kent, no need for help. I’ve learned the one thing you’ve always said I needed to be. Aggressive. And call me Kelly, babe."

In a bold move, Kelly seized Principal Kent by the head, pulling him into a deep and unexpected kiss. As their lips met, the magic within her stomach rose up and out her mouth entering Kent’s body. Kelly pulled back from their kiss and found Kent to be in a sort of trance.

“Well isn’t this a surprise?” Kelly said waving her hand in front of his face to no reaction while tasting the lingering magic on her lips. Smirking to herself she undid his belt buckle and let his pants slide to the floor. Pulling his underwear down she was dismayed to find a fairly insignificant penis staring back at her.

“Let’s see what my slutty magic mouth can do about this.” She grinned as she wrapped her pink lips around his cock and began sucking. To her delight she felt it grow larger in her mouth. However Kent seemed to break from his trance by her slurping but rather than stop her he grabbed her hair and guided his cock in and out of her mouth.

“Oh fuck yes you dirty slag, suck my big cock. Oh what am I saying? What are you doing to me.” He groaned in confusion but finding it hard to stop himself. Kelly looked up at him with satisfied dirty look on her face as she watched the magic start to spiral out from her mouth, down his shaft and infect the rest of his body.

His body began to bulk outwards along his arms and legs, becoming strong and muscular. His flabby middle aged stomach sucked in and became a toned six pack. He aged backwards, going from his 40 something self into an 18 year old hunk with a stylish haircut and chiselled jaw line. His muted suit turned into one of the school uniforms that barely contained his new bulging form.

He couldn’t help but look at himself in the mirror as Kelly continued to suck him off. He flexed his muscles and practiced a scowl. Like Kelly before him he found a new persona emerge the more he looked at his reflection. One that was mean, cruel and loved to bully. The only thing he loved more was his bitchy girlfriend Kelly.

He felt his huge dick start to spasm as he let the new personality take over, he was about to cum but Kelly had other plans. Pulling his dick out of her mouth she started to stroke it slowly as she stood up and slipped her wet pussy onto it. They both moaned in unison as she did.

“Ohhhh fuck babe I don’t know what you did to me but I fucking love it. I feel like such a bastard now.” He grinned.

“Stop bloody talking will ya and fuck me!” She said with a cheeky grin as he lifted her off the ground and pushed her against a wall. She groaned in ecstasy Ashe rammed his member into her wanting pussy again and again.

“Cum in me you fucking bastard!” She groaned loudly that she was sure most of school would hear. Kent obliged by thrusting long and hard into her. The magic that she had imparted on him was now re-entering her body. With each drop of cum coming in Kent started to revert back to his older form.

“No! No! What’s happening to me?” Kent cried out as he slowly dropped Kelly to the ground unable to hold her with his weaker arms. Kelly smirked to herself as she watched Kent turn completely back to his normal self.

“Sorry babe, but the magic likes to come back to me, I can’t help it can I? But tell you what, you be a good little principal and let me do whatever the fuck I want and we can make this a daily thing. Deal?” She said as she toyed with her hair.

Kent looked at her tight body and her sexy smile and knew he would do anything she asked. Anything to feel strong again and anything to feel her warm pussy again. He nodded. With that Kelly disappeared into the shelves to retrieve something.

“Good. First things first, the uniform code doesn’t apply to me anymore got it? I can wear whatever the fuck I want from know on got it?” She called out from deep in the room.

“Oh I don’t think I can do that, it will be obvious favouritism….” He started but trailed off as Kelly emerged dressed in a new outfit. He gulped and felt his dick get instantly hard.

“Don’t worry baby, I’m going to be your new student liaison, or something proper like that, so I’ll need to stand out from the rest of school or make up whatever excuse you want I don’t fucking care. Either way we’re going to be spending a lot more time together and you’re going to help me rule this dump. Aren’t you babe?” She said more as a statement of fact than a request.

She didn’t need to sink to her knees and suck him off again but she had gotten so horny thinking about what a mean bitchy queen chav she was going to be that she wanted big strong Kent back and Kent wasn’t going to argue.

THE END

[macnmooore]

Vaquero Johnny so i can talk about my headcanons for Johnny, lots of words so be wary

I’m gonna be straight to the point for this one, he’s kinda ugly but in the cute way yk? Like you see a possum and you think aww it’s so ugly it’s cute type shit. That’s how I pictured him because the girl that sat next to me for my elective class described him as utterly adorable and I was like Nu uh his ass is ugly and I kept that mentality until my history teacher explained why people saw him as cute. Like people think he’s cute because he has the classic big ass eyes and he had the potential to be cutest or handsomest guy but he couldn’t since he’s troubled and it kinda just clicked for my then. But also with the whole ugly thing, he’s also tough and hood looking to other people that aren’t part of the gang so I like to exaggerate his ruggishness with his scar and everything about him. Now with that out of the way here is the actual silly headcanons 😭

Since he most likely doesn’t get to shower often you can’t really see his curls all the much so it ends up just looking a bit wavy idk if that’s possible but I also imagine greasing your hair isn’t going to help much with caring for your curls.

He had really fucked up teeth that where never corrected because his parents don’t even love him enough to get him a new toothbrush (lil homie has been using the same toothbrush since the second grade) They don’t hurt him too much much but his jaw does lock up and sometimes causes him to slur his words. His favorite food is anything meaty and rich and also popcorn, m&ms and peanuts. (Idk how he’s eating crunchy foods like popcorn with his fucked up teeth but whatever’s) But he doesn’t get to indulge in those favorites often since his ass usually has to settle for air, water or sleeping early for dinner.

He’s left handed, that’s like the only thing his dad likes about him since he’s also left handed. Speaking of arms! He fractured his right elbow when he was like eight and never told anyone so it healed on its own but healed crooked.

As we still are on the topic of Johnny’s medical history, he either gets sick really easily during the winter or has the toughest immune system nothing in between though.

I know he has a canonical birthday and favorite color but I’m just gonna ignore that. He was born on November 5 (he only exists because of Valentine’s Day) and he looks like he enjoys the color purple idk

Some miscellaneous ones now ig. Painted his nails black since Ponyboy begged him to match with him. Johnny and Dallas have matching dog tags. He likes to name the stray animals. He’s a light sleeper but in the way how soldiers in the military are. They sleep for a few hours but still somehow manage to get a lot of energy from it but can wake up easily when needed, like for Johnny’s case, police sirens. He has a different shade of dark brown in his eyes. It’s very VERY subtle but his right eye is a lighter brown than his left. His dad used to call him a brunt cookie when he was younger. Once the cops pulled up to him at one point and he just stared at them with fear in his eyes and they gave him a number to call if he wanted a lobotomy before driving away.

[eleanorfenyxwrites]

Let's Get Down Tonight

The Waves Are Rising and Rising Extra Scene #6

NieYao are obsessed with each other again.......who could have foreseen this happening........do they also accidentally push painful buttons? In MY NieYao? It's exactly as likely as you think.

--//--

Nie Mingjue climbs to his feet with a low groan, stretching out his back and arms, and flexing his hand a few times. He has spent the whole afternoon stuck in meetings - either with the few Nie elders still sensate enough to contribute to sect politics, or with minor sect leaders and merchants. Half way through the afternoon he was informed by Nie Zonghui that Lianfang-zun had arrived and been shown to his usual guest bedroom, and it had been agony knowing that it would be hours before he would be able to leave and seek him out for a proper hello. When the meetings were finished, he’d opted to stay at his desk in Blade Hall for a little while longer and finish off a few bits of paperwork, so that when he was done he would really truly be done, and be able to devote all of his attention to thoroughly greeting his partner.

He stacks up the papers and, as he leaves the hall, passes them to a servant to be taken to his formal study. A flicker of excitement builds inside of him as he strides through the halls of Bujing Shi, trying to keep down the spring in his step as his mind runs A-Yao, A-Yao, A-Yao on repeat. He will be staying for three full days this time, and Nie Mingjue has every intention of making the most of them.

Lan Xichen will be arriving tomorrow, a thought that sends a fresh burst of happiness through his heart. He’d deliberately opted to arrive a day later than Jin Guangyao, encouraging the other two of them to spend time together alone; compared to what each of them have with Lan Xichen, their relationship is still fresh and fledgeling, still trying to figure itself out, and Nie Mingjue is immensely grateful that their mutual partner is very understanding of that.

Nie Mingjue slides open the door to his rooms, and steps inside. He stops short in his shock.

In front of him stands Meng Yao. 

Meng-fushi, specifically, his glossy hair pulled back in Nie braids denoting his rank, and his hands smoothing down his pale purple robes, accented with brown stripes and a subtle geometric pattern that marks them as Nie, as he twists to admire them in Nie Mingjue’s mirror. Meng-fushi had cinched the thick robes tight around his waist with a brown leather belt, but he’d taken that with him when he’d left Qinghe, so today Jin Guangyao has made do with just a light sash.

Jin Guangyao spots Nie Mingjue’s reflection in the mirror and spins around fast enough to make the layers of his robes flare out around him. He blinks owlishly and seems to actually be a little embarrassed - which is ridiculous, because the robes do technically still belong to him. 

The far, far more embarrassing thing is that Nie Mingjue still has them, years later. 

In his own bedroom.

Well, shit.

They stare at each other in silence for several moments. Nie Mingjue feels his ears burn in mortification. He finally finds the presence of mind to slide the door closed behind him, clearing his throat, and that seems to bring Jin Guangyao to his senses too. 

“Sorry,” he says, “I wasn’t trying to snoop through your things, I was…” he huffs a laugh, then bites his lip on an awkward grin, looking up at Nie Mingjue through his eyelashes, “I thought perhaps I could surprise you by wearing one of your overrobes - you always like it when I wear them - so I was looking through your clothes, and I found… these.”

Despite his personal embarrassment, Nie Mingjue can’t help returning the grin. “I’m not surprised they still fit you. One of these days you’ll stay still for long enough to actually put on a few pounds.”

Jin Guangyao rolls his eyes at the well-trodden ground of that particular teasing, then tilts his head, fiddling a little with the brown trim on his close-cut sleeves. “Mingjue… why do you still have them?”

“Ah,” Nie Mingjue’s grin turns sheepish, “well, after you left Qinghe-”

He can see in the way that Meng Yao’s mouth immediately pinches that he wants to give a snappish retort to that, but he stays silent instead, and what is that if not progress? They’ve had their share of discussions about that day, and all of them have been deeply unpleasant. Nie Mingjue walks over to Jin Guangyao as he speaks, suddenly aching to touch him, show him that’s grateful for the restraint. 

“-I went through your room to check for any paperwork or sect business. Most of your stuff I left alone for Huaisang to pack up - I assumed you would go on and try your luck in Lanling, and we’d be able to pass it all on to you once you’d settled - but then I found those robes, and…”

He reaches Jin Guangyao and stretches out his arm to rest a hand on the back of his neck, on the warm skin under the thick curtain of his hair. Jin Guangyao leans into his touch and leans against his chest, looping an arm around his waist and looking up at him with wide, curious eyes.

“Well, uh. I couldn’t quite bring myself to get rid of them. They were in the Nie style, after all, so I figured you wouldn’t wear them again anyway.”

Jin Guangyao’s open curious expression slides into a sly smile. He walks his fingertips up Nie Mingjue’s chest teasingly. “Ohhh, gege,” he coos, “did big powerful Chifeng-zun drop to his knees and weep over this humble little one’s robes?”

Nie Mingjue thinks that he keeps his reaction quite well restrained, but apparently just the tiniest twitch of his mouth and flicker of his eyes is sufficient to clue Jin Guangyao into his thoughts nowadays.

“Oh! You did?” Jin Guangyao gasps, looking far more delighted than he has any right to be. Unable to meet his eyes and smug little grin, Nie Mingjue ducks his head and delivers a careful bite to the side of his partner’s neck in retaliation.

“Hey, ow, stop that - Mingjue!” Jin Guangyao brings up a hand to shove at his face, “I think it’s sweet. Don’t be crabby.” 

Nie Mingjue presses an apology kiss over the spot he bit, then rubs the skin with his moustache until Jin Guangyao squirms around in his arms, trying to limit his access. This leaves them pressed front-to-back, standing in front of the mirror. Nie Mingjue rests his chin on top of Jin Guangyao’s head as they both take a moment to watch their reflections. 

They look good together. Particularly good, if Nie Mingjue says so himself.

Jin Guangyao hums thoughtfully, resting his arms on top of where Nie Mingjue’s are wrapped around his middle and leaning back against his chest. “Meng Yao,” he murmurs as he stares at his own slightly distorted face in the mirror. 

He goes quiet, and something about that silence feels melancholic, so Nie Mingjue presses a kiss to the top of Jin Guangyao’s head, and aims for levity.

“You know, you were very cute back then, but I much prefer you now.”

Jin Guangyao sucks in a sharp little breath. “Really?” He asks, and although his tone is casual, there’s tightness in his voice that indicates some kind of pain. 

“Definitely,” Nie Mingjue says. He kisses Jin Guangyao’s head again for good measure.

They stand there together for a few more moments, Nie Mingjue content to wait as Jin Guangyao breathes through whatever emotion has abruptly arisen inside of him, rocking him a little, absently, from side to side, feeling the tension slowly ebb out of his body. When he is calm again, he turns in the circle of Nie Mingjue’s arms, and smirks up at him, head tilted mischievously.

“Maybe I can keep these robes on for tonight,” he murmurs, gripping Nie Mingjue’s lapels as he stands up on his toes. “Perhaps we could… play around a little. What do you think?”

Nie Mingjue blinks, pulse racing. Their relationship is still quite new, and they’ve never tried anything like this before. He’s never had any particular inclination to pretend to be someone besides himself, but… there’s a lot he would do for that smirk. And who knows, maybe it would be fun.

“Sure,” Nie Mingjue leans down so he’s speaking against Jin Guangyao’s lips, “what did you have in mind?”

–//–

Meng Yao steps into the room, his slight form moving as lightly as a courtesan, as gracefully as a dancer, making his way towards Nie-zongzhu’s desk. It’s late, and he’s finally finished the last of his paperwork, and he needs to leave it for his master to look over. If he’s quick, he can set it down in Nie-zongzhu’s rooms and slip back out again before the imposing man returns from the training grounds. 

He bends to adjust the paper on the low table, making certain it is set straight - Nie-zongzhu is very particular and so easy to anger, so Meng Yao always does his best to make everything perfect - before standing back up and turning towards the door.

“Oh!” Meng Yao gasps, hands flying to his mouth.

In the doorway stands Nie Mingjue, silhouetted in the moonlight, nothing but a huge mountain of a man. Meng Yao cannot see his expression, so he dips into a low apologetic bow, just in case.

“Zongzhu! This one is terribly sorry for being in your rooms at such an hour, I just wished to drop off the day’s reports so that you could look them over first thing tomorrow morning. I will take my leave, and my deepest apologies for inconveniencing you.”

Nie Mingjue says nothing, shadowed face inscrutable. 

Meng Yao gulps.

He straightens up from his bow and makes his way to the door, expecting Nie Mingjue to step aside, but even as he approaches and gets close, the man does not move. Meng Yao stops a few paces away, terrified to meet his eyes, and yet at the same time, desperate to glean some understanding as to what he’s thinking. He flicks his gaze up; up, up, over the huge rippling muscles of his chest, to his severe face, hard eyes, and mouth set in a fierce frown. Meng Yao’s heart pounds. 

“Zongzhu?” He whispers.

Nie Mingjue reaches behind himself and slides the door closed.

Meng Yao’s pounding heart leaps into his throat.

“It’s late,” Nie Mingjue rumbles. “If you are seen leaving my quarters at such an hour, there will be gossip,” in the gloom, Meng Yao can just about make out Nie Mingjue’s eyebrows lowering, “I do not like gossip.”

“Yes, zongzhu,” Meng Yao says. “Of course. What- what does zongzhu suggest this one does?”

“Meng-fushi will stay in my rooms tonight.”

Meng Yao glances over his shoulder towards the day bed, sat at the end of Nie-zongzhu’s office area. It looks comfortable enough. He can certainly manage it for one night. “Nie-zongzhu is very wise, this one will-”

He turns back and cuts himself off with a squeak; Nie Mingjue has closed the gap between them, and the end of Meng Yao’s nose is nearly touching Chifeng-zun’s mighty chest. Meng Yao stumbles backwards, but each step back he takes is matched by one of Nie Mingjue’s huge strides, chasing him until Meng Yao feels his back hit the wall. Meng Yao gulps again, his heart beating so hard he feels like it might burst out of his ribcage. 

“Nie-zongzhu?” Meng Yao whimpers, blinking up at his master with his huge, doelike eyes.

Nie Mingjue does not respond. He plants one huge hand against the wall on one side of Meng Yao’s head, and the other on the other side, caging him in with his arms. Slowly he leans in, so the rock-solid form of his huge body presses against Meng Yao’s tiny form, and Meng Yao sucks in a gasp as he feels the long line of Nie Mingjue’s hard cock press against his stomach.

“Chifeng-zun…” Meng Yao whispers, flattening himself against the wall, eyes darting around, looking for escape. “Please, I…”

“Okay,” Nie Mingjue says, exasperated, “explain to me - what about you being scared of me is supposed to be sexy?”

Jin Guangyao sighs, dropping his head back against the wall, “Some people like it.”

Nie Mingjue pushes away off the wall, stepping back, “It just feels weird to me, if I’m honest. I don’t think it’s my thing.”

“Fine, fine,” Jin Guangyao concedes, then rubs the centre of his forehead wearily, “it was kind of weird. Let’s try something else.”

–//–

Meng Yao sashays into the room, his lithe form moving as smoothly as a courtesan, as artfully as a dancer, making his way towards Nie-zongzhu’s desk. It is late, and Nie Mingjue is still working, his muscular form curled over his paperwork, his teeth worrying at his plump bottom lip as he concentrates.

Meng Yao closes the door behind him, the sound low but still enough to alert Nie Mingjue’s superior cultivator senses. He looks up, and his dark, sensual gaze sends heat shooting through Meng Yao’s body. 

“Nie-zongzhu,” Meng Yao says, bending over to bow, though keeping his head raised just a little, so he can look at his sect leader through his eyelashes. “This one is finished with his other duties. Is there anything else this one can do to serve you tonight?”

Nie Mingjue clears his throat. “Meng Yao could… uh, pour me a drink.”

“This Meng Yao would be glad to.”

Meng Yao crosses the length of the room slowly, making sure Nie Mingjue has ample time to appreciate the way his body moves; he lets one side of his over robe slip just slightly down, off the top of his shoulder, and bites his lip when he sees Nie Mingjue’s gaze snap to it. Meng Yao pauses at the cabinet against the wall, picking up the ceramic water jug, then crosses over to the desk. He adjusts his weight so he can drop carefully to his knees, but does not account for the cushion in front of the other side of the desk, so his foot catches. He gasps as the trip jolts the jug in his hands, sending a splash of water arcing perfectly over the desk, past the paperwork, and right into the middle of Nie Mingjue’s chest.

“Oh! Chifeng-zun!” Meng Yao cries, setting the jug down on the desk immediately. “This one apologises, what an embarrassing accident! Please, let me help.”

Nie Mingjue’s mouth twitches. He seems to be struggling to speak, so he nods instead. 

Meng Yao crosses around the desk, and bends over; the collars of his inner robes are inexplicably eskew, giving Nie Mingjue a view of one fully exposed collarbone, and part of the way down to his chest. Meng Yao reaches for the lapels of Nie Mingjue’s outer robe and peels it down off his shoulders, before huffing and pouting when it gets stuck.

“Zongzhu, I’m going to have to take off your belt to get this nasty wet robe off,” he says, looking up at Nie Mingjue through his eyelashes again. “Will you let me take your big beast-head belt off, zongzhu?”

Nie Mingjue lifts his hand as if he is coughing into it, but the sound that he makes sounds rather more like a stifled laugh. He nods again.

Meng Yao sinks down to his knees slowly, holding eye contact with Nie Mingjue. He reaches out for the belt, and as his hand moves across Nie Mingjue’s lap, it dips to bump between his legs.

“Oops,” Meng Yao whispers, “this one is so clumsy today.”

Nie Mingjue snorts, then coughs again, then says, “It’s fine.”

Meng Yao carefully unbuckles the belt, unloops it from around Nie Mingjue’s waist by leaning in close and pressing his cheek to his chest, then returns to removing Nie Mingjue’s wet layers. Once the first one is gone, Meng Yao runs both hands carefully over the breadth of Nie-zongzhu’s chest, carefully feeling out the material.

