#ada mesmer x reader

[rosemaze-reveries]

During an interview, the manor guests suddenly get a question about you.

this is def an experimental format!! i got this idea while reading the character letters. in the POV of an unknown interviewer (not reader). reader uses they/them.

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Q. Could you describe your relationship with (Y/N)?

🔗 Ada - "Yes, that's my lover. I would say our relationship falls within the typical scope of that sort of thing. Of course, I believe we share something special, but everyone does when they're in love, don't they?" She covers all her bases in one decisive breath, leaving little room for me to comment.

⚰️ Aesop sits perfectly upright, fingers threaded at his knees. His eyes drift to the side and he seems to begin speaking mid-thought. "I had... cautioned myself not to upset their perception of me," he explains. "But they pried, and stayed, regardless of what they found... For that, I'm grateful."

📰 Alice has kept a sharp eye on me the entire time, but it's at this question that she drops the formalities. "I wasn't aware you would be prying into my personal affairs. Where did you learn that name?" Her frankness pins me in place. For some reason, I end up apologizing.

🔮 Eli can't help a sheepish smile from blooming across his face. "Well, truthfully... I don't use this term lightly, but they might be the love of my life." He has been consistently grounded with his responses, so I'm surprised to catch him flustered, however subtle it is. Personally, I'm touched.

❤️‍🩹 Emil considers for a moment. He doesn't meet me in the eye, instead pinning his gaze on nowhere in particular. A faint smile ghosts his lips. After a while, he answers, simply, "Safe."

💉 Emily's hands are folded neatly on her lap. At the mention of that name, her shoulders tense, but she otherwise maintains her composure. "Someone I trust." Her answer is vague and cautious, but acceptable. I'll try to uncover a deeper meaning behind that 'trust'.

🌪️ Ithaqua - "Mine." He is curt and to the point. Yours? I echo, hoping he'll elaborate. His head tilts to the side, and while I can't see the face behind his mask, a sense of dread suddenly overcomes me. I decide not to press further.

✂️ Jack stretches out his hand of blades, flexing each finger in front of him. I can't deny the cold sweat that drips down my spine just by being in his presence. "May I respond with a question of my own?" he says to me. "Suppose a butterfly loses its way, and winds up caught in a spider's web. Wouldn't you agree that the more it writhes and struggles, the more exhilarated the spider becomes?" I don't have the courage to hear out the rest of this analogy.

🍀 Lucky - "I've always been known as a pretty lucky guy, but the luckiest day of my life was when I met them! I remember it was the—" He drags me down a long-winded story about their life together. I get the idea. Eventually I'm forced to cut him off.

🩰 Margaretha twirls a curl of hair, a meek blush dusting her cheeks. "Have you ever been in love before? You're never prepared for the magic of it all. I feel a new rush with them everyday. I know, realistically, all good things come to an end, so I tried to remind myself to expect the worst, but they've proven over and over that... I'll never feel safer than in their arms." After rambling for some time, a look of surprise flashes across her face. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to go off like that. Oh, but I've just never met someone who feels so much like true love before."

🔫 Martha doesn't miss a beat. "Sorry, I don't know anyone by that name." I look down to double-check the name written in her file. Her watchful gaze follows my line of sight. Are you sure? I try. "Must've been some confusion somewhere," she insists. The next day, I realize all my files on her and (Y/N) have gone missing.

🪡 Matthias - "Wh-What?" he starts, but keeps going before I can repeat the question. "Oh, uh, an ally, I guess." Well, I gathered that much. When I press for more details, his head sinks low, fingers grasping at the armrest. "I don't know what they saw in me. Was it out of pity?"

🤹 Mike's eyes light up and he blinds me with a contagious smile. "(Y/N)'s a sneaky one, and I mean it—they've got me under the trickiest spell of all. Guess what happens every time I think about them?" Egged on by his grin, I take the bait. You get lovesick? I guess. Suddenly, he tosses a handful of butterfly glitter in my face. "I get butterflies!" Very funny, I sigh, exasperated with these carnies. Why did he have that on hand in the first place?

🧲 Norton leans back in his chair, scowling. "What's that got to do with anything?" He snaps a couple times in my face, urging me to "stay on topic." It's hard to say if this question struck a nerve, as he's been uncooperative for most of this interview, but my suspicions point me to prod further. After all, it'd have been much easier if he just said he didn't know them.

🦋 Vera's face contorts into a leery, hostile glower. "Why do you ask that?" Before I can say anything to mitigate the rising tension, she catches herself, and her expression softens slightly. "I'm sorry. That's... someone quite dear to me, so your question took me by surprise."

🐍 Yidhra's follower goes pale, clearly unnerved. "She won't answer that," she tells me through shallow breaths. "Th-This isn't my place to say, but I'd advise you not to involve yourself with that person." As if on cue, I get a sensation I can only describe as a hand slowly wrapping around my neck. It disappears when I move to scratch it. Must've been my imagination.

Part 2

[identity-lovecore]

hi !!! could i request victor, ganji, emil (which can be poly with ada, if you'd like to) with an s/o who can like cook the most aperitive, divine, scrumptious, mouth-watering food ?? like im talking the one scene in ratatouille where the food critic get flashbacks to his childhood energy

ganji... mwah . literally one of the best little guys. response under the cut!! poly emil and ada x reader, too! separate for all three (four?) of course.

Victor always gets super excited when he sees you working in the kitchen. His whole face literally lights up. He'll run into the kitchen, just to watch you work. He certainly isn't a picky eater, so he'll be super excited to try just about anything. Sometimes, Victor will wrap his arms around your waist and lay his jaw against your shoulder while you cook. He likes watching and observing what you do!!!

Ganji, on the other hand, would be super embarrassed whenever you cook him a meal. He gets all flustered, his face heating up. He's never exactly sure why you like to cook for him, and insists that you shouldn't have. He certainly adores when you do cook him food, though. He'll enjoy it even more if you sit down and eat with him as well.

Emil... definitely cannot cook. He just can't get the hang of it. Ada, on the other hand, is a nice cook, but doesn't exactly have the time to prepare meals when she has work to do. So, that leaves you to do the cooking. Emil will want to watch you work, while the two of you plan to go surprise Ada with the dish later. Emil is fascinated by how well you cook. And, if you and Ada work on the dish together, it's always a wonderful dinner for the three of you.

[oletus-writer]

Ada Mesmer NSFW Alphabet

Warnings: nsfw, poly adaemil

A = Aftercare (what they're like after sex)

She’s gentle and tender, both during sex and after, so expect to be pampered. She does expect for you to give the same treatment and tend to her needs in return, but she won’t hold it against you if you cannot.

