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youlightmeupriorson · 1 year ago

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Dessert Plans | Jason Todd 18+

↪ Masterlist (Jason) | Masterlist (Dick)

pairing: Jason Todd x female!Reader

The scent of rosemary and garlic fills the space of your apartment, causing your mouth to water and your stomach to grumble. A long day spent confined to a classroom teaching a bunch of tired and grumpy 7th graders had you summoning for the bell to ring and for the day to be over. Luckily, it was also Friday, so you had a long weekend ahead.

But back to that delicious scent. Your mouth continues to water as you slip out of your shoes and put your bag down by the door. The sound of singing echoes from your kitchen. A grin plasters your face as the speaker plays Anti-Hero.

Jason, at first, would never admit that songs belonging to a world-renowned popstar would escape his lips but you caught him red-handed one too many times until he realized that he couldn’t hide it from you.

“Jay?” you call out to your boyfriend. His back turned to you, you make out the outline of pure muscle that strains beneath his gray t-shirt. It clings to him and cuffs around his biceps. You groan softly at the sight of him. Jason Todd is gorgeous. Undoubtedly, you scored quite literally the jackpot of men with his generosity, need to protect, and dangerously good looks.

His head turns swiftly, the last string of the chorus leaving his lips.

“Baby,” Jason chuckles, spatula in hand. He glances between you and whatever is on the stovetop behind him. He quickly cuts the heat down to a low simmer before making his way over to you. Strong arms engulf you, the smell of leather and smoke crowding your senses in what can only be described as euphoric.

You lazily tangle your arms around his waist and smother your face against his chest where you lightly kiss the patch of skin that peeks through the V of his t-shirt.

“How was your day?” Jason asks, kissing the top of your head. He stands much taller than you, practically swallowing you. Dick loved to joke about your drastic height difference, poking fun by asking, “Hey? Where is she? I don’t see her.” when you’re standing behind Jason.

“Exhausting,” you chuckle in response. “We had an exam review today. I’ve got high hopes they’ll all pass but you know how it goes.”

Jason smiled and took your hand, leading you to the barstool that sits in front of the counter. “Go on, take a seat. I’ll pour you a glass of wine.”

“Sounds lovely, Jay. What are you making? Smells amazing.” you breathe a sigh of relief when the ache in your feet subsides the moment you take a seat. Jason grabs a wine glass from the top shelf with perfect ease and confiscates the bottle of wine from the fridge. He pours you a glass and sets it in front of you before returning to his work at the stove.

“Your favorite. Garlic potatoes and rosemary chicken.”

Groaning with excitement, Jason laughs.

“No patrol tonight?” You question, sipping the wine. There are many nights when you come home and Jason is getting ready to join Dick and Tim. The early hours of the morning are when you’d feel the bed dip and strong arms wrap around you, bringing you to his chest, your neck smothered with his hot mouth and his large limbs tangling with yours. But nights like this– they were few and far between. But Jason valued romance and wanted nothing more than to keep it alive. He wanted to make up for the moments he missed. It took him so long to find someone worth it, someone to relieve him of his stress, to remind him that he didn’t have to carry his burdens alone on his back.

A new side of Jason was born when you two came together. A light came on within him and it shone brightly. He was quite the comedian, oftentimes using his death as a means to humor his brothers and Bruce. There have been countless times Jason reminded Bruce and his brothers at the dinner table at Wayne Manor that he had the up on them because he had seen death. Cue the jabbing of your elbow into his side and him bursting out laughing.

“Nope. I’m all yours.” Jason smiled widely at you. “Told the boys I had a hot date.”

Scoffing, you roll your eyes. “A hot date–really?”

“Mmhm. The hottest woman in all of Gotham City… Told them I was hoping she could put me in detention tonight…”

Your eyes widen as Jason saunters back over and takes a sip from your wine, his nose scrunching up. “Shit. That’s horrible.”

You snatch the stem out of his hand and push him back with your foot.“Stick to the hard stuff, Todd. Leave my poison alone. And detention? Since when did you like role-playing?”

Jason smirks with a sparkle in those green eyes that promises to be your downfall. With two large hands, he reaches out and skims them under the hem of your skirt. Calloused fingertips ignite fires along the skin of your thighs as Jason reaches as far as the fabric will allow him. He digs into the supple flesh and grunts, shaking his head.

“There’s always room to try something new, baby. You know that.” he leans forward and captures your lips for a kiss. You hum and set the wineglass down so you can give your all into the kiss. His tongue glides with yours. You lay one hand over the back of his neck while the other cups his cheek. Jason hums deliciously, the vibrations sending shockwaves into your lower belly until the floodgates threaten to open.

“Let’s get through dinner, yeah? Then you’re all mine.” Jason pulls away, leaving you breathless.

“What’d you have in mind?” You can’t help but ask, eyelashes fluttering at the dizziness overcoming you.

Jason does that thing you love so much that he slowly undresses you with his eyes. He starts at your face before trailing down your blouse and eyeing your chest before he travels his gaze down the journey of your stomach until his mind is locked on the image of you naked and ready for him, a sight that fits the term glorious.

“I’m going to clean up this kitchen and while I do so, you’re going to put on that little red lace set you know drives me crazy… I want you relaxed and feeling sexy because, after that, you’re due back in this kitchen for dessert.”

Your eyes widen as you sink your teeth into your lip. “What kind of dessert?”

Jason tucks a strand of hair behind your ear and nips your bottom lip quickly.

“The one between your thighs, baby. My favorite. I’m going to spread you so wide on this table and eat you until you’re begging for me to stop. Until you’re so spent that the only name you’re able to moan is mine… Until my need is satiated. Want you to come so hard on my tongue that every night I’m out on patrol this week, I’ll remember your taste… That’s the dessert I’ve got planned for you.” He winks before kissing you quickly on the cheek and returning to the stove.

“Jason,” You gasp, your core throbbing at his imagery.

“Hope you’re hungry.” Jason shoots you another wicked smile before grabbing plates and fixing dinner.

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aventurineswife · 1 month ago

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In HSR I feel like most of characters would be very interested in Outlander reader, be it for the thrill (Sampo, Sparkle, Kafka, Aventurine), potential benefits (Jade, Topaz, basically IPC-) or simple curiosity (some of geniuses from genius society, Black Swan)

I mean, a person that came out from aeons know where and has foreign powers? Well, count them in its going to be a good game/money maker/experiment/etc. They would try to manipulate them by either using their words, plans or abilities, but reader won't have it.

But there is some who is going to watch over them so they won't try anything funny like Xianzhou

(Note: Reader is questioning their aeon, Lan, like, does he actually wants to just hunt Yaoshi for the sake of hunt or kill them? Even if Lan does succeed, who they would hunt next?)

I also feel like Ratio (idk to which category to put him) does respects them, they help others, but know when to leave them be to grow and learn themselves

Oh, absolutely. An Outlander Reader with unknown origins and foreign powers would be like a jackpot of interest for many factions and characters in HSR. The way you broke it down into three parts makes a lot of sense.

These are the schemers, the tricksters, the ones who see entertainment, challenge, or personal gain in playing around with Reader.

Sampo would definitely see Reader as an exotic new "business opportunity," either as a partner in crime or a high-value asset he can manipulate (only to be outplayed).

Sparkle sees them as an enigma worth unraveling—an unwritten play that she can twist into an exciting narrative.

Kafka has the Aeon-level mind games going on, and while she may test them, she might also recognize that Reader is just as hard to corner as she is.

Aventurine—Oh, he would love this. A foreign wildcard? The perfect gamble. He’d enjoy testing Reader’s resolve, seeing how far he can push them before they push back.

An Outlander is an economic and strategic unknown—so naturally, IPC wants their hands on them. Whether it's their knowledge, abilities, or just the concept of their existence, IPC would either want to control it or monetize it.

Jade would be the one trying to "assess their value" in the grand scheme of things.

Topaz (and Numby) would likely watch their movements, seeing if they pose any financial or political threat—or, alternatively, if they can be used to IPC’s advantage.

Herta or Screwllum might see a walking puzzle and want to break them down (metaphorically, or maybe literally in Herta’s case).

Black Swan would view them as an anomaly in fate, something that shouldn’t exist in her knowledge of history’s cycles, making them fascinating to study.

The Cloud Knights and Ten-Lords Commission wouldn’t just let a powerful foreign entity roam free, especially with Yaoshi’s influence still being a threat.

Ratio is an interesting case. He respects the Reader because he sees that they help others but also allow them to grow through hardship. Unlike the IPC opportunists or thrill-seekers, he sees value in the way Reader operates and might even debate with them about their philosophy.

One of the best things you brought up is Reader questioning Lan.

If Lan succeeds in taking down Yaoshi, who is the next target? Does the act of hunting ever end, or does the Hunt itself become an eternal cycle of elimination?

That question alone could put Reader in direct philosophical opposition with Lan—especially if they realize that the Hunt itself can become just as dangerous as the enemies it seeks to eliminate. If Lan isn’t careful, it could just become a weapon of destruction with no end goal beyond "eliminate threats."

This sets up an incredible tug-of-war between factions, ideologies, and individuals—where Reader is constantly tested and watched by those who want to control, challenge, or understand them. But in the end, they refuse to be swayed, manipulated, or used.

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di-writes-stuff · 2 years ago

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Cowboy Like Me

Arthur Morgan x fem!Reader

Chapter 1

TW: Mentions of bl00d and canon typical weapons. Literally nothing else.

A/N: Okay, I’ve had this idea swirling around for a while, so this should be fun. Buckle up, hoes.

Never had there been a town so poorly named as Valentine. It was far too romantic, far too sweet for the drunk addled pigsty that lay before Arthur Morgan.

He’d never liked going into towns. The judgmental passersby. The beggars. The hookers. The adulterous fools stumbling drunkenly out of saloons with them. Not to mention the sheriffs and bounty hunters lurking in the shadows. The ones that always seem to be searching for a face on a poster that looks an awful lot like him.

His feet sink a good inch or two into the mud that makes up the ground in Valentine as he makes his way to the general store. If he had enough money to buy nice boots, he would have been annoyed at the way the grime sticks to them. But, it’s just another addition to the layers of dirt, grass, and blood that adorn the leather.

Clouds cover the sky, leaving the whole town darkened, only adding to the unfortunate scenery before him as he walks up the wooden excuse of a sidewalk to the store. He’s not here to buy anything, of course. No, he’s here to find something.

A target.

A good hit. It’s what Dutch has been talking about for months now. Just one good hit. That’s all they need. A jackpot in the world of thieves and liars. And of course, in a town like this, lips are loosened by easy trust. A foolish belief that nobody around them could possibly be listening. Watching. Waiting.

Except, that’s exactly what he plans to do. Sit on a bench with a hat over his eyes and wait. Wait to hear about some rich uncle not to far away, or a train from down South full of land owners ripe for robbing.

It’s not his favorite way to spend his days, far from it. Arthur’s only hope is that the payoff from whatever he finds will make up for it. As he steps up the first stair to the patio of the general store, a small can rolls past his feet. He bends down to grab it quickly, standing back up straight and seeing you.

And because as much as he might look in the mirror and see an animal, he is still a man, he notices. Admires the fact that you’re the prettiest thing he’s seen in a long time.

And because he is not only a man, but a man easily charmed by your pretty smile and bright eyes, the faintest blush rises on his cheeks as you bid your thanks in a soft voice.

“‘Course, ma’am.” He manages to keep his voice steady for those two words as you take back the can.

And because you are a woman, you look, and you admire. Admire his cerulean eyes, and the small smile that plays on his chapped lips as he looks down at you.

Before he knows it you’re walking away, leaving his eyes to trail after your figure before remembering the task at hand. He quickly clears his throat, embarrassed for no real reason. Maybe just because he acted like a person instead of the threat Dutch has so carefully carved him to be.

It doesn’t take very long for the image of the pretty girl with the plaid dress to leave his mind when he hears a couple of women discussing exactly what he’d been looking for.

A rich man named Mr. Mallory that just moved in not to far away, buying up a house that’d been vacant for years since nobody could afford the enormous property. But, the land was profitable, and the house was large. Perfect for a single man eager to flaunt his wealth.

And the perfect target for Arthur. He’d never felt particularly bad about robbing the rich. They’ve got plenty to share, and most don’t come about their money in the kindest of ways. Especially not men from out east, which is exactly what this one sounds like.

He holds back a judgmental scoff as he hears one of the women detailing the directions to the house, as the other plans on welcoming him to the community. And if Arthur knows people, which he does, her visit is probably in hopes of marrying him. Not for love, of course. For money, more of it than somebody will ever need or use. And for status. The two desires Arthur hates most.

What a fool. He thinks to himself as he adjusts on the bench, sunlight finally peaking out from behind the clouds.

Except he’s become a fool too, of his own kind. Because the thing Arthur doesn’t notice is the other person lingering nearby. Listening. Watching. Waiting. He doesn’t notice the way her ears perk up at the sound of a good payoff. Of a guiltless robbery.