“Oh zongzhu, you’re still so wet-”

Nie Mingjue bursts into laughter, then quickly slaps his hand over his mouth. “Sorry,” he chokes out from behind his palm, “uh, aha, carry on.”

And Meng Yao does. He reaches around Nie Mingjue’s side to unpick the ties to each layer in succession, peeling them off his body with meticulous care, holding eye contact the whole time. Each robe is carefully folded and set aside, until Nie Mingjue is sat only in his trousers.

Meng Yao reaches out and presses his fingers to the centre of Nie Mingjue’s chest, tracing the glistening moisture clinging to the coarse layer of hair, and the taught, muscular flesh underneath. 

“Oh dear,” Meng Yao purrs, “zongzhu, the water got all the way through your robes. What can I possibly use to dry you off now?”

His hands drop to his sash, “I suppose… there’s always… my robes…”

Nie Mingjue bursts out laughing again, and this time he cannot smother it, falling backwards onto his elbows and hopelessly cackling. 

Jin Guangyao folds his arms. “For gods’ sake Mingjue, can you get it together? Would it kill you to try and improvise a little with me? It’s like talking to a stone wall. A stone wall that’s trying not to laugh.”

“Sorry,” Nie Mingjue wheezes from where he’s lying on the floor, “I just- what you were saying-” he bursts into another round of laughter. 

“Nevermind,” Jin Guangyao grouses, rolling his eyes. “I should have known you’d be terrible at this.”

Nie Mingjue heaves himself back up into a sitting position, wiping at his eyes with the side of his hand, shoulders shaking with intermittent giggles, “No, no, let’s - let’s try something else, okay? Something less… porny.”

–//–

Meng Yao stalks into the room, his whip-thin form moving as dangerously as a courtesan, as sleekly as a dancer, making his way towards Nie-zongzhu’s desk. It’s late, the rest of the fort is asleep, and that is perfect for his intentions tonight.

Nie Mingjue is knelt in front of his desk, dressed in only his trousers, his hands bound behind his back. He looks up at Meng Yao as he walks in, watching as he slides the door shut behind him. 

“What are you going to do to me?” Nie Mingjue asks warily. 

Meng Yao smiles over his shoulder at him. His eyes are hooded and calm. “Only what you deserve, Chifeng-zun.”

Nie Mingjue swallows heavily. 

Meng Yao walks slowly over towards him, his eyes raking over Nie Mingjue’s exposed chest, admiring the way his arms being pulled back stretches out his shoulders and pulls his muscles taut. He stops in front of Nie-zongzhu and just looks down at him for several moments, head cocked to the side, silent, before he pivots smoothly on his heel and begins to pace up and down in front of him leisurely. 

“Nobody knows that I have you here,” Meng Yao says, almost conversationally, “and I’ve activated the privacy talismans, so there’s no point in kicking up a fuss. No one will hear you. Do you understand?”

Nie Mingjue frowns up at him. Meng Yao stops pacing to nudge him lightly in the side with his boot.

“Yes,” Nie Mingjue says.

Meng Yao’s eyes go cold, “Yes, what?”

“Yes, Meng-fushi,” Nie Mingjue growls.

The coldness immediately fades from Meng Yao’s eyes. He smiles lazily, a dimple popping in his cheek, then, quickly, as if acting purely on impulse, he ducks down to grab Nie Mingjue’s chin and capture his mouth in a sharp, biting kiss.

He straightens back up and returns to his slow pacing, hands tucked behind his back. The room is silent besides the low padding of his footfalls. Meng Yao flicks his hair over his shoulder as he approaches Baxia’s stand, so he can better look back towards Nie Mingjue. His lazy smile turns into a smirk as he sees the way Nie Mingjue’s stomach muscles tense, his eyes narrowing.

He stops, examining the saber, then tilts his head back so he can see Nie Mingjue out of the corner of his eye.

“Don’t you have anything to say to me?” Meng Yao tuts, “I thought you’d have more fight in you than this, Chifeng-zun.”

“What could I possibly have to say?” Nie Mingjue growls.

“Oh, I don’t know,” Meng Yao says airily, and Nie Mingjue sucks in a sharp breath as he begins to run his fingers down Baxia’s grip, and then back up again, fingertips catching lightly against its ridges. Meng Yao’s smirk grows wider. “I thought that maybe you’d want something. A hand, maybe. Or a mouth. I’ll let you have what you want if you ask nicely.”

Nie Mingjue hisses through his teeth.

“That didn’t sound like please to me,” Meng Yao murmurs.

Meng Yao’s fingers run suggestively up and down Baxia’s grip one last time, and then he pivots back and strolls across the room to where Nie Mingjue is kneeling. He looks down at his sect leader, an easy smirk on his lips, hair draped partly over his shoulder and the lines of his body confident, bold, full of almost lazy threat.

Nie Mingjue looks up at him, and abruptly, Meng Yao is no longer in the pale geometric purple Nie style robes, but slate grey and black, tight-fitting to set off his slender waist, eyes lined in kohl, and that same look on his face, blood splashed all across the floor-

“Mingjue?” Jin Guangyao drops to his knees and takes Nie Mingjue by the shoulders, “Are you alright?”

Mingjue. Meng Yao never called him that. Nie Mingjue blinks, and Jin Guangyao is before him again, eyes wide and full of concern.

“I’m alright,” Nie Mingjue says. He breathes deep until his shoulders stop trembling, and sighs in relief as Jin Guangyao’s clever fingers unpick the knots holding his wrists bound. He’d only been loosely tied with one of his own silk sashes, and should have been able to escape easily, and yet - somehow he’d… forgotten. 

Jin Guangyao sits back on his heels and watches him, biting his lip. “What happened?”

“It was fine up until you started touching Baxia, and then-” Nie Mingjue sucks in a long breath through his nose, “it was… it was too close to Nightless City.”

Jin Guangyao nods stiffly. Now Nie Mingjue is a little calmer, he can see how brittle his partner looks, the way his hands are fisted in his robes like they’re the only thing holding him together. Nie Mingjue holds out his arm, and Jin Guangyao slumps in relief, curling into his chest with a long shaky exhale.

–//–

They relocate to the bed. For a while they just sit, curled together, breathing in tandem.

“You know,” Nie Mingjue says, resting his cheek against the top of Jin Guangyao’s head, “I was actually kind of enjoying the mean thing at first.”

Jin Guangyao snorts. “Really? You weren’t acting like it.”

Nie Mingjue shifts back, so they can look each other in the face whilst they talk. “I was trying to improvise with you. Inhabit the role and stuff, I don’t know.” He smiles, reaching up to tuck Jin Guangyao’s hair behind his ear, “I know you know I like it when you’re all bossy.” 

That earns him a small, genuinely pleased smile, before Jin Guangyao tips over to rest against his chest again.

“So maybe we can try again,” Jin Guangyao murmurs, “just…”

“Stay away from anything too close to the past.”

They lapse into another silence, though this one is easier, each breath bringing them closer to peace. Jin Guangyao plays idly with a section of his hair, winding it into a small braid, and when he finishes with it, he shifts in Nie Mingjue’s arms, resting against his thigh and looking up at him. 

“Did you… did you want me, back then? Back when I was Meng-fushi?”

Nie Mingjue hums thoughtfully. “I never let myself dwell on it long enough to consider it properly, but yes. Yes, I wanted you.”

Jin Guangyao jerks up into a sitting position again, open curiosity on his face. “You did?”

“You didn’t know?”

Jin Guangyao shakes his head slowly. “No, you never showed any interest in such things, so I assumed…”

“I didn’t want to pursue it because I didn’t think you’d take it very well. I was your sect leader, and given the way people treated you because of your mother, I didn’t want you to feel like you were pressured into anything.” Nie Mingjue sighs, “And then there was the buildup to the war, and…”

“And then you banished me,” Jin Guangyao murmurs.

Nie Mingjue sighs again. He wonders if there will ever be a time where that day isn’t an open wound on both their hearts.

“Mingjue,” Jin Guangyao murmurs, reaching over to rest his hand on Nie Mingjue’s, “what would you have done, if the war and all the other complications hadn’t happened, and I’d stayed with the Nie?”

–//– 

Meng Yao walks into the room, his steps light and hesitant, sliding the door closed behind him then making his way towards Nie-zongzhu’s tea table. It’s late, and his sect leader has summoned him. It’s not out of the norm for the two of them to take tea later in the evening, when Nie Mingjue has been busy all day with meetings or training and hasn’t had a chance to run him through the required updates. 

It is unusual, however, to see Nie Mingjue nervous. 

At least, that’s what Meng Yao thinks is going on. The tall man is knelt on the far side of the table, hands on the surface of it and fingers drumming restlessly. Nie Mingjue is not a man who fidgets. Meng Yao has no idea what could possibly make Chifeng-zun nervous, and that, in turn, makes him nervous.

“Nie-zongzhu?”

“Ah, Meng Yao. Sit, sit.”

Meng Yao sinks to his knees on the cushion on the other side of the table, and inclines his head with a polite smile when Nie Mingjue pours him tea. He is grateful to have something to do with his hands so that he doesn’t start nervously fidgeting himself; he cradles his warm cup and breathes in the steam, trying to calm himself. If this were a major problem, Nie Mingjue would have summoned the elders too. Meng Yao is probably just reading him wrong. Whilst he has done his best to get close to the sect leader, the man can still sometimes be utterly opaque to him, his motives utterly alien.  

When Nie Mingjue doesn’t speak, Meng Yao cautiously puts down his cup and lifts the stack of reports he’d brought with him. “I finished going through the accounts, like you asked.”

“Good, good,” Nie Mingjue says distractedly, “that, uh, that wasn’t what I called you here for though.”

Meng Yao swallows, totally at a loss, “Zongzhu?”

Nie Mingjue sucks in a deep breath, and, to Meng Yao’s bewilderment, his ears turn a little red.

“Meng Yao,” he says brusquely, tone flat, as if he is reciting from memory, “you are capable and smart and incredible at your job. I have no idea how I managed to keep this sect together without you. You are irreplaceable to me professionally…” Nie Mingjue hesitates, “and personally.”

Meng Yao’s eyes grow wide. 

“Zongzhu?” he breathes, hand half raised to his mouth.

Nie Mingjue’s words tumble faster from his mouth,“If you are uncomfortable with this, then I swear I will never mention it again - or- or I can write you a letter of recommendation so that you may leave and get an equivalent position elsewhere. I know my good opinion would count for a great deal with Lan-zongzhu. You do not need to worry about anything of that nature.”

Meng Yao nods vaguely, more because it seems that Nie Mingjue wants a response than because he’s actually processing what the man is saying. Nie Mingjue reaches out and takes Meng Yao’s hands in his own rough, callused ones.

“Meng Yao, over the years that we have been working together… I have found myself falling for you. I thought that if I simply ignored the feelings, they would leave me be, but I have found the opposite - they have only grown stronger. My regard, respect, and care for you has become utterly impossible for me to ignore.” Nie Mingjue squeezes his hands gently, “Meng Yao, if you reciprocate these feelings, or if you believe that you could perhaps learn to care for me too, then I would like to begin courting you, with the intention of marrying you, and making you my partner in all things.”

Nie Mingjue releases Meng Yao’s hands, giving him the space to think. Meng Yao’s shock gives way to Jin Guangyao’s sweet, tender pleasure, as he sits back on his heels and offers Nie Mingjue a sad smile.

“Unfortunately, if you had asked me back then — even in such a lovely way — I likely would have said no,” he says.

“You wanted to win your father’s favour,” Nie Mingjue mutters, folding his arms.

Jin Guangyao’s smile widens, curling in amusement, and he reaches out a hand to worm between Nie Mingjue’s folded arms to tangle their fingers together. Nie Mingjue can’t maintain any kind of crossness, even pretend, after the way they’ve spent the evening and immediately gives in to the affection. 

“Sadly, I didn’t know that he wasn’t worth the dirt under my boots back then,” Jin Guangyao says. “But… I know now. You said you prefer me now, and I think… I do, as well. Things are so different, and while I can’t lead the Nie with you we can, perhaps- one day- if it suits us all-” Jin Guangyao bites back a frustrated huff at getting so tangled up in his thoughts, especially considering the way the rest of the evening has gone. It’s silly to still be so shy and unsure after all of that, isn’t it?

“A-Yao?”

Jin Guangyao drags Nie Mingjue’s hand across the table to use it to cover his own eyes, leaning forward on his elbows and nuzzling into the comforting dry warmth of his palm to find the courage to mumble, “Marriage, at least in our hearts if not in the eyes of the world, is not an impossibility… if you still wish for it, that is.”

Nie Mingjue is silent for a small eternity that lasts at least an entire age of the earth, or maybe just a few heartbeats too long, there’s no real way of knowing. Jin Guangyao carefully separates two of Nie Mingjue’s fingers to peek between them and finds his partner smirking at him, as smug as he’s ever seen him after a particularly difficult hunt or a truly excellent political manoeuvre, and Jin Guangyao drops his hand like it burned him only for Nie Mingjue to snatch his back up with a laugh, more relief than anything by the sound of it.

“If I still wish for it, hm?” Nie Mingjue teases with a quick dry (somewhat scratchy) peck of a kiss to his knuckles. “My Meng-fushi, our Lianfang–zun, will surely be diligent in planning whatever contracts and ceremonies would suit us all at the appropriate time. I hardly think Xichen will object, and I definitely won’t either.”

“Right.” Jin Guangyao blinks a few times and decides that after everything he actually can’t… entirely… wrap his head around that at the moment. He thinks for a moment of being married, of both being a husband and having one — two! — and feels like he maybe needs to lie down for a while. He’d brought it up, at least as more than a hypothetical bout of wishful reminiscing, and he would also like to pack that thought far away for the time being.

“Right! Well. This was a very successful evening in the end, I suppose, all things considered. Will, ah… will I still hunt down one of your robes for the rest of the night or shall I keep wearing my own? I’ll just- the wardrobe-” he starts to stand, hand still caught in Nie Mingjue’s, but he’s kept from fleeing by said grip.

“A-Yao?”

“Mingjue.”

“It’s late — at this time of night, what makes you think you’re meant to wear anything in my bed?”

The question startles him into laughter, a little manic and quickly stifled behind his free hand, but Nie Mingjue just smirks at him again and presses a kiss to the inside of his wrist before he lets him go. He doesn’t escape to the wardrobe, however, instead just turning towards the bed and glancing over his shoulder at Nie Mingjue as he drops the first layer of his robes over the privacy screen between the bed and the rest of the room.

“Well, Nie-zongzhu?” he teases, and this time he doesn’t stifle his laughter as Nie Mingjue stumbles up from his seat to chase after him, straight across the room, behind the screen, and all the way into bed.

[hel-phoenyx]

Ether is @noa-de-cajou 's character, Xingtzao the Almighty GF's and Agathe is @thal-ent 's

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Morning coffee in the kitchens of the Shabbatai Empire, let's be honest, nothing compares to that. And by morning I mean "before dawn". Full moon woke me up and now that it's over I am tired and cranky and craving a big old steak.

But Xingtzao said no steak on mornings so I had to settle with coffee. At least I can digest it, that could be worse. I wonder if Allegra can drink that safely. I should ask her.

Let's not derail. So, I am in the kitchens of the Empire, before everyone will come storming in and probably screams because I look like a bear out of hibernation, and am probably as grumpy. I don't have time to stay there, not as much as I would want to, but it's fine. When the first people start coming in, I'll just change resting places and go sleep in what was the harem before.

But first, coffee. Aaaaaah, it feels good to drink something hot.

Movement catches my eye when I put my empty cup down. I jump on my feet, expecting one of the chiefs ready to kick me out, but instead of a cook, I find myself in the presence of an elf-lady, dark-skinned with purple hair, looking as surprised to see me here as I am.

I lift an eyebrow. What is the empress consort doing here that early in the morning?

"Something the matter, Ether?"

She blinks. Before, probably, winking. We can't tell with that eyepatch, not really, but there is some subtle change of her expression when she does one, or the other.

And currently, the smile I'm seeing is probably a proof she's not just blinking.

"You know, Lycarn, she says with that smile, you have a very pretty butt. It is too bad you have to sit on it, want to sit on me instead?~"

Oh no, not again.

She is in one of those moments where she doesn't make sense. That's unnerving, I'm not gonna lie. What does she want with my butt? And why sitting on her? I'm probably at least twenty kilograms heavier than her, this will be deadly...

Rolling my eyes, I put my cup back and sighs, not even looking in her general direction.

"I kinda have to sit if I want to rest, Ether. And no, I won't.... Sit on you. That would crush you, and I don't want to hurt you."

As infuriating as she is especially in those moments, I guess seeing her in pain creates that ache in my heart. It's even worse since Savannah's death. I suppose it's because I want to protect the girl she went to Niwloedd with.

Ether blinks, this time, but I don't give her the opportunity to answer. The first cooks enter the kitchen and I sprint out, clearly not in the mood for unwanted social interaction.

***

I'm tanning under the sun of the imperial gardens, or trying, at the very least. The combo of my moon-cursed nature, my fair skin and my powers makes it difficult not to get sunburnt. But feeling the sun on my skin is soothing, especially after a full moon.

The maid brought me a tea. She did not stick around that much, but the tea and the anole time taste wonderfully. Servants seem to avoid me, from the most part. I don't know if it's because of the big bad wolf, the resting bitch face, or the fact that I am clearly from the north, with very Inky facial features.

Hate of Ink Republic is strong here. I wonder how Ether is doing, when they drag Faloi Frosilæn in the mud like they do.

Speaking of the devil, there she is. She also carries a cup of tea, and her clothing is far more revealing than mine. Her skin probably supports sunrays better than mine. Lucky bitch.

I turn away my gaze, because I'm envious, and not because she flaunts her belly and hips, mind you. But she still comes near me and sit down under my tree, with her cup in one hand and a book in the other.

"A sunbath sounds good. Mind if I join you?"

"Oh, not at all. Needed a break from the whole consort thing?"

"You have no idea. Ai... I mean Xingtzao is tired of me, I believe. For her defense, me playing footsies under the table is not the best way to allow her to concentrate."

I roll my eyes when she waggles her eyebrows, hardly keeping my smile in check.

"None of your stinky toes near me, milady, or I'll bite them off pronto."

"I would joke about that but I saw your teeth from up close and I certainly do not want them near my toes. Somewhere else, maybe....~~~~~"

And there she is again. Seriously? Second time this day!

"I'm still infectious, Ether. You do not want to be a werewolf on top of everything."

"That wasn't what I meant-"

"What then? Don't tell me having the equivalent of a second period is attractive, because I won't believe you."

I said that under the tone of a joke, but I've never been more serious. I'm used to my curse, I lived with it for almost forty years now, but I don't want anyone suffering under it.

That curse killed Mythras searching for a remedy. Twice. No one should ever undergo that.

Ether sighs. But, and I'm thanking her for that, she keeps silent. She just opens her book and lean on me to drink her tea.

I let her put her head on my shoulder. Afternoon nap is better shared, after all.

***

"What's with Ether these days?"

Agathe lifts her head, turning in my general direction. It's the time of the week I help her preening her wings, and at the same time, brush her long, jet-black hair; we often use those hours to talk about our life in the castle, as first concubine and, well, partner of the first concubine. Usually it's just anecdotes shared about the other officials, Xingtzao or the diplomats seeking an audience, but today a more urgent subject is haunting my thoughts and it's dark-skinned, pointy-eared and eerily handsome.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, it's been some days since she started saying nonsense. Like she wants me to bite her, or, that my father stole stars, or... I'm not gonna cite all of it, I add while Agathe just bursts out laughing. Funny, huh?"

"Oh, yes, very funny indeed, my love. And she started talking like that since..."

I take a moment to think.

".... Three or four days, I believe? Well, she already didn't make that much sense back on Niwloedd, but it's worse now. What's with her?"

Agathe snickers a little, while guiding my hand on a very unyielding feather on top of her wing.

"Who knows, my moon. Maybe you should ask her directly."

And I fold, because Agathe's feathers are soft and her hand even softer and her voice when she call me by that petname the softest and I forget what we were talking about.

***

A visit of the Immortal King in Shabbatai is not exactly common, rare enough for the whole staff to freak out, but if I'm being honest, I probably saw Baku more than Xingtzao herself even though he had to pretext something official to explain getting out of his cave.

So now we're just sitting around a table, me drinking my coffee and him making the pastries even regret being baked. His sweet tooth seems to be difficult to follow for the cooks. That's probably why the cake on the table is a classic Mandate one.