B = Body part (their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner's)

She likes not only the entirety of your body, but also the way you hold yourself, the subtle changes in your body language that reveal to her more than one could speak. Her favourite part of hers is her hair, as she takes great pride in keeping it voluminous and luscious.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Often her orgasms include squirting, and while she would try to stop it if you don’t like the mess, she can be caught up in the moment and forget to do so.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

If you are open to a relationship between both her and Emil, then she’ll, of course, want to have a threesome sometime. There is a part of her who wants to roleplay, as well as being dominated, since Emil is unable to give her that.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?)

Ada has good experience both with men and women, and is good at reading body language. She won’t push if she thinks you’ll be uncomfortable, and will make sure you’re not simply agreeing to please her.

F = Favourite position (this goes without saying)

Missionary’s a classic, and she enjoys seeing you under her, or feeling you above her. She likes to lean back on her heels and see how much of a mess you are.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Ada might crack jokes beforehand to lighten the mood if you’re nervous, but won’t make any during, as she doesn’t want to ruin the mood, as it might make Emil feel a bit off about the whole thing.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes?)

She’s not fully shaved, but keeps it trimmed, and doesn’t mind if you have any hair. She’s not vain enough to dye her pubes the same colour as her hair when she has skins, and isn’t embarrassed about it at all.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? are they romantic?)

She is intimate, less so romantic, as she has plenty of time to pamper you when you’re not having sex. She thinks sex is an intimate thing, and will tend to your needs before hers.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcannon)

Sometimes she masturbates, as she has a higher sex drive than Emil, or if she’s busy. Moments when she’s horny but doesn’t want to have sex is rare, and mostly from stress, but she will discuss it with the two of you if it becomes frequent and if she finds herself rejecting, only to masturbate in secret.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

She likes to be dominant in the bedroom, and enjoys body worship and you calling her master/mistress/mommy, but other than that, she’s pretty vanilla.

L = Location (favourite places to have sex)

Of course, the bedroom. She won’t risk anything else, as she doesn’t want to be caught and doesn’t like taking that risk at all - sex is a private thing, and such intimacy shouldn’t be intruded upon by outsiders. Also Emil has anxiety.

M = Motivation (what turns them on?)

Be submissive to her, and she’ll be all over you. Naturally, she loves it when you dress up for her, and won’t be able to keep herself in check if you show up in, say, a maid dress. That being said, she also loves it if you’re being dominant, when you boss her around and call her a good girl with that voice of yours.

N = No (what turns them off?)

While she is up for roleplay, she doesn’t like any situations where one of you is pretending not to want the sex, or when there’s a severe power imbalance.

O = Oral (do they prefer giving or receiving? how skilled are they?)

She knows how to give Emil pleasure, and she knows her way around her own anatomy, so she’ll be able to give oral well, although she doesn’t have much experience with giving women oral.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual?)

She’s slow, taking her time to explore every inch of your body, backtracking when it makes you feel good. She might be fast and rough if you like it, but it tires her.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies)

Naturally, she’s alright with quickies, and doesn’t mind them, as long as they aren’t in places where the two of you won’t get caught - even if it’s in, say, a locked broom closet, she won’t do it. Most of the time she’s not afraid of being caught, moreso she’s afraid of how you’d react to the consequences.

R = Risk (are they experimental? do they take risks?)

She’s experimental, sure, but she won’t take any risks, no matter how big or how little the chances of consequences. She wants to make sure you and Emil are healthy both physically and mentally. That being said, she would take some risks if it was just the two of you alone…

S = Stamina (how long do they last?)

One or two rounds, perhaps, but she’s welcome for you to continue to play with her exhausted body afterwards. There’s a safe word for a reason, and she’s not hesitant to tell you when it a enough.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them?)

She knows her way around sex toys, such as vibrators, straps, dildos, etc, but doesn’t like to use the toys which lean more to the BDSM side of things, such as bondage or discipline, as she doesn’t like the idea of hurting you or preventing you from saying the safe word.

U = Unfair (how much do they like to tease?)

While she’s almost a service top (moreso a soft dom) she enjoys teasing and edging you, so that you’re a mess beneath her. It’s fair play if you do the same to retaliate; she might even enjoy it.

V = Volume (how loud are they?)

She’s pretty loud with her sweet moans, and vocal about what feels good and what doesn’t. She’s often bossing you around, even if she bottoms, because she’s so used to ordering Emil around.

W = Wild card (a random headcannon for the character)

She wants to be dominated, or to be fucked with Emil watching (or for you to fuck him while she’s watching).

X = X-ray (let's see what's going on under those clothes)

Brown nipples, I think, and her inner labial folds are a bit longer, and protrude from the rest of her vulva.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

It’s relatively high, higher than Emil’s, anyways. She’s perfectly fine if you can satisfy her every time, and doesn’t mind masturbating when you can’t. If it were up to her, though, you’d be having sex a few times a week.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Sex with her isn’t too rough, and you’ll have both her and Emil to satisfy you, so safe to say you won’t exhaust her to the point where she desperately needs a nap afterwards. She is happy to do most of the aftercare, and sometimes stays up to watch the two of you sleep.

[magknightidv]

I NEED TO STOP DISAPPEARING ISTG

Um any Idv characters x reader ideas, even if its just little prompts..

Characters I'd mainly like to write for even just a little (to ease myself back into writing) is:

Norton Campbell (literally my fav)

Fools Gold (ik hes norton but yk same applies)

Ithaqua

Sangria (MOTHER 😍)

Emil Mesmer

Ada Mesmer (they can be separate or together)

Orpheus (not the bird though, sorry not in the right headspace for him)

And lucky guy (i think hes silly :])

[aesopcatt]

Idv Characters I Write For

Emily Dyer  Emma Woods Naib Subedar Martha Behamfil Tracy Reznik Fiona Gilman Vera Nair Kevin Ayuso Margaretha (Margie) Zelle Eli Clark Aesop Carl Norton Campbell Patricia Dorval Mike Morton Jose Baden Demi Bourbon Victor Grantz  Andrew Kreiss Luca Balsa Melly Plinius Edgar Valden  Ganji Gupta  Anne Lester Emil Ada Mesmer Orpheus Joker (Weepy) Luchino Diruse Qi Shiyi Frederick Kreiburg Alice DeRoss Lilly Barriere (Platonic) Matthias Czernin Florian Brand Violetta  Michiko (platonic) Wu Chang Joseph Desaulniers Mary Antonio Galatea Claude Grace Alva Lorenz Ithaqua Sangria Fools Gold Lady Truth Mr. Inference Siegfried Melodis (Noir) White Gatto Desire Melodis (D.M) Necromancer Narcissus Lady Bella Kroto Ronald Of Nice Paranormal Detective Lockheart Sway Tuberose Datura Rosemary Phantom Sail

I write ships and x reader

I also write for other skins for characters

I write Ada and Emil together and separate 

I write for any ship that isn’t a pro-ship!!!!