He doesn’t notice you.

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Normally you would have stayed in the town for longer, soaked up the sunshine of the unusually warm spring you’re having. But today is not just any day. Today, you have work.

The windows of your small house are flung open to allow in the crisp air as you lay the food you bought onto the table hurriedly. You only notice the can that rolled onto the floor when it occurs to you that it was the same one as earlier. The one the man with the pretty eyes had picked up for you.

The coincidence is disregarded quickly as you pick it up, tossing it back onto the table before hurrying to your room. It’s getting late, and you need time to plan before you head out. You’d already ridden out to the house, and a rough sketch of the layout sits in your notebook.

Unlike Arthur, the man you don’t yet know, you were listening to the women long before any rich man was mentioned. The accents they spoke with caught your attention, clearly some kind of eastern. Their voices came with a certain coldness that you’ve yet to find out west.

Either way, that coupled with the quality of the clothes that adorned their bodies told you they were wealthy. And you were right.

You always are.

And if you’re assuming correctly, which you almost always do, the man they spoke of is also from out east. Meaning Mr. Mallory doesn’t yet know to lock his doors and keep a rifle beside his bed. Even if he did, the rich bastard probably wouldn’t know how to use the thing.

But you, you do. And if he happens to wake up while you work, he’ll learn that soon enough. You quickly change into a blouse and pants, leaving the dress you’d worn into town today abandoned on your bed.

The plan is finished quickly enough, as there’s plenty of entrances into the house to choose from if the front door’s locked. Now comes the part you hate the most. The part where no matter how rich the man you’re about to rob is, no matter how perfectly fine he’ll be despite the loss, guilt sets in.

This is when you wait. Because a woman riding on her own horse, in her own pants, with a mask over her face in broad daylight isn’t a sight that goes without notice.

It’s not as if you wanted this life. But, between selling your body and thieving, you’d choose the latter again and again. Of course, you could get married. Settle down. Have children. And that all sounds so pretty, so sweet in your mind.

If only the husband wasn’t necessary. The oppressive, aggressive, boring, utterly vacant husband that every married woman seems to be saddled with these days. That reality, over everything else. That, you refuse.

Day shifts to night as you leave your house, climb onto your horse, and set off to pay Mr. Mallory a visit.

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Arthur sits, crouched in the grass as he waits for the light to go out in Mr. Mallory’s window. The robbery was going to be easy, that is until he realized that his target happens to enjoy late nights. It’s damn near one in the morning, and the bastard is still up doing God knows what.

A sigh slips from Arthur’s lips as his attention shifts to the horse tied to the porch railing. It’s a bit odd that the steed was just left out front for anybody to steal, and if it seemed to be a valuable one, Arthur would have done just that.

But, it’s simple. Looks to be a Kentucky Saddler, nothing he couldn’t find a few miles out, grazing in a field. Also odd, considering how much money this man seems to have. The peculiarities leave his mind in an instant as the front door creeks open, a small, lithe figure slipping out.

A figure that most certainly isn’t Mr. Mallory. It’s a woman, quick eyes darting back and forth to check for anybody watching. Her gaze eventually lands on Arthur, and a finger comes up to her masked face in a “shush” motion. His mouth falls open slightly as the stranger mounts her horse and rides away, a sack filled with all the riches Arthur missed out on slung over her shoulder.

A twinge of prideful envy hits him as he realized he’s been beat. He watches the mysterious woman as darkness engulfs her, trying to place the sense of familiarity he felt as her eyes met his.

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There’s a smile on your face as you spend a bit of your well earned money in town the next morning. Not just from the wildly successful robbery that you’d managed to pull off while Mr. Mallory was awake. No, the image of the man waiting still lingers in your mind.

It was the man with the pretty eyes, the one whose chivalry had made you blush mere hours before you bested him at his own sport. A cool breeze hits you as you step out of the general store into the warm air, a bag with a new vest and pair of boots slung over your arm.

Arthur walks across the street, still brooding about the robbery that’d been stolen from him the night before. The worst part is the sense of admiration he can’t help but feel. Mr. Mallory had been awake, walking around, and still oblivious to the fact that he was being robbed.

That takes skill, one that Arthur isn’t even sure he possesses. It’s the very reason he’d waited outside, all but letting you do the job for him.

A small bell rings as you leave the general store, and Arthur’s head turns in the direction of the noise. Recognition flickers in his eyes as he takes you in, first as the woman that he’d picked up the can for, and then…

“My God…” He whispers to himself as you smirk at him, crossing the road to stand in front of him, pride coming off of you in waves.

Bright eyes look up at him, the same ones he’d admired in the day, and the ones that he’d recognized for only a moment in the night, too short for him to realize who it’d been. Your lips curl into a smile as your hand reaches up to touch his broad should while you walk past him.

Words escape him as you lean up, your lips close to his ear as you whisper. “Better luck next time.” You walk away promptly, only looking back once to throw that dazzling grin his way again as he turns around to watch you.

He should be annoyed. Angered at your pride. At your gall to rub salt in his wound by acknowledging what you’d both already realized.

Yet, the smallest of smiles that appears on his face defies all that should be true, the breeze seeming to replicate the sound of your voice in his ear as he watches you until you’re a small blip in the distance.

A/N: Okay, this is really long, but first chapters always are. Hope y’all enjoyed, I’ll probably have the second one up pretty quick.

- di <3

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egg-emperor · 10 months ago

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Does Eggman go after big burly men/monsters because he enjoys the thrill of making them submit or is it possible that in very rare instances he's fine with temporarily letting someone else be in control long as his own pleasure comes first?

I like to imagine it's both. For just big burly men in general, I imagine he was "fascinated" like all his life but didn't want to outright admit it to himself for a while besides his statues on the Egg Carrier but he could create various, still very gay, excuses for having them lol. But he'd finally get experience with big strong guys for real like Zavok (or Bowser but non canon) and he wouldn't be able to deny it any longer when he just has to jump on that 👀

As for the monsters, it started as just loving the thrill of making them submit for sure, since he primarily gets involved with them for his plans, feeling they'll be useful. Then through it he realizes he's really into the process of making them submit and serve and not just in his typical desire for control and domination way, he realizes it's a full on kink and it goes to very interesting places

The best example is Eggman with the Deadly Six in Lost World, ESPECIALLY Zavok. He had way too much fun bringing them to their knees in submission and was clearly really getting his kicks out of the sadistic aspect of the pain too. He's so playing up the master and slave dynamic here and Zavok doesn't understand that even if he only sarcastically calls him master, he's setting up the perfect opportunity for him to put him in his place and enjoy it

Making him bow at his feet, wagging his finger at him. Yeahhh 🥴

And the way he finds even the smallest reasons to punish them (though it's due to his very high standards too of course) and takes every opportunity to force them to obey with the conch

And the prequel comic made it even more blatantly kinky it was gold

Like hello he literally steps on him and tilts his chin with the conch shajgsnjgksng god me next pls

It's literally canon that he's into it in some form, I don't even have to exaggerate, I mean look at that sadistic smile on his face the two times he does it

The second smirk being quick and sneaky because he wants to appear serious and threatening yet smiles for a split second like he just can't contain himself hehe I love it

All I'm doing is speculating that he gets another kind of excitement from it too lol

And Zavok being a muscle monster dude and how he repeatedly goes after monsters and his hall of muscular guy statues in Hot Shelter, it all checks out. Zavok was the jackpot and best of both in one for him

While the rest doesn't have such confirmation lol, I like to think he discovered he also very secretly likes to be on the receiving end. Typically he'll stay dominant through it first, being the one to order and control them. I can see him always starting with a more dominant power bottom position, where he's still in control and likes to use it in a way to demean them some more, by treating them as not just a tool for his plans but also his personal pleasure

But there'll be temptation to be a little more submissive and when he finally is, he looks at it as being the one being serviced, it's for his own pleasure that comes first rather than what they get. It makes a lot of sense for him to want to just take, in fact it makes a lot of sense for him to not give at all. He has a great case for being a total pillow princess with his entire personality so viewing it through that lense, there is kinda official stuff to support it and it's just *gestures to his entire character* XD

When he is practically just giving himself to them, he constantly has this inner conflict of "why am I letting this happen, if this got out it'd ruin my image" but he likes it too much. It feels nice to just give up control for a little while, relax and have fun. And to feel like the one that's the full center of attention and priority as he lets them work on pleasing him, as it's still always in pursuit of his own pleasure and always his only priority, of course! He'll make sure they still know he's the real dominant one in control after and just enjoy it for now ;)

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roseapov · 2 years ago

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Idia Shroud x GN!Reader

Tw: stalking, invading privacy, being delusional, mentions of obsession, collarbones fetish

Povtober 2023, Day 13 [Masterlist]

You two met just by chance, getting paired up against each other, in a game you decided to play, as a game streamer.

You used a typical supporting character, with not much attacking capabilities, meant to be power and hp boost to your teammates, but even then you were making kill after a kill.

Idia couldn't believe it, you managed to kill him, him of all people! with a support character no less.

Someone actually managed to surprise him in a game? Are you serious? That can't be happening. That made him so enraged, focusing all his attention on you, to take his revenge.

After he and his team unexpectedly lose, he starts to look through your account, and sees in your bio your streamer name with a link, such a normie thing to do.

He starts to stalk through your social media, and with a pain in his heart admits, that his defeat was recorded on your actual live, it's nothing he can't take down anyway.

Hm? You're streaming with a camera? Oh, how bold of you, but don't worry, he won't stop hacking your phone camera and microphone even after you beg for it, falling into paranoia.

It's your unlucky day, he took an interest in you, slowly treating you as a character from his beloved games. Your merch on the shelf, his phone littered with your photos and edits, a special spying program made by him personally, to see your activity on your devices.

Soon you're the only one he can think about, you, your voice, your hair, your face and your.. collarbones. Such an exciting sight for this shutted in otaku.

If you're counting for a high donates from your newest follower, Gloomurai, then you hit the jackpot, literally.

Tons of money flowing into your bank account, each one of the descriptions more unnerving than the other, but hey at least you got the money. Yeah, no, you're terrified.

You started to wear blouses for your streams, afraid of more uneasy commenters on your donations, contemplating quitting your side job for good. Your sanity was worth more than some money.

Yet you still felt endangered, so to ease your worries you bought cameras and installed them inside and outside of your home, wrong move.

He, of course easily hacked into it, feeling delighted that you decided to do so, the fact that you liked him enough to make it easier for him to observe you, how thoughtful of you, he's so delusional.

If you like him this much, then he mustn't deny you his presence any longer, he may be afraid of humans, but you're an exception.

When he heard you talk with your friends about quitting, all hell broke loose. The next thing you know, you're in Shroud manor, not allowed to leave.

Yes, the thought of you leaving the media was enough to make him snap and be really daring, doing things he normally would've never done, the effect you have on him is insane. After all he loved your streams very, very much.

Ortho is super supportive of this as a cute sibling he is, after all his older brother finally took an interest in someone real!

You have no idea how relieving it was for him, maybe his brother won't have to be alone? Of course not, you two live together already, should he plan your future with Idia already? Maybe you can date, and later on marry his brother! He's so happy!

Don't you dare disappoint him.

Ugh, after my sickness I lost my enthusiasm and motivation to write even tho I had a lot of ideas😭(it's better since I added Roxana, but still). It's not fair, even more so since I am already way in the back of my Povtober writing challenge.😭😭 Not sure of how this one came out tho, I'm writing this at 3 am💀 I'm not exactly proud of this, I'll probably rewrite it in the distant future (he's so hard to write smh)

~roseapov

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rodolfoparras · 10 months ago

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Hi 🛶 anon here

is ur name oracle or how the fuck did you know we were gonna date? I have now, very officially, got a woodworking bear of a man by my side who regularly takes me to the gym and loves all I cook and bake :) my little German heart always explodes when he tells me he likes my Zwetschgendatschi (a kinda cake with plum slices) or Gulasch <3

I love my bear :)))) and the parade today (Saturday) was soooo great! We met so many new people, and we found a few of those leather puppies

he said he thinks that puppy play is cute and might want to try it later on in the relationship AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH >:)

anyway, I pray for u my friend to be blessed with a bear in your life as well. I suggest visiting woodworking shops, that’s the natural habitat of gay bears!

Pattern recognition actually! To know if someone is generally interested in you (whether romantically or platonically) they’ll want to learn/ know about you and they’ll actively make plans to hang out with you. And you’ll know if they like you platonically or romantically going by how much they want to hang out with you or want to learn about you. You already said you made plans to gym together, something that will happen consistently twice a week. No matter if you’re an extrovert or introvert, hanging out like that with a newly made acquaintance is a lot! And on top of that he wanted you to go to the parade with him! It’s also the casual touches and jokes. I wouldn’t feel comfortable joking with someone I recently made friends with because in the back of mind I’d worry they wouldn’t know I’m joking with them. Casual touches are also another thing considered flirtatious. I wouldn’t feel the need to touch an acquaintance in such intimate way especially when I’d only known them for an hour. He clearly wanted you to know it was flirting!