The invasion of the King in the kitchens would not be a bloody one, but it was certainly noteworthy. It took every last drop of Agathe's persuasion power to make the cooks let him bake.

I don't mind at all. I missed his pastries.

"Settling well in Shabbatai, I see, he says with a smile when a maid braver than the others waves in our direction. That's good."

"Yeah, it's not my usual environment, but I'm doing well. I wouldn't go anywhere else anyway. Agathe is there and I don't intend to live without her, and she won't leave without Ether and Xingtzao."

"How is Ether, by the way? I haven't see her since the wedding. Lamia sends her regards."

"She's still alive?"

"Black magic does wonders. She does look significantly older now, but that never stopped her from living. I think handing the crown to Daiyei helped her organism recover."

He sighs.

"I wish Lina was awarded the same luxury. But well, no need to dwell on that. Nothing happened between you and Xingtzao since my last visit?"

I shrug, taking another pastry from the plate.

"No, and it's not like I'm pursuing her. She already has her hands full with Ether, I don't want to add to the mess. Plus, I don't know how to flirt with ladies. I already don't know how I got Agathe."

A smile grew on his lips, a little teasing.

"Oh, I have my ideas. Speaking of, isn't that her with Ether coming our way?"

I turn around in the direction he points, and sure enough, there is Agathe, strolling hand in hand with Ether in the garden. They seem to have noticed us, since Agathe points towards Baku with uncertainty while Ether reassures us.

Black mages auras, I guess. Agathe told me mine is contrebalanced with pure white, more and more prominent the less I use my powers, but Baku has his constantly activated, not that he wants to. So the aura must reflect that.

Nonetheless, the two women still approach us, and Agathe salutes Baku with a polite reverence while Ether waves toward us.

"Lycarn, sir, I wasn't expecting to find you here!"

"We're just sunbathing. Is Xingtzao seeking me? Or you want to join us, perhaps?"

"Don't worry! I already just met the sun, says Ether while winking in my direction. My day is lighted enough as it is!"

Again?! And in front of my mentor of all people, are you fucking serious, girl?? Worst is both Agathe and Baku started snickering and this is just driving me crazy.

With the coldest stare I can get, I turn towards Ether and cross my arms in front of my chest, trying not to let the sudden bloodlust show because this one is werewolf-induced.

I mean, no other reason for me to want to claw at her skin and hear her whimper in pleas- pain under my tongue, right?

"Ether, I am a godsdamn moon mage, I cannot shine upon you with sun powers! Please refrain from saying nonsense when we are in public!"

Baku's eyes widen. Probably because he's afraid I'm gonna lash out. No time for him to interject, though, because Agathe, probably animated by the same thoughts, just takes Ether hand and starts sprinting towards the place. Ether has to stop her wing from getting caught in the door, but aside from that, they're quickly out of my sight, finally allowing me to relax.

I let out an exasperated sigh in front of Baku's doubtful expression.

"Seriously! I tolerated that when we were alone, but in public is too much!"

Baku bites the inside of his cheek.

"....... That's not the first time?"

"Not at all, I grunted. She's like this since weeks. I enjoy her company, don't get me wrong, and otherwise she is really pleasurable to be around, but that I really don't get. Why must she always spout nonsense??"

"............. Girl."

"What?"

Baku puts his head in one of his hands, leaving me dumbfounded and unable to understand.

"You really were not exaggerating, you don't know how to flirt with ladies."

***

I'm sat on one of the softest pillows of the most comfortable room of the harem, probably the best place I could find to nap, but no way for me to stop feeling restless.

This is starting to get really, really fucking annoying. First Agathe, then Baku, and now Xingtzao coming in to tell me to pay more attention to Ether's behaviour, and for what?! So I can continue to not understand how the fuck she's acting?

This is unnerving. And not because the more time passes and the more I feel stupid. Like there is a social clue I didn't get. But what moondamned social clue brings that kind of behavior-

Luckily, I'm not entirely alone in the room. A cat is sleeping at my feet, beautiful, black with white spots. Cats were the only creatures not afraid of me, I never quite knew why. Baku says it's because Moon is a cat and they probably wanted to soothe the curse or something. I don't know.

My hand goes through the fur of the kitty, and he starts purring, showing me his belly. That calms me down a little.

"You're a lucky bastard, you know that, I say to the little feline still purring. You don't have things to understand in this palace."

The cat tilts his head toward me, eyes still closed. I take it as an invitation to continue talking.

"I mean, not understanding is a thing, but when everyone acts like I should get it... It's alienating. I'm starting to get angry at Ether for no reason. I don't want to, you know."

Silence, only broke by the cat's tiny meow. I sigh.

"She's really pretty and all, and... Kind-hearted, too. Like a doctor is. I don't mind the nonsense, really, I can bear being annoyed. But these days I'm not annoyed, I'm angry. And it hurts. Because she kinda stopped, and.... I don't want her to stop?"

A tail around my wrist guides my hands further on the cat's belly. I laugh a little.

"You sure know how to express what you want, little buddy. I wish it was that easy."

The cat paws me. I laugh some more.

"Yeah, yeah, I get it, less talking, more petting. Jeez, you cats really are pushy creatures."

I start petting again, and the cat purr some more. His fur is so soft under my fingers, like Agathe's feathers. Or her skin. I wonder if Ether's would be soft too. For now, I only felt her hair against my cheek, and a glimpse of her when she brushes past me to meet Xingtzao. This is not enough to know.

My free hand linger on my hips, where only the light fabric on my dress rest. Usually, when I do that, I picture Agathe's hands in it's place, or Xingtzao's. Strangely, today, my mind doesn't picture a dark, adorned with deep blue nails hand, or the one, fairer, of my empress. No, the tone I picture is warm, and the texture rough as must be fingers that grip a scalpel so long a day.

I stop. Reluctantly, surprisingly, but I don't need more confusion.

"I really don't get what I feel, you know. I never was angry that often, and it's not like back then at the blood moon. It's not a.... Destructive anger. I want to put my hands on her, sure, but I don't want to see any blood or guts or gore, or... I see us fighting, but she's on top of me, even though I'm stronger than her, and I like that. Like when I'm with Agathe, but with Ether's usual provocations and insolence and... And..."

I stop in my tracks. Not because thr words stopped coming, I still have plenty. Rather because in the entrance of the harem is a familiar face, and the red covering her cheeks is severely clashing with the purple of her hair.

My skin suddenly feel way too uncomfortable for me. Without talking about my dress.

".......... Ether?"

She doesn't move a finger, still blushing like a tomato. And the more time passes, the more heat burns under my cheeks.

"You..... You heard that?"

She nods at a supersonic speed, still mute. The cat rolls over, eyes still close, tail wagging as if he was mocking me. But insolent felines are the last of my preoccupations right now.

I clear my throat, trying to take back some sort of composure.

"What.... Are you doing here?"

She steps forward, closing the door behind her. Her cheeks are still red. Moon be damned, I'm so embarrassed. Me and my big mouth...

"I... Well, Agathe told me to seek you, and that you were at the harem. I didn't mean to... You know. Hear that."

"Sorry. I'll keep my thoughts for myself, next time."

"No! This is not what I-"

She takes a big breath, before sitting in front of me, on the same pillow. Her strands of hair are pulled under her fingers like rats' tails. That must hurt. But judging by what I just said, I'd better refrain myself from taking her hair out of her hands.

"I mean. Uh. You can continue to think out loud, I don't want to stop you, and..."

She close her eyes, before letting her hair go and taking my hand in her.

"What I meant to tel' you is, well, that I really, really like you, Lycarn. Like a lot. But I'm not good at expressing it, or saying it clearly, and lately I was under the impression you were uncomfortable with my heavy flirting, and like, I don't want that, so I stopped, but..."

I stopped listening somewhere in the monologue.

Heavy flirting.

So many things made more sense now. Like Agathe telling me to talk to her. Or Baku saying I don't know how to flirt with women. Or Xingtzao's teasing smile.

But most importantly, there is those little words lost somewhere in the flow. Like you. Ether likes me. Ether likes me maybe like she likes Agathe, or Xingtzao, or on her own terms, I don't know. Ether likes me and hearing that makes my heart beat a little faster.

I squeeze her hand, making her shut up.

"Ether."

She blinks.

"Yeah?"

"Can I kiss you?"

For some seconds, damning seconds, she is a bit taken aback. But something seems to light in her eyes after that time, and her insolent smile is back on her lips, with her left hand, the cold one, finding it's way to my cheek.

"Since it's asked so politely, who am I to refuse."

Her head tilts toward me. And when her lips meet mine, when I finally feel the warmth of her body through my dress, I can't help but thinking maybe I was not angry at all.

On the corner of the room, I see the cat hide, giving us some privacy. I don't remember cats being able to have such red eyes.

I stopped thinking seconds after.

[kathxsoupp]

In Love With a Fever: Chapter 2

William Afton x law enforcement ! reader (fem)

HIHIHI I'M SO HAPPY I GOT THE IDEA TO WRITE THIS I CAN'T WAIT FOR YOU TO SEE THIS THING FINISHED :D

Summary: Reader is a detective who was put on the missing children incident case, her person of interest is William and is currently investigating him.

WARNINGS: very graphic violence throughout the whole fic, eventual smut, slow burn, age-gap between reader and Will, manipulation, mutilation, broken bones, use of pet names, Will is obsessive, mentions of death, death and murder, there will be smut, a lot probably, I think, dub-con at some point maybe, fluff and angst, idk if I missed something just read with caution

Notes: This fic is also posted on my AO3, linked in my pinned post, I'm updating this fic every Monday and it's the first thing I have ever posted, so I hope you like it!

--MINORS DNI!!!--

Chapter 2: Curiosity

He dropped his knife with a metallic clink. Taking in the sight of his creation, he removed the large heavy head of the animatronic costume he was wearing and set it down on the ground. A subtle clicking sound coming from behind him tore him out of his trance. He knew his life was endangered now, so he had to act quickly.

He carefully stepped out of the costume and locked it away where no one but him could find it. He ran his hand through his already messy hair and got to work cleaning up the crime scene.

The clock struck 5:00 am. The sky had a nice orange to blue gradient and your alarm rang with the most annoying high pitched sound. You sat up, slightly startled and reached out to turned it off. You let out an exhausted groan and buried your face in the palms of your hands.

You got up and walked over to your kitchen to make your morning coffee. You were still so groggy and your eyes felt incredibly heavy. You weren’t ready for another incredibly boring day of sitting in your office all day long until 8 pm. That’s when it hit you. Oh, right. You weren’t exactly in the mood to look for a psycho who kidnaps and murders children either, but you couldn’t deny it was pretty exciting.

After drinking your coffee, you washed up in the bathroom and did your makeup. You stood in frond of the mirror fixing your hair and staring at your own face. You sighed deeply as your mind wandered into thoughts about your life for the past few months. It wasn’t bad exactly, just your usual overthinking. You decided to just brush it off, as always, and went to pick out an outfit for the day. You ended up deciding on a pair of black suit pants, a white tank top and a black blazer. Your curled (h/c) hair rested on your shoulders and you decided to ruffle it once more before settling on the way it was styled. You grabbed your bag and keys and headed out to your car.

You parked your car at the pizzeria and took in the sorrowful sight of the place which just a week ago glowed with laughter and smiles of little children playing and chowing down on pizza without a single care in the world. Now, it reeked of agony, pain and death. No one has ever seen this place so utterly gloomy. You stepped out of your car and walked over to the enter of the pizzeria. There were a bunch of police cars and reporters hoping to get a story out of this outside already, along with two guards standing at the entrance making sure no one unauthorized enters. You showed them your badge and they let you in with a slight nod of the head.

The inside of the diner looked just the same as before, maybe just a little cleaner. Party hats aligned on top of the long tables where many little kids used to celebrate their birthdays. Against a wall proudly stood the main stage where the performances happened. To your disappointment it was completely covered by a long purple curtain with gold stars drawn all over it. You kind of looked forward to seeing the animatronics since they always fascinated you. 

You saw other people already hard at work, collecting all the evidence possible. There truly wasn’t much to work with though. The bodies of the missing kids were never actually discovered. The only thing you knew was that they disappeared here. At the magical place for kids and grown ups alike, as they called it. Let’s just say that it was all far from magical at the moment. You looked around and saw your boss walking towards you.

''Morning, Agent (l/n). Have you read the file I sent you yesterday?'' he said, seemingly in a hurry. ''Good Morning, boss. Yeah I read it as soon as I got home, is everything okay?'' you replied. ''Awesome.'' he gave you a slight smile. ''Yes, everything's great. We've already interviewed Mr. Emily, one of the owners, he's clean so far. I don't have a good feeling about Afton though. We thought we'd leave him to you, you're a professional.'' he said with a chuckle, giving you a friendly wink.

You chuckled back as a response to him. He was right though. You are a charming, intelligent young woman. Incredibly good at interviewing violent criminals because of your personality, ethereal looks, but mainly, your brain. You could always see through everyone's bullshit and lies and outplay them with your brilliant use of psychology.

''Is he here already?'' you questioned. ''Yes, actually. That's why I was looking for you.'' he said. ''He should be around somewhere. Tall, thin, tired looking guy in a suit, you can't possibly miss him. Go ask him some questions, I'm sure you'll get a bunch of info out of him, kiddo.'' he chuckled and patted you on the shoulder as he made his way past you.

You smiled towards him and sighed. Alright, let's get this over with you thought, and you were on your way to look for the man.

[runekeepershymnal]

Witcher season 3 thoughts (spoilers for all episodes of S3 below the cut

Maybe I'm projecting, but it just did not seem like Henry Cavill was having a good time this season. Like in previous seasons, even when Geralt was miserable, I got the vibe that Cavill was having the time of his life.

The bit when Yen says to Geralt "Promise me this won't be the last time I see you" broke my heart a bit. I think my favorite bit of the whole season, though, was Jaskier bringing the dryads to tears singing the song in Elder.

I haven't read that far in the books yet, and I haven't played the games, so I can't really comment on deviation from the books compared to the show.

I also don't think it's necessarily fair to call out a fantasy universe for anachronism, but I did find the Valdo Marx and the Marxists bits to be... tonally jarring? It just seemed extremely modern compared to the vibe of the show thus far. The biggest record-scratch moment there for me, however, was the Melange, where Yen and Geralt have a sudden tango in the middle of this other dance and it all flows just fine around them. I get that it was (probably?) intended to be representative of how they had their own mission while there were complex machinations all around them, but... enh?

I'm not sure, but I feel like they switched Yen's contacts, especially in the longer shots, and I wish they'd kept it more subtle. There were some Spirit of Halloween moments there, and Anya deserves better. I could be completely wrong, maybe it was a change in the lighting, but I remember them being this deep, rich, wine purple, and season three they were kinda lavender? I dunno.

I loved Jaskier as the big brother or uncle figure (or mommy and daddy's special friend, we don't know what goes on between scenes) who acts as intermediary between Ciri and Geralt. Compared to Geralt and Yen, Jaskier was Ciri's age much more recently, so it makes sense.

Tissaia dying ripped my heart out. I kind of expected her to turn herself into an eel to jumpstart Aretuza's power again, and I don't love the notion that, to pass on leadership to Yen, she had to die. But then, it may have just been her broken heart and the grief at the fallout from her being betrayed. Still, she was my favorite, and I have such an enormous crush on her, and when her hair went white, she was just incredibly hot in a different way. I will miss looking at her, listening to her beautiful voice, and watching her annihilate idiots with a sharp look.

I didn't mind Radovid and Jaskier, it was an interesting dynamic and I'm glad the show went there, especially since it seemed to show how much Jaskier has dispensed, by necessity, with some of the more shallow things that used to be incredibly important to him.

I really enjoyed Philippa and Dijkstra, how committed they are to one another, their shared and individual internal conflicts and desperation.

We may be cancelling Neflix in my household because of the most recent price hike, but I hope that the show continues to be good.

Anyway, unsolicited opinions and general musings conclude.

[bujorulgalben]

[ breathe, slavoljub. breathe. surely anica will open the door, right? surely? not that he’s knocked yet, he’s just sort of standing there awkwardly. he’s already looked himself over about a dozen times, smoothing down his shirt, measuring how far his feet are spaced apart, setting his jaw just right, et cetera. he’s gone with a white button-up and black slacks for this occasion (and they fit! he looks much better in clothes his own size, for once!), as well as, good god, the most polished black oxfords on this side of the balkans. you can almost see your reflection in those bad boys. his tie is… purple? with a subtle shine? has he always owned that, or did he go out and buy it for the occasion? that’s up for anica to decide. he’s also gone and fixed up his hair—his face is clean and shorn of its characteristic stubble, while his hair has been spruced up with a fresh undercut and some gel. and there’s also something big and bright on his chest… a boutonniere pinned to his pocket. it’s simple, decorated with little sprigs of lily of the valley, but the flower at its center is a bright, vibrant red: a peony. is this the kind anica likes? ]

[ his hands twitch with the urge to fix his already-straightened tie, but they’re rather occupied at the moment. he’s holding… a pot? yes, a pot, its glossy, deep purple matches slavko’s tie, catching the light and nearly stealing the eye away from the contents inside. nestled there in the center is a little sapling just barely breaking through the black dirt. it may not look like much, but the savvy gardener’s eye should recognize this little spout as the beginnings of a plum tree. slavko swallows and holds the pot close to his chest as he knocks on the door. if and when anica opens it, she’ll be greeted to the immediate tumble of words from slavko’s mouth like stones in a rockslide. ]

A-Ana! Срећан рођендан. I. Hi. Hello. I hope that your day has gone well. Has it? You see, I—I. Had some sort of idea to write a note for you and. Leave it here on your doorstep. But that—that’s so… distant, isn’t it? Are we acquaintances or--or friends, comrades, companions, even, if you would like to call it that! [ he wants to die. his neck is burning. ] And. And anyway, what sort of fool would come all the way to your door and stop there without drinking in your wonderful face with his eyes? [ subtle, slavko! ]

I. Brought this. For you. [ a nod at the pot. ] It’s a plum tree. Do you like plums? I hope you like plums. It would be bad if you didn't like plums and I gave you. A plum tree. Or—ah. It will be a plum tree! She—she’s still barely a smidge of a thing, yes? I’ve been raising her. She’s from one of my trees. And, well, it’s cold. Very cold! I would hate for. For the cold to bear down on her when she’s barely out of the cradle… [ swallows. ] I hope that you like it. And I know that if… you’re the one taking care of her, then she’ll grow up strong, yes? … yes! [ clears his throat. he’s never, ever sure how to handle these things, and the sappiness of the whole display makes slavko want to dash away into a safer subject. for a moment, he does! ] This variety, ah… is purple. They're purple plums. Or—like I said, they. They will be. What a sight it will be... to see this tree with its lovely blooms and purple fruit one day, yes? [ oh god, he doesn't know why he keeps talking! ] You… like purple… right?

[ /if he had arrived any sooner, slavko would have missed her, or, she would've tapped him on the shoulder from behind. anica's feet were sore from dancing, her voice hoarse from singing. her cheeks glowed from the wine and spirits the bar staff toasted her with and her violin resigned, briefly, on the kitchen table along with her gifted bouquets. her hair had been freed from the braided crown, the flowers plucked from them, and loose curls bounced about with her steps. they flounce about as she answers the door; still in her costume, only just out of her shoes and into her softer, slip-on slippers.

when she shoos iulia back into the living room, and opens the door, she had to fight against jumping back with surprise, for some reason! her cheeks flush darker, and there is a tiny gasp, a hand over her heart and the clink of nails tapping the coins around her neck. as slavko’s spiel began, and continued, she calmed down enough for her expression to soften with the gentle tilt of her head. her woozy gaze drifts down from his eyes to the nervous quiver of his mouth, the muscle of his throat, back to his mouth. she bites back her smile. 

anica needs to be directed by slavko’s nod to the pot, and her smile opens. there’s a sharp breath in as the grin reaches her eyes, and she clasped her hands together. her eyebrows knitted together, her stomach tied itself in knots! it felt like her heart somersaulted! even the pot was charming- wait, oh. oh, the boutonniere! it tickled anica that the flowers looked so good together. they always had! anica had made more than one bouquet of peonies and lilies of the valley, in fact! they worked particularly well in bridal bouquets... but let’s not get ahead of ourselves. don’t.

her hands slipped over his on the pot - partly, to stop him from dropping it - and she laughs her way into her answer: ]

I love purple! I love purple so much, I do! And plums- hah, well, you know that this will always be a popular choice, yes? This... this is wonderful. Oh, even the pot is beautiful! May I? [ /with that, she pulled the pot to her own chest. she looks down fondly. ] She is beautiful. Such a sweet little sapling. She will take root and blossom into something wonderful, like our... what did you say? Our ‘companionship’, hm? [ /she liked that metaphor very much, nodding to the sapling. her eyes flick back to slavko, and there’s a small chuckle. ] 

Of course, of course, I will take good care of her, I assure you! You will need to help me decide where to plant her in the spring, yes? And help to sample the fruits of our labour, naturally. [ /anica looked back to pot, back to slavko, before taking one step over the threshold. she takes one hand to hold his face, thumb brushing against that jaw, and looks up to kiss him, twice, three times on the cheek; so her top lip finished just at the end of the scar over his eye. gently. the smile returns, pressed to his skin, when that hand drops to find one of his hands and squeeze it. she barely pulls away before a giggle rang out. ]

Vă mulțumim frumos, Ljuba, I love it. I would love it even more if you would join me for some cocoa, yes? Please? Seeing as you are here..? As you said, it is so very cold, and- hah, well, you look so handsome! Did you do this all just for silly, little me?