[voidcat]

Hi Danyl, would you mind writing some Dazai headcanons? <3

Hi my dearest Kat, for you? Always<3

Despite the impression he gives off, Dazai is a serene driver, who drives like the world outside the vehicle does not exist.

Its a fact only few are aware, as it is an rare occurrence that he is driving— and one is willing to hop in. After all, considering how he acts on the daily, not many trust him behind the wheel.

Night comes with no trains left and an urgency waiting you on the other side of the next day, Kunikida calls out to Dazai, knowing he is slacking off already. Drivers duty is nothing compared to the towers of files waiting on his desk after all, and wait long waiting wrath of Kunikida on the other line, Dazai swiftly goes out, already waiting for you inside the car.

The full moon hung in the dark night sky and earphones in your ears, you steal glances at the normally enthusiastic and loud man besides you— now drown in complete silence, eyes fixed on the road, with an expression not quite blank but not burdened with any thoughts eating away.

Eyes back on the moon, you notice it’s bigger than usual if your perception isn’t deceiving you— and presenting itself wrapped in rainbows, a halo of yellow, red and slight green, the light of the moon itself offering the missing blue for this little art piece.

No matter how proper or rocky the roads may be, the car drives swiftly; you have to think for a second to recall the last time you have experienced a car ride this smooth, safe and sound; you have forgotten just how peaceful these can be, remembering once more why some people drive the night away to clear their head.

With music slowly taking over, the moon shining like this is its last day in the universe, the pitch black sky as if in a pocket dimension, and Dazai, now a completely different man next to you, you are nulled to sleep.

Only when the music has come to an end and Dazai is nearing a resting spot does your eyes open again, watching the moon light dance on his face— a new side to him, a new sight of Dazai Osamu you have reached the honor of witnessing.

[monster-disaster]

Can you do a female demon x female reader? I need more lesbian monster content !!!!

demon!female x human!Reader Good to know: smut

Summary: You meet an ex-classmate from college for an interview. She has other plans.

You can feel your professionalism slipping through your fingers with each passing second you spend in the female demon's presence.

The fragrance of her perfume fills your senses when Ada comes closer, sitting down on the armrest of the sofa. She leans against your side while gently holding your arm and caressing your skin with her freshly painted nails. The teasing touch sends shivers through your body.

"Your pictures don't give you enough justice," she says. "You are much prettier in real life."

Your voice gets stuck in your throat. "Oh?"

The woman hums, leaning closer. "I follow you on Instagram." Her plump lips ghost over the curve of your neck. "You are the sweetest in your colorful summer dresses."

"Thanks," you croak out, almost sounding like a question. Heat burns under your skin while your heart pounds in your chest.

"I hoped you would wear one of them today."

"I'm sorry?"

"It's fine," she chuckles, looking over your form shamelessly. You wear a white blouse with a dark blue skirt that reaches your knees and matches your high heels.

Standing up from the armrest, Ada moves in front of you. You feel cold without her firm body pressing against your side.

You watch her, mesmerized and breathless. "What are you doing?"

A slow grin pulls on her vivid red lips as she slips onto her knees. Your thighs clench at the sight of the woman.

Ironically, there is something ethereal about her. Perhaps it's the smoothness of her light pink skin or the gentle curls of her dark hair framing her horns, which are a few shades darker and gracefully trace the curve of her head. You can't be sure since there is so much you can admire about her. Your heart skips a beat as your eyes follow the straight slope of her nose and the firm curve of her full lips.

"Something I wanted to do since we met in college."

You can feel the warmth of her palms even through the thin fabric of your skirt as she rests them on your knees. Your muscles tense for a second when the beautiful demon pushes them apart while your mind struggles with keeping up with the woman. Her hands trail up on your legs, pushing your clothes up with the slow but confident motion.

Ada looks up at you with amusement in her eyes. "Did you know I liked you back then?"

You shake your head. You had no idea. The demon wasn't a mean girl by any means, but she was always... unreachable. Sometimes, you weren't even sure if she knew about your existence even though you spoke several times.

"I'm surprised," she chuckles.

By now, your thighs are bare under her caressing hands. Her thumbs move between your legs in slow circles, getting closer and closer to your panty-clad pussy.

"Why?" You ask. You sank deeper into the sofa without your noticing. You melt under her touch.

"All my friends knew about my crush on you."

You want to slap yourself across the face when the only reply you can force out of your mouth is an 'oh' and Ada laughs again, slipping her long, manicured finger under the damp fabric of your panties to pull it away.

"It's fine, though," she says. "I mean, this is my chance to make up for the lost time."

Your mind is blank as you try and fail to process everything. Your whole body is on edge with anticipation. There is a heavy knot in your belly, keeping you on the sofa, compliant and easy under Ada's attention.

"And it's definitely worth the wait," she grins, letting the tip of her thumb brush over your clit for a second. Just enough to take your breath away and send shivers down your spine.

"Really?" You gasp out, holding onto the leather of the sofa. Your nails dig into it, and you only hope you don't damage the fabric.

She hums, leaning closer. Her shoulders spread your legs apart even more.

When you woke up and got ready to do an interview with your old classmate about her successful company, you didn't think you would end up like this. Half-naked and wet in her office while she feasts on the sight of you.

"So pretty," she says, letting her finger slide over your wet slit once again, parting your lips in the process to get a better view of your soft, glistening center. "And smells so good."

Your mouth opens to say something, but before you can form words, the demon grabs the flesh of your thighs to tug you to the edge of the seat.

"Hold them for me," she says, holding up your legs until you reach behind your knees to do as she says.

Heat and embarrassment flood your whole body in the new, vulnerable position.

"Good," she hums, reaching under you with one hand to grope your bottom while her other hand keeps your panties out of the way.

You watch Ada transfixed as she leans down and licks your pussy with one long swipe. Her eyes are on you the whole time, staring at your unfocused eyes, open lips, and heaving chest. The demon's mouth moves up to your clit, flicking it with her tongue before sucking the sensitive bud into her mouth. Her cheeks hollow, and your back arches. Your legs almost slip out of your hold as your toes curl with pleasure.

"Ada." Her name escapes your lips as a moan, and she hums, satisfied.

"You taste so good, Y/N," she says. Her lips and chin shine because of your wetness. "I imagined being between your legs so many times since you called to get an appointment with me."

"Really?" You gasp out, her thumb works on your clit, not giving you any break even while she talks.

You called her because of the interview a week ago.

"Really," she replies. "I was so angry when I couldn't find a date sooner to meet you."

"It's fine," you gasp. Your hips grind up against her hand. Her fingers are soaked with your juices by now.

The female chuckles. "It is now."

She winks at you before lowering her face down back to your pussy, opening your lips to feast and slurp on you. Her finger doesn't stop on your clit while your climax builds inside you with each passing second.

"I'm almost there," you groan, closing your eyes.