But hello sugar bee!! Those are amazing news and I’m so happy for you!! Genuinely you hit jackpot with him because he does woodwork, bakes/cooks and works out what more can an anonie who follows my dilf fucker acc ask for, you literally got the man I write fics about 😔

Also I’m glad you had fun at the pride and made some new friends!! AND HELLO YOU EVEN MADE HIM CONSIDER PUPPY PLAY? Oh you won at life sugar 🧎🏻‍♂️🧎🏻‍♂️

And thank you so much for the well wishes sugar bee i too hope i can get the man of my dreams one day😔

#alec answers #🛶 anon

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dinoshimaaa · 3 years ago

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i actually wrote this piece on the night before kazuha's banner in a last minute attempt of a ritual... obviously it didn't work out lol. still gonna post it here though!!!!!! <3

tagging @souglias for every work of mine here <3

now playing: la da dee by cody simpson

your neighbour is a devil.

you are certain that your neighbour is the embodiment of satan, a spawn from hell. kaedehara kazuha almost quite literally feeds off your embarrassment and shattered pride, and today is only one of the many instances he does so. maybe you should’ve convinced your mom otherwise when she suggested that you and your neighbour, kazuha, walk to school and home together, since the two of you were schoolmates.

but it is far too late to change the past, and you now eat the bitter consequences of your actions. from today onwards, said devil embodiment is tasked with the mission of bringing you to school and home safely by both of your parents. and given his mental age, you can surely say that he will do everything except the task itself.

the moment he smirks and points at the bicycle he plans to bring you to school on, you can’t find it in yourself to be surprised. today may as well be the last day of your life.

“hey, come on now,” he laughs when you walk by him, pretending to not see him and trying to walk to school on your own. “i promised your parents we’d go to school together. besides, you’d never reach school on time if you walked there.”

“a scolding from them is way better than dealing with your ass in the morning,” you grit out with a sickly sweet smile, and kazuha reciprocates it with another impossibly wide grin.

he cycles slowly to match your brisk walking pace, finding amusement in how you keep trying to overtake him and failing miserably each time. “could it be that you just don’t want to wrap your arms around me? how adorable, little (name)’s shy.”

you still, and kazuha knows he’s hit jackpot. fine, maybe that too was a little contribution as to why you adamantly refused to get on the bike with him. riding the bike with him meant holding onto him in order to not fall off, and your pride was screaming at you to avoid that like it was the last thing you should ever do. (it was.)

but as you said, you had pride. pride did not like you touching kazuha like that, but pride also did not like you losing to him and giving in to what he thinks you will do. a sudden surge of courage heaves you over the passenger seat of his bike and you boldly wrap your arms around his waist. kazuha barely hides his astonishment and amusement when you huff and say, “what are you waiting for? go on, we’re gonna be late.”

the cackle that follows makes you start to regret your decision, but luckily the spawn of satan doesn’t waste time in making you comfortable on his bike. “don’t squeeze my waist too tightly,” kazuha teases as you slowly wrap your arms around his waist. “else you’ll end up swooning over my abs.”

“you don’t have abs,” you snort. he only smiles, not refuting your statement, and rides off.

it’s only when he accelerates that you realise that you are wrong, that you are so utterly wrong. his reckless bicycle riding that almost makes you fall off the bike forces you to wrap your arms around his waist tighter, and boy did you feel embarrassed when the hard muscle you denied him of earlier pokes your arms.

“please don’t,” you grumble, ashamed and flustered, “i can practically feel your smirk right now.”

his laughter is like a windchime in the wind. light, pleasant— “told you so,” he snickers, pedalling faster and pushing you more into your agony. —and insufferable.

the ride becomes strangely quiet for a duo that loves to bicker. you can’t tell if the two of you are enjoying the peace and quiet or suffering in the awkward silence. it probably is the latter for you— you’d rather die than tell kazuha in the face that you were blushing when you felt his abs. who allowed this kid of mental age five to be this jacked, anyway?

“i’m starting to think you’re molesting me,” kazuha raises an eyebrow that you can’t see, “stop groping my abs, you pervert. i know i’m hot and all—”

“good god, give me patience,” you seethe. a part of you really wants to move your arms to his neck and choke him to death there and then, but that would mean your ride to school would be dead and you’d have to take the bus again. and taking the bus was never an option.

and besides, you probably wouldn’t have the energy to choke a boy to death anyway. it was seven in the morning, and you had already spent half your energy bickering with kazuha. there was simply no more to spare. speaking of lack of energy, perhaps it was time to recharge so you had a little more to listen in class today.

kazuha almost falls off his own bike when he feels your cheek pressed against his back. when he glances over his shoulder for a split second, he realises that you were staring to doze off on his back, and had decided to use his back as a support for your head.

“don’t fall off now,” he whispers. one hand moves to adjust your hands around his waist, making sure they won’t lose grip while in slumber. kazuha hopes you don’t register how he subtly intertwines his hand with yours.

on the way to inazuma high, kazuha feels the cool wind brush past his red tinted cheeks.

#dinowrites #genshin #genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #kazuha #kaedehara kazuha #kazuha x reader #kaedehara kazuha x reader

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alstroemeriadissonance · 3 years ago

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Club stripper rosa and vyn as a patron 😳

Dance in the Study (NSFW)

There is something taking place in the austere, Victorian-style study that the room is clearly not built for.

Warm lights emanating from the faux gas lamps bathe the man–seated on a chair right smack in the middle of the study–and you in your lacy underwear, with an alluring pale orange glow.

The lighting is decidedly different from the usual dimly-lit rooms that you are used to, and so for tonight, you dance without your music.

Replacing the usual sensual tracks from your speakers are small, yet interesting conversations between you and your client.

“You’re tense, Mr. Richter,” you purr as you straddle his thighs, facing his poker-faced, almost icy stare.

His champagne gold eyes betray no emotion.

Your artful, well-practiced fingers run down his plain white button up shirt–his blazer already discarded to the floor, after much coaxing–and you silently take note how his breath slightly hitches when the pads of your fingertips run across his nipples through the thin fabric.

It isn’t a teasing touch; yet there is that almost imperceptible staccato breathing upon contact that you know clues you in of something that can be exploited later on.

“Forgive me. I have never entertained anyone on my lap before,” says the man introduced to you earlier as Vyn Richter.

His voice is smooth as water flowing through a placid river, yet you can’t help but detect just a smidgen of sarcasm in his tone.

You finally undo all of his buttons; and when you finally part his shirt open to reveal his lithe body you know you’ve hit the jackpot.

It’s going to be a very interesting night. You just know it.

===

For once, the silver-haired man called Vyn Richter found himself feeling underdressed. He had never been caught unprepared, not like this, but the brat of a Von Hagen–Marius, not the older, more sensible Giann–had the most brilliant idea of giving him a housewarming present of hiring a stripper to literally warm his new home in Stellis City with nary a warning.

All Vyn got was a vague text message of “Hey, there’s going to be a delivery later at 8PM, make sure to receive it personally ;)” received while he was doing his groceries and running other personal errands in the Central Business District.

When she finally arrived all scantily-clad and looking like a lawsuit waiting to happen–instead of a delivery person that he expected to see waiting by his doorstep–Vyn was all but ready to turn the girl away, yet the girl was adamant to deliver her goods, so to speak, lest she fall out of favor with her major patron: Marius himself.

And so there was little choice but to lead her to the relative comfort and privacy of his study.

Not his bedroom–he did not plan on being intimate with her, not in that manner, at least.

So he found himself seated on one of his elegant yet simple wooden chairs, which he so graciously pulled to the middle of his study to allow the girl more room to perform whatever routine she had to for the task.

===

The agreement discussed before the entire dance started was, simply put, ‘No Touching’. Yet you know full well after seeing the man living in the new fancy mansion that you’d permit…certain allowances, just for his looks alone.

Vyn Richter is utterly handsome, half-European most likely, with the rare combination of moonlight hair and gold eyes making him look like a meal one can only get from a five-star restaurant…

And so you allow your breasts, barely covered in lace brasserie, to brush against his bare skin as you sway your body on his lap.

With a small smile playing on your lips you wrap your legs around his waist, locking them behind the chair backrest.

To your mild amusement you notice that his hands still hang limp by the sides of his elegant, yet simple wooden chair, clearly making good on his agreement not to touch you.

Oh my. Others would have pawed at my tits right now.

You marvel at his gentlemanly politeness; and so you give him just a little extra: your hips glide up his lap to grind against his crotch–now growing tighter every time you gyrate your hips, clothed pussy rubbing against that telltale hardness in his pants.

You see his Adam’s apple bob, just a little. His eyes are still emotionless as he looks at you straight in the eye, but you can easily imagine how fast his eyes may turn feral if his buttons are pressed in the right way.

“Do you like it?” you lean in to whisper against his ear, making sure your breasts press against his chest.

“It is not unpleasant,” he murmurs, his voice gentle yet still indecipherable. “This is my first time receiving such a service. If you find yourself feeling coerced in any way, you may stop, and I shall treat you to dinner instead.”

You cannot help but laugh at this–a sweet, breathy laugh that cannot be misconstrued as anything other than of delight–and you tell him, “That’s generous of you, but I am a professional. I’m not going to make off with Sir Marius’s money without doing the job I am paid for.”

Such a sweet gentleman.

And too cute. Maybe I’ll get to open my legs for someone tonight. Finally.

And as if to prove your point, you shimmy off his lap and bend over–low enough to feed Mr. Richter a very good view of your barely-contained ample cleavage–and plant your palms squarely on each of his thighs.

You can easily make out through the slacks that his thighs are lean, yet muscular. “Oh wow, you work out?”

“Do as you will. And yes, I train regularly,” he says as he watches you slowly circle his chair, your body never losing contact with his own.

You brush his cheek with the side of your lace-clad breast, and you can’t help but bite down a triumphant smile after a small, easily missed gasp escapes his lips.

“You’re too polite,” you whisper as you face him once again, your hands slowly, teasingly parting his knees to make room for you enough to stand between his legs. “And stiff. I wonder if I’m even doing it right for you…”

“You will get feedback, Miss Rosa, once I am allowed to touch you,” he says quietly, eyes glued to you as you reach behind your back to unhook your lacy bra.

The bra does not go, not yet. You have an idea.

“Hmm…I see…” You make a show of thinking what to do next, finger on chin. “You sound pretty dangerous, Mr. Richter, despite how behaved you’re being.” Your lips curve into your best femme fatale smile. “But I’m glad you’re not like the other guys…”

Wedging a knee onto the chair, right between his legs, you lean forward just enough to bring the lace edging of your loose bra close to his face. “Here’s a special treat to the polite, well-behaved gentleman,” you say, licking your hips. “Why not try removing my bra with your teeth?”

“A little game, then?” Mr. Richter asks as he returns your smile with his cryptic own. “Very well.”

Whew. I thought Mister Prim and Proper here would turn me down.

He tilts his head forward, just enough for his teeth to catch the pink lace edging the bottom of your bra. Holding your gaze with his own he slowly pulls his head back, teeth tugging at the lace, until the brassiere slides down your arms and freeing your breasts to full display.

“Exquisite,” your client for the night sighs at the sight of your bare chest.

You can only imagine how much he wants the goods displayed in front of him right now: creamy fair skin, pink areolae tipped with stiff nipples. Pretty much what gets a man’s blood flowing.

“I think I am beginning to see why some are having trouble keeping their hands off.”

His hands start to grip the sides of his chair.

You notice this, and you can’t help but chuckle at the sight. “You know, you are the most handsome customer I’ve had…I wouldn’t mind it if you cop a feel.”

You wink provocatively at him, hoping that he’d understand.

Your hands start to glide over your now bare tits.

“You say this, even if Marius is among your clientele?” He says with a casual tone, as if you aren’t fondling your own breasts in front of him, for his own entertainment.

“Hahh–yes, Marius looks good,” You sigh, closing your eyes as you lose yourself into the moment, your fingers massaging your own swell and thumbing your nipples to stiff, sensitive peaks. “But…I think you’re more my type, Mr. Richter.”

Once again you lean forward, and you slowly stroke his lips with a nipple. “Go ahead, do you want to–oh god, yes–” you mewl suddenly as the man underneath you graciously accepts your dangerous invitation, catching your nipple between his soft lips.

His lips are cool to the touch, yet the wet tongue swirling around your areola is tantalizingly hot; as is the breath fanning your skin.

“Mmm…You say this is your first time?” Your question comes out as a moan as you enjoy yourself enough to once again straddle his hips and wrap your legs around his waist, trapping him again in your sinfully seductive hold, his tongue still lapping at your nipple. “You’re quite talented with your mouth.”