[misschifuyu]

hii <3

i would like to request a headcanon with kazutora, chifuyu mitsuya having sex with their s/o please? if it's too much feel free to ignore it :)

thanks <33 have a nice day/night

- hi there my love !! don’t worry, this request is absolutely fine, and it’s actually the first full nsfw one so I do hope you like it

Kazutora, Chifuyu and Mitsuya general n/sfw headcanons

genre: smut. the characters are depicted as their present selves

warnings: explicit content & language.

Kazutora

jumping right into it, i feel that kazutora is more on the make love side rather than blowing your back out. sure, if you asked him to be rough on an odd day, he'd happily comply. he's just more on the softer side

this is mostly due to his past; he knows what he's capable of, even after all those years since his toman days, so he'd be very precautious not to hurt you in any way

you'll know when he's needy, like you just will. kazutora will turn ever to touchy and try to remain as close to you as possible when he's trying to get you into bed

he doesn't really need words, but he'll speak if you ask him to

"i...really need to be inside you"

don't think this translates as skipping foreplay, though

very much the opposite. kazutora loves feeling up on your soft skin, leaving faint marks with his teeth that would gradually turn into darker shades of purple

he quite likes marking you up, it's really the only thing that could be mildly classed as rough, as he'd frequently leave teeth marks. he adores hearing your voice when he'd catch you off guard with a particularly harsh bite, squirming beneath him

this man is an avid lover of giving oral

he won't turn down a blowjob, but he'd sometimes feel a little awkward whenever you did. he'd ease into it after a few minutes, but he still preferred pleasuring you instead

between your thighs is his favourite place to be, no matter the time of the day. whether you're laying on your back or hovering over his face, kazutora will keep you there for a good while, voicing out praises at you as he basked in your reactions

if his tongue wasn't too occupied, of course

"god, i just can't get enough of you"

make sure to praise him just as much. he absolutely loves hearing loving nicknames from you whenever you tell him how much of a good job he's doing

it gets him even more riled up, and would frequently grind himself against whatever surface you were on

speaking of surfaces, though the bed is the most convenient place to indulge in you, kazutora isn't picky about the location, so long as it's somewhere inside

he's been known to take you whilst you watched a movie, on a counter as you waited for food to cook, even up against a wall when he couldn't be bothered to make it all the way to the bed

as long as he gets to watch your face twist into one of pleasure, he really couldn't care less where it was

a key point when having sex with kazutora: pull his hair

it can be in a ponytail or loose, doesn't matter; he will let out the prettiest moans ever if you just so tugged gently on his locks

it's a sensitive spot of his, so be sure to use it wisely. it'll take him some self control to not go absolutely feral on you if you do, so its best you tell him it's okay to let go before you play with his hair

whenever you start reaching your high, no matter if he's over or behind you, he will bury his face into your neck and suck on the skin, emphasising the already noticeable marks

during aftercare - because this man will pamper you after a session, no matter how long or short it was - he will trace over the marks with light kisses, asking if any of them were still sore

and, of course, a shower will be waiting for you as soon as he's done with that. it's a perfect excuse to spend so more time pressed up against you; a double win, in his eyes

Chifuyu

let's get one thing straight: chifuyu is ready to get it on with you whenever and, frankly wherever. it doesn't take much to get him all needy and, more times that not, he will approach you with the intention of getting in your pants, no matter what you were doing

of course, he will ask if you're up for it, too - consent is key, people

see, he's a very touchy, affectionate person. he loves being around you and will take up any chance to be near you. sometimes, though, this need to be close to you will escalated into something more. even if you were simply cuddling, chifuyu will, occasionally, start to feel his pants getting a little too tight for comfort

when things get going, he is an absolute sweetheart. treating you with care, he will melt into your lips, hands roaming around your body. he's not very talkative during foreplay, but that's mostly because his mouth is usually occupied

however, once your clothes have been discarded, something with click inside of him, making his only goal to leave you in an absolute mess by the time he was done with you

littering your skin with kisses and subtle bites, he will run his hands along your sides, causing goosebumps on your skin that he'd always notice, a sly smile on his lips whenever he did

he's a tease. whilst you try and push your hips towards him, he will simply place kisses on your skin near the area you most needed him to touch

you're going to actually have to tell him what you want before you loose sight of the playful smile that hung on his lips

"that's it...wasn't that hard to ask, now was it?"

chifuyu will get right to the point once he drops his teasing act, though, and expect a good two to three orgasms before he decides he's done with you

when it comes to positions, he likes those in which he can be closest to you. skin on skin is his favourite feeling, and the closer his face can be to yours, the better

when he's pounding into you, he'll bring a hand up to your face. he'd hold it softly, contrasting from his rough pace, and whisper out a series of praises

"you look so pretty like this...does it feel that good? tell me, i want to hear your voice"

a fun thing about chifuyu is that he's a switch, a big one at that. if you find the impulse to flip him onto his back, or simply take over, he will automatically slip out of his position in charge

this is when you'll be able to hear his pretty voice. although he will start with small whimpers here and there, by the time he's edging towards his orgasm he will let out a string of soft moans, grabbing onto you in any way he can as he does

when he reaches his orgasm, his grip will keep you in the position you were in, his body stiffening up as his eyes would close shut

this will be applied whether he's in control or not, honestly. chifuyu loses most of his focus when he's nearing his high, only having enough to call out your name

he may be shorter than most of the guys, but he has one hell of a stamina. one round will never be sufficient for him, and he'd certainly be up to waiting for you to calm down until the next one if it meant he could make you - and himself - see stars again

this will be when, as well as during aftercare, he will give you soft kisses against your skin, massaging areas such as your stomach and thighs as he'd let out hums of happiness

as said before, he's a sweetheart. sure, sometimes you'd be sore after being with him, but he'd always make it up to you with the most perfect cuddling session afterwards

Mitsuya

mitsuya is very skilled with his hands, as shown by his talent when it comes to designing and creating magnificent fashion pieces

watching him work is quite the sight, and even more so if you're familiar with other wonders he's able to do with those fingers of his

but, to start off, know that it will take him some determination to start anything up with you

he's a busy man with a lot on his mind, so it would take him a bit to hold himself back from just jumping on you because of the growing stress that had built up throughout the day

he's a respectful man and, therefore, will take his time and look for subtle hints to see if perhaps you'd follow his lead

when you catch his drift, though, he will be all hands on you

sex is a perfect way to wind down from his hectic schedule, and he couldn't ask for anyone else better to do it with rather than you

oral is key during foreplay. he will start by making his way down on you, his voice speaking words of appreciation between the kisses he'd place on your skin

watching you writhe from the position between your legs was something he thoroughly adored, your body jerking with every skilled move from both his mouth and his fingers

after a good few minutes of pulling his hair and high pitched moans from your behalf, he will lift himself away from you. this will be your turn to switch up places

and also when you'd see the truly, needy mitsuya

you see, he has very, very sensitive skin. his neck, his chest, his waist...with simple touches of your hand, you can reduce him to a squirming mess

when he's the one receiving oral, he will absolutely lose any sense of straightforward thinking, especially if you run your hands on his thighs whilst you peer up at him through your lashes

his moans are like music to your ears. he won't speak much, unable to actually form words as he shivers from the feeling of you between his legs, but his hand on your head will be enough to tell you that you're doing a good job

if he's sat up whilst you give him the blowjob, expect to be pushed down as soon as he reaches his orgasm. he tends to curl over when he does, his whole body turning into a trembling mess

he will make up for accidentally making you gag, though. in the sense that you won't be able to walk straight for the next few days

he may be sensitive, but he also isn't one to go slow when it comes to intercourse. he will also go for a few rounds, loving how you'd come undone before him every time

hold on to him when he does: the feeling of your nails digging into his back whenever he's on top of you always makes him pick up his speed, and he loves the marks that would appear afterwards

it was a way to know that he was taking good care of you

mitsuya isn't one to talk dirty, but he will shower you with loving comments during aftercare. he'd trace your skin with his fingers as you lay on his chest, both equally as tired and worn out

his sex drive is high, but so is his love for you

so he'd always prepare a bath for you afterwards, where he'd try and keep you awake with soft kisses and talking to you whilst you enjoyed the warm water

[wpdarlingpan]

Hey I just read the yandere Jason's todd and I was thinking about how you said Dami was still looking for his darling/soulmate. What if yan damian found his darling at his Schools art room and she has a service dog? Like she loves painting and I saw on TikTok that a dog can paint to so there is a little set up for her dog and another for her. Can I request a story about this? Hope you are having a good day/night!

Thank you so much for this request! I love the idea.

Y/N= Your Name

Y/L/N= Your Last Name

Y/E/C= your eye color

Warning: Major Fluff

~*~

Damian Wayne had been stopped after school but a group of squealing girls he had not interest in talking to. They all wanted the same thing, his last name and his money. They didn’t understand he had no interest in any of them.

“Damian! want to go get ice cream with me?”

“Damian! will you help me study for the math test?”

“Damian! Will you be my boyfriend?”

All he heard was them just shouting his name, if those insufferable people wanted to talk so badly why couldn’t they even just talk like normal people? But he had to admit even then he wouldn’t give them the time of day. But he knew with his name he had to seem polite even if he wanted to run away, so he decided to combine the two.

“Sorry, I must go. I need to go get something from one of the classrooms.”

A chorus of shouts started up again with every one of them saying they would go with him.

“Alone.” He stressed before quickly walked or more so ran back inside the school building. He heard them rush after him so he quickly darted into the nearest classroom and shut the door behind him, which happened to be the art room.Damian had his back to the door and he heard the footsteps rush past the door in search of him.

“Hello?” He heard, at first he was worried it was another fan girl that one bombard him but when he looked up and stared into beautiful Y/E/C eyes, it felt as if time had stopped. He admired the girl who was standing in front of an easel in the center of the room. She had on a white shirt with denim overall and a pair of converse. But she was covered in paint, blue in her hair, white on her hands, even more colors covered her legs, shoes, face, pants, and even her white shirt.

After he gained some awareness of how it would come across as creepy if he kept staring he looked down to the smaller easel that was on the floor next to her and saw an adorable dog with their own painting in front of them. There was a plastic sheet on the floor so they didn’t get paw prints all over the floor as their paws were covered in purple paint.

“Hello?” The girl questioned again before he looked back up at her and he finally moved from the door, closer to the girl.

“Hi, sorry to barge in like that.” Damian apologized in a apologetic manner.

“Oh! No worries. It just startled me a bit but then I heard all the foot steps pass the door, too which I assume you were running from people.” She spoke very analytically. Damian feel even more in love. She had a dog, she wasn’t squealing, she was very aware, and she was also very adorable as he saw the paint on her.

“You are very clever.” He replied smoothly making her blush to which Damian smirked.

“Thank you.” She spoke shyly. Damian could tell she was rather anxious so he kept talking to try and ease her nerves. Damian knew he wanted her to be his soulmate as the other bats. But he preferred the term beloved.

“May i see your paintings?”

“Sure.” She spoke nervously. Y/N wasn’t too confident as a person do showing her art to someone was very nerves racking, that was why she was there after school so she could finish her painting and not worry about the people around her, also because her teacher said she could try and see if her dog could paint like she saw others do on Tik tok.

Damian walked over to the girl and he dog and stood rather close to her, looking at the painting quite closely as to have ma excuse to stand next to her.

He looked at the painting and saw a silhouette of Gotham at night, he knew this because there was a image of the bat signal painted towards the night sky.

“This is amazing.” Damian complimented making her blush. She really wasn’t blushing because it was Damian Wayne making the comments but just because someone was making the comments in the first place. Damian then crouched down on the side closest to the dog and let the dog sniff his hand before he pet them while he looked at the dogs painting.

“This is a very cute idea, I might have to try this with my dog Titus, whats your dogs name?” He spoke as he looked at the purple paw prints at were on the canvas.

“His name is Padfoot, after the-“

“Harry Potter series? Sirius black right?” Y/N glowed at the thought of him knowing where her dogs name came from. She was really expecting him to be mean like some of the other people at school when they asked her dogs name. They thought the name padfoot was stupid and she should have named her dog like shadow or something based off the dark fur.

Damian saw her change in demeanor and smirked before continuing.

“I love the Harry Potter series.” 

“Me too! Well you probably already knew that because of the name but-“

“Hey, it’s fine.” Damian reassured as she started to rant and stumble on her words. Damian loved Y/N’s shyness. It meant he had to worry about a lot less people being in the way. Then he realized he didn’t even know her name yet.

“What’s your name?” He questioned in subtle flirty tone.

“I’m y/n! What’s yours?” She did already know his name but she assumed that he would like to introduce himself. He liked that.

“Wayne, Damian Wayne.” He held out a hand for her to shake and she went to do so before noticing all the paint of her hands.

“Nice to meet you, I’d shake your hand but I’d feel bad getting paint on you.” Damian smiled slightly at her kind nature and proceeded to shake her hand anyway that seemed to fit perfectly in his. He didn’t even hardly pay attention to the white paint that was in his hands.

“It’s alright.” He said as he saw her looking alarmed at the paint on his hands.

Damian wanted to move quickly. He wanted to make her his as soon as possible. So he began another conversation and asked her about her life such as her friends, family, what area of Gotham she lived in, if she was single; to which she blushed brightly at as she replied with a quick yes as she never even held hands with a boy before. Damian was pleased with all the answers, and he felt very protective over her as she told him her address. He had to keep her safe if she was just waking around telling her address to anybody. Of course he wouldn’t be just anybody to her but it didn’t mean that she wouldn’t go telling other people who he knew didn’t deserve it know.

Damian didn’t want to go the route Timothy Drake did. He didn’t want to immediately force her to be his. He wanted something that made him feel the love that he was neglected of for years. He found his beloved and he knew that he had to be gentle in a way. But he could tell she was perfect for him.

She had finished her painting and put it over but the others from class the day and Padfoots had dried so she picked up the small easel and put it in her bag.

“I should probably head home now.” She spoke after she put Padfoot back on his leash and washed most of the paint off his paws. Damian panicked slightly as he didn’t want their time to end but, he also knew he could go home and search up everything he could find on the bat computer.

They walked out to the front together and saw Alfred patiently waiting in the car while reading a book. He looked up and saw Damian walking out alongside Y/N and smiled to himself slightly. He knew the boy deserved love, and it seemed that he had found his.

Y/N was tempted to ask for his number, but she didn’t want to come across as clingy or pushy. She had deeply enjoyed talking to him and she wanted to further.

“Pass me your phone.” Damian said with a slight demanding tone. Y/N did so without hesitation making Damian smirk as he typed in his number and put his name in the contact. He sent a messages to himself after and discreetly changed her contact name to ‘My Beloved ❥’ and handed back her phone.

“There, I texted myself from your phoen so we have each other’s numbers. Text me whenever you want.” Y/N smiled brightly at him making him smile back.

She began to wave goodbye and make the walk back home but he stopped her once he saw her start walking.

“Wait you’re walk home? Alone? But you live so far.”

“Yeah, my parents are always working so they can’t come get me. But it’s okay, I’m used to walking home .” But Damian immediately begins shaking his head. He knew the dangers of being in Gotham as he has seen many first hand. He wouldn’t allow his beloved to be so unprotected.

“I’ll give you a ride home from now on okay?” He spoke decidedly. She began to shake her head no.

“I couldn’t ask to do do that-“

“You didn’t ask, I told you. I’m going to give you a ride home, it’s too dangerous out there by yourself.”

“But I got Padfoot to protect me!” She spoke innocently while holding up the shaggy black dog.

Damian looked at her with a look that left no room for argument.

“Fine… but just this once.” Y/N said before following him over to the sleek black car.

“Definitely not only once, but believe what you want to believe. I can be quite… persuasive.”

Damian opened the door for her to get it and he helped her inside before getting in on the other side while Alfred glanced in the mirror every so often.

“Hello. Nice to meet you, what’s your name sir?” She spoke politely looking at Alfred as he looked up in the mirror.

“I’m Alfred Pennyworth. And you are?”

“Y/N L/N.”

“Nice to meet you as well Miss L/N.”

She smiled at him as he saw in the mirror and he slightly smiled back and could already tell she was a kind person. Perfect for Damian and the Wayne family.

Her and Damian talked the whole ride to her house after she gave Alfred her address. Once they arrived Damian tried not to look to disappointed and continued to reassure himself that he would see her the next day for sure. He would also look her up on the bat computer.

They pulled up in front of a nice house that resided in a sketchy area, well all of Gotham was sketchy but Damian remembered one of the warehouse down the street was one of Jokers hold hideouts and he stopped a drug sale a few houses down and not to even mention the-

Before he continue she opened her door and stepped out of the car.

“Thank you for the ride Mr.Pennyworth. Bye Dami!” She said happily as she set Padfoot out of the car as well and made her way into the house. As the door shut behind her he snapped out of his trance of thinking of all the dangers and the fact she already gave him a nickname.

“Beat that Todd.” Damian thought to himself as he was already making more progress in a day than Todd and Grayson had in weeks with their soulmates.

“I presume that’s her Master Wayne?”

“Definitely Pennyworth. She’s My Beloved.”

~*~

I hope you liked it ♡

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ch. lxxi - really proud of you sweetie ❤❤

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A freshman hookup rekindled into something new. With an incentive, of course. But what would happen if your 'relationship' led you somewhere you never thought would happen to you ?

The whole time you went out to buy snacks with San and Jongho, you couldn't help but think about how Yeosang was still cold towards you.

"Okay, first of all, you're not gonna let that shithead get to you, you got me?" San firmly said as he threw a bag of chips at Jongho's head, obviously aiming at the basket in his hand but he miscalculated.

"Second, hasn't he opened up to you slightly? Pretty sure he said something to Hwa hyung about being a dick to you yesterday," San shrugged as the three of you walked towards the cashier.

As Jongho put the basket on the counter, he chimed in with his own opinion, "I say let him be all pissy and bitchy towards (Y/N)," he scoffed.

You let out a whine of protest and smacked Jongho on his arm. Though that barely did anything as he only grinned and pulled you into his arms. "I didn't mean that in a bad way, I just meant that if he decided to back off, the rest of us, aka ME, can have more of you," he whispered into your ear as he snaked his arms around your waist.

Though you were slightly affected by Jongho saying that there was a chance that Yeosang wanted to back off of your relationship, you couldn't help but blush and giggle at Jongho's rather possessive words and actions.

The three of you left the convenience store with two bags. Both of course being carried each by San and Jongho as you stood in between them with your pinkies linked to each other.

"You know, you COULD just show what Yeosang's missing, maybe then he'd realize how much of a bitch he was being and that he'd stop," San said, snickering at himself.

You thought over San's words and realized that he was right. Rather than thinking that you're the one at the disadvantage, you can simply flip things around and make Yeosang break.

So you concocted a plan in your head all the way back and as you got ready for movie night.

Whilst everyone was running around everywhere, pulling blankets and pillows from their rooms, you sat idly by and kept a close eye on Yeosang. The way you were looking at him made it seem like you're a predator and Yeosang's your prey.

As everyone took their seat, you slyly directed each of the boys to sit where you want them to sit, leaving the last comfortable position directly below you, by your feet. Since you know Yeosang tends to go to the bathroom last minute, it meant that he was going to have to sit at the available spot if he wanted to comfortably watch the movie.

Just as you expected, he walked back and froze for a second when he realized where he would be sitting.

"Yeosang, come on, we're gonna start now," Hongjoong called out from his position at the edge of the sofa.