Ada hums. The vibration of her reply rolls through your body in thick weaves. You moan and gush around her tongue that slipped inside your aching hole while you were busy chasing your pleasure under her caress. 

Ada's tongue fucks your pussy while teasing your clit and making you see stars under your closed eyelids. Your orgasm ripples and trembles through you while your muscles jerk and twitch, and your nails dig into your own skin at the curve of your knees.

For long seconds, the world stops existing while you sag into the sofa, and the woman still between your legs cleans you up with long swipes. Every touch and lick of her tongue on your sensitive flesh makes you twitch and shake.

When you lift your head to look at her, she grins at you hungrily. "We can start the interview now."

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[look-at-the-soul]

Every little thing you do - Part 6

Tommy Shelby x reader

Series master list

🥰So another part to this series, thank you so much for all your support and encouragement! It means the world ♥️ and as I take your feedback seriously, I can assure you Tommy will be looking for a housekeeper substitute 🤭

Word count: 3,138

Y/N prayed silently her dress would close, Ada suggested getting it slightly loose at certain places just in case, because overnight, her belly was showing and most of her clothes wouldn’t fit anymore. It was funny because it only looked as if she was bloated but it was enough for a zipper to break.

“You ready?” Polly asked just as she knocked on the door, stepping in right away. As usual, she looked so elegant in her attire.

“Her dress is beautiful Mrs. Gray.” Y/N’s grandma pointed out making Y/N blush, she then turned to Polly. “And you look stunning.”

Polly nodded acknowledging her compliment.

“I can’t believe I’m wearing this gown.” Y/N stated staring at her reflection in the mirror, she looked like a completely different person with her hair up in a simple but elegant hairstyle, make up in just the right places, accenting her features, and the dress fit like a glove. She had never had a dress like this.

“You need something else though.” Her grandma suggested, she looked beautiful in her attire too, the Shelby family were too kind to extend an invitation for her.

Opening her bag, Y/N frowned confused by what she meant, she had everything already.

“Your grandfather gave me these when we got married.” From a velvet pouch, she produced a pair of gorgeous diamond studs.

“I think these will look beautiful.” Polly encouraged, feeling a swept of love by the exchange.

Y/N on the other hand felt lost for words, to some it might be a small detail, but to her, the sentimental value it’s what weighted the most.

“These are meant to be wear on occasions like this, right?” She asked holding one of the earrings for her granddaughter while she hooked the other one.

“Looks like you’re all set then… let’s welcome the guests.” Polly added taking grandma’s purse to help her. “Everything’s going accordingly so far.”

The music filled the big room, people were dancing happily, champagne flowing, staff filling empty cups with booze and plates with appetizers. Y/N felt particularly mesmerized by the chandeliers catching the light beautifully and reflecting all around as if it was dancing as well.

Tommy insisted the party should take place in Arrow House, said it would be a good excuse to do a grand opening, so she immediately got busy to have everything ready. The place oozed luxury everywhere she looked, the most important names in the country RSVP’ed faster than she thought. Never in her wildest dreams she imagined how it would turn out, she spent so much time choosing flowers for the center pieces, napkins colors to go with the tablecloths, tableware as well as the menu, days of hard work paying off finally on this night and for a brief instant, she allowed herself to feel proud because she took care meticulously of everything.

“I’ll be back in a minute, need an ashtray.” Polly announced and took grandma by the arm to chat for a while.

Y/N was taking everything in, still not fully believing it was a reality.

“Johnny, get everyone in the kitchen.” He instructed. “Five minu-“ words got caught up in his throat as he took a double look to his left and found Y/N standing by herself next to the staircase.

Her hair was pinned up, framing her face so it was fully on display instead of hiding, the dress made her look gorgeous but the cherry on top was the glowing emanating from within her heart, pregnancy was suiting her well. He then noticed she opened and closed the handbag nervously.

She wasn’t the same girl that used to run with him a race at an open fiel until they reached the river. He let her win so many times… yet that girl was somehow still in her.

He had never seen her like that before. She was more beautiful than he imagined.

But as soon as the thought entered his mind, Tommy kicked himself mentally. He shouldn’t think of her that way.

“Are you planning to give someone a heart attack?” He joked and took a few long strides to be at her side.

“I’m nervous,” she chuckled, “I’m the one having a heart attack.”

Turning around to face him, she felt her mouth going dry, the blue suit was a fabulous choice. It wasn’t traditional, but when she saw it at the tailor’s shop she knew Tommy had to wear it to the event and since she got a blank cheque, she added it to the account. He was so bloody handsome, but she thought that he looked even more that night. There, with a cocked smile and proud shining in his crystal eyes…

They stood there holding each other’s gazes, the people in the background fading away…

Until Johnny Dogs interrupted them.

“The boys are on their way Tom.” He nodded at Y/N. “Are we going, yeah?”

Tommy gave Y/N another look and she encouraged him with a smile to go.

He started to walk away, but then stopped abruptly and turning around he spoke; “Y/N you did an amazing job, thank you.”

Reaching his expectations was all Y/N wanted to achieve, to make him proud of her work. It was the way she knew in retribution to thank him for every little thing he did.

“And Johnny? Y/N told me she counted the paintings ey?” Tommy turned to give her wink. “So you better tell your kin they can’t steal anything or they’ll have to deal with a very pissed Y/N.”

Y/N gasped, of course she didn’t count the paintings. An evident blush covered her face and neck and she started shaking her head in embarrassment.

“Hey! That���s not true.” She tried to keep her manners, but her mind went back to when they were teenagers and her grandma discovered the two of them sneaking into the kitchen to get a slice of the pie she had baked and Tommy blamed it all on Y/N, the worst part is that her grandma believed him and scolded her granddaughter when it had been Tommy’s idea in the first place.

“Where are they, ey?” Tommy asked impatiently a cigarette hanging from his mouth.

“I’m telling you now, we got lost,” announced Arthur. “You really need to do a map, Thomas.”

“Right, boys you’re all here.” Tommy started in a warning tone.

The blinders gathered around him in a circle.

“Tonight it’s a fucking very important day, we’re celebrating the Arrow House grand opening.”

“Yeah, and you said there’d be no bloody uniforms.” Interrupted John.

Tommy shot him a death stare. “Nevertheless… nevertheless, John… despite the bad blood, I’ll have none of it on my carpet.”

They were part of the guest list.

He made a pause and looked around to his men. “Now, for Y/N’s sake, nothing will go wrong. She has worked so fucking hard for everything you see tonight and the Shelby Institute. And if you fuckers do anything to embarrass her, your kin, your cousins, your horses, your fucking kids, you do anything…”

“Tom?” Once more, John interrupted his brother.

“What?”

“What about snow?” Asked Isiah.

John replied something that Tommy couldn’t understand, but he felt his blood start boiling by their silly attitude.