Your lace-covered crotch once again presses quite heavily against his all-too obvious erection. “I guess you’re adept at hiding it but…I can’t help but feel you’re turned on, Mr. Richter–mm, that feels very nice…”

“I am still a man, Miss Rosa,” he breathes out, lips letting go of your breast. “And while this is my first time getting a lap dance, this is not the first time I have been…intimate, to a degree.”

His hands, after all this time, still stay put by both sides of his chair. Yet you can make out just the slightest blush suffusing his pale cheeks.

So tempting, you think, and when you get to closely look at his lips, those soft inviting ribbons of pale pink you realize that your choice about whether or not to let him violate the “No Touching” rule has long been made, ever since you’ve laid your eyes on him the moment he opened the door for you.

The night would probably end with this man fucking you to oblivion. Oh fuck yes, your nerve endings sing as you take it upon yourself to take his hands and place them on your body. “Touch me, Vyn Richter,” you moan as your lips flutter down the side of his neck. “I won’t tell. Damn, you’re so pleasant–oh my god don’t stop…”

His hands are now kneading your breasts, palms brushing against sensitive peaks. “There is no reason for me to stop, is there?” He lightly pinches both your nipples, prompting you to look at him.

And your hunch is proven correct: his eyes, earlier devoid of any discernible emotion, are now nothing short of predatory, as if a switch has been flipped.

Yet his words are contradictory. “Tell me if I have crossed any line, and I will stop, Miss Rosa,” he says before licking his lips.

The teasing of his thumbs upon your nipples just feels perfect, and you cannot give him a straight answer. “Hahh–I don’t want you to–” you finally manage to squeak out, but your words are interrupted with a loud gasp as he now dares to grind his hard-on against your drenched sex through the scant lace.

How the tables have turned, you realize as you arch your back, pressing your body even closer against his, your own hips mirroring his lewd movements.

He wasn’t kidding about giving feedback once the No Touching rule is off.

===

Vyn, to his own surprise, finally found himself enjoying the unexpected treat that the youngest Von Hagen dared to force upon him.

The nubile Rosa, probably not older than her mid-twenties, sang quite readily and easily: a little nip here, a light brush there, and already the auburn beauty sighed and moaned loud enough to fill his study with more than its deserved share of licentious activity.

The moisture dripping from her cunt has already drenched through the fabric of his slacks and silk underwear. His cock twitched at the realization of how much she wanted him; as he kissed her with tongue he let his hands slide down the sides of her spine, halting just above her lace panties.

“Will you not continue your stripping?” He asked, his thumb lightly caressing the edge of the stretchable lace. “Or do you want me to…” his voice lowered by a couple of octaves. “...rip this off you?”

He did not, however, expect her reply.

“I’m okay with it, Mr. Richter,” she breathes into his ear, the gyrating movements of her hips against his own not letting up. “But you will need to buy me a nice new pair, and book me for maybe…ten more nights at least?”

“I take it that you enjoy my company?” Vyn let out a dark chuckle, his right hand grasping the crotch of the delicate lace underwear, his thumb piercing through one of the small eyelet holes to start tearing at the lace threads..

“Of course, Mr. Richter,” Rosa wiggled her ass against the hand that was currently preparing to utterly destroy her panties. “I didn’t think you were serious, but…aah!!”

With a strong, firm tug a short yet loud rip sound resonated in his study; and off her lace went, discarded and landing on top of his blazer lying on the floor.

“Vyn,” he finally corrects her as his hand slides down between her ass cheeks, two fingertips slightly dipping into her cunt’s entrance. “A meaningful business relationship always starts with both parties calling each other on a first name basis.”

Only his fingertips slipped inside her pussy; he closely observed her for any discomfort or any adverse reaction to his touch before he dared continue.

“D-don’t tease me like that, Vyn,” Rosa mewled in his ear.

Vyn rather liked how his name sounded, uttered with her voice brimming with need. “Please…?” Please what, dear little Rosa?” he asked, outright ignoring her request to not tease her any further. “And am I allowed to touch you in this manner?”

“Yes. Yes, you–aaaahhh–!!”

Her words dwindle into a series of moans and whimpers as he started to slowly plunge two fingers inside her swollen sex, the voluptuous friction of fingers against her inner walls driving her mad with arousal.

Rosa took Vyn’s face with both of her hands and started to kiss him deeply, moaning into his mouth as his fingers thrusted in and out of her pussy, relaxing in his chair as his fingers did their work.

He let the woman lead him towards the inevitable course that would most probably end up with the ancient dance between her legs.

===

“Hahh–hahh–” your breathing comes out in huffs as his long, slender, downright sexy fingers fucks you, all the while grinding your clit against his still clothed hard on.

Shit. He’s too good.

Never have you been this worked up during a dance before, not even with Marius. Marius tends to tease, sometimes even to a childish extent; not that you blame him, he just turned legal recently, after all.

Vyn, however, is a different story altogether.

The man you’re wildly making out with right now, whose tongue is hungrily sliding against yours, expert fingers fucking you to a frenzy and his other hand outright mashing your breast–this man manages to blow your mind despite you having gone through many clients from different walks of life: Vyn Richter is immensely pretty, looks as young as Marius, yet talks like an older, more experienced man and his touches feel like he has already honed the art of pleasuring women with time and even more experience.

Reluctantly you decide to stop the very amorous kiss in order to move on to spicier things, and what you see as a result blows your mind even further: his tongue still out, lips slightly puckered as you pull away from the kiss. This debauched sight, combined with his hooded eyes clouded with lust, makes you too horny to keep your hands from outright pawing his erection.

And so your hands slip between your heated bodies, settling on top of his crotch to fondle his stiff cock through his pants.

“Oh? Do you want that already?” comes his question, his voice dripping with sultry caramel. ”I thought the point of your art is to tease.”

He then runs the tip of his tongue slowly across your cheek, up to your earlobe.

You shudder uncontrollably as the tantalizing bit of wet muscle slithers into your ear. “Hnnnh–yeah, but–shit–you’re too–” you struggle to string words together to form a coherent argument why he should stick his dick inside your cunt since yesterday, but his tongue and fingers pose too much of a distraction…

“Show me how you pleasure yourself,” he whispers into your ear, the resulting vibration thrumming through your heated body.. “Until you come. Would you do this for me?” Another lick in the shell of your ear. “Can you, perhaps, give me a show?”

Yet he does not stop fucking you with his fingers.

You let out a breathy giggle. “Sure, Sexy,” you dare call him by the pet name you’ve somehow assigned to him.

You move a little on his lap to spread your thighs wider; lifting your ass a little bit to allow Vyn to adjust his fucking hand, moving it to settle in front of your crotch. He then resumes his finger fucking, his digits and most of his hand slathered with so much of your horny slick.

Then you start to move: one of your hands slides up his chin, and you slip your index and forefingers inside his lips. You feel him suck on your digits, licking them inside his mouth so sensuously that you once again cream even more. “Damn, why is your tongue so wicked?” you moan as your other hand now dips between your legs, rubbing your clit to the same rhythm as his finger fucking.

“Only for you tonight, pet,” he says after he gives your fingers one last suck. “Yes. Make yourself come,” he whispers in dulcet, articulate tones that would have been better off used for delivering lectures, or to lead prayers.

Yet right now his soothing voice is telling you to masturbate in front of him.

“I like your voice, Vyn,” you moan as you use your fingers, wet with his saliva, to tease your nipple, flicking at the sensitive bud to send your body thrumming with searing jolts of pleasure that lead to your clit. “Talk more?”

“About what, pet?” he deliberately modulates his voice low enough to send faint vibrations running through your skin; gooseflesh blooming across your upper body. “I am enjoying the show happening right in front of me..”

Goddamn. Even his voice…!

“Shit, Vyn, I–” You certainly do not expect his voice to send you nearer towards the edge. “I–”

“What do you want?” His fingers now pummel inside you harder, faster, deeper. “Tell me!” He hisses out his order; loud schlicking sounds from your cunt filling the otherwise quiet study.

“I–” you bite your lip as you start to catch the wave of imminent crash. “I want you—aah!!”

You throw your head back as your inner walls spasm around the fingers still fucking you, and you cry out even more as Vyn grabs hold of your back to push you towards him, his mouth latching onto one of your breasts, sucking on it as you ride out your orgasm.

Putty. This is what you are now. You are putty in his hands, and you’re quite confused if you should be embarrassed for having been serviced by your client instead of the other way around, or if you should be elated for experiencing the best sex you’ve ever had…and getting paid for it.

===

Rosa, still perched on his lap, slumped over him with her arms draped around his shoulders while she caught her breath.

Vyn held her close to him, letting her rest for a while.

He found it quite amusing, how his first full day in his new life in Stellis ended up quite differently than expected: serviced deliciously by a woman, and to his surprise he was not by any means put off by it nor did he find the act distasteful.

His fingers lazily played with her auburn waves as he toyed around with the idea of regularly booking her services; yet would that not mean he would become attached to her, a cardinal sin for someone working in her industry?

There was also the question of propriety; of someone with his background being seen in the company of a woman working the night trade, but he did eschew his recent past for a path and a name of his own choosing.

Yes, he finally decided, I will consider seeking out her services should I feel the need for her…companionship.

Whoever had anything to say about it can say so right in front of him, and whosoever dared will get a proper dressing down. And more.

“Mmm…Vyn, darling,” Rosa stirred in his arms to face him. “Oh gosh, I’m so sorry!” she groaned. “Please don’t tell Marius I didn’t get to make you…”

“Hmm? Are we already done, Miss Rosa?” Vyn plants a small kiss on her forehead. “And yes, I am, as you can feel, still yet to find relief.”

He grinds his hips once again against her dripping wet cunt. There it is, his still raging hard-on, caged in his pants with his belt still buckled.

“But of course, tell me if that is the end of our session,” Vyn flashed her a wan, strained smile. “That would be perfectly fine, as I have already enjoyed my time with you. I shall tell Marius you performed splendid–ah–”

The rest of his words died as Rosa pulled him close for another kiss. “Mmm. No. Actually, our time has already ended like half an hour ago,” she giggled bashfully. “Um. This is more for me. I mean, if it is alright with you.”

This pleased Vyn more than he ever realized. “Ah, so you do enjoy my company.” He returns her kiss with his languorous own. “I am glad.”

As their bodies slid against each, still on the chair during the entire time, something caught his peripheral vision, which gave him an idea.

“Please wait a moment, pet,” Vyn said as he gently pushed Rosa off his lap. He stood up from the chair to cross the distance to his mahogany work desk.

Vyn grabbed a bottle of red wine sitting near the edge of the table; he then walked back to the improvised lapdance chair with the bottle.

“Mm? Is that a bottle of wine?”

“Yes it is,” Vyn says as he seated himself once again into the wooden chair. “I do hope you indulge me with this.” His lips curve into a small, enigmatic smile. “Especially since this is now off the clock?”

Rosa had to laugh at his words. “Darling, with your face so pretty you can get away with anything you want, as long as you don’t hurt any of us girls.”

Vyn chuckled as he pulled on the already loosened cork. It came off with a loud pop sound, and a faint aroma of wine started to float around them.

“Look at me, Rosa,” Vyn instructed her.

And when she did, he held her gaze with his hungry own as he poured out all of the bottle’s remaining contents all over his body; streams and rivulets of red, fragrant liquid coursed down his bare torso and arms, down to his fingers, pooling down his crotch and the bottom of the chair. His slacks, which were a moderate shade of brown, turned into a dark reddish shade as the fabric absorbed most of the heady, intoxicating liquid.

“What will you do now, Rosa?” Vyn posed his invitation, cloaked under the guise of a challenge.

Rosa, enthralled by what she had witnessed, could only gape at him. Then, grinning, she bent over his wine-drenched body, her lips sucking on what liquid that still clung to his luscious, fair skin on his neck.

===

Damn.

You know the night is going to be interesting, but not this interesting. And hot. As you watch Vyn pour a half-bottle’s worth of wine all over his body you realize that not only is tonight interesting, it also is a night to remember.

“What will you do now, Rosa?” is his challenge. But you know that it is more of an invitation than a challenge. Well then.

First, the neck. Your lips latch onto the side of his neck, giving it a little nip, then your tongue laps up the remaining traces of wine.

Vyn now smells of wine, musk, and hints of flowers; the alcohol slowly evaporates and you breathe in most of the intoxicating fumes. This, along with the tantalizing smoothness of his skin and the soft sounds of his moaning sends you reeling into secondhand, sensual pleasure.

Your lips work their way down to his collarbone, licking and caressing the entire length of the clavicle with the flat of your tongue.

God. I wish this man will be my only client forever.

Then the trail leads you to one of his nipples–you remember how he reacted at the slightest of touches there when you started out–and you give it a tentative lick.

“Aahh, that feels great,” Vyn hisses out loud.

Encouraged with such nice positive feedback you run your palms lightly against his other nipple, and Vyn now sits limply in the chair, his breathing in an irregular, fast rhythm.