Knowing he can't do or say anything, Yeosang gave up and went to take a seat by your feet. You smirked inconspicuously as you leaned against Seonghwa who was at your right. You nuzzled into him as your legs reached over to Wooyoung's lap on your left.

In the first ten minutes of the movie, you let Yeosang relax, not letting any parts of your body touch his. This seemed to be effective because his eyes were focused on the screen and his shoulders seemed very much relaxed.

But when he seemed to disregard your existence, you let your knee and fingers brush against the back of his neck. As your skin made contact with his, he visibly stiffened. Knowing him, his eyes were most likely bulged out and his grip on the blanket he and San shared tightened to the point that his knuckles turned white.

You smirked at yourself at his reaction, knowing that teasing him was going to be fun and that he deserved it.

The subtlety of your touch seemed to awaken something in Yeosang. Maybe it was his triggered frustration or it was just simply the fact that you hadn't touched him in the longest time.

When your eyes peeked down at him, it was evident that his mind was thinking a hundred thousand thoughts a minute. With his chest rising and deflating with each breath dramatically, you know it's time to take it up a notch and to test your hypothesis.

Sexually frustrated Yeosang + subtle teasing = boi-oi-oi-oi-oi-oing.

"Oops, almost forgot my popcorn," you muttered lowly but loud enough for Yeosang, Seonghwa, and Wooyoung to hear. Once Seonghwa and Wooyoung let their grip on you off, you proceeded to swing your right light over Yeosang and stepped diagonally. With the newfound balance, you leaned your body forward to pretend to reach for the popcorn bowl.

With this position, Yeosang was in direct eyeliner with your clothed core. The shorts you wore were not helping either. It was the pair you wore were the ones Wooyoung bought for you; very tight and short, the black, stretchy material both accentuated and covered only half of your ass.

To make things worse, you pretended to lose your balance and fell directly on Yeosang's lap with a high, squeaky yelp, albeit very fake. The close proximity between you two enabled you to hear the choked gasp that came out of Yeosang. Not only that, but you felt something hard pressing against your ass.

Either Yeosang hid the remote in his pants or your plan worked well.

You turned your face to look at Yeosang with a faux innocent, apologetic face, "Oops, sorry Sangie," you apologized to him, batting your eyelashes at him.

It seemed that Seonghwa and San had caught onto your plan. They were snickering at the scene unveiling before them.

Without saying anything else, you stood up. To make things worse, with your ass directly in front of Yeosang, you 'fixed' your shorts; pulling it up and exposing more of your ass.

"I'll be back," you told the room, to no one specific, before walking towards the kitchen.

You pretended to look around in there, trying to find something when suddenly a set of footsteps followed. Before you could even turn to look at who came, you had been swung and pushed until your back hit the fridge's door.

The sight of Yeosang's flustered face combined with his glare greeted you. You tried your best to not look so smug. On the contrary, you pretended to be confused.

With hands pinned at the sides, you knew you couldn't do much. You tilted your head at him and blinked innocently, "something wrong, Sangie?"

Hearing the faux innocence dripping from your voice only made Yeosang growl, slightly ticked that you dared play him like a fiddle.

"Something wrong? Are you seriously that ignorant or are you just pretending to be dumb? I don't even know which one is worse but I'm fucking sick of you flaunting your ass like a damn peacock trying to mate," he rambled on.

Your expression changed as a smirk broke on your face, "didn't know you're one to give in so easily, Sangie? You think with your dick now?" you poked fun at him.

Yeosang's left eye visibly twitched at your words. One of his hands let go of one of yours to grab at the back of your hair, tugging it back rather harshly, eliciting a moan out of you, "are you comparing me with one of the cheap boy toys that you played with when you weren't here? Didn't know your standards were lowered to that extent," he smirked, trying to push you the same way you did him.

A gasp and a low groan left Yeosang when you cupped his dick with your free hand over his pyjama pants, giving it a bit more pressure to feel how hard he was.

"No matter how much you call them 'cheap boy toys', they have bigger balls than you, Sangie. How long did you plan on being all pissy with me, hmm? Did it hurt your pride that I had to be the one who initiated direct contact with you?" you snarled at him.

You could see his eyes burn in anger with a tinge of shame. You knew you had struck a nerve in him.

All of a sudden, Yeosang pulled you off the fridge, turned you around and pushed you down by the shoulder to the point that your cheek was pressed onto the cold countertop.

Excitement filled you as you realized where this was going. Your formula was spot on, your H1 was accepted and H0 was rejected.

When you realized that Yeosang was not doing anything, you took matters into your own hands. You pressed your scantily clad core directly against his boner.

"Not gonna do anything, Sangie? Do I have to get one of the boys to show you how to use a dick properly? Or should I call one of Haknyeon's friends to show you? There's this one, Hyunjae I think was his name, he-"

You couldn't complete the sentence as Yeosang had slapped your ass so hard, you were sure he had left a purple handprint there.

As you were about to protest, Yeosang had somehow taken a clean rag and wrap it around your mouth as a makeshift gag. He leaned forward so that his chest was pressed onto your back.

"Be a good girl and keep your big mouth shut, yeah?" he ordered. His hand skimmed your waist down to your legs and it slowly caressed the back of your thighs, leaving goosebumps at their wake.

When he realized you didn't give him any response, his hands smacked the sides of your legs harshly, making you jolt up in surprise.

"Too dumb to answer?" he growled. Hearing the anger in his voice made you whimper out in fear and submission.

Yeosang smiled and pecked the back of your neck after you replied to him, your submission made him feel soft for a split second.

It wasn't until he pulled your shorts and panties carelessly along with his own pyjama pants and underwear that your brain finally registered that you're about to have angry sex with Yeosang. From how he had been treating you so far, you're at least 70% sure that there will be bruises all over you tomorrow.

Without hesitation, Yeosang shoved his dick deep into you, hips pressing against your ass as his hands found anchor on your waist. His grip was tight, vice even, it almost seemed possessive.

He set a harsh and quick pace from the beginning, not caring that your hips were smacking the counter nor the fact that literally anyone could enter the kitchen area.

Yeosang isn't one to talk much during sex, he tends to focus on the action more than anything else.

The feeling of him continuously entering you at such pace and vigour were intoxicating. Maybe it was all the pent up frustration and anger, but you swore your eyes rolled back even further each time his hips smacked yours harshly. You definitely won't be able to sit on your ass after this.

"Shit, I guess you were telling the truth when you said you weren't playing with your cousin's friends," he groaned out mid-thrust.

Yeosang suddenly pulled out, making you whine in protest.

If it weren't for the extreme sexual tension and both of your compromising predicament, Yeosang would've cooed at how adorable you sounded.

But that wasn't his priority at the moment.

Wordlessly, Yeosang pulled you off the counter to move you to the wooden dining table. He pushed you to lie on the table as he propped a leg up to his waist.

With this new position, you could see the defined lines of his chest peeking from his pyjama when he anchored himself above you. You thanked the workout regime he had been following internally because the sight of his muscles made your pussy throb.

Yeosang immediately went back to thrusting with an animalistic pace into you, pouring every bit of emotion he had into action. You could feel it. The way he was so close to you but still maintaining a certain distance, you knew that he was hesitating. The way he was avoiding your eyes and focus on where you both were connected, yearning for intimacy but scared to initiate it. But you also know that he wanted you beyond anything else and that he was sorry. He wasn't one to be good with words but luckily you know him well enough to understand him.

As he focused on pleasuring you both, you took the chance to prop yourself up slightly and pull the rag gag off your mouth and threw it to the side.

Your hand slapped his face, stunning him for a second. As his movements halted and eyes finally meeting yours, your grabbed his face and pulled him in for a deep kiss.

He froze momentarily, not knowing what to do. But when you pulled out to speak to him, you could see that his stubbornness began to chip away and crumble.

"You don't have to feel bad about what happened, I forgave you and it's about time you forgive yourself for being a jerk to me. And I'm sorry for leaving you to take care of everyone like that, Sangie. But can we please move past all that and go back to normal?"

His once vice grip on you loosened.

At first, you thought he was going to let you go and run away.

But he suddenly pulled you up and flush against him. He hugged you tightly, burying his face on your shoulder.

"I should've been the one to apologize first. I'm sorry, I love you so much," he said lowly against your skin. You knew that it was hard for him to be so vulnerable which was why you know him saying all that meant that he was being beyond sincere.

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders as his wrapped around your waist.

Soon his thrusts continued.

The initial roughness and anger were replaced with longing and desperation.

Not long after, you felt that you were close to the edge. Your leg that was hoisted up on Yeosang's waist tightened and Yeosang immediately realized what it meant.

His hands slipped under your shirt to play with your chest. His fingers tweaking and pinching your nipples, adding to the pleasure that he gave. The intense arousal shot to your pussy and you clenched hard as you came.

Head thrown back, exposing your neck to him, Yeosang took the opportunity to mark you up as he liked.

The feeling of his fingers on your nipples, his mouth on your skin, and his dick still moving inside you prolonged your orgasm more than you liked. The intensity made you whine as overstimulation took over.

Luckily, Yeosang soon followed suit and released his load inside you. His hips stuttered and his teeth bit down onto your shirt-covered shoulder. You yelped at the sudden pain but the pain turned to pleasure, making your thighs shook and pussy once again clamping around Yeosang.

Yeosang let out a guttural groan that was muffled by your shoulder at the feeling, not denying how good it felt.

You both stayed there, trying to catch your breath. It was then that you registered the aftermath of your intimate activity with Yeosang. Your pants and panties had somehow stuck onto one of the drawer handles of where you were pinned down, the rag that was used as a gag had somehow made its way to the edge of the room, and Yeosang was still fully dressed.

When your eyes met his again, you see fondness and love in them, He was smiling down at you, fingers trailing down to intertwine with yours.

"What would it take me to get your full forgiveness?" he asked, head tilting to the side. His bangs moved to reveal the birthmark that he had told you a while ago he was insecure about. You leaned forward and pecked the adorable mark, making him chuckle.

"Just don't pull yourself or push me away again when things are hard, okay? The last thing I want is to almost lose you again," you told him.

He brought one of your intertwined hands to his lips and gave it a soft kiss, "there is no way on earth that you'd be able to lose me. I was actually thinking the other way around," he admitted shyly.

You bit back a giggle for his sake and opted to kiss him fully on his lips. "You would never lose me, Sangie, I belong with you, all of you," you assured him.

As he pulled himself out of you and began to clean himself up, he was reminded that the others were a room apart.

Yeosang visibly swallowed, suddenly turning nervous.

"D-do you think the others-"

"Seonghwa and San were well aware that we were having sex here, pretty sure the others heard everything as well," you said, cutting him off.

"Yeah we did! You both better clean and disinfect the heck out of the kitchen area," Seonghwa yelled out from the living room.

Hearing that, Yeosang blushed madly and moved to bury his face into your shoulder in embarrassment.

You couldn't help but laugh at him. But you wrapped your arms around him and stroked his back comfortingly.

At least you got the old Yeosang back.

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The Maid Café || Saiki K x Reader

summary: nendou and kaidou keep pestering saiki to visit their favourite maid café but he shuts them down every time. however, after a bit of prying they manage to convince him to give the place a try and while they are there, you just so happen to be on shift. 

tw// cussing, maid café, (she/her) reader

key:

“non italicised text” = somebody besides Saiki speaking

“italicised text” = Saiki telepathically communicating

‘italised text’ = Saiki’s thought

‘Of course Nendou and Kaidou would be into maid cafés of all things — not cat cafés, not internet cafés — it just had to be maid cafés.’  

Saiki’s internal monologue began as Kaidou continued gushing on about the cute lady he met at the café a few days ago as an argument to why Saiki should join them next time they go. Not to say Saiki wasn’t listening as he felt extremely sorry for whatever lady had to tolerate Kaidou’s advances and his prayer went out to her but besides that, he really couldn’t care less about the maids or the café. 

Until, his attention was involuntarily aroused at the vocalisation of his name from Nendou, “Saiki’s definitely in for Friday, I’m pretty sure I sold him when I told him that the sandwiches there are almost as good as the ramen we usually get.”

‘No, you didn’t. I won’t be coming to join you on Friday. I’d much rather stay--’ 

Somehow Kaidou managed to cut off Saiki’s internal monologue with his annoying voice, “Don’t be silly, Nendou. You’re not going to win Saiki over with such a ridiculous comparison, one that he clearly doesn’t care about.” 

‘Am I delusional? Is this a hallucination? Or did Kaidou just say something logical and based in reality?’

Kaidou’s aura immediately changed to dark and sinister as a mischievous smirk crossed his face, the background squawks of the crows suddenly became much louder for some unknown reason. “Instead, you must locate your opponent's weak point before you can recognise the crucially important moment to exploit it. The process takes patience but it is one I have learned from my many years rebelling against Dark Reunion. Now, young Nendou, watch and learn.” He finished with a dramatic flip of his school jacket which was slung over his shoulders as a cape.

‘What was all that about?’

Saiki wondered before Kaidou turned to him, much less brooding than he was a few seconds ago, and said casually, “Your loss if you don’t come, Saiki — you’ll be the one missing out on some of the best desserts in our whole town — not to mention the coffee jelly.”

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‘How do I always end up losing to these people? I am a psychic for god’s sake!’

Saiki mentally cursed himself out as he stood shamefully in front of the maid café, wearing a carefully curated outfit — including his germanium ring  — created especially to hide his identity from anyone from his school that might pass by the café and spot him in there through the window or something. Honestly, he wouldn’t be caught dead in a maid café, or so he thought.

However, all the reviews he read along with both Nendou and Kaidou’s thoughts helped him conclude that this place’s coffee jelly and general dessert selection is nothing to sneeze at. In fact, his favourite Tumblr blog - DeadlyDesserts11037 - visited the place and gave it a 5 star review, recommending everybody who happens to pass by the town to definitely check the place out. After that, he was sold.

Saiki looked over at his friends and couldn’t help but facepalm in response to their bright red, thrilled expressions. “Good grief, please don’t tell me you are both that excited over ladies in maid outfits.” As you might’ve guessed, Saiki didn’t really understand the concept of a ‘maid café’, so he simply assumed the male obsession with maids had something to do with the objectification of women hence he obviously did not want to take part.

“Saiki, you’re seriously just built different if this doesn’t touch your soul.” They both brushed the pink-haired boy’s comment off, completely mesmerised by the sight of a particularly pretty maid-lady walking by the window — probably on her way to serve a table — carrying a notepad in one hand and a plate with a scrumptious-looking coffee jelly on top. 

Saiki followed their gaze, his breath hitching at the sight. He was speechless; no sarcastic comment, no running commentary, nothing. Just..woah! If he had known that the girls that work at this place were so gorgeous and the food looked so delicious, he would’ve came a long time ago.

He wasn’t even sure which one he wanted more; the girl or the jelly. In a way, one wasn’t complete without the other because the coffee jelly which she held high next to her head brought out her (E/C) eyes while her shapely figure highlighted the defined curves of the jelly. Drool was quick to start forming at the corners of his lips but he was even quicker to wipe it away; he was starving.

“We’re going in.”

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To Saiki’s dismay, it was not the stunning (H/C)-haired girl who he had caught a glimpse of through the glass that ushered them to their table. Rather, it was a slightly less gorgeous maid-lady who had long, bright purple hair which was clearly a wig. 

Fortunately for him, after she left Kadiou, Nendou and himself to take their seats, she rushed off saying that someone will come take their orders whenever they are ready.

Even with his psychic abilities, there wasn’t much he could think of to alter fate so the pretty coffee-jelly lady would end up serving their table, and besides that, he was way too caught up in gawking at all the mouth-watering desserts they had pictured on the menu. 

Simply glancing over the menu brought a stupid grin to his face, he wanted to try every delectable treat presented in front of him. However, he knew he must exhibit restraint, which was fairly simple as he knew deep down there was only one thing on the menu that he was truly after. You guessed it  — coffee jelly.

Usually, he couldn’t care less about what his friends comrades were going to order but in this case, he was tempted to try convince both Kaidou and Nendou to order something he liked so he could take a bite of whatever they were having, “What are you two going to order?”

Yet again though, he was ignored as Nendou and Kaidou were both too busy checking out other types of snacks to care about the ones on the menu. 

Then, a movement out of the corner of his eyes caught his attention so his head jolted from the menu to his new target, the beautiful girl he had saw through the window earlier. Previously, she was holding a coffee jelly but now she was basically empty handed, until she approached the table and pulled out a notepad and pen, “May I take your orders?” She asked in the most calming, melodious voice Saiki had ever heard, the sounds that left her mouth were nothing short of angelic. Which made sense since her serving their table must’ve been god’s gift to Saiki for all his hard work.

Chills, Saiki got literal chills before he mused, “A coffee jelly, and two brownies for the pair of clowns.” His blood ran cold; curse his smooth sarcastic comments! Most of the time, he was able to filter himself but due to the nerves that arose while talking to you, he probably shouldn’t be surprised that he had a little slip of the tongue. But now, you probably think he is a bitch that insults people on the regular; which he is, but not usually aloud! Plus, he couldn’t even tell what you were thinking due to his germanium ring and your distant expression, awful combo!

While he was in the middle of feeling bad for himself and considering teleporting away home, a miracle happened, you burst out laughing. And somehow, your laughter was even more silvery than your voice. 

Saiki had zoned-out from pure shock for a moment before coming back to reality, noticing that you had started jotting down something in your notepad, a sweet smile still lingering on your face despite the fact you had stopped laughing. “Alright, so one coffee jelly and two brownies. Anything else?” You asked, glancing back and forth between the three equally unique and strange men sitting at the table. 

“That’ll be all, thank you.” Saiki telepathically communicated as he usually did, considering actually using his mouth to speak for a change so he didn’t seem weird but in all honesty, he couldn’t be bothered. In any other situation, he would’ve gotten a drink of water or perhaps hot cocoa but right now he was way too afraid of making another error in his speech to request something else. 

Silently, he extended his arm to hand you the menu he was given when he entered the café, along with the ones Kaidou and Nendou were given too. His actions single-handedly shooting down your plan of leaning across the table to ‘take the menus’ but in reality it is just a subtle way of showing-off how nice your torso looked in this maid outfit, a trick you learned from your supervisor. 

You nodded, closing over your notepad and making your way over to the kitchen, being sure to swing your hips just a little bit extra to impress the pink-haired megane at the table you just took an order from. You mentally cursed your stupid brain though for always crushing on guys/gals who don’t seem the least bit interested in you. In this case, the guy’s attention was divided between his star-struck friends and the desserts on the menu, rather than you which was an unusual sight in a maid café considering that most people would only come to ogle at the waitresses. 

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“So, Saiki.” Kaidou finally landed back into reality after a large chunk of the waitresses roaming around were now in the kitchen which he didn’t have viewing access to, “What did you order us?”

‘So, he was fully aware that the waitress came to take his order, he just chose to ignore her and left me to order his food. What a child, it must be a side-effect of his eighth grade syndrome.’

Saiki couldn’t help but sigh, “I ordered you both brownies.”

Kaidou stuck out his bottom lip to form a pout as he crossed his arm over his chest like a toddler, “I hate brownies.” He muttered to himself, realising that if he wanted something done right, he’d have to do it himself.

An amused smirk tugged at Saiki’s lips but he resisted the urge to laugh, ‘I know.’ He thought, his masterplan to eat more food without looking greedy falling into place. “Oh well, more for me then.”

Suddenly, Nendou spun his head around to abruptly join the conversation, “Hey guys, did you see the hottie that was serving our table?” He inquired with starry eyes, as if he was a kid in a candy store.

Saiki nodded, ‘Obviously I did, you moron. I was the one who ordered the food for goodness’ sake!’

Kaidou shook his head, his eyes lighting up as he leaned in close to Nendou, “Nope! I was busy looking at the other girls, but tell us!” 

Nendou chuckled at Kaidou’s enthusiastic reaction before glancing to the side, outstretching his arm and pointing at the waitress that was now approaching the table with the food in her hands. “There she is!”

‘Don’t point at her, you idiot!’ Saiki mentally insulted his friend but instinctively followed the guidance of the tip of his finger until his eyes landed on your shapely figure — accentuated by the nature of the maid outfit  — slowly heading toward his table, holding the coffee jelly and the plate of brownies in the same graceful way you did when he saw you through the window. 

The gleam of your gorgeous hair, the movement of your luscious lashes, the gentle bounce of your upper body, how your perfectly manicured nails clutched the base of the jelly glass; everything about what he was seeing made him believe that if/when he were to die, this would be his ideal first sight as he passed through the gates of heaven. 