“No, no, no.” He stood in front of the young blinder. “No cocaine.” Then pointing at his face, he repeated; “no cocaine. No sports.” He then moved to point at John. “No telling fortunes. No racing.” Walking back towards Finn, he continued. “No fucking sucking petrol of their fucking cars.”

He hated to admit it out loud, but he was nervous to. He wanted to fit in, he needed to blend in among the richest and more powerful people, to be one of them. To prove everybody that he had been able to claim a stair that was only reserved for those who were born in a crib made of gold.

Meanwhile, upstairs Y/N attended several guests, listening to the stories they were sharing about how much it would mean to them to donate and give back to the community. Some of them, Y/N learned were important politicians who wanted to show a good image to help them gain voters, others members of the aristocracy just wanted to show their wealthy off. Whatever reason they had, Y/N was excited to see some of the cheques they were writing right there for the institution, additional to a monthly donation they promised.

Finding Tommy among the guests, Y/N approached him to ask him if she could save the cheques in his office.

“Can we see this later?” He relief not even sending a glance in her direction, his eyes were fixed like daggers in someone.

As he moved around like a gazelle, about to chase his pry, Y/N noticed a group of women eating him with their eyes, looking him up and down, seizing his frame, biting their lips, probably wondering how would it feel to be with him….

Y/N felt like she was out of place, she shook her head and decided to ask Ada instead where she should keep the documents. She then excused herself for a moment, feeling like the happy bubble had been popped given Tommy’s cold attitude. He was never like this, he had never left her talking alone before, but he had been a bit off the last couple of days.

For some unknown reason.

Perhaps she had been creating a fantasy in her mind, yes he was a good man, but he also had an explosive temper when he wanted to, he snapped at people at the slightest provocation. Why would he treat her differently? Just because a she was pregnant?

A knock on the door disturbed the peace she just found, and without waiting to be asked to come inside, Tommy called her name.

“Y/N you’re needed downstairs.” Tommy informed her, but he knew her too damn well. When Ada told him that Y/N was taking a minute on her own, he knew she wasn’t comfortable about something.

“What happened?” He asked patiently. She shook her head, not wanting to make a scene. “Hey, hey.. come here.”

It was everything, her pregnancy, her nerves, the bloody hormones, mood swings, worry to make everything perfect… him.

“I hope you don’t take personally what happened earlier, I was looking for someone that wasn’t invited.” Tommy explained.

Y/N looked at him tentatively. She walked into the en-suite bathroom to wet a cloth and press it into the back of her neck, careful enough to not get a stain in the dress, he followed her steps and took a seat on the edge of the bathtub. The familiarity and comfort between them was too personal.

“Is this why you’ve been acting distant the last couple of days?”

With a sigh, he nodded. “Yes, I act like this when I’m scared.”

Y/N turned around pondering into his words, giving him time and space to speak on his own terms.

“I need to make sure you’re away from this business. I don’t want you to get involved at all. Do you understand?”

“Tommy what’s happening?” It all made sense to her now, the secret phone calls, the late night drives, his mood.

“The less you know, the better.” He cleared his throat. “Promise me you won’t make something stupid.”

Y/N rolled her eyes, he was the one always making the bad decisions she wanted to say instead.

“You won’t get involved.” He was firm about his statement.

“Only if you promise to be safe.” Y/N retorted.

“I’ll try my best.” A soft smile played on his lips.

She mirrored the smile and followed him outside, to join their guest one more time.

“Mr. Shelby! This is a wonderful party.” Mrs. Lewis praised, she was the wife of a former major, a bit extravagant, she loved to show off. “And a beautiful house.”

“I appreciate your words. But all the credit goes to Y/N.”

“So the old wives tale is real huh? That babies come with a bunch of blessings.” She squinted her eyes happily at Y/N’s baby bump, then looked back at Tommy. “Congratulations! I wish this baby nothing but the best.”

Y/N opened her mouth to correct her, and clarify that Tommy wasn’t the father. But Tommy cut her out.

“Thanks, hopefully you’ll be able to help us with the fundraising.”

“I’ll tell family and friends, you can count on that Mr. Shelby.”

As the woman disappeared, Y/N turned her face around to look at him.

“Let people talk, they’re going to do it anyways.” He stated, then as a waiter passed by, he took a glass of whiskey from the tray. “Rule number two; never reveal the truth when they can barely deal with a half truth.”

“What’s number one?”

“Oh, I’d tell you… but then I’d have to kill you and I’d be kind of sad you know?” He winked at her and elegantly strode towards where the music band was playing to grab the microphone.

“Good evening everyone, thank you for joining us tonight. As some of you may know, the Shelby Foundation Institute will open doors in a couple of weeks, we’re sure with this project we’ll be able to help many many children in need, grant them the education their parents can’t afford and a safe environment to learn and develop the abilities that’ll will help them in a near future.” A round of applauses filled the room and Tommy thanked the guest with a small nod. “Your contribution is highly appreciated, it will allow us to complement and provide everything that’s needed. I can assure you, your money will be well spent and we’re more than open to welcome you any time at the Institution.” His eyes started moving across the room. “Last but not least, I’d like to thank to the responsible of this project, the one who since day one showed a genuine interest and despite the doors that were closed in her face, she never backed down until this was a reality. Y/N thank you for everything you’ve done.” Raising his glass in her direction, he recognized her effort and compromise.

Blushing from getting all the attention towards her momentarily, she started biting her lip.

When Tommy started walking, people over to the side, making something similar to a human wall and leaving a space free for him to walk until he reached Y/N.

“Dance with me?”

The gesture took her by surprise, but soon Tommy’s arm wrapped around her waist and he started swaying to the beat of the music.

“Everything is perfect, thank you for taking care of every little thing.” He admitted with a very rare smile.

Carefully to not make Y/N dizzy, Tommy spun her around, following the music beats.

“Thank you for taking us in.” Y/N replied as a wide smile spread on her lips.

Feeling like nothing she could say or do was enough to thank Tommy. She’d be in debt with him for the rest of her life.

“You’ve nothing to-” he started to say but she cut him off.

“I do, every single time I blink, I feel so grateful to have you in my life.”

Tommy gave her hand a squeeze. “If things were different… wouldn’t you do the same?”

“Yes.” She admitted in a heartbeat.

“Then this better be the last time you thank me.” He raised an eyebrow as a warning, but his eyes remained giving her a gentle look. “I know you’d do the same thing for me.”

One more careful spin and the piece was done. A round of applause filled the room and the background noises brought them back to reality.

“I’ve to go, stay here, stay safe.” Tommy stated. “You know what to do in case something bad happens.”

He had already showed her where to hide in case anyone broke into Arrow House. It wasn’t his favorite outcome, but he had assured her it was for the best of she was prepared. Luckily he hadn’t show her how to use a weapon, but she knew the day might be closer than she thought.