You give the nipple in your mouth a nice, long suck, until you let go of his hard, sensitive nub with a pop. You are sorely tempted to lick and suck his nipple all night and relish how he practically melts underneath your lips, but there are other, more delicious things to work on…

…such as the hard thing twitching inside his pants.

And so your hands now flit to his belt, unbuckling it, and your expert fingers all too used to undressing men effortlessly work the buttons and the zipper of his fly.

There it is, underneath the silk boxers, is his stiff cock.

“Ready, Vyn?” you breathe as your fingers slip inside the garter of your underwear, fishing out his dick, stiff and proud; aching to be touched.

Quietly you marvel at how pretty his cock looks. “Damn,” you murmur. “You’re delicious, even this part of you.” Your mouth slowly zero in on the tip dribbling with the heady mix of precum and wine. “If you have a girlfriend, she’s so fucking lucky.”

Vyn laughs at your assertion. “If I had a girlfriend, all of this will not take place,” he drawls. “If I had a girlfriend, I will make sure she is thoroughly pleasured every time she needs to be.”

Fuck. I wish that would be me, you think as you kiss the tip of his hard on, then licking off the precum leaking from the slit. Damn. Wine-flavored dick isn’t bad, you realize. Maybe I’ll incorporate this into some of my routines…

Slowly, your lips descend past the cockhead, down the length of his dick; your tongue swirling around the shaft as you go.

“Hahh–yes—” you can hear Vyn slowly unravel in your mouth, his fast, shallow breathing palpable as you start bobbing your head up and down on his lap. Your spit now pools around the base of his cock, mixed in with the wine and possibly some of his precum.

The mixed aroma of everything just turns you on so much that you do not mind it when Vyn grabs a fistful of your hair, pushing you lower and deeper around his cock.

“Yes–that–ahh–gods, do not stop,” he breathes as his hand now dictates the rhythm of your blowjob. His tip almost rams the back of your throat, causing involuntary tears to blur your eyesight until they trickle down your cheeks.

When you grab the length of his cock that your mouth and throat can no longer accommodate, jerking it off to the rhythm of your sucking, you feel his hips thrust into your mouth until he lets out a string of indecipherable curses before pulling out from your blowjob.

“Enough,” he hisses as he looks at you with the most intense glare you have ever seen on a sex-addled man. “Ride me. Now.”

“No time for dancing?” you decide to tease him, just to see how he will react.

It gets you a rough handling: wordlessly he pulls you by your arms, his hands urgently leading your thighs to straddle his lap once again, where his stiff, raging hard-on awaits the fucking that it so deserves.

For my first time fucking a customer, this isn’t bad, you think as you guide the tip of his cock to your entrance. Fuck. So good.

You underestimate how much his girth stretches and fills you up; and as he bottoms out in your pussy you cannot help but howl in pleasure. “Ahhh—Vyn–!!” you cry out as you wrap your legs around his waist; arms clinging to his shoulders.

And you can only scream louder as he grabs hold of your waist with both of his hands, bouncing you up and down over his cock. “Vyn—Vyn!” you cry out his name repeatedly, his cock thrusting hard from underneath you.

“Has any other client pleasured you like this?” Vyn asks in between grunts as he rams hard inside you, again and again. “Tell me.”

“Haha–shit–” you try hard to articulate that no, you are not in the habit of touching clients beyond what is permitted in your line of work, much less fucked one.

You are not, so to speak, in the habit of shitting where you eat.

“N-no–I don’t–aaah, VYN!” Your answer is interrupted by even stronger thrusts–Vyn is now railing you hard, and fast, and you can no longer think straight, especially not when he is sucking on your nipple as he stirs up your insides with his cock.

“Well–hahh–pet?” he goads you into answering him. “Has anyone fucked you like this?”

“Hahh–I need to—” Gritting your teeth you rub your clit to aid your release–too horny at this point to even bother answering his needy questions.

You feel the tightly-wound tension quickly start to build and build in your cunt, pushing you closer to what feels would be an intense, violent orgasm. “Vyn, I–”

“Then come. I want you to come now,” he whispers urgently. “Should I–”

You know what he is about to ask. “Inside,” you tell him. “I want you to come inside.”

Nothing else can be heard in his erstwhile solemn study but the delicious mixture of your moans, sighs, his grunts every time he thrusts his cock deeply inside you.

“Oh god. Almost–” you moan out loud, suddenly finding your senses awash of the man writhing and fucking you from underneath. His fingers, tongue, the heavy scent of wine–

–turns me on so much–

Shit.

You finally reach your climax, all the while shouting his name, over and over, sweet electric currents of pleasure flooding your cunt and spreading throughout your extremities.

Your cunt’s inner walls convulse as he does not let up with his fucking, even as he fills you up with his thick come.

===

Vyn carried Rosa princess-style to the sofa, letting her limp body nestle on top of his as they both reclined to catch their breaths.

“Hahh–Vyn, that was amazing,” Rosa murmured. “I think…I think I should pay you instead.”

He only chuckled. “I am sure there are more experienced men who could give you even more pleasure than I did.”

Rosa then propped herself up on an elbow so she could take a good look at him, and his beautiful face. “I was trying to say, but you were fucking me so hard I can’t even talk…” she gives him a shy smile. “This is the first time I’ve ever had sex with a client.”

“Oh?” Vyn’s eyes widened a little. “Not even with Marius?”

Laughter escaped Rosa’s lips. It sounded pleasant to his ears, prompting him to smile as well. “Especially not Marius. He’s such a kid!”

Heh.

A comfortable silence followed, with both stripper and client holding each other as they quietly basked in each other’s company.

Then, after giving it some thought, Vyn said: “I suppose a proper introduction is in order,” he tipped Rosa’s chin to make her face him. “My name is Dr. Vyn Richter, psychiatrist and visiting professor in Stellis University.”

He ignored Rosa’s surprised gasp.

“You may call me Vyn. Others may call me Dr. Richter.” A smug grin spread on his lips. “And, if you permit me,” he gently took one of her hands in his and planted a soft, reverent kiss on her knuckle. “I wish to be your main patron, and not Marius.” A pause. “If you permit me, I will steal all of Marius’s appointments with you, and transfer them under my name.”

“Perhaps, I may want to be your only client.” Another kiss on her hand, this time in her palm. “We shall see. Again, if you permit me.”

Rosa chuckled nervously. “Um. Are you sure you feel like going up against a Von Hagen?”

“Heh.” Vyn’s mouth cracked into a most devious smile. “My Lady, you do not know how much more I can have at my disposal.

#tears of themis #tears of themis fanfic #vyn richter #vyn richter smut #tears of themis smut #tot smut

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uwusenpaiuwu · 4 years ago

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Baji A.K.A. The Worst (Best) Matchmaker Ever

Summary: Baji dares you to call Mikey a ‘piss boy.’ You’re an idiot, so of course you say you’ll do it. Things don’t go as planned...or do they?

Pairing: Sano Manjirou | Mikey x Male Reader

Warning(s): mentions of omorashi (pissing), but there’s no actual pissing involved

You’re gonna die. Oh, dear God, our holy Lord and savior, you’re gonna fucking die.

Baji may be an idiot, but you’re an even bigger idiot for letting him convince you to call Mikey a piss boy.

It’s a pretty damn good trade-off, you foolishly reasoned when you accepted his offer: $10 and a spin on his motorcycle, which is basically hitting the jackpot for a broke, motorcycle-less middle schooler like yourself.

Now, what you failed to take into consideration, is that you’d literally be risking your life. Had you taken a step back and used your brain for a second or two, you would’ve realized that calling Mikey, of all people, a ‘piss boy’ isn’t worth the measly $10 Baji is currently waving in the air from across the room.

You open your mouth to chicken out. Baji pulls out another $10.

“You wanna waste your allowance? Fuckin’ fine,” you grumble under your breath, making damn well sure your icy glare is received and, yeah, the irritating smirk that widens across Baji’s face when you continue on your path to your demise means your message is read, crystal clear. He just doesn’t give a shit.

Taking a deep breath, you square your shoulders and practically march towards where Mikey is casually munching on fresh taiyaki, legs crisscrossed as he sits atop an old crate.

Oh, man. What would’ve been worse: interrupting one of Mikey’s naps or interrupting him mid-snack?

(Un)Luckily, you get to experience one of them today!

When your footsteps lead you to where you don’t want to be, you stop to stand directly in front of your target, who doesn’t immediately look up in your presence. Simply keeps munch, munch, munching.

It gives you a chance to hesitate, a chance to rethink your reckless decision, a chance to back out and save yourself from a one-sided ass beating.

Alas, the chance to make that split-second decision vanishes when deep, dark eyes flicker up to meet yours, the owner’s expression reading that he’s not exactly bothered to see you there, rather, simply curious to know what you want.

It’s the perfect moment to get this bet over and done with, so, along with your prayers, you just go outright and say it.

“‘Sup, Piss Boy.”

Mikey stops chewing, and you already feel your heart about to burst out of your chest.

The room comes to a dead silence, making it all the more nerve-wracking when, following a dreadful minute of absolutely nothing, Toman’s leader speaks.

“What.”

It’s the only word he says, voice low, emotionless, and instead of it being a question, it’s a demand, a challenge even, to dare you to reaffirm what couldn’t have possibly come out of your mouth.

You remind yourself to breathe, while mentally preparing yourself to get decked in the face, ‘cause it’s way too late to backpedal now. One of your feet is already in the grave; it wouldn’t hurt to speed things up and launch your entire body in there.

“Nothing. I just- I wanted to know how my, uh...my little piss boy is...doing?”

Well, you lived a good life.

Mikey stares at you, unblinking.

One second passes. Two.

Then-

“Are you into that?”

“I- Huh?”

“Baji said you’re into some weird stuff, but that’s pretty fucking dirty, (Y/n). Even dirtier than Ken-chin’s tastes.”

(”Don’t fucking drag me into this shit.”)

Seeing the horrified confusion on your face, Mikey’s head tilts ever so slightly to the side.

“You want me to take a leak on you, right?” he asks, and that’s when your soul says its farewell, leaving behind a red-faced corpse on the verge of combusting. Bringing a hand to his chin, he adds, “Or, did you want to piss on me?”

You thought getting beat up by Mikey would be bad?

No, no, no.

You’d gladly take that over this humiliation.

“Hey, Baji! What did the couple in your porn mag do? Did they take turns or what?”

And Baji, the piece of shit, can’t hold it in anymore and breaks out in the most obnoxious laughter, the kind that’s loud, unrestrained, and has him doubling over, gasping for air.

“Oh, fuck, this is gold!” He’s wheezing at this point, triggering a few of the others to start laughing as well, including Mitsuya, who, to his credit, at least tries to stifle his laughter. “Ask (Y/n) what he prefers! Ask!”

At the other boy’s persistence, Mikey raises an eyebrow at you, giving you his full attention as though genuinely curious to know what your pissing preferences are. It causes the flush coloring your face to turn 10 shades darker and 10 degrees hotter.

You don’t know what’s worse: the fact that your friends now think you have a piss kink, or the fact that Mikey is open to exploring said kink with you.

“So, what’ll it be?”

“I...” What do you even say in this situation?

“Do you want me to pee on you?” Mikey asks again in a much softer voice, hoping it’ll reassure you into giving him a direct answer. He doesn’t want to scare you, no. Knowing how nervous you get around him, he’s been doing his best to show only the good sides of himself to you.

That must be why he takes your hand in his, giving it a little squeeze to encourage you to speak up. What he doesn’t know, is that as opposed to being comforted by the kind action, it makes you feel mortified, especially at the insinuation of you wanting him to release his bodily fluids on you.

So mortified, actually, that the first thing that comes out of your mouth is an unintentionally shy, “Please, don’t pee on me...”

You realize your mistake the second those words are said.

Ahh! No! That’s not what you were supposed to say!

Why didn’t you say you don’t want anything to do with piss in general?!

Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!

Your head is spinning, thoughts going haywire after misspeaking , but what really sends you over the edge is the, admittedly, cute little smile you catch on Mikey’s face. Now, not only is your head in disarray, so is your heart.

“Alright. Since it’s you, I’ll let you do it.”

Nope. That’s it for you. Time to clock out of consciousness.

Thump!

“Oh. He passed out.”

Abrupt as it is, your passing out is of no concern whatsoever to Mikey. Nah, he finds it endearing as hell and crouches down to admire your ‘sleeping’ face.

“He must’ve been super happy,” he fondly muses, completely ignoring Draken’s advice to make sure you’re still breathing in favor of stroking your head and pinching your cheeks.

(”He might die, dumbass. I’m tellin’ ya.”

“He won’t. (Y/n)’s strong.”)

On the other side of the room, Baji has zero fuel left in him to bark out another laugh at Mikey and his gullibility when it comes to wooing the person he fancies, though he does have the energy to wipe away the tears at the corners of his eyes.