Before he knew it, you had reached the table and placed his jelly down on the table, gently nudging it towards him, “One coffee jelly for the cute boy with antennas.” You mused, making Saiki’s heart flutter in a way he was unfamiliar with. Then, you placed the brownies in front of Kaidou and Nednou who sat opposite from Saiki, “And two brownies for the clowns.” 

If it wasn’t for the fact the pair of clowns were too busy leching over you in your maid outfit, they’d probably be curious as to your choice of words but luckily for both you and Saiki, they were way to entranced by your visible bra strap to care about the little nickname.

Saiki felt a light blush creep onto his face, which only got worse as you discretely sent him a playful wink before turning on your heels to stroll back to the kitchen, “If you need anything else, just give me a wave.” 

All of them hummed agreement in unison until the waitress was out of sight, giving Saiki a moment to process the events that had just went down. Not only did you refer to him as ‘the cute boy with antennas’ but you also winked at him, if that wasn’t a clear sign you were interested, what was? However, Saiki still had his doubts since this was a maid café after all, perhaps you were just trained to do that with all your customers.

Luckily, the had the foresight to slip off his germanium ring to read your mind and that helped him come to the conclusion that you were either interested in him or you were just very competitive as the whole time you were serving the table your thoughts were along the lines of;

‘I’ll adjust my skirt- Ha! You looked! Try resist falling for me now, you hot lil’ megane! Your heart is mine and I know it! See, I’ll fidget with my corset too-- just make a move already, pinkie!’

Although he didn’t appreciate being called ‘pinkie’, he had no right to judge what was going on in your brain. All he could do is be thankful that you didn’t say that aloud.

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You sighed as you noticed the pink-haired boy and his little posy exit the establishment without so much as a goodbye, or even a wave! 

It was disappointing as you had already mentally planned your future with this guy and he had the audacity to do the real life equivalent of leaving you on read. But oh well, it would be approximately a week until you developed a crush on a random customer that lasts for around 30 minutes and for the time being, you can focus on doing your job.

You glumly shuffled over to their table to gather their plates to be washed, then a piece of colourful paper attached to the empty jelly glass caught your eye. As you held up the glass to inspect it further, you realised that it was a sticky note with a message written on it in black ink and neat, cursive handwriting. It read:

‘Dearest waitress,

Thank you for the excellent service, we (myself) tipped accordingly.’

You hadn’t finished reading yet but you were curious as to what he meant by that, and apparently you service must’ve been exceptional as the writer had left a whole ¥2000 tip. That’s a huge addition to the demonia fund.  

Followed by this charming little message was an extra tip for you; the writer’s phone number! Meaning that this little sticky note was something you had to protect with your life..so you shoved it in your bra for safe-keeping. 

But not before taking a moment to giggle with delight at who the note was signed by, 

‘Sincerely, the hot lil’ megane (aka Kusuo Saiki)’ 

[goodegrrrl]

Love will tear us apart

Pairing: Wilhemina Venable x Reader

Words: 7,346

Warnings: This is all over the place; it's sad and angsty and I just want to say that one day I hate it and the next day I don't. It also might feels a little rushed at the end but I just needed to get it done. I might add a part two.

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Nature was hardly perfect, yet perfect in the most imperfect way possible. The trees alongside the path you were running on had been slightly bend by the vicious winds having gotten to them as they were still growing. Now they stood around you - tall and proud - not bothered by the imperfections they had been marked with. On the contrary, they seemingly embraced their curved branches, hugging each other tenderly, reminding you of a lover’s gentle embrace.

You felt an energetic joy course through your body, awoken by the blooming flowers around you. Wherever you looked, all you saw were splashes of the most vibrant colors - green, red, purple, yellow, pink. And as the whole forest seemed to become alive with the sunlight piercing through the thick crowns of the trees, with the sound of each leaf blowing away in the wind and birds chirping away, you felt it’s togetherness within you.

You listened to the melody in your heart, a melody that could not be heard, but only felt, created by the tangible and blended bond of each living thing around you.

And then you started to cry.

You had to stop, had to hold on to the nearest tree. You felt the air being sucked out of your lungs as you let out a heart-wrenching sob.

It never got easier. All of your picturesque surroundings reminded you of her. You saw her everywhere - in every beautiful piece of art created by Mother Earth.

Her eyes were mirrored in the mahogany colored wood, reminding you of a leather book, promising a story of love, devotion and eternal loyalty.

In the soft red color of the honeysuckle, you saw the faint blush on her cheeks whenever you told her how beautiful she was.

You remembered all the times she had been too tired to brush her own hair, leading you to work through the knots as she had laid bare in your arms.

And the subtle purple coat of the violet hummingbird lead you to reminisce about all the times you had let your eyes roam over her thin body as she was putting on her favorite pastel suit.

In the distance, you saw a deer. Its coat was painted in a bright brown color with round, white spots all over. It must have been a young animal since its antlers had yet to grow to full bloom.

As your eyes met, it ran away.

Things have not been the same since the fateful day in April – as nature had started to come alive; her love for you had slowly started to die.

At least that is what you had thought then.

You remembered the day vividly, remembered all the words she had thrown your way – words she herself had heard a million times. They stood out in her brain like the scars on her back, having the once white canvas painted only in colors of darkness, words of disdain written all over.

On any other day you were able to just let them roll off your back, would not let her words get to you. But on this day in April you had been tired, just so tired. Work had been incredibly stressful and after hours of meetings and conversations with all the incompetent idiots surrounding you, you just couldn’t take it.

You should have known better. You knew that she had had her quarterly appointment at her doctor’s. You knew the mood she was in whenever she came back. You knew for that one day she hated you because you were healthy, because you were not in pain, because you were normal.

The words she had thrown at you, words of disdain, anger, degrading – they weren’t to tear you down. You knew that. This was her way of dealing, her way of stopping the infinite hurt in her heart, the anger towards an unknown god having inflicted so much pain on her. She didn’t mean them. You knew.

But you had been so drained. You had been hurt, had not thought about the words that had left your mouth after she had told you that it would be better to let her go, to live your life with someone who was worthy of being loved by you, who wasn’t crippled, who wasn’t a monster.

You had raised your voice at her, had watched her become smaller and smaller, had not prevented her from locking her love back into the faraway corner of her darkened soul.

After hours of fighting, crying, wailing, you had given up. Betrayed. Broken. And then you had agreed. Had agreed with every word she had said, had left your shared home to walk down the streets of Los Angeles to calm down, to stop the dark thoughts in your head, to remind yourself of all the love you felt for her.

When you had come back hours later you found Wilhemina packing your clothes, neatly folded in boxes that you had once used to get closer to her were now used to push you away.

As your eyes met hers you knew that this was it. It was over.

*

As you walked up the stairs to the home you once shared, you could feel a knot forming in your throat. You were wrenching your hands together, playing with the purple lavender quartz ring that she had once given to you so you would have something of hers that you could always have with you. You had not taken it off since.

You took a deep breath, counting to ten, before you rang the doorbell. A light in the living room was being turned on. You could hear her cane hitting the wooden floor of the hallway. It sounded off. Usually it reminded you of a love song she whispered only for you, but now it sounded harsh and dull at the same time. As you heard her unlocking the door, you could have sworn that your heart stopped for a second.

Wilhemina looked different. She had lost weight, making her look frail and pallid. She was wearing light purple pants with a sweater, which were hanging loosely on her small frame. Under her eyes, she wore dark circles that she had not bothered to cover with make-up. Her glasses were still perched on her delicate nose, sitting on her protruding cheekbones. Her hair looked lackluster and dull, missing its silkiness and vibrant color that you used to love so much. She was leaning on her cane more than she usually would.

A million thoughts were running through your head. All you could think of was her – she was consuming every fiber of your being, every broken piece of your soul, every blood cell running through your body. She was all that mattered to you and you wondered how you had even been able to continue to breathe, how you managed to stay alive, how you did not die as soon as there had been all these miles separating you from her.

You had to stop yourself from launching yourself into her. Standing in front of her now, you felt like an invisible thread had been wrapped around you, pulling you closer to the woman occupying every thought of every waking minute inside of you.

Yet, instead of coming closer to you, she took a step back. “What are you doing here?” you saw the hand that was not holding on to her cane tremble, her chest heaving as if she was struggling to get oxygen into her lungs. You desperately wanted to reach out, desperately wanted to pull her into your arms and whisper in her ear how everything would be fine. How you would be there and protect her from all the cruelty in the world.

“I am trying to find a way back home. A way back home… to you.” Your voice sounded small in your head, sounded weak and broken. She only huffed, almost laughing as soon as the words had forced themselves into her ears. “Are you fucking kidding me?” her eyes were glistening now. She covered the tears gathering in them with rage.

Still, you were able to look right through her, could look past the gates of hell, past the burning flames, past the anger she used to mask her pain.

“I don’t want you here. I want you to leave and never come back. You of all people should have known….” A deep breath in “You should have known what you were doing.” A tear escaped, running down her cheek. Wilhemina did not bother to wipe it away, her eyes not leaving yours. “You broke my heart.” The words produced by her vocal cords sounded wet and broken, like she was about to burst into tears and your heart shattered, leaving a million little pieces on the floor in front of you – leaving no chance of gluing them back together to form a whole again.

“I don’t even … I can’t tell you how sorry I am.” You could not help the tears from falling, could not keep your voice steady “I should have fought harder. For you. For us. I am so sorry, Mina.”

Wilhemina let her cane hit the floor, two times, hard and violent “You lost every right to be here. You are a fucking waste of space, human waste, not worthy of anything but pain.” She had pulled herself together, had put Mina away into the deepest and darkest corner of her heart. The person in front of you was not the gentle soul you fell in love with after having peeled all of her layers away, instead you were coming face to face with Ms. Venable. The soulless creature having been made a monster by society and all people who had been cruel to her. Now you were one of them.

“Mina, please. I am sorry, so sorry.” You were sobbing now, trying desperately to make her understand how sorry you were, how you would do anything to turn back time, to go back to where you once stood – next to her, loving her.

The next thing you heard was the door slamming shut.

You only realized that you had sunken down on the stairs as it started to pour down rain, the raindrops mixing together with the tears on your cheeks. You lifted yourself up, your body trembling from the cold. Infinite sadness was enveloping you, leaving you feeling drained and exhausted.

You climbed down the stairs and instead of hailing a cab, you decided to walk. You welcomed the cold, the pain, the sadness. You did not deserve anything else and somehow it made you feel closer to her. To Mina.

Walking down the streets you once strutted down hand in hand with her, blissfully in love and without any care in the world for anything that did not concern Mina, you felt the pain course through your veins like poison infiltrating your bloodstream. The jacaranda trees lining the streets, usually blooming in the prettiest purple color, had shed their gown, leaving them undressed. The old houses to your left, which Wilhemina loved so much, seemed to be mocking you – their rounded windows looking at you pitiful while the windowsills beneath them smiled at you ironically, knowing what you did to the one who always stopped to admire their expressive exterior. The chatter of the people walking down the streets pierced through your ears, turning into laughter that made you want to throw up.

*

As Wilhemina slammed the door shut, she methodically walked back to the living room. Her legs felt weighty, her feet barely leaving the floor. She leant heavily onto her cane, feeling weak and exhausted. She tried to keep her façade intact, even though no one was around. She would not let herself break down, would not give in to something as menial as the ever growing sadness inside of her. How could she? She knew that she would not be able to get back up once she hit the ground.

She leaned her cane with the raven skull against the coffee table. She would not use it today, would not count on its support and instead let her frail body carry its weight on its own. She knew that she would be sore tomorrow, that she would feel every muscle in her body, her back would be in great pain – yet she welcomed the thought of it, giving her something other than the pain you had caused each other for her to focus on.

The walk up the staircase felt like climbing a mountain. Every part of her body protested the unsupported movements. She entered the bathroom, picking the one adjoining the master bedroom you once shared. The room she had not once slept in since you left. Today, she did not care.

She turned on the shower before she started to undress the part of herself she hated the most, leaving her white blouse for last. She stood in front of the mirror, turning around slightly so her curved spine entered her line of sight. She hated it. She felt disgusted by it.

Thoughts she would have liked to erase from her brain flooded her. She remembered how you would have embraced her from behind, how you intertwined her hands with yours and let them rest on her flat stomach. You lips would caress her back lovingly while your thumb stroked whichever part of her skin it could reach. You would whisper words of comfort into her ears while you gently nibbled on her earlobe. She remembered how she would feel enveloped in comfort, how she would draw strength from your touch, how she had felt as if she truly was beautiful to you. That had been all that mattered.

Now she was standing in front of the mirror. Alone. No one to quieten the thoughts in her head, the words of disgust and self-loathing taking up even the smallest corners of her brain.

Wilhemina had not noticed the tears traveling down her cheeks.

She wiped them away furiously, hating how she was not able to control her emotions. The voice of her mother rung in her ears, scolding her to stop being so dramatic, to stop causing her distress, to stop being a baby and to behave like a grown woman. After all, she had brought shame over her whole family - being a disabled monster, a freak of nature.

As the ice cold water hit her body, she did not even move.

The cold water soon turned her body numb, all the pain she had felt in her tired muscles before vanished, leaving her without any feeling in her bones. She held her face to the water, desperate to let it wash away her agony. Even if she was not feeling her body anymore, the turmoil in her head continued.

She was angry. Angry at herself for letting you get to her, for making her have to face her emotions yet again. She had been good the last few months - had abandoned everyone she ever cared for, had gotten a new phone number and most importantly - she had Mina locked away safely where no one was able to get to her.

Ms. Venable had returned, more cruel and hostile than before. Her colleagues and assistants feared her, clients avoided her and Jeff and Mutt simply ignored her. She had thrown herself into her work, worked even harder than before. Her hours had increased, her reports had flourished and her heart had disappeared.

She felt her throat closing up. Again. She angrily switched the water from cold to burning hot and let out a silent scream.

Her previously numb body now hurt. She was in agony, in pain. The scars on her back were burning like flames dancing on her upper body. She could feel how her skin started to bruise, how her lungs constructed as the hot air burned them alive from the inside. Finally, she was feeling something other than the pain in her heart.

She could feel her brain shutting down, could feel how her legs were shaking from the pain she was in. They trembled as the skin gradually turned into a bright shade of red - their color matching her ever beating heart, desperate to be loved.

And without warning, her legs gave out on her. Wilhemina sank down to the floor of her shower where she cradled her head in her hands and started to sob.

She cried for you. For the love that she once was able to call her fairytale, for the one thing having her kept sane during the grueling doctors appointments, the infinite pain in her back, the days at work where she felt as if she was going to crumble underneath the pressure, the days where her body was giving up on her, making it impossible to even get out of bed. You had been with her through it all. You had shared her burden and you did it without ever complaining.

Instead, on the days where she did not have anything nice to say to you, when she treated you like you were garbage, you had loved her even harder. You loved her fearlessly. Unconditionally. You had showed her kindness when she had only brought you pain.

You were like the sun on the darkest days, had given your all to love her without boundaries. She knew she had not deserved all of your kindness, your words of comfort, your tender embrace. Yet she had let herself be loved by you. And for a while, everything was perfect.

Until she had come back to reality, realizing that no one in this world should have to deal with her, should endure a lifetime of pain and heartbreak which she unfortunately always brought upon people close to her. So she had changed, her cruelty had increased, her loving words disappeared. It only made her even more enraged that you stayed, that you stood your ground and still held her hand through everything.

Wilhemina knew that she hade made you leave, that she had pushed you over the edge by her behavior and her loveless words. She knew you would have stayed if she would only have uttered a word, had asked you to. Instead, she had only continued her torment, her war on you. Had continued until you were not able to take it anymore.

Only because she had been scared of loving you too much, of falling deeper and deeper into you without a ladder making it possible to escape the clutches of your irrevocable love for her. She had brought this pain upon herself, had broken her bruised and fragile heart, had taken pieces of her soul and thrown them to the ground so she could step on them, so she could break the remaining kindness within herself, could crush the hope she had felt when she had first met you.

In you she had found hope. Hope for someone who would love her, hold her, protect her.

Wilhemina knew it was her fault, but today, she didn’t want to hear that. Couldn’t bear the thought of having hurt the only person she ever loved.

As the heat was running out and the water started to get cold, she lifted her beaten body up agonizingly slow. She opened the door and sucked in the fresh air that entered the confides of her shower, letting herself take a couple of deep breaths before she climbed out.

Looking into the mirror now, she barely recognized herself. Her eyes were vacant, lifeless and dull. The skin covering her bones had been bruised by the hot water, leaving her feeling sweaty and too warm to be comfortable. Her face was puffy from all the tears she had cried, her skin beaten down by the evidence of her grief.

*

She should have called in sick. She should have stayed home. She should not even have gotten out of bed.

Every part of her body hurt, her head feeling foggy and distorted. Wilhemina was barely able to form a sentence, the letters on her computer screen dancing around, making her feel dizzy and nauseous.

She had no idea how she had managed to walk from her office to the conference room, had no idea how she had been able to walk there without passing out. Every cell in her body was screaming to her in agony, her muscles aching without even being used, her bones seemingly about to break without being strained.

“… as for the next few weeks, the company will have to focus on increasing its value without… “, Mutt’s words seemed to be blurring together, no matter how intensively she focus she could not understand what he was saying.

“Ms. Venable? Are you still with us?”, Wilhemina felt like she was underwater, felt like the words directed to her were muffled by waves crashing down on the shore. “I.. what?”, she was surprised that she even managed to form a sentence of some sort, her lungs violently constricting as she tried to get more oxygen into the vital organ.

Then everything was a blur. A blinding pain consumed her whole being, her heart first violently hammering in her chest, shooting excruciating pain down her body. Her hand flew to her chest as she tried to calm her racing heart. She couldn’t breath, couldn’t see, couldn’t feel anything except for the pain. She tried to get out words, tried to force her body to stay within her control, desperate to not let anyone know how much pain she was in.

As the world around her turned black, she knew she had lost the fight against herself.

*

The walls of the hospital seemed to be coming closer as you ran through the corridors. You could feel your lungs protest as you let your legs carry you as fast as they could. The halls seemed endlessly long, with people walking through them who were seemingly enjoying to stand in your way.

As you finally reached the desk where you’d be able to get all the information you needed, you were out of breath, sucking air into your lungs as you were desperate to know where she was.

“I’m looking for Wilhemina Venable. I got a call.” You took another deep breath, willing yourself not to cry “I am her emergency contact.”

The nurse behind the desk looked at you, raising an eyebrow in the process. “It must be you then.” She gave you a tired smile and pulled out a file which you guessed must be hers “She’s in room 4.12. 4th floor. Cardiology.”

The elevators were right across from the desk. Pressing the button harshly, you could feel the journey to the hospital catching up on you. Your legs felt tired as you leaned against the mirror on one side while you let your eyes roam over your tired looking face on the opposite one.

You looked like shit. Her voice rung in your ears “Garbage”. She had been right. The dark circles under your red rimmed eyes gave away the sleepless nights you had endured while your hollow cheeks marked days without having had any kind of food.

The elevator dinged as you reached the fourth floor. Your legs carried you to your destination. Room 4.12. As you were about to knock as the door swung open, revealing a nurse who gave you a curious look “Are you here for her?!”

You just nodded, not bothering to give her a verbal response, ducking a little bit to get past her so you’d be finally able to see her, to stop the dark thoughts occupying your brain, to stop the incessant worrying in your heart.

Relief washed over you as your eyes found hers. She was sitting in bed, upright, leaning against the pillows on the elevated head part of the hospital bed. You couldn’t help but wonder if that position wasn’t hurting her back.

For just a second you saw the relief you had felt seconds before reflect in her mahogany eyes as well, only to be replaced by sheer disgust and anger.

“Wasn’t I clear before or are you just dumb?”

You simply stood there. Right in the middle of the room as your eyes wandered over her frail form. She was still there, still with you, still talking, still breathing. “I’m so glad you’re alive.”

She let out a low huff, avoiding your gaze as she looked out the window “You can leave now then. That’s what you’re good at.” Her voice had gotten softer, quiet and drenched in sadness.

“I told you - I made a mistake. I shouldn’t have let you push me away.”, you took a few steps towards her before she held up her hand, willing you to stop walking.

“I don’t need your pity. I don’t need you.” As you were about to start rambling on how you indeed needed her, someone who you assumed must be her doctor, entered the room.

“You must be her girlfriend.” The kind doctor gave you a smile “I’m Dr. Harding.”

“She’s not my fucking girlfriend, she’s no one.” Wilhemina sneered as she gave you a triumphant look, seemingly pleased with her indifference towards you, seemingly proud of her cruel words.