“Tommy…” her heart started hammering her ribcage, she could feel it in her ears too. “Promise me you’ll be safe.”

The look of worry he found in her eyes made him fight the lump in his throat. If something happened to him, what would she do? Who would protect her? Who’d look after her and the baby?

“Will do. This is the last ilegal business, you know I want to make it right.”

Clearing his throat, he looked around finding Arthur giving him a nod, they were ready to go.

“I’ll be back before you know it.” He assured her once more.

As a different music started to play, Y/N went on to search for her grandmother.

Meanwhile, downstairs Lizzie was crying and smocking in such a bad shape after having a word with Michael about Angel, she started shouting when she heard what they did to his restaurant, she was fuming.

“Miss Stark can I help you?” Mary asked, smoothing her apron.

“Do you’ve a gun? So I can shoot someone?” Lizzie wiped her nose.

“No ma’am.” Mary took a step closer. “May I ask what happened?”

“The Shelbys blew my boyfriend’s restaurant so he couldn’t come to the party.” She tried to smooth the black mascara under her eyes.

And she started to whine and bent into the maid all she knew about the stupid rivalry between the Shelby’s and the Changretta’s.

Mary ignored Lizzie’s past, she only knew she was her master’s secretary, so she felt naturally bad for the green-eyed woman.

“I don’t get it, Thomas gets to have the little happy family with Y/N and also dictate who am I able to be involved with.”

“But they aren’t a family, the baby isn’t Mr. Shelby’s.” Mary dropped an unexpected bomb.

Lizzie stared at her in disbelief, her jaw dropping.

“Are you sure?”

“The motives of why he keeps her under his protection are unknown to me, but he isn’t the father of that baby.” The housekeeper assured her.

Lizzie nodded automatically, processing the news and thinking how this piece of information changed a lot of things.

“So Y/N is a little slut after all.” She mumbled to herself, planning in her mind a couple of ideas that would tear down that facade of integrity and good morals Y/N carried around like a crown. A woman’s reputation meant much more than anything.

And of course, it didn’t match the wealthy people standards.

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[yup-thats-me]

—interruptions • E. Ranpo

paring; bf!Ranpo x ADA!member!reader summary; empty office, candy, and your lover. but you just have to get embarrassed in front of your father-in-law and boss! warnings; none.

“Ranpo?”

There was no response from the legendary detective; perhaps he was more mesmerized by the glass marble in his hand from the soda can to spare any attention to his girlfriend.

“Babe!” Y/n tried again to no vain. She wanted to talk (read that as annoy) to someone but alas, everyone in the ADA was out for separate missions. Everyone except Dazai. Maybe he was trying out another weird way to commit suicide, but she couldn’t care less.

An idea came to her mind. Hurriedly, she rummaged through the snack bag she kept on her for her lover. Taking out a candy, she slid over to Ranpo on her chair, shaking the man gently. “Ranpo,” She whined.

At last, the man turned around, a bit annoyed. “What?”

“Want some?” She smirked as she waved the chocolate stick in front of his eyes. He nodded without speaking. But she had a trick up her sleeve.

She put the candy in between her teeth, “take it yourself,” she said with her mouth full.

Ranpo smiled, his eyes shining with a mischievous glint. “You asked for it,” and without a warning, he almost aggressively pressed his lips against hers, catching her off guard.

She groaned, relishing in the way his tongue slipped past her lips, rolling the candy on their tongues. Breathless, Ranpo grabbed Y/n by the waist making her sit on his lap instead. Smirking, his hands roamed all over her body, caressing all the curves he knew all too well.

“Ranpo…” she almost moaned, her head floating in ecstasy. Just as things were about to escalate, there was a crisp, loud and clear “ahem!”from near the door.

Unwillingly, the two parted but Ranpo already had a smirk on his lips.

“President!” Y/n jumped up at once, fixing her disheveled hair and dress in a haste. Ranpo on the other hand, was having the best time of his life, enjoying the way his girlfriend’s face turned beet red in mere seconds.

Fukuzawa nodded in acknowledgement, his eyes closed. He walked straight up to his office with as much as giving Ranpo a reprimanding look.

When the room became empty once again, Y/n punched Ranpo’s shoulder, hard.

“Ouch!”

“You could’ve at least give me a warning?! To save me some face?”

The man just smiled. “Why? Seems to me you were enjoying it as much as I was. Moreover,” he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “I did not know he was coming.”

“Bullshit!” Before she could continue, Fukuzawa emerged once again, his head peeking out the ajar door. “Ranpo. Can you come here for a second?”

“Go. You deserve getting an earful,” Y/n smiled in victory.

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[smuttysunny]

[ADA]AFAB!Reader x Osamu Dazai

Genre: Smut

Synopsis: Dazai was made to stay behind after work to complete paperwork! Which was boring! Luckily for him you forgott your wallet so now he's getting to have a bit of fun during (and after) he finishes his paperwork <3

Contains: GN reader despite having fem anatomy(2nd person pronouns used), unprotected sex, cockwarming, praise kink, p in v, workplace/office sex(implied semi-public sex?), pet names, off-hand mention of Kunikida, no pre established relationship! Just Dazai being a whore with his colleague <3

Warnings: Absolutely not proofread‼️ may be a little ooc? Tbh the cockwarming bit was short lmfao, this fic seems a little short to me in general 💀 also English is NOT my first language so I'm sorry for any grammar errors and anything of the such! I may speak fluently but I still make mistakes often soo whoops

Thank you to my irl friend for giving me the scenerio/prompt to work with btw! Absolute life-saver 🙏

It was dark outside, so fucking dark, and DEFINITELY after work hours but you were rushing back to the Agency because you realized you left your wallet back in the office.

As you reached the agency you rushed up to the office and turned on the light just to be met with the sight of a miserable Osamu sat at his desk doing.... Paperwork? Well that's a first, but...wait. Why the fuck was he doing paperwork in the dark? Why was he doing paperwork at all?!

Osamu groans at the sudden light and shuts his eyes tightly, rubbing them before getting adjusted to the bright lights

"What the fuck... Oh, and what are *you* doing back here at this hour?" He says as he looks in your direction, with that irresistible charm of his

You told him you forgot your wallet and you're here to get it back, he just lets out an "ohhh" before pointing at your desk. "By the way... Why are you still here so late at night, anyways? Doing paperwork in the dark, no less" you ask as you pick up your wallet and put it back in the pocket of your trousers. Osamu stretches a little before leaning on his desk with his arms and responding with a huge sigh, "Kunikida is holding me back until I finish at least a folder's worth of papers." You just chuckle a bit before making your way to the door, that is before Osamu stops you.

"By the way... Now that you're here, well... I've been a little bored while scribbling on all these papers, mind helping me out?" And little did you not know it was a request you should not have accepted.