“Best $20 I’ve ever spent,” he blissfully remarks to Chifuyu.

“Baji-san, this isn’t how you play matchmaker.”

“Dude, this is exactly how you play matchmaker.”

To prove his point, the long-haired teen points back to where Mikey is sitting beside you on the ground, carrying out a normal conversation with Draken, like there isn’t an unconscious person right beside them.

“Ken-chin, where should I take (Y/n) for our first date?”

“Huh? Date? I thought he was just gonna piss on you?”

“That means he likes me, Ken-chin,” Mikey explains, sounding, for all it’s worth, similar to a parent teaching their child a new life lesson. “And if the person I like likes me enough to want to piss on me, then, obviously, I should take him on a date.”

It makes no fucking sense, but if Mikey wants to believe that your love language is spilling less than desirable bodily fluids on each other, then so be it.

Because for him, anything goes as long as it’s you.

Not only are you $20 richer, you also scored yourself a date with someone that would let you take a piss on them and vice versa.

Aren’t you a lucky guy?

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers x male reader #mikey x reader #mikey x male reader #sano manjiro #sano manjirou #manjiro sano #manjirou sano #sano manjirou x male reader #sano manjiro x male reader #tokyo revengers x y/n #omorashi #but there's no actual pissing #i promise #it's only mentioned #piss kink

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phanfictioncatalogue · 2 years ago

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New Years Kiss Masterlist

24:00 (ao3) - Cyane

Summary: Phil makes a split-second decision to kiss Dan at midnight.

He doesn't realize that Dan is livestreaming on his phone with half a million fans.

A New Year's Cliché (ao3) - ExclusiveGorgeousGeek

Summary: Phil talks Dan into going to a New Year’s Eve party with him.

Between Phil having a great time and Dan trying to convince himself of all the reasons not to kiss his best friend at midnight, it’s sure to be one hell of an evening.

Baby, It's Cold Outside (ao3) - TodayWe_Are_Infinite

Summary: Dan is freezing cold on Christmas Eve, and Phil is always warm.

best friends, companions through life, like, actual soulmates (ao3) - nivi_chip

Summary: “where are we going to find a terrifying cross-breed of Chris and PJ?” Or the year they give the people what they want.

Countdown - jilliancares

summary: for all of us suckers who aren’t getting our new year’s kisses, watch Dan and Phil get theirs.

Drunk Kisses on New Years - auroraphilealis

Summary: Dan hates parties, but kissing a drunk Phil at midnight on New Year’s makes this one a little more bearable.

Fireworks (ao3) - Miss_Shadowfox

Summary: it's new year's eve, and Louise is trying to play matchmaker. The trouble is, she doesn't realise Dan's not into girls. Fortunately, the girl Louise thinks would be a great match actually has a lot in common with Dan - just not the way Louise thinks.

Fireworks (ao3) - tapdancinglorax

Summary: Of course Dan forgot to straighten his hair on the same day Phil Lester walked into the coffee shop he worked at.

Happy New Year! (2017/18) (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: Phil discovers his feelings for Dan whilst watching fan made Phan videos on YouTube. Oh, and they kiss to ring in 2018!!

here comes the jackpot question in advance (ao3) - twelfthnlght

Summary: The one where Dan thought Phil hated him, so he hated Phil right back.

Interrupted By Fireworks, Literally (ao3) - ticklishpickle

Summary: Dan has a wake up call when he realises 2018 is fast approaching, meaning he’s spent nearly a decade pining over the one and only Phil Lester. Not wanting to waste any more time, he devises a plan. This year, he’s going to kiss Phil at midnight. If he doesn’t kiss back, he’ll write it off as a drunk, meaningless mistake and try his best to move on. But if he does… oh, how Dan wants to know.

Let's See What the Night Can Do - analester

Summary: He’s never spent New Years Eve with anyone other than his family. When he does, they usually have a quiet night in, sitting around the TV and watching the countdown from their living room.

Not tonight though.

Tonight he’s with Dan.

Midnight Kiss - oakleysfthoying

Summary: Dan is really drunk, and Phil is with him watching the fireworks and Dan tells Phil he loves him and Phil is confused if Dan really thinks that and they just kiss at midnight and they're both really happy.

New Beginnings (ao3) - Full_Moon_Lover

Summary: “We have a lot of mutual friends so we see each other more than two broken up people usually do and I know we’re not really close anymore but you’re wearing that stupid (adorable) hat you always wore when you were upset so tell me what’s wrong because it’s literally killing me to see you look so sad”.

New Year's Eve (ao3) - phanburnhamizzard

Summary: New Year’s Eve is a time of reflection for Dan and Phil, who sneak out of their hotel to watch the ball drop in Time’s Square in New York City.

new year's eve (ao3) - bk119

Summary: basically cliché new years eve kiss thing ok

New Year’s Kiss - auroraphilealis

Summary: Dan and Phil do a liveshow for the end of 2014 with a surprise waiting at the end.

New Year's Kiss (ao3) - KaytheJay

Summary: Dan is alone on New Years and is disappointed in the fact that he won't get his annual New Years Kiss.

New Year's Kiss (ao3) - srm628

Summary: Dan and Phil watch fireworks together.

New year, New us: a phanfic (ao3) - BlueFox1319, UnusPhanus

Summary: “Dan hurry we are going to be late, PJ and the others will be here any minute to pick us up! It’s already seven, we need to be at the restaurant by eight!” Phil yelled down the hall at his boyfriend. December 31st, New Year's Eve, every year the pair went out with friends and spent the first night of the new year together. For Dan and Phil, tonight would be a little different though, Phil had been planning this for months .

This is so gay and I wrote it a year ago I'm so sorry if its shit.

party poison (ao3) - howellesterfics

Summary: Dan wants to get properly drunk on New Years to celebrate the end of a decade, things don't go exactly to plan because he's kinda dumb

Sparkle (ao3) - your_starless_eyes

Summary: Phil wasn't looking forward to this party, but the pretty boy in way too many sequins might make it a bit more bearable...

You don't sound sorry (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: Really, he didn’t know he’d even last till midnight this year. The UK might just have to cross over into the new year without him. Besides, he could kiss Phil any day of the year, so it wouldn’t hurt to miss one New Year’s kiss.

#phanfictioncatalogue #phanfic #phan #dan and phil #phanfiction #masterlists #new years #New Years masterlist #New Years kiss #New Years kiss masterlist

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shoichee · 4 years ago

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how would atsushi, akashi and aomine react to haizaki threatening/hitting on their s/o?? (cue that one scene where he was literally taking on himuro, kagami, kise, and alex all at once 😡... basically that, but with their s/o)

ANON…. THOSE 3???? LONG STORY SHORT…. HAIZAKI EXPERIENCES DEATH (OR AT LEAST NEAR-DEATH) 3 SEPARATE TIMES…… BUT HERE’S THE “LONG STORY” THROUGH THESE HCs

TW: attempt of physical assault, unwanted advancements… asshole Haizaki? cut under this to keep y’all safe JUST IN CASE

[Headcanons]

Aomine Daiki

you went out to look for Aomine after noticing how he hasn’t come back to his seat for too long

this was shortly after Kaijō defeated Fukuda Sōgō, and it was currently intermission before the next match rolled in

your face was met with crisp air as your eyes adjusted to the dark, scanning for any sign of your boyfriend

upon seeing no one, you decided to walk around the perimeter, just in case Aomine decided to nap for a quick moment on a whim and forgot to tell you

maybe you shouldn’t have walked out alone and in the dark of night, but you figured that in such a public event in a public area, you didn’t think anyone had the balls to start anything fishy around the stadium

oh how you were so wrong

you unfortunately bumped into Haizaki right when he was slowly strolling with his basketball shoes over his shoulder, and you immediately stopped in place, praying that he would walk past by you or perhaps not even see you

you knew that he wasn’t good news based from what Aomine told you and from watching that unpleasant game… he was bad, bad news

why did you think he wasn’t gonna see you? his senses are as sharp as a falcon, scrutinizing you before he realizes your identity

“Oh? Now what’s a pretty little thing like you doing out here… all alone?”

“I, um, I was looking for someone, but I realized it’s been getting a little too late… I think they returned back to the stadium, so that’s where I’m heading…”

your voice slowly diminishes to a soft whisper by the end, but judging from his widened eyes from glee, you knew he wasn’t going to walk past by you after this

“That so?” he drawls, licking his thumb. “The stadium ya say?”

something about his gaze turned sharp and dangerous, “the stadium” triggering unadulterated rage and frustration from the game and from his encounter with Aomine

“I… I really gotta leave,” you say in a hurry, quickly backing up. “Th-They’re impatient, so—”

“Huh?” he mocks, leaning closer to you. “I’m kinda of an impatient guy myself, yeah?” but upon even closer inspection, he realizes that he’s seen you somewhere very recently

“Hm?” he muses lowly. “Weren’t ya sitting with Daiki that game?” when you don't answer out of fear, his eyes merely shine with excitement… “Ohhhh… is that how it is?”

. . .

Aomine returns back to his seat after settling a score with Haizaki outside the stadium, but immediately becomes confused when he sees your seat empty

Sakurai immediately apologizes and quickly informs him that you went out to look for him, and Aomine immediately dashes back out… after all, who knows if you got lost in the dark or if you kept being persistent in looking for him?

imagine his visible distress when he sees Haizaki putting an arm around your shoulder while still holding his shoes and you looking absolutely fearful because you knew what he was capable of

this was a very rare moment where Aomine was not so calm and collected

but he tries to, especially when he knows that Haizaki probably relishes in the fact of “getting revenge” for that punch earlier (and probably realized the connection between you and Aomine to do so)

“Hey, asshat,” he calls out, grabbing Haizaki’s attention away from you, but Aomine notices him pulling you slightly closer to his body. “The fuck you think you’re doing with (y/n)?”

“Hehh? So (y/n)’s your name?” Haizaki merely pays attention to you, completely ignoring Aomine

“Back off,” he says lowly, almost to a growl. “I won’t be holding myself back to just a punch this time if you do anything else.”

at his hardened glare, Haizaki does a gleeful mock-surprise expression before putting his arm off of you and says: “Whoaaa there, Daiki. Never pegged you as that typa guy.”

he licks his thumb before walking away casually without a care in the world before calling out, “It ain’t fun here anymore, I’m bouncin’ out.”

by the time he leaves Aomine’s field of vision, he finally releases a pent-up sigh before calling out your name:

“... Come’ere… he didn’t do anythin’ to you right? Sheesh, I leave you alone for one second—alright, alright I guess it was more than a second… fine, it was several minutes… look, I’m sorry… okay, okay quit lecturing me… more importantly, promise me you don’t go out alone like that. It’s dangerous out there, y’know.”

when you finally ask about what he meant by his threat to Haizaki, he smugly replies, “Aw, that? I gave him a hard sock earlier. Went down pretty easily.”

Murasakibara Atsushi

it’s quite rare that Murasakibara would agree to going to Tokyo temporarily over break, let alone leave his house, but here you two are, resting on the park benches in Tokyo

shortly after, you went to the nearest arcade hall, begging and tugging him along with you to try the strength test for the jackpot prize (totally using his physique to nab home prizes and merch LOL)

he only agreed because you looked way too excited for him to turn the plan down

he still enjoyed himself, if he was being honest; it’s just you, him, his snacks, and some games you both are playing together

Murasakibara notices that the arcade also has a mini food court to the side, and he immediately pouts at you to let him go tasting galore on a food binge

and you laugh, telling him to “hurry up” to tease him and letting him know that you were staying here to try to earn more points to exchange for rewards at the end

you entered a coin into the slot and hummed before seeing a START screen, but as soon as it went black into a loading screen you saw someone’s reflection on it

Haizaki was right behind you

“Whaddya know? Would ya look at that?” he says, hands in his pockets while sneering. “If it isn’t (y/n).”

you merely pretended that you didn’t hear him, considering that the arcade was pretty crowded and noisy, and went on to playing the game in front of you

you hoped that by the time you were done with the round, he’d be gone, but his reflection was very much still there on the arcade machine screen, depicting his laid-back posture against the back of another arcade machine, watching you with complete amusement

after spending all the available coins on hand and still sensing him behind you, you promptly turned to your left to head for the coin machine and acted completely casual, but before you got too far ahead, Haizaki easily blocks your path with an outstretched arm, the hand against the arcade machine

“Whoaaa,” he drawls. “That’s pretty fucked up for you to ignore me like that.”

“... You’re blocking the way, so can you please kindly let me pass?” you flatly say, not bothering to look at his face

“What’s with the cold shoulder?” He tilts his head with a crazed look in his eyes that spelled unpredictability. “I just came and stopped by to say hello to an old friend from Teiko. Nothin’ wrong with that, hm?”