The doctor gave you an irritated look as she glanced shortly at Wilhemina, shaking her head as to gather her thoughts. “Anyway, since you’re her emergency contact I’m going to give you a short overview of everything that happened.” She took a glance at the woman in the hospital bed and as she noticed her shrinking into herself further, she looked back at you “Maybe we should go outside.”

“You know, she’s quiet intimidating” the doctor laughed nervously “I’ve never felt as incompetent and small as I do when I am with her.” she shifted her weight from one foot to the other while she opened the clipboard with Mina’s files on them. “She must really love you, you know?”

You were confused by her words. Surely your stoic and private Wilhemina had not let the doctor in on her feelings towards you. She had never even truly voiced them towards you, had rather shown her affection by her actions, by little presents she’d give to you, by the smiles she had given you first thing in the morning while you were holding her close to you.

“Ms. Venable has suffered a severe case of stress cardiomyopathie; this causes rapid and reversive heart muscle weakness.”, Dr. Harding cleared her throat, “It usually only occurs with people who are much older than her. We did find traces of burnt skin on her and believe this added to the other stress she had been feeling. She must have already been weakened.”

You looked at her quizzically, not really grasping what she was trying to say to you, not quiet sure what the meaning behind her words was. “So, like a heart attack?”, you could feel a knot forming in your throat while tears were gathering in your eyes, “She had a heart attack?”

“It seemed like it at first, but no.”, her eyes met yours over her clipboard, “It’s called broken heart syndrome.”

It felt like the world was closing in on you. A ringing in your ears, your lungs constricting, tears escaping your closed eyes. The pain you felt was consuming your whole body, every piece of your soul seemed to be being torn apart, shredded to pieces. You tried to calm yourself down, tried to take in deep breaths, slowly and calculated.

The words being uttered by the kind doctor in front of you were none you could really understand. You gathered that it wasn’t a condition that just randomly happened, usually brought upon the recipient by great distress and conditions undetected before. You could not help but feel responsible for the agony she had to endure yet again. Only because you had wavered, only because you had not been strong enough to love her the way she deserved.

As you had finally been able to get your emotions under control, having gotten some information on her condition and how to proceed after she was released from the hospital, you made your way back to her room.

Wilhemina was laying in bed, her eyes focused on the ceiling. She didn’t even turn to look at you when you entered the room. For a moment, you simply stood there, watching the rise and fall of her chest, listening to her heartbeat on the machine, relieved that it sounded regular, beep, beep, beep, like a song you heard for the first time and immediately wanted to listen to on repeat forever.

“What are you looking at?” she still keep her eyes focused on the ceiling, but her voice somehow sounded softer, lacking the venom it had been laced with earlier.

“You.” barely a whisper. You walked towards her and sat down on the chair that had been placed next to her bed. You were about to grab her hand but thought better of it. “I am looking at you.”

“And are you enjoying this? Are you enjoying seeing the cripple become progressively more crippled? Are you basking in my misery?”

“Why would you ever think that, Mina? I told you that I made a mistake. I should have come back sooner, yes, but you made it so hard to love you sometimes.”

“Then why don’t you just go? Why did you even come back? I don’t fucking need you. I don’t need anyone. Just leave me alone and go live your fucking life.” Wilhemina turned, now looking at you with eyes full of rage, anger and pain.

You felt the tears escaping your eyes, could feel them tainting your cheeks as you did not really know what to do anymore, could not find the words to ease the turmoil in her head, to make her understand that you were not able to live without her.

“Because I love you, Mina. It’s that simple. And as hard as it is to love you on some days, it’s so much harder to not be with you. It’s so much more painful to miss your smile, your voice, your hugs. It’s so much more painful to miss being loved by you.”, you willed your voice to be strong, willed the tears away to continue, “the weeks without you were the worst of my life. There was not a single minute where I did not want to be around you, where I would not have given everything just to hear your voice, see your smile or feel your body close to mine. You are inevitable for me, you fucking moron.”

Wilhemina huffed, averting her gaze once again so you would not be able to see the wetness gathering in her eyes.

“When you are with me, I feel like I am drunk on love. I feel like miracles are about to happen whenever I see your eyes glistening in the winter snow. Whenever I am with you I can see nothing but you – everything around us disappears as if we are the only people in the world. I am sick and tired of shutting up, Mina. You need to understand that I won’t be silent anymore and I won’t let you send me away. I will stay right here with you and hold you whether you like it or not. The more you’re pushing me away the tighter I will hold on to you. And if we burn, then let it illuminate the darkness around you. My love will be the afterglow guiding us out of it.”

“You are such a fucking moron.”, she discreetly wiped at her eyes.

“Then so be it. Now would you please just… let me take you home?”

“Alright. But don’t even think for a second that I am agreeing to this because of you. I just want to get out of here.”

*

The drive home had been silent. You had tried to talk to her but she had just stared out the window, only giving you short responses if even. Sometimes she had just looked at you, her face unreadable.

You felt a weight being lifted of your shoulders as you reached your home. Her home. The daffodils that Wilhemina had planted a few years ago were in full bloom, signaling the end of the cold days and the arrival of spring.

“We’re here.” You glanced at the woman next to you. She had been deep in thought and flinched as she registered your voice.

You almost jumped out of the car, opening the door for her and holding out your hand for her to take. She gave you a timid smile as she took it and got out of the car.

Almost you let your hand rest in hers, but thought better of it for you knew how much she hated being perceived as if someone who required any form of help, no matter the circumstances.

You busied yourself with the small bag of her clothing as Wilhemina made her way up the stairs. Slow and calculated.

For anyone who did not know the beautiful woman it would seem completely normal. But you knew her. Knew the way she would lean on her cane a little heavier than usual, how she would think just a second longer about the placement of her feet, knew how she never held on to the banister but did now, knew how she needed to rest just for a second before continuing to move.

You wished she would accept your help, would accept the comfort you were offering, but knew better than to push her. She would come to you in her own time, so you had to be patient.

“I know that you enjoy just looking around, but I’d preferably go inside.” She tapped the floor with her cane twice to emphasize her words, making you practically run upstairs to let her in.

“I just want to make something perfectly clear with you.” Wilhemina motioned for you to close the door as she languidly walked into the kitchen to sit down on a barstool.

Your eyes found hers, desperate to convey everything you were not able to say with just a look. You willed her to understand that nothing she would say would make you leave, that you’d be by her side no matter what, no matter what cruelty and anger she would direct towards you. No matter how bad she’d hurt your heart and your weakened soul.

Wilhemina played with the ring on her finger, twisting and turning as if she was mirroring the whirlwind of thoughts in her head. She let it turn one direction only to twist it into the other. “I don’t need your pity. Your care. I don’t want you here.” she didn’t look at you, her gaze focused on the tabletop, on the structure of the wood.

“How long?” you ignored her harsh words. “How long what?” Wilhemina sneered, her eyes hard and taunting. She shifted on the stool, meeting your gaze – mocking and unrelenting “I don’t know if you just don’t want to understand what I am saying or if you’re just stupid.” she let out a laugh, pleased with herself.

“How long are we going to fight for?”, your voice was barely above a whisper. You felt drained and tired, the last few days catching up on you viciously.

Wilhemina looked at you for a moment, finally realizing how tired you looked. “You know, why don’t you just go. Go to the guestroom and rest.”

For today, you accepted it. You accepted that you had lost the battle with Ms. Venable. Mina would stay looked away in her cell right at the bottom of her heart. She would keep being restrained, the shackles unrelentingly digging into her soft skin. You could her her small voice in your head, could hear her calling out for you to stop the hurt and the pain. Could hear her whispering that she needed you, wanted you, craved you. But today you gave up. Today you lost hope. You’d try again tomorrow for only a battle was lost, but the war was still raging on.

Her smell invaded your nostrils as you had snuggled deep into the covers. You felt as if she was embracing you, her soft touch calming the raging of emotions within. You thought about all the times she had been in your arms, the times were she had let herself be consumed by your love, had felt at home, at peace.

*

Wilhemina let her hands be warmed by the cup of lavender tea in her hands. She felt numb, empty. Her thoughts were with you. They were always with you if she let them roam around freely. She felt torn. She wanted to be with you, wanted to turn back time and stop you from leaving, wanted to erase the disappointment she had felt when the door had closed behind you and you had left.

But she knew that it had been her fault. That she had made you leave. She told you over and over again to just go. She had been so cruel, so mean, so deprecating. She had tried to break you the same way she had been broken when all you ever did was love her.

You did not deserve this.

“Come on in.”, she hadn’t even registered that she had knocked on the door to the guest room, your voice disrupting her thoughts of self-loathing and self-deprecation.

Wilhemina hesitantly opened the door, standing in the doorway as she met your gaze. “Hi, Mina.”, you sat up in bed, looking at her curiously and even a little scared. You were afraid that she was just going to kick you out, that she would close the door in your face forever, that she would lock her heart away for eternity.

“Hey.”, she tightened the grip on her cane and shifted her weight from one foot to the other. Your gaze shifted to her hands and you could see her knuckles turning white. She was nervous.

“Why don’t you come over here and sit with me?”, you put down the book you had been reading and patted the space next to you as you lifted the covers. Mina looked around nervously, as if she was afraid to be seen as anyone who could mistake her behavior for weakness. “Mina, it’s just me.”

She slowly walked over to you and sat down a few inches away. You could feel the tension vibrating off of her body, could feel the fear in the air, could feel her hesitancy in the way she fidgeted with her hands. All you wanted was to have her close to you. You just wanted to hold her, wanted to nuzzle your face into the curve of her neck while you deeply inhaled her scent.

No one you knew had ever used the word ‘loving’ to describe Wilhemina, and yet, it was the first thing that came to your mind whenever you thought of her. Surely she could be mean, cruel and enraged, but being loved by her had been the greatest gift you had ever received.

She conveyed her feelings by little touches, by gentle kisses, by tender embraces. The words she could not utter were shown in simple acts of kindness. She showed her love by always making you coffee in the morning, by putting toothpaste on your brush, by putting your coat over the heater because she knew you were always freezing. She always made sure to buy your favorite food and when you had to work longer than her, she came by and brought you your favorite dinner. She would never go to bed without you by her side, always making sure you were safely at home, in her orbit.

You let your hand reach for hers – and this time she did not pull away, instead she intertwined your fingers with hers. She looked at you and you found her gaze. “I love you, Mina. And I know that we won’t be able to fix this within a day, but I want to try. I love you. I love you. I love you so much.”

Wilhemina had averted her eyes after you had said the three words she still had not gotten used to hearing. She could feel the emotions bubbling up inside her, could feel the tears making their way to the surface and her instinct was to run or to utter words of disgust - but she willed herself to stay, willed herself to work through the turmoil in her head. Not by herself, but with you right by her side.

“I love you, too.”, her voice was barely above a whisper. You would not have been able to hear it if you had not waited for her to say something. “I am sorry, I am sorry.” she could not face you. She felt overwhelmed, unable to work through the racing thoughts in her head, the beating of her heart, the sensation of your skin on hers.

“Stay with me.”, you had knelt down in front of her, grabbing onto her other hand while you finally met her eyes. “Just… let us just rest. Let us go to our bed. Let me hold you. We will figure it out in the morning. We will start healing. Together. But today, let’s just be.”

You could see the gears turning in her head, could see her weighing out the pros and cons, could see the ongoing fight between her head and her heart.

And then she gave you a nod.

*

You got ready for bed without saying a word. It felt as if you were performing a dance together that you had never practiced but still somehow knew and had perfected together. You gave her space when she changed and she let you be as you tried to hide the tears in your eyes when you spotted the first post-it you had ever written to her glued to the bathroom mirror.

As you laid in bed, your eyes glued to the ceiling, afraid to move as if you could spook her, you thought of all the nights you had shared before. All the secrets that had been whispered long after the sun had gone down. Nights, when she had uttered her deepest fears with only the stars to bear witness.

You felt the mattress dip under her weight as she carefully eased herself down next to you. You felt the warmth emanating from her body, comforting you, calming you. She settled down and reached for your hand underneath the covers. “Do you remember?”, she whispered lowly.

She did not need to elaborate. You knew she was talking about the first night you had shared with her. Back in the day, when you had just gotten to know each other, when she had invited you to stay with her, when you had first seen all of her. You remembered clearly the way her eyes had sparkled, illuminated by the full moon shining through the open window, after you had made love and shared your dreams about the future.

“I missed you so much.”, you were sure she would be able to hear the strain in your voice, the tears you could not hold back as they travelled down your cheeks.

She turned around and scooted closer to you, her leg draped over yours as she embraced you gently. You let your arms encircle her waist, forming a cocoon which left no space between you and her.

Because that’s how it was supposed to be all along. You and her. Together at last and until you would take your last breath.

You let your nose roam over her face as you pulled her closer to you. She nuzzled her face in the small space between your shoulder and your jaw, deeply inhaling your scent, finally feeling like she was home again. “I missed you, too.”

The tears on her cheeks glistened in the moonlight, just like her eyes had on that very first night you shared.

[youryanderedaddy]

Imagine a yandere ghost who is cursed is trapped in the doll, so one day a family came to live in his house, but what the ghost did not expect is to fall in love with the couple's eldest daughter. Maybe this yandere ghost (doll) use the younger brother to get closer to his beloved...

I didn't really include the doll, but the overall idea is here ;)

Tw: nsfw, non - con, underage sex? (The reader is meant to be around 18, her brother is 16 - 17, but the ghost is 100+ so idk), (technically) incest, ghosts, possession, possessive/obsessive behavior, slight parental neglect ig

You knew it was a mistake moving into the old house up the hill. You tried arguing with your parents so many times about the mansion being hidden in the woods, so far away from any civilization, bringing up the fact it hadn't been bought for the last 8 years despite the insanely low price or the news about the previous owners dying in their sleep just like that, from "natural causes" even though they were an young energetic couple. But of course your worries had been discarded so easily since your younger siblings were ecstatic, constantly talking about finally living in a castle, which was obviously pushing it too far, but kids will be kids.

Your family was big, consisting of your mother, father, two younger sisters and a brother currently in his late teens. Your siblings managed to take all the nice bright rooms on the second floor so you were forced to sleep in the attic. At first it didn't seem so bad, yes, the place was dark and dusty, the space was limited, but it was a quiet spot and there were many interesting things left there to explore and discover.

The first week you discovered a huge box full of old books, medals, notebooks and different souvenirs from all over the world. The second week you found a few paintings covered by a thin disheveled cloak, most of them depicting a pretty young boy with golden locks and sad green eyes, dresses in an expensive silky clothing resembling what was nowadays considered an elegant suit. You didn't pay it much mind yet the miserable longing gaze of the kid haunted your dreams in the following days.

During the third week you noticed that things were going missing one by one. First it was your favorite lipstick, then your new dress, and suddenly your favorite items were gone just like that. On top of all, almost as if fate was tickling your paranoia, you could hear certain sounds at night that were too distorted be natural and too human to belong to an animal. There were sobs, loud and tormented, sometimes you could make up a few words in a language no one spoke anymore. You slept less and less each night, you could swear you felt someone's lingering touch on your shoulders, them gently stroking your hair and even pressing their cold unmoving lips on yours. This was usually the point when you opened your eyes and screamed in fear only to realize you were alone in the room. There was nobody there.

Still you decided to speak with your parents about the creepy events taking place in the attic. Much to your dismay they brushed your concerns off once again, laughing softly and calling you a scaredy - cat, going as far as to joke around about your "oh so creative" imagination getting the best of you just like it did in your childhood. But this time you insisted on holding your ground, almost begging them to take action and help you. At the end your mother decided to let you sleep in your brother's room for a while until you calm down, and as embarrassing it was to share a room with a hormonal teen, it was better than constantly being on the edge and losing sleep. Or so you thought.

The first night you slept in Steve's room nothing out of the ordinary happened and for the first time in weeks you actually managed to rest. The second night was blissfully peaceful as well and you quickly fell into a deep dreamless slumber.

The third night started well, just like the previous two. Your brother was tired from studying all day and went to bed early, giving you the freedom to relax a little bit before following his example. You could read a book or try to revise for your exam tomorrow, maybe even call your bestfriend and finally let her know all about your new classmates and just how boring life in the village was. But in that moment all these suggestion sounded annoying, nothing was interesting enough to hold your interest for more than a minute. Thinking about what to do next, you suddenly became aware that your body was tense and tired, but your mind was restless. After all you hadn't had time for self - care between the paranoia episodes and the fear, maybe it was finally time to do something nice and therapeutic for yourself.

You snatched a quick look at Steve and he was sleeping soundly, snoring from time to time, his usually angry face now calm and childlike. Making sure there was no one in the room awake, you finally slipped a hand down your pajama bottom until you felt the soft fabric of your panties. You closed your eyes and run a finger up and down your clothed sex, following the line of your slit. Your pussy throbbed at the sudden contact, the lack of pleasure in the last few weeks making it sensitive to the touch. You pushed your underwear lower so it hanged around your legs, and shoved one finger into your warm hole, enjoy the way your walls clenched around the digit. You flicked your clit gently, feeling it swell from the arousal, rubbing slow circles and pressing on your sweet spot every once in a while.

Your free hand went to your breasts, bare under the comfy oversized shirt, and awoke the cherry nipples with subtle pinches causing them to harden. You couldn't help but moan quietly as you decreased the pace of which you teased your hole and added a second finger in your pussy, fucking yourself on it. You were so focused on chasing your pleasure you didn't even notice the hand on your thigh pulling your own away from your excited throbbing core and replacing it with a big hard cock. Only once its head reached your tight entrance and pressed on it did your mind register the atrocious size difference. Your words stilled in your throat, the sudden panic rising in your chest, making your vision blurry and your cheeks rosy pink. You finally opened your eyes, your heart racing at the image of your younger brother towering above you with his member so close to entering your heat.

"Steve, what are you doing?" You whispered as you tried to squirm away from the boy, but he was quicker in pinning your wrists above your head in a deadlock. When did the male become so strong? Just yesterday he would ask you to open up his water bottle and help him with his math homework and now he was doing this...

"My name is Henry, my love." The voice was different from your brother's, lower and huskier, gentler in a way. You narrowed your eyes and observed the teenager's face, gasping as you noticed that his eyes had changed from black to green, yet all his other features had stayed stayed the same. You wanted to ask so many questions - who is Henry, why were your sibling's eyes and voice different from before - but you were quickly shut by one stern gaze. "I used to live here 80 years ago." The stranger started off with an unexpectedly soft tone as his grip on your wrists loosened. "I'm a ghost. I possessed your brother." He confessed calmly while you watched his pink lips part slightly with each breath as if you were in a trance before you found the strength to break your silence.

"Why are doing this to me? Why did you take my brother's body?" You questioned him manically, feeling like a confused little lamb sent to the slaughter, trembling and stuttering in front of a knife. Henry simply chuckled at your adorable dumbfounded expression and lowered his torso until his face was mere inches away from yours and you could feel his ice - cold breath on your warm red cheek. "Because I love you, darling." The ghost replied with a confident smirk that looked so weird and unnatural on the younger boy's face you almost gagged. Before you had the chance to say anything, he continued. "I've been wanting you for a while now, little girl. And with this body I can finally have you all to myself." You opened your mouth in a protest but your screams were easily muffled by a harsh kiss and a wet tongue down your throat. Next thing you knew the man had pushed your brother's manhood into your wet sloppy cunt in one sharp thurst and in your despair you had yelled for help once again, the ghost taking your whimpers greedily and shushing them away. Struggling was pointless.

In the next hour you were reduced to a sweaty whimpering mess of pain and arousal, fear and pleasure. The ghost was fucking you in a fast brutal pace while his free hand was playing with your clit, bringing you so damn close but never enough to send you over the edge. You were crying and your whole body was aching, your tits red from the rough manhandlind, your lips bruised and swollen from the rough kisses and bites. There were purple hickeys adorning your neck, belly and thighs and you went quiet in embarrassment every time you wondered how you would be able to hide them the next day.

"Please, whoever you are, let me come, I'm begging you." You pleaded desperately as you arched your back to meet the next couple of deep thrusts. Your cheeks were wet with tears and you could even taste the bitter salty flavor in your mouth mixed with your own drool and saliva. Upon hearing your meek pleas the man mercifully started hitting your cervix with each shove until his moves became sharp and quick, targeting your g-spot. You were so close you could feel your abdomen clench and tighten from the tingling sensitations. "Please..." You uttered weakly again, making doe eyes at your brother.