So how the hell did you manage to get from getting your wallet back to your trousers down to your knees, panties pushed aside and his cock buried deep in your cunt? Only the devil may know. But luckily for you what you did know is you were near tears as you waited for him to finish his paperwork! When you agreed to helping him out you thought he meant his papers but oh...how wrong you were... At least he wasn't bored anymore! Far from it actually! He was getting a kick out of you squirming and whinning as you sat all pretty on his hardening dick! Which is why he put an arm on your hip, to stop your squirming.

Your pathetic whines were truly music to his ears as you started begging him to let you move, raising a chuckle out of him. "Just a bit more, belladonna~ only got a bit left~" You let out a shaky sigh, leaning back and resting your head against his shoulder, wondering how long "only a bit" really is.

To be fair it wasn't even that much time, but those 10 minutes felt like 10 hours instead. His dick throbbing inside your tight, warm hole was really getting to you and honestly it felt like he slowed down writing just to drag it out a bit more just to tease you. As he finished writing, you let out a sigh of relief. He put all of his papers back in the folder with a satisfied hum before turning his attention on you, a smirk played up on his lips as he looked at you with those mesmerizing brown eyes of his, intent and desire behind them. He put his lips closely to your ear, his breath fanning over it as he spoke, causing you to shiver.

"You did well, bella. Why don't I give you a reward, hmm?~"

And before you could process anything, you were bent over his desk, his cock now drilled even deeper into your pussy. You let out a soft moan and he chuckles, one hand pressing on your back and the other tightly holding your waist; a bruise or two were definitely going to be left behind.

He slowly starts thrusting into you, whimpers and moans escaping your precious lips as he leaned in close to your ear and moaned, all while wearing that smile on his face that made you fold oh so much.

"Ah~ oh bella~ never thought you'd be this tight... Ngh~ feels so good, baby. This was definitely worth the wait, yes?~" he asks you, not really expecting an answer as he picks up his pace, getting slightly rougher with you aswell, his grip tightening and his thrusts growing more harsh.

"Yeah? Oh yeah?~ yeeeaaaahh~ knew you'd agree"

As much as you'd want not to, you can't help but let out a loud moan as he hits that specific spot that your back arching and your eyesight full of stars. "Osamu..." Is all you can manage to babble out, causing him to let out a loud grunt as his pace becomes feral

"Ah fuck, the way you call my name like that~ mmm~ keep doing it, love~ I love it~" His voice drops with that last part, making you unable to keep holding on as you end up squirting all over his dick. Osamu's eyes widen slightly as he feels your walls suddenly clamp down on him as you pant and try to recover from your orgasm before you, out of nowhere, feel a pair of warm lips licking and suckling on your neck, leaving behind various hickeys.

"Hmm?~ sweet thing couldn't hold on just a bit more till I came?~ My... How needy~" he groans in your ear. He grunts as he feels your slick drip down his dick, getting closer to his own climax.

"Fuck...you're gonna take everything I give you like the good thing you are, right?~ Alright~..."

He doesn't even spare you a moment before a few final thrust is all it takes for him to dump his warm load into your aching cunt, soft whimpers and whines escaping your lips as you feel him filling you up as if you're a custard donut.

Both you and him take a couple of minutes to recover, panting heavily as you feel his cum drip out of your pussy before he leans back and looks down at you with a smile

"So how about round two, yeah? Wonder if we'll manage to see the sun rise!"

Maybe you should've just forgotten about your wallet...

[rosemaze-reveries]

clinging to the only manor guest who makes you feel safe various idv charas + you (platonic)

for @ninacottoncandy

🦈✈️🧲🔗❤️‍🩹

Here are the reader's traits described in the original ask: You have grown really attached to them and won't let them go, following them like a lost duckling. They're the only one you act energetic around, while you're shy and scared around others. It's later revealed that you were neglected back home resulting in abandonment issues.

🦈 Leo

Leo sees something in you that he can't exactly pinpoint. Maybe you fill a loss that he's tucked into the crevasses of his memory. Maybe you represent a second chance at one of his lingering regrets. Whatever it is, he swears that no harm will come to you as long as he's around.

He sneaks you the universal passcode to the arms factory's exit gates, with instructions written in his messy scrawl: "Play the game. Do what they ask. Use for emergensy only." It's not the first time he's been punished for breaking the rules, but that's a trivial thing if it means protecting you.

Before your first game, he brings you a gift, a crude little thing that's obviously handmade. It's a miniature red-and-purple striped rocket chair made for dolls. You find it a little childish, but Leo attaches a story to it: "If bad guy catches you. 1, 2, 3, blast off. Trapped again."

That's a bit grim, but cute, you suppose. You're not sure why he gave it to you, though.

✈️ Charles

As a man of few words and a perpetual poker face, his fondness for you might not be that obvious. But he finds you terribly endearing. He doesn't mind having you in his shadow at all. It won't be long before he starts feeling very protective of you.

In an attempt to get closer to him, one day you ask to try out his jetpack. He's always tinkering with the thing, so he must have a lot to say about it, right? The moment you reach for it, something in Charles snaps, and with a panicked shout he knocks you off it before cradling his device tightly in his arms. With that look of abject terror in his eyes, one would think you were trying to murder his baby. You never thought it was even possible for him to raise his voice like that.

The truth is, he couldn't have cared less about the jetpack. He was worried about losing someone else to his faulty machine. The guilt for frightening you plagues him for weeks after. He dedicates the next few months to working on a device that stabilizes his hand tremors. Not for his own sake, but because he can't bear to disappoint you—he wants to build something safer for you to try, and needs a reliable hand to do it.

🧲 Norton

Finds it bothersome. He has an unspoken agreement with the rest of the manor to steer clear of each other, what’s not clicking for you? He doesn’t exactly radiate sunshine and rainbows. Why you got attached to him of all people is something he can’t wrap his head around.

He won’t go out of his way to talk to you, which you can consider a small mercy from him. If forced he’ll bluntly shut down the idea of being your “protector” or whatever role you’ve arbitrarily assigned to him. He’s not here to babysit anyone, especially not for free. Doesn’t matter what your story is.

It seems like the best way to win his favor is by giving him space. And start hoping he’ll warm up with time. With the manor's stretches of eternity in store for you, you can certainly spare the wait.

🔗 Ada & ❤️‍🩹 Emil

The first time you begin yearning for them remains clear in your memory. They're huddled together over the kitchen stove, morning sun filtering through the open window. Ada explains how to flip an omelette while Emil is paying more attention to her gentle hands than her technique. Once in a while their soft giggles rise above the sound of sizzling oil.

Watching them, suddenly you aren't at the manor anymore. You're in one of those big, bright two-story houses from the stories you read as a child, the ones with the perfect families and happy endings to every trouble that comes their way. Ada and Emil probably don't even realize how picture-perfect they look in this moment, how similar they are to the families you thought only existed once upon a time. Their love makes you jealous, but you crave it just as much.