“Look,” you sigh. “You’re in the way, and I wish to spend my time here left alone. No, I’m not interested in small talk. No, I’m not in the mood for a bite with you. No, I don’t want to give you my number. Did I address everything?” you finally turned your face to look at Haizaki, but his face contorts to one of a dangerous beast

“Good, good…” he slowly says. “You haven’t changed one bit, haven’t ya? I was wonderin’ where that feisty side of yours went.”

perhaps you shouldn’t have spoken up after all; it only riled him up more

before you can formulate any further thoughts, he grabs your chin and directed it towards him, and you immediately froze up

you tried to dart your eyes around you if anyone noticed, but no one seems to pay attention

“What’s the matter?” he asks. “Cat got ya tongue?” when he looks to where your gaze was at, he chuckles before drawing closer to your face. “No one’s gonna help… not when they think we’re a little thing…”

but he instantly feels a heavy hand on his shoulder, and Haizaki turns around, ready to cuss the perpetrator out, but his eyes widen when he sees a furious Murasakibara

a giant with a very, very hostile aura… even nearby crowds dispersed out of fear for their safety

“Hands off of (y/n)-chin, pest.”

“Oho?” Haizaki releases your face and completely turns around to face him. “Well if it isn’t Atsushi… been a while hasn’t it?” he brings up a hand in a shrugging motion. “While I’d love to chat, I’m busy. Scram.”

“Touch (y/n)-chin again, and I’ll break all of your fingers.”

“Huh?” Haizaki licks his right thumb. “What’s up with ya? It’s non’ya business.”

you took this as an opportunity to run to Murasakibara’s side and seek shelter behind his back, which Haizaki raises a defiant brow

“Hmmm?” he smiles a slow smirk. “Was I really such bad company, (y/n)?”

his smile was completely wiped when he sees Murasakibara’s outstretched hand towards his head, and he deftly dodges his grasp before he walks off with a scoff

“I’m gonna crush him—”

“W-Wait! Just leave him be…” you held onto his torso in a full-attempt to stop him from going too far, and after a few moments, he relaxes with body and finally turns to face you

he doesn’t say anything but darts his eyes all over your figure to make sure there weren’t any injuries on you

he gently holds your hand before he tugs you to follow him to the food court

“Murasakibara…?”

“... You won’t be separated from me if we hold hands, (y/n)-chin.”

“I’m fine, you know.”

he doesn’t say anything more, and when you both settled into your table with your orders, he’s constantly staring at you and giving nonverbal cues that he wants to do PDA with you

becomes very protective and affectionate of you for the rest of the trip

grows very quiet and deep in thought until you reassure him that you were okay because of him stepping in to save you

Akashi Seijuro

it’d be extremely rare for you to ever bump into Haizaki, especially when the only chance you can see him is during the annual Winter Cup

Winter Cup arrives once again with the GoMs being 2nd years this time, and Akashi is still the same Oreshi ever since last Winter Cup

Haizaki definitely had seen you walking with Akashi very closely before the opening ceremony started, and it gave him ideas on how to “get back” against Akashi without directly confronting him

he was gonna mess with you

even after all those years, he still has that grudge against Akashi; the fact that he is one of the few people who has that power over him irritates him to no end

even when Akashi told Haizaki to quit long ago to help him save face, his pride was still heavily bruised

when he was sure Akashi wasn’t with you, he approached you while you were waiting outside the stadium

. . .

Akashi exits out of the locker rooms and carries his duffel bag before he heads to the entrance to greet you, excited in reuniting with you to talk about today’s games and your opinion on Rakuzan’s performance… that is, until what he saw made him beyond furious

“O-Ow…!”

“If ya want someone to blame for,” Haizaki sneers. “Ya can thank Akashi for messin’ with me, yeah? Don’t take it too hard babe, but I’m just returnin’ the favor… by proxy.”

Akashi strides over to the two of you with the intensity of death that would even surprise Bokushi himself

“Haizaki.”

at the sound of his eerily calm voice, Haizaki turns over to Akashi, and his glee is immediately wiped off his face and replaced with one of anger… and hidden fear

he suddenly drops you from his chokehold, and as you hit the ground, coughing to intake air, he turns to Akashi with a vengeful look

after a suffocating staredown between the two, Haizaki tuts and turns to leave in unspoken defeat, knowing full well the consequences from defying against Akashi; it’s something he never did in Teiko and certainly not something he would risk doing now

Akashi immediately drops his cold facade and rushes over to your side, rubbing your back and examining the slight bruises on your neck

his HIGHEST priority at that very moment was your safety, and he decided to take you to a doctor and then to your home, opting to cancelling/rescheduling any plans for today despite your objections

all the while, he coos softly at you and touches you with such care and gentleness that you managed to calm your heartbeat from that sudden attempt of assault

as soon as he feels like you’re safe, mentally and physically (and probably in a safe environment with either a GoM or at your own home), he reveals his true emotions on his face regarding the incident for the first time when he’s alone

being super considerate about your current mental state, he didn’t want to potentially scare you even more with his anger and much more negative emotions

for the first time, he allows his darker thoughts to simmer and stir… it’s one of those rare times where he wishes that Bokushi still existed within him

he eventually finds time to pay a visit to Fukuda Sōgō… to make nice… threats conversation

if you somehow figured out that he was going to do that, only when you convinced him is when he’ll decide to back down

but that’s only IF you figured out about how Akashi really felt about this…

#knb #knb headcanon #knb headcanons #knb x reader #knb x y/n #aomine daiki #aomine x reader #aomine daiki x reader #murasakibara atsushi #murasakibara x reader #murasakibara atsushi x reader #akashi seijuro #akashi x reader #akashi seijuro x reader #haizaki shougo #haizaki shogo #kuroko no basket #knb fic #knb fics

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i’m sorry but i luv your writing/thot process so i have to share this: imagine superstar trainer kiri marrying ur mom. he’s only a few years older (and you had a crush on him first) so you avoid him bc you’re shy/uncomfortable with it. your plans are foiled when mom’s away and y’all are stuck at home during a snow storm, power out, no heat/gas, and no matter how many layers u use nothing beats body heat. kiri is so sweet and just wants to get close and keep you warm/see whats under ur sweats

I’m literally melting rn

Like imagine Kiri shuffling closer to you on the couch, scooting underneath the blankets you have piled around your body.

He keeps getting closer and closer and closer until he’s pressed up against you, and he feels like a heater, warm and cozy and comfortable. You don’t mind burrowing down into his side a bit, only blushing a little when the big man chuckles at your behavior.

There’s a movie playing on the TV, but you’re kind of sleepy, and your stepdad feels so sturdy and safe against your side, and you’re finally warming to a comfortable temperature, and before you know it, you’re fast asleep.

When you wake up, you’re laying down on a solid surface, heat wrapped around your body and trapped beneath the blankets. The surface rumbles and shifts, and only then do you realize that Kirishima must have moved you.

The room is dark, TV off, lights out. The wind is still howling and moaning outside like a mourner at a grave, beating against the windows and crying to the sky.

Lifting your head means you get a view of Kiri’s face, of his handsome, relaxed self as he gazes down at you, a pleased, soft smile on his features.

You go to apologize for falling asleep on him and for inconveniencing him, but Kirishima doesn’t let you. “It’s warmer this way, plus, I like holding something while I sleep.”

He has his arms wrapped around you, thick biceps pressing heavy against your shoulders, keeping you flush to his muscular chest. You blush a little at the position, shifting your legs and trying not to do anything weird.

But in moving your legs around, you find yourself straddling his thigh, the stocky limb flexing underneath your weight, Kirishima twitching.

“Sorry-” You blush again, intending on moving, but your stepdad drops a hand to your hip, steadying you.

“No, don’t apologize, I get it.” He winks at you, before jiggling his thigh a bit, settling you down further onto it. “I remember doing stuff like this back in high school, I know it feels good.”

A long moment of silence stretched between you two as you processed his words, feeling increasingly awkward.

“Um, okay...” Was all you could come up with.

Kirishima laughed a bit. “You’ve never cuddled with anyone before? It’s nice, isn’t it? ‘Specially with the heat out like this. Power went out while you were sleeping.”

You felt a little silly now, ducking your head and dropping your gaze. That would explain why the lights were off. You had just assumed the movie had finished playing and your stepdad had turned it off, but apparently that wasn’t the case.

“Temp’s gonna drop fast, we’re probably going to have to use good ‘ole body heat while we sleep. You wanna move to the bed? Or just sleep here?”

A shrug, and Kirishima smiled. “Okie-doke, bed it is. Thank goodness, my back would kill me if I tried to sleep on the couch. Gettin’ old s’no fun.”

The man sat up, and you quickly disentangled yourself from him, ignoring the way his thigh rubbed in between your legs as he moved about. As soon as you felt the chill of the room, you shivered, clacking your teeth together and snatching the blanket tight around yourself.

“Oh, that’s so cold, fuck.”

“Hey, watch your language-” Kirishima chided, rising to his feet as he gathered the rest of the blankets up into his arms. “No potty mouths in this house, yeah? Keep it clean.”

He’d been married to your mom for almost a year now, and Kirishima had easily fallen into the “father figure” role, despite the fact that it wasn’t necessarily needed.

But you indulged him by laughing at his corny dad jokes, complimenting the various meats he grilled for meals, keeping your judgements about his questionable fashion choices to yourself instead of blurting them out to his face.

Kirishima led the way to the master bedroom, the room he shared with your mom, stating that the bed was bigger, it’d be more comfortable. Did you really expect him to fit into your bed?

He was a big man, strong and solid. He was able to throw you over one shoulder, your mom over the other, and run around the house whooping while the two of you laughed and pounded on his back.

“Alright-” Kirishima tossed his armful of blankets onto the bed he shared with your mom, immediately fluffing them up and pulling at the edges until he was satisfied.

The man pulled back the edge, holding it ups as he turned to you. “Head on inside!”

It was cold at first, the sheets and blankets chilly. You snuggled up to Kirishima as soon as the big man laid down, making him laugh a bit as your teeth chattered together.

“S-sorry it’s just so-so c-cold.” You explained.

“Your nose is all red, you look so cute.” His smile is warm, his hands even warmer as they begin to rub up and down your sides.

You don’t know how to respond, let yourself relax into the comforting touch, his fingertips dancing over your sweater.

“So.....” Kiri starts “You’ve never had a boyfriend then? You got so quiet when I asked if you’ve cuddled with someone before.”

A blush rose to your cheeks, and you shook your head. “No, I have. I broke up with him a little bit before you and mom started dating.”

The redhead’s quiet for a moment, then tucks his chin over your head, drawing you closer into his chest. “I’m sorry. Relationships can be hard, I know.”

“It was for the best, I think.” You continue, letting your stepdad rub your back as you talked. “We just didn’t really jive well together I guess. Wish we’d figured that out sooner though.”

The man pressed against you is so sturdy, solid and radiating heat like a furnace. It’s easy to relax in his easy-going presence.

“Well, if you ever miss cuddling, don’t hesitate to come find me, yeah? It’s one of my favorites.”

Kirishima was a touchy man, and it was obvious that his love language was touch, so it made sense. He always had his thick arms wrapped around your mom, was holding her hand, holding yours, placing kisses on your cheeks, kissing your mom every chance he got.

Sometimes he asked you to brush out his hair for him, when you weren’t busy or anything. He’d relax into jelly as you ran the hairbrush through his red locks, contented little sighs falling from his lips.

“Okay, I’ll do that.” You chuckle, thinking to yourself how the world had a funny sense of humor.

Truthfully, when you’d first been introduced to the man your mom had recently started dating, you’d developed a hopeless crush. He was attractive, kind, funny; if your mom wasn't dating him, you would’ve asked for his number.

A small part of you was irritated that the man was young enough for you to date him, your mother unbothered by the sugar stereotype she’d developed.

But ah well, what’s done is done.

“You know, I didn’t know what I'd be like having a daughter.” Kirishima soft voice breaks you out of your thoughts. “You’re almost more like.... I dunno, a friend? If that makes sense. I feel like we’re buddies.”

“Yeah, I feel like that too.” You confess, breathing into his neck, able to smell the cologne he uses, something heady and strong and manly.

A comfortable silence settles around you both, nothing but soft breaths and Kirishima’s warm hands rubbing gently over your body, against your sides, up and down your back, massaging your shoulders.

They traveled too close to your tummy, and you choked out a laugh, flinching away from Kirishima.

“Don’t, ‘m ticklish.” Came your breathless, giggly warning.

“Yeah? Yeah?” The redhead grinned, a glint in his eye, barely noticeable before he pounced, rolling over until you were smothered beneath his hefty weight, unable to move.

Horrible, terrible fingers descended, dug into your ribs and you shrieked, wide smile breaking across your features as your stepdad tickled you.

This is what happiness was made of.

Warm and fuzzy, the smell of rain, the sound of it pattering against the roof. Strong arms around you, a laugh on your lips.

Kirishima’s thigh slipped in between yours, pressed upwards, and you choked on a breath, hands immediately clutching at the man’s biceps.

“You’re so sensitive, it’s so cute.”