"Say you love me. Tie your soul to mine forever and I'll give you exactly what you want, beloved." Henry basically growled in your ear as he groped your breasts, squizing lightly the soft flesh. Your mind was so hazy and clouded you weren't sure how to respond so you just repeated the words easiest to grasp. "Love... you... forever, ngggh..." You muttered under your breath before moaning wantonly when the forceful thrusts finally sent you over the edge and your pussy clamped down in a big, satisfying orgasm. Your bliss was short - lived because soon the ghost was pounding into you again and again, keeping you too tired to move, struggle or even speak properly besides whimpering every once in a while. The rest of the night was a blur but eventually you fell asleep from the exhausting and the pleasure.

You woke up sore, your eyes red and puffy, your muscles tense and unnatentive. You rushed to look at your brother, but the teenager was sleeping just as peacefully as he did eight hours ago. One side of you was more than glad to know everything that had happened was simply a bad, terrible dream, while the other one still felt extremely uncomfortable and uneasy. You couldn't bear staying in the room any longer so you got dressed and went into the hall. Everyone else was still asleep and you felt as restless as if you hadn't caught a blink at all. You finally gave in to your paranoia and climbed the stars leading to the third floor.

You knelt on the ground where you had found the beautiful paintings. Those green eyes from your dream seemed way too familiar for it to be a coincidence. When you finally got a hold of your favorite piece, the one with the sad young boy, you had to cover your mouth to suppress the shock. There wasn't an aristocrat with golden locks on the picture anymore.

Now the one trapped in the painting was none other than you own brother, Steve. Instead of misery and pain in mysterious blue eyes, there was only terror in his tormented black ones. You screamed for the last time before you dropped the picture on the ground and ran away from the attic, the tears streaming down your face, but unfortunately, there was no escape from the restless dead souls.

[sibsteria]

hallelujah [jack kline]

prompts: ''please, don't stop'', ''I love it when you kiss my neck'', ''you want to have sex with me?''

summary: first time with jack

characters: Jack Kline, (mentioned) Dean Winchester, (mentioned) Sam Winchester, (mentioned) Castiel

warning: smut, fluff, first time awkwardness, tooth rotting reassurance fluff, literal filth

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The atmosphere was light and solacing, the subtle tenderness of his fingers soothed my restless arms, as they danced across my skin with such delicacy. His hands left tingles, igniting a fire that spread across me, shivers took their toll up and down my body.

I looked up to his angelic face, to be greeted with a toothy grin, as his eyes settled on my relaxed frame. If my heart did stutter as much as it did metaphorically, I'd be six feet under from the day I met him. I lay cradled between his legs, my head against his chest, as my body was positioned on it's side. Feeling the soft inhales and exhales coming from the soft boy below me had lulled me into such a confined sense of security, his warmth enveloping me as I revelled.

The remainder of TFW had business elsewhere, so this left me and my chosen soulmate in the confines of the Men of Letters abode. If soulmates were a thing, Jack and I could be labelled as a prime example. I mindlessly fiddled with the folds of his jacket as we found comfort on the sofa, his hand that was currently grazing my arm had moved up to repeat a stroking movement in my hair. I hummed as the sensation of him running his fingers through my hair was a well-found favourite feeling of mine.

Each time he accidentally tangled his fingers within strands of my hair, creating a soft tug, would create a fiery pit in my stomach.

''Y/n...I need to-'' He paused for a moment, ''-ask you something?'' he had ended his sentence as if it were a question to himself as well, unsure of his words. His words were communicated in a shaky manner and he was biting his lip, he only did that when he was nervous.

I sat myself up and he followed suit, I sensed the seriousness of the situation and reached forward to clasp his hands in mine.

''Are you okay? Is something wrong?'' I let my tone remain calm yet my head was spinning with questions.

''N-No, nothing's wrong, I just-'' He swallows hard, his eyes can't seem to reach mine, so I cup his cheek which is red and warm.

''Whatever it is, you know you can say anything to me, I'm the last person to ever hurt you.'' I turned his jaw, carefully and lightly, so his eyes were looking into mine.

''I was, uh...speaking to Dean last week and he was teaching me about...pornography?'' I almost choked on my own spit, my eyes widened a small amount.

''What did he say? I swear to Chuck if he said anything ba-''

''He said that, everything that went in in those...videos, were fake and that you should only repeat what they were doing with someone you love.'' My heart softened for the elder Winchester, who knew under that tough exterior that he knew the right things after all.

''Did he tell you what it was they were doing?'' I tilted my head as he continued to recite his conversation.

''I had read and learned about intercourse before but, saw no need for the knowledge. Until now.'' I dropped my jaw, no way, he doesn't mean- ''I would like to try it with you.'' He smiles wide and it makes my heart drum like a Metallica canticle.

''You want to have sex with me?'' I couldn't hide the awe and blush of the features of my face that betrayed me. ''Are you sure? No one is pushing you to do this, are they?'' I search his eyes for any uncertainty but find no evidence.

''I'm sure, because I love you, no one has told me to do anything. I really love you.'' The sincerity and sureness in his voice- I could pass out, if people's hearts can shrink from hate then my heart was exploding from love and affection.

''I love you too, Jack, when do you want to-'' I couldn't find the words I was searching for, but he took the hint.

''I-I would like to try now? If that's okay, I don't want to make you do something you don't want to.'' His eyebrows pursed in genuine concern, how could anyone ever say no to him?

''Of course, I would do anything for you- with you, Jack. I'd give my life for you, if the situation desired it.'' I could see the tears glaze over his cerulean stars that guarded his gaze.

''I could never ask you for that, I'd never let you do that.'' He pulled me into his strong cherish, his arms embracing me in a lax yet wistful capture. My heart was crying out to him, craving his everything, beseeching him as a whole. But not in a sexual way, in an amorous pining way.

''I love you more than I have anything, more than I will love anything.'' I voiced, looking into his azure allure as he beamed down at me.

''I love you.'' That was all he needed to declare before I pushed forward, seizing his ductile lips with mine, moving with a fervour that could shake the building. His delighted trill that vibrated against my mouth was a sound worth the world, every nerve in my chassis felt electric, with the passionate epicentre in the deep of my stomach. What were once innocent butterflies, felt like raging hawks in the depths of this tension.

His docile nature is an adverse contrast to the cruelty of most men I have met, the sensation of his padded fingers drifting across my skin as if they belonged there, was dynamizing.

I decided that I would take direction, seeing as I have prior experience. As our lips remained deep into a passionate lock, which could taunt the most enlightened of couples.

I lightly shifted him on to his back, moving his to lie onto the sofa, as I sat in the space in front of himself. I broke our connection to press small and sighted kisses the the outline of his jaw, he breathes out what I guess he was holding, with a small profound noise. I moved my kisses across his jaw until I reach the corner.

''Are we going to?- Y'know-'' I could pin-point his struggle so I decided to answer for him.

''Yeah, are you sure you want this? None of this matters to me as long as I have you.'' I felt his reaction before I heard it.

''Oh-I'm sure, if this is any part of it, I can't wait.'' What did I do to deserve this jewel of a soul.

I lifted my leg to straddle over his lap, almost as if instinct, his hands found the safety of my hips. I felt my eyes becoming heavy with lustful dilation as I inclined my head down to re-animate my lips with his in another searing kiss. We had kissed before, a lot, but nothing could compare to right now.

I seated myself down more, pressing myself against his lap, lighter than air. I didn't want to push him right of the bat.

His careful touch trailed up the side of my back, whilst one hand remained where it lay. His lips moved so fast, it was hard to keep up, I changed my approach. I continued down the road of gentle jaw pecks and moved down towards his neck, which was high in temperature. I added the aspect of pulling his skin through my lips and teeth with pleasurable suction, creating a small purple mark on neck which disappeared a few moments after. This was the first time he let out a fully fledged moan and his hips involuntarily bucked up to press against me. My breath hitched and through impulse I ground down on him harder.

''I love it when you kiss my neck, gah-'' He let out another strangled moan as I returned my focus to his neck, his crotch pushed up once again and connected against mine.

''Oh- can you do that again?'' His voice was hardly there as I felt him getting hard.

I listened to his plea and grinded myself down onto him, this time, I didn't stop. His hand gripped my hip, but he had trouble holding on.

''Here- this might be easier to hold on to.'' I guided his hands down towards the skin below my ass, which connected to my thigh. He grappled onto it and I sucked in air between my teeth, biting on my tongue, although it wasn't pain.

''Sorry! Did I hurt you?'' His frantic apology reminded my that I was the first person teaching him how to copulate.

''N-No, felt good, you can do that as much as you like.'' I edged him on, he nodded and gripped me again, this time moving onto my ass and I lurched my front forward. Burying my head into his neck, I whimpered.

''How did you know to-'' I couldn't answer as he spoke before I could finished,

''I guessed, was that right?'' He had a hopeful look in his eyes which almost made me cry out.

''So, so right. You're doing everything right.'' I moaned against his ear, taking in his ear lobe, nipping at it. His other hand which rested on my back had moved down to cup the other side of my ass, mirroring the other. He pushed my hips down to meet his, impatiently, he really couldn't wait. I can tell already he has an extreme praise kink. I slid my hips across, driving against his cock. He bucks again, fast and sure.

Today was a good day to wear a skirt.

His length was solid and craving release, his lips found my neck, as mine had once found his. He copied what I had done, nipping and sucking at the skin, but this time it would mark. I whined out in frustration.

His hips coiled up faster, stuttering as he came, unexpectedly. Holy motherfucking shit. He called out my name in shattered cries, clasping at any part of me he could. His eyes were screwed as he experienced sexual fulfilment. shut He stopped for a moment after he peaked, I kissed his forehead and his nose as he smiled up at me in awe.

''Was-Was that?'' He searched for the words but couldn't find them.

''You had an orgasm, and I'm guessing your first. I'm also guessing you liked it.'' I heaved an amused exhale, he had no idea how hot he was in this second, he sat up to take his jacket off as I rested on his lap still.

''Did it feel like that for you?'' I could see the wishing in his sky shaded eyes.

''Not yet, but this is about you, we don't need to carry on-'' I stopped my sentence as I felt him grow once again beneath me.

''No refractory interval, huh.'' I whispered to myself in shock.

''In-In the video, the people didn't have clothes on, is that normal. And I didn't put my-'' I stopped him before I could blush any further.

''Uh yeah it's normal don't worry! You just had an orgasm from grinding your- self against me. We haven't had sex yet.'' I brushed the hair from his forehead, which stuck to him because of the cold sweat lacing his skin.

''Can-Can we? Now?'' His hot, pink, cheeks blaring against the sunlight, beautiful as he begged. I couldn't refuse him. His breathing was normal and fluid now, seemingly recovered completely.

''If you really can't wait any longer.'' I cupped his face, kissing him once again, rolling my hips down onto his. He was impossibly hard. I moaned again, slipping my hands under his shirt brushing against his untouched body.

He still remained sat up as I pulled of his shirt, his chest had a small redness across it from the heat, fucking beautiful.

I reached down to grab the hems of my shirt when his hand stopped me.

''Can I?'' Jack's curious eyes bounced between mine and my shirt.

''Go ahead.'' I shuffle back from his lap, still straddling him. His fingers find the end of my shirt and slowly pull it up, revealing my good bra thank the lord- actually no, let's not thank him.

''If it's okay with you, I'll take care of this part, it can be tricky.'' I motion to my black, lacy garment and he mumbles an 'okay'.

I reach behind myself, taking a breath before I unclasp the back, pulling off the straps and letting it fall to the floor. I go to cover myself but Jack restricts me, his head moves in confusion.

''Don't do that, I want to see you.'' His declare makes my head reel.

''I'm sorry that I can't be more than this for you.'' I remove my arms from my chest as he holds my hands.

''Why would you want to be? This is you, and as I once head Dean say-'' I inwardly cringe at his name being used in this situation. ''I think the word breath-taking describes you.'' His still-sitting form moved forward so his head can near towards me, his eyes watch me closely before leaning down. He presses soft and sweet kisses to each bust of my chest, I groan out in pleasure, but not physically. The emotional heaviness of the moment is what makes me cry out, how could one person love another so immensely.

''I love you. And that means all of you.'' I shut my eyes in impassioned heaven.

''I love you too.'' I kissed him before I left the warmth of his lip, he whined before I could speak.

''We need to take the rest of our...clothes off.'' I bit my lip and looked off to the side in blushing attraction.

''O-Oh!'' He seems to excite at this and eagerly unbuttons his jeans, unzipping before ultimately dropping them completely. ''Should I take my underwear off also?'' He questions me. His briefs are soaked from his previous settlement and I long to wonder what it would feel like to have him in my mouth, that would have to wait.

''If you'd allow me-'' I step towards him, slowly reaching for his clothed crotch, he nods in affirmation. I hook my fingers around the sides of his briefs, kissing his shoulder and chest as I start to pull them off. He kicks them from himself once they reach a certain point and points towards my skirt.

''Can I take it off?'' I nod and smile at him.

''You can do anything you want, anything.'' I say, a sincere and truthful confession.

He kneels below me, looking up with an innocent yet ruined look in his eyes. Pressing small kisses to my stomach and thighs as he pulls down my skirt along with my underwear in one swift action. I didn't feel a need to be nervous with him anymore, letting my body do the talking instead of words I led him back towards the couch, which up until this point remained un-christened. That was about to change.

''In the video, the man puts his mouth on her...lower area.'' He whispers in thought as he sat on the couch.

''That's not important right now, we can explore that later. Right now, I just want you to feel the peak of physical affection.'' He gives me one of his toothy smiles again and I can't help but stare at him with adoration in my eyes before we resume the position we were previously in.

I straddled him with no effort and took his impressive length in my hand. He gripped the couch and moaned lowly as I worked him up and down a few times, spreading the leaking pre-cum.

''You ready?'' I lean down, kissing his nose, fondly.

''Yes, really ready.'' He breathes out, I prod my entrance with the tip of him, sliding it in slightly.

He let out fast paced breathy groans as I slid down onto his firm cock. I'm in no way a virgin, but it's been a while.

He moves his hands my my waist, his nails dig into me, I moan.

''I'm not hurti-'' I answer him before he could finish.

''Definitely not hurting me.'' I sigh in pleasure, down his ear as I hunch over.

''I'm gonna move now.'' I mumble, he doesn't know what's coming to him.

I lift up my hips until I reach the tip of his cock before lightly slamming back down, his hands slide down to clutch the skin on the side of my thighs.

''Do-Do that again.'' He groans.

''I'll do more than that.'' There was no need to hold back, I slid myself up again and repeated the motion, setting a steady momentum. His hips snapped up to meet mine as I bounced with no shame.

''Oh, please, don't stop.'' He rushed out, trying to set a faster pace as he snaps up with impatience.

''Jack, you wanna- try being in- control?'' I attempt to communicate through breathy laments.

''Yes, please.'' I stop sinking my hips for a moment whilst I slowly try to transfer my body weight to beneath him. He gets the gist and helps to flip us over, carefully.

''Don't hold back, you don't need to be gentle.'' I brush a hand through his hair so it's out of his face before an unexpected thrust knocks the air out of me. He doesn't waste time, pushing himself to the brink of speed, I struggle to find somewhere to anchor my hands and I settle for one against his shoulder blade and the other in his hair.

With the relentless pounding and merciless fucking of his hips, I felt blissful thrill that I had never felt before, I couldn't help the tug of his hair that pulls between my fingers. He wails out, I panic and try to apologise.

''Sorry, fuck! Did that hur-'' He snaps into me with more meaning than ever, it's ruthless and hot.

''Do it again.'' He begs into my ear, his voice wavering. I do as he says and pull against his hair, he whines, biting down into my neck.

''Fuck, Jack!'' I cry as his pelvic bone creates intoxicating friction against my swollen clit, he's balls deep and no where near stopping.

''Are you sure you haven't done this before?'' I grip at the skin on his shoulder blade and he grouses in pleasure.

''Never, you're the only person I'd ever do this with, I love you.'' He grunts our as his cock remains a punishing and brutal pace. The sound of his voice saying 'I love you' in such an intimate moment makes me orgasm on the spot, I came hard and with a recoil I stutter my hips to try and match his, failing at the objective. I moan out his name as I grip onto his hair, the hardest I have.

''Jack!'' He pounds impossibly faster as my walls clench around him, begging him to let go, and he does. With a chorus of strangled moans, and stammered whines, he came. He gives a few more ruts before collapsing his head against my chest, leaving kisses up my neck.

I feel my body give up, refusing to move, refusing to breathe.

''O-oh, wo-wow. Woah.'' Jack grins with astonishment.

''I know, Jack. That was- especially with you- and-'' I give up on words.

''I want to do that all the time.'' He let out a throaty laugh, but I knew he was completely serious.

''We can, maybe not all the time but- when it doesn't inconvenience the others.'' It rings in my head for a moment before I realise.

''Shit! The guys will be back soon, grab your clothes.'' I usher him to hurry up and I grab mine as well, stammering along to my room with whatever working muscles I had left. As soon as I shut my door, I felt the front one open. Close call.

I breathe out in relief.

''What the fuck?'' I hear from outside.

''Uh, Y/n?'' I looked towards a blushing Jack. ''I forgot to pick something up.'' He drops his clothing and I realise we are missing his briefs. Oh, fuck.

''What the fuck is this?'' Ah yes, that would be your adopted sons cum-stained underwear, Dean.

[artsymeeshee]

Since some wanted a tutorial on how I draw the characters, and I needed to make an updated version anyway, I give you:

Stan and Ford

When drawing anything, it’s all about breaking things down in simpler shapes and slowly make it more detailed. For the boys I basically draw them in a bulky, box shape. For their head, I make a circle and rectangle since that’s what their head shape is. And then I go about doing their body. My way of making a reference or guideline can be a bit weird for some but it works for me so I stick with it. Then again, this is a guideline so it’s only to give a general idea on where things go.

Sometimes I like to add a bit more detail on my reference layer like their hair, eyes, their clothes, things like that.

Now on to sketching. If you’re drawing digitally, make a new layer and put the layer you used as the reference or guideline opacity down. I usually set mine around 15%. It lets you know which layer is which so you don’t draw on the wrong layer. If you’re doing traditional, draw very lightly so when you go to erase the guidelines, they won’t show up as much when you draw all the features. I always start by drawing the face (mainly the eyes and nose first) and then make my way down.

Some boyos! As you can tell, the sketch doesn’t fill in exactly where the guidelines are but that’s perfectly okay. Like I said, guidelines are to give a general idea where things are. I do want to stream one day and maybe make speed paints to show a more thorough process but here we are with the sketch. I make my sketches pretty clean but that’s how I do it and because my brain won’t have it any other way -w-’ Now we line art and color. Just like with the sketch, we make a new layer for the line art and lower the opacity of the sketch. Most of the time I’ll choose a really dark brown for my line art instead of black.

Some beautiful colored boys! I take some screenshots of the show and make a palette of the characters with their color scheme. Now for a little more flair to add on. With shading, I tend to use pink, purple, or blue hues, sort of close to the grey area.

My art program allows me to make a clipping layer so I make a new layer and put it on top of my color layer, change the layer to multiply, and bring the opacity to 70%. 70% is usually my go-to or between 60-70%

To bring in a bit more color, I’ll make a new layer and usually name it “ol” for overlay and put it above all my layers. I then choose a red and fill the whole canvas with red. And then I change the mode of my layer to Soft Light and lower the opacity to about 50% so it makes the colors look more warm.

Now to make a more softer look, I duplicate the line art layer, hide the bottom one, select the line art you duplicated and then go to “gaussian blur.” I blur it between 2-3, depending on how much I want it blurred, for this case 2 and then hit ok. I then unhide the other line art layer and play around the opacity of the one we just blurred, I did 45%. I kept the mode on normal but sometimes I’ll use “Burn” for the mode but normal fit better for this. Play around with modes to see what looks better to you. It’s a bit subtle but you can see a sort of softer, kind of glow-like sense about it now and the lines don’t look as harsh.

And that’s my usual method when it comes to coloring, shading and drawing the boys. Play around with layer modes because they’re fun and can really bring a piece together. Now we move on to the kiddos.

Mabel and Dipper

Same concept as the Stans, break down things into simpler shapes. For the kids, I make their head shape a circle since they’re a bit more rounder and not so square like the boys. I’ll show with just shapes and basic body outline and another with little features.

Sketching is still the same. I always start with eyes, nose and continue the rest.

Like I mentioned earlier, it’s perfectly okay if the sketch doesn’t line up with the guidelines.

Some colored niblings!

And there we have it! I hope this tutorial was helpful. ;w; Like I said, it’s all about breaking it down into shapes and adding on details.