Sharp as always, Ada is quick to notice you observing them. You fear a round of questioning but instead she says, "Good morning. Do you want something? How do you like your eggs?" and Emil pipes in a second later with "Onions okay?"

It's such a casual sentiment, but it takes you aback. Most manor guests aren't glowing examples of neighborly people, you've learned that the hard way. But your wishful thinking gets the better of you, so you play along. They bring out a plate of your breakfast and sit with you at the table. You remember thinking, even if they are tricking you and these eggs are poisoned and you never wake up again, it would be nice to go with this fairy tale family as your last memory. But you get to enjoy a delicious breakfast and the remaining hours of the day without issue.

The same thing happens the next morning, and the one after that.

Emil's prowess with the frying pan drastically improves as the days go by, and soon he starts waking up ahead of Ada to surprise her. Some days include you, with him gently nudging you out of bed, eager smile on his face as he teaches you all the cooking tricks Ada taught him. He also shows you a notepad he keeps, with lists titled: Ada favorites. Good food for a bad day. Restront menus (make at home). And a new addition: What (Y/N) likes.

[viperrot]

���high school sweethearts | leon kennedy | pt. 4

resident evil 4 remake leon s. kennedy x fem!band-student!reader high school au

you have a sweet encounter with leon, and there's already talk of ada and leon being together despite the moment you shared.

pt.1 pt.2 pt.3

content contains: mild angst, is this even enemies to lovers? i dont know anymore., mean leon, cliches, story is told in first person, reader is a bit shy and is an oboe and trumpet player!, leon and reader are in their juniour year, fictional town set around 1980!

not proofread i am sleepy

2119 words

song rec: "dust in the wind" by kansas

Teaching the fundamentals of music was no easy feat.

As I sat in the center of my room, a felt a growing frustration sit in the pit of my stomach as my eyes darted from paper to paper, thinking of ways to teach dynamics and balancing to middle schoolers. My music books from years ago were scattered around me, terrorizing each cell in my brain as I painstakingly search for simpler ways to teach these techniques to my students, who'll be coming over for their first lesson tomorrow afternoon.

The night breeze flowed from my open window, making some of the scores flitter around. I sigh tiredly, flopping down to lay on my back in an attempt to calm my nerves. The carpet beneath me tickled my cheek as I turned to lay on my side, my hands fiddling with the white fabric as the cool air soothed me. Slowly, my eyes drooped closed as I succumbed to sleep.

But the moment is short lived.

Drifting to my ears was the sweet sound of a guitar, echoing from wall-to-wall in my bedroom. The tune was vaguely familiar, and I found myself crawling to my little window nook in curiosity. I plop myself up on the small seat, peeping out of the window to search for the source of the sound. The streetlights flickered outside, the road silent save for the sweet music playing in the distance. My eyes focus on the house across from my own, squinting at the window parallel from me.

A warm glow emanated from the opened glass, inviting me to take a look. I can't see too much save for a desk with the source of the light on top of it. I bite my lower lip anxiously as I stare from my own window, wondering if that's where I'm hearing the music from.

Suddenly, the strings stop playing, and feel a sense of sorrow as silence fills the night. As I get up to go back to my spot on the floor, a familiar figure makes way to the window across the street.

Leon slumps down into his desk chair, placing an ebony guitar on his desk with a thump!. Immediately, I notice a string dangling from the side of the lump of wood, and I realize that he had been the one playing tonight. The blonde ace digs through the drawers of his desk, fishing out a roll of string and some other tools I couldn't quite name. Curiously, I watch the boy change the string, carefully tuning his seemingly well-loved acoustic guitar as he pokes his tongue out in concentration. When he was satisfied with the way it sounded after playing a short practice tune, he went back to playing, relaxing in his desk chair.

It was mesmerizing.

The way his fingers effortlessly plucked at the strings made my brain buzz. Deftly, he played chords that went along with Kansas' "Dust in the Wind". The music whistled to me across the street, throwing me into a trance as I rest my head on the window sill.

If I focused hard enough, I could hear Leon singing the lyrics beneath his breath, as if muttering them were a sin. His blonde locks of hair framed his face perfectly, the yellow glow of his desk-light contouring the lines of his strong jaw. My heart fluttered oddly at the peaceful sight. The further into the song Leon got, the louder he would get. I eventually heard him clearly from across the street.

Completely enamored, I lost myself in the sickeningly sweet voice of his, humming along with the ace from my spot. As Leon sang, he looked up from his instrument, and we locked eyes.

His lips don't stop moving.

Leon continues to serenade me, seemingly unbothered by our recent issues. The ocean blue of his eyes hooked me in, and I could no longer focus on the way his voice sounded or how the pads of his fingers drifted across the fretboard of his guitar. His voice went through one ear and out the other, and I could feel my breath hitch in my parched throat. I'm completely unaware of how the song has ended, our stares never faltered.

His lips are pressed into a straight line as he looks at me from across the street, baby blues gazing into my own.

And then I wave.

I fucking wave at him.

In my awkward trance, my hand swings back and forth in front of me, greeting him with a cheesy smile from my window. Leon waves back, just as awkwardly, as he threads his other hand through his hair, his guitar tucked securely in his lap. I feel a blush creep up my neck, flushing the skin a soft pink as I bite the inside of my cheek. Suddenly, I get an idea.

I lift my index finger in the air, silently asking him to wait. I see his eyebrows knit together confusedly as I turn away from my window, rummaging around my room to find my old black board and a piece of chalk from my book bag. I sit on my knees on the nook of my window, scribbling my thoughts onto the board before showing it to Leon.

"You play beautifully," I wrote to him in neat letters. I see Leon squint, his eyes trying to adjust to the dim streetlights. Leon moves quickly to set his guitar to the side to then dig through his desk drawers, pulling out a spiral notebook and a ballpoint pen. In big, red, and sloppy penmanship, he writes back,

"THANKS I'M GLaD yOu LIKE THE sERenAdE."

My eyes crease as I giggle at him from across the road when I notice how horrendous his writing is, facing my blackboard to myself to reply to him.

"How long have you been playing?" I question him, trying to write large enough for him to read. Leon scribbles on a new page.

"LIKE ?? SINCE I waS 7?" He responds, his lettering bold and messy.

"That's interesting. You didn't strike me as a music person," I write. I see Leon's face burn a soft pink despite the gap between us. He flips to a new page, quickly jotting down his response.

"RUnS iN THE fAmILY. DAD LoVES MUSiC," he flashes the paper to me, the paper crinkling beneath his tight grip. I nod at him from my end, smiling softly. I smudge off the chalk on my board.

"Well, it was beautiful," I show him the board before writing another response. "You should sing more often."

"WiLL You LISTeN