No time to say his name, ask any questions. He was situating you on your side, legs tangled with his, a big, beefy thigh still flush against your clothed sex.

“Mm, you ever do this with your boyfriend?” The redhead was moving, hands gripping your waist now, dragging you along his thigh, and you kept bumping up against his chest, his toned stomach.

“Yes-yeah.” Was your breathless reply, head whirling, eyes wide. This isn’t really what you were expecting, not from your stepdad.

But it wasn’t entirely unwelcome.

That’s why you weren’t screaming your head off, recoiling in disgust, scrambling for the phone to call your mom, the police.

No, you were still, pliant against Kirishima as he moved your body, his lazy red eyes fixed on your face. “Hm? Feels nice, doesn’t it? You like it?”

A shaky nod is all you can muster, feeling yourself beginning to drip against your stepdad’s thigh, slick all over your folds, the skin tingling, making your hips jump as your clit pulsed at the stimulation.

God, it felt good.

“You make me so happy, y’know? Such a pretty, smart girl.” He praised, and now you could feel it - feel the cock filling out against your tummy, hot and wet, leaking.

“I really hit the jackpot. A beautiful wife, a gorgeous daughter... I love you so, so much.” Kirishima was breathing heavier, his fingers digging into your hipbones as he dragged you back and forth against him. “You’re the best thing that ever happened to me. Just wanna take care of you, yeah? Make you cum lots, whatever you want.”

Almost feverish now, his hips twitching forward, pushing against your tummy again and again, rubbing his cock against your soft flesh, groaning in your ear, breath stuttering-

And then a long moan, a burst of warmth soaking through your pajama shirt, right where the tip of Kiri’s cock rested.

“Oh shit-” He gasped, sucking in air, muscles flexing as he drew back his legs, hands shakily pushing you onto your back.

“That - Jesus, you really got me goin’.” Kiri panted, beginning to kiss at your neck, one of his hands diving into your pajama pants, straight down to strum over your clit.

Already keyed up from the dry humping, veins pumping with excitement, arousal, the thrill of being touched and fondled by your-your stepdad.

A finger teased at your hole, then inched inside, and you bucked your hips, crying out a bit.

“Hey, hey-” He was still a little breathless, a little lightheaded from his orgasm, but the man was determined.

“It’s okay, it’s okay. I got you. I’m always gonna take care of my girl.”

#kirishima #dark kirishima #tw.dark content #kirishima x reader #kiri #kirishima imagine #bnha kirishima #Kirishima Eijirou #eijirou

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dizzydancingdreamer · 4 years ago

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“Corn Syrup, Like in Carrie” | The Mikaelson Boys

Hey my lovelies this is my fic for @hellotvshowtrash ‘s March Prompt Challenge— I hope you all enjoy and especially you, Ash! I literally wrote this in a few hours so I hope it isn’t terrible; I wanted to make sure I actually submitted this month though because you put a lot of hard work into making fun things for us. I haven’t written for these boys in a while so this was nice :)

Description: Y/n drags Kol into a plan that is more dumb luck than actual planning— is it even a question that he would be willing to help?

Pairing: The Mikaelson Boys x Female!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of blood and death but in a casual, funny way (sadistic but funny), this might be the grungiest thing I’ve written to date

Word count: 1.99k (it’s literally 1999k, I pushed this as far as possible)

Tags: Fluff, a lil angst if you squint (squint is used loosely here)

Prompt: “This plan of yours is going to get us killed. Of course I’m in.”

Kudos if you get the picture easter egg!

“You want to do what now?”

She huffs but the wicked smile on her face carves through the annoyance— of course she isn’t actually exasperated with him.

“You heard me Kol— I want to scare him!”

The brown eyed vamp rolls his eyes but his own grin is just as cunning. She can see the spark in his eyes, that little glint that lets her know everything she needs to know— lets her know that he’s in.

All in.

“You know that’s impossible darling,” he toys, his smirk too coy for a man over a thousand years old. “Klaus doesn’t get scared.”

She laughs— that’s what he thinks.

Kol’s brows push together, the glint growing alongside his smile, his sharp teeth poking into his lip. “I know that look— that look is never good.”

She meets him where he leans against the countertop, hopping up beside him and wrapping her arms around his cool shoulders. “Oh it’s good alright, Kol-y. I think you’ll like it very much.”

He turns towards her, running his nose across her jaw, peppering a few kisses against her skin before tilting his face up. “Well out with it then, darling— what’s the plan?”

She giggles, pressing her lips against his quickly before pulling back, pecking the vampire’s nose when he scrunches it. She shakes her head at his puppy dog eyes— easily distracted, that one is.

She leans down, whispering her idea into his ear, her chest blossoming with warmth when he shivers against her lips. She can’t tell if it’s because of how close she is or because he likes her plan— both, most likely. When she finishes speaking she nips his ear, tugging gently before releasing him. He groans when his ear meets the cool kitchen air, twisting to push between her legs.

He leans down, pressing his lips against her again. She can taste the mischief on his lips, tangy and sharp— someone has been eating blackberries again.

“You’re a menace darling.”

“Hmm—” she hums her agreement against his berry lips— “I learned from the best.”

He chuckles and this time she shivers, his lips trailing down her neck. “Is that so?”

She pushes against his chest, trying to regain some of his attention. This is important. She slips her fingers into his soft hair, knitting them between the strands and tugging until his baby browns meet her gaze. He sighs, his smile less menacing and more longing than moments ago. He raises his brow, his eyes flitting to her neck before going back to her eyes— are you going to speak or can I go back to what I was doing?

She huffs.

“Are you in or not, Mikaelson?” She grinds out as he tugs against her hand, just barely nipping at her sensitive skin.

He groans when she pulls her throat away from his ministrations, finally standing straight again. His hands slide up the sides of her neck, smoothing against her jaw, fingers hooking behind her ears.

“This plan of yours is going to get us killed, darling.” His soft grin sharpens as he speaks, the glint resurfacing in his eyes. To her it makes him look beautiful. It makes him look dangerous. “Of course I’m in.”

** ** ** ** ** ** ** ** ** **

“Alright,” Kol announces, his cheerful voice drifting from the entrance to the compound to where she lays in a heap next to the couch. “He’s coming down the street now— I can hear him on the phone. I think he’s talking to Elijah.”

She can’t see the vamp but she knows that the mirth in his voice is much too extensive considering what they are about to do. Oh well. She raises a hand— she can’t speak with the blonde who’s now on their street hearing— signalling for him to get into place—

—and for him to dump the bucket of corn syrup, red dye number five, and just enough of her blood to make it smell real all over her body.

It goes on warm and sticky, scarily similar to actual blood, drenching the t-shirt she has decided to sacrifice. It’s for a good cause, she has to remind herself. Her skin itches where the mixture clings to her and she has to keep from giggling, her shoulders shaking. This had better work.

Kol’s boot nudges against her butt, tsking as she swallows another giggle. “Get with it darling— he’s almost here.”

She nods, splaying her limbs out in a way she imagines a dead— or almost dead— body would look. She doesn’t have to imagine too hard.

“Good job,” Kol whispers. “Billy Loomis would be proud.”

She smiles quickly at the reference— part of her plan was making him watch Scream with her.

“He’s here— let’s do this—“

The end of his sentence is cut off by a yell— his yell. They have to cover the sound of her heartbeat somehow. She can only keep her heart so steady and she’s not trying to give herself away before the fun has really begun. Thank heaven Kol has a good pair of lungs— and that he doesn’t need to breathe.

“Yeah I just go ba— Kol?” Like with Kol, she can’t see Klaus but she can hear him and the way his voice falters in confusion.

“Brother—” the way Kol’s voice hitches at the end of the word makes her almost break character. Someone sign this man up for an Oscar immediately— “I don’t know what happened. I left to get some of that ice cream she’s always talking about and— and—”

Klaus doesn’t speak but over Kol’s scarily astute acting she can hear commotion on the other end of his cellphone. Elijah— jackpot.

A double prank.

“Elijah give me a minute— Kol, what happened?”

Klaus’ heavy boots thunk against the concrete, the vibrations radiating through her cheek where it presses against the ground. His steps are almost as thundering as his voice, both echoing through the open space.

Kol plays along with his brother’s anger, matching it with his own. “I just said I don’t know!”

“What do you mean you don’t know! Look at her and tell me what you see—” his words stop, the air punctuated by a loud crack, no doubt the sound of his Iphone shattering into a hundred pieces.

Oops.

Suddenly there are hands on her back, nudging her softly, pulling at the sticky fabric of her t-shirt. You’re going to have to do better than that to wake the dead, babe. His hands get steadily more frantic— and more slimy— dragging the blood concoction into her hair as he checks her scalp and neck for injury. She holds her breath as his hand wraps around her jaw, lifting her face gently.

“Fuck, Kol, why is she bleeding so much?”

Kol only screeches in answer— again, she almost loses it. Klaus must not like that answer very much because he curses under his breath. Well, under his breath is a relative term. She is sure the entirety of Bourbon street hears the F-bomb he drops. The word is accompanied by the sound of her shirt being ripped in two. Here we go.

She feels a whoosh of air against her now revealed skin, steeling against the shiver that creeps up her spine at the cold air. Soon there is another pair of hands on her, sliding down her slick arms. She can picture the dyed corn syrup staining Elijah's dress shirt and the glare in his dark eyes when he realizes she has teamed up with his brother to wreak mayhem.

“What’s going on? What happened?” His sultry voice is worse than the cold air— and much harder to stave off.

“I don’t know—” both Klaus and Kol speak in unison, Klaus taking over for the both of them— “but there isn’t time to find out right now.”

Before she has time to process his words her body is being flipped over, her back pressing into the icy, sticky concrete. It takes all of her strength not to squeal at the contact. She hears a noise much too juicy for her liking before a warm artery is pressed against the seam of her lips. Perfect!

“C’mon love, please—”

When her mouth fills with a thick, metallic substance she breaks, springing forward and coughing wildly, making sure to swallow a good amount before hacking the rest up. She runs an arm across her eyelids, trying to unstick them but only managing to coat her eyelashes even more.

When she finally manages to peel her eyes open, spitting the last of Klaus’ blood out of her mouth, she is met with the faces of two shocked vampires and one vampire who is laughing his ass off. Kol’s laughter is infectious— especially because she’s been holding back giggles since the start of their ruse— and soon she is joining him, laughing so hard she falls backwards again into the goo.

For a moment there is silence— only the sound of her and Kol’s laughter— before it gives way to Klaus’ deathly calm voice. “What the hell is going on here?”

She pushes herself up on an elbow, flashing him a scarlet drenched smile— she would give anything to see her crimson teeth right now. She runs her tongue over them to enhance the point.

“Did I scare you?”

His eyes flash with black. “Did you scare me—”

“Yes, you scared us!” Elijah’s red hands wrap around her forearms, hauling her into his chest without a care for his white shirt. “May I ask why?”

Elijah’s chest shudders, his arms curling around her waist. He wasn’t lying— he’s terrified. He smells like cooking oil and metal but she doesn’t care— he’s too warm for her to mind. His lips press against her forehead and she almost feels bad.

Almost.

A hand wraps around her hair from behind, yanking her back from his brother’s chest. “What Elijah means to say is can we demand why? Why you would try something like that?”

She dips her head further back, squinting up at the furious blonde. “Oh you already know why, love.”

He rolls his eyes, his jaw clenched but leaning down to brush his cheek against hers regardless. “Indulge me anyway.”

She tilts her head, skimming her tacky lips against his stubble. “To make a point.”

“Oh yeah? And what point might that be?”

“That I am fragile—” she pulls upright, turning in Elijah’s arms and dropping the cheshire grin— “that you can’t protect me all the time—” she pushes forward, crawling onto Klaus’ drenched lap— “that I need to be like you.”

He sighs, his forehead dropping against hers, his hands curling around her jaw. “This again?”

Her arms hook around his neck, fingers tangling in his blonde hair. “You know I’m right.”

Klaus’ shoulders slump, his golden eyebrows knitting together. “Does it have to be right now?”

“Your blood is already in my system.”

“You’re going to be the death of me, you know that?”

She smiles back at him, leaning in for what she hopes is one last human kiss. “Shouldn’t I be the one saying that?”

He only sighs, shaking his head as Kol laces his fingers with hers. She turns to the brown eyed vamp just in time to see him pass her a mischievous wink.

It is the last thing she sees before the world around her goes dark.

** ** ** ** ** ** ** ** ** **

She wakes feeling significantly less sticky than she had when she blacked out— and significantly more hungry. She can’t remember the last time her throat was dry like this. Is she catching a cold? She shifts slightly, her elbow piling into a pillow underneath her. The pillow grunts.

Not a pillow.

Kol rises beside her, pressing a hand to her chest until she falls back against the mattress and then rolling on top of her, sinking his face against her neck. The words he mumbles into her skin make her dead heart stop in the best way.

“I told you that plan would get you killed.”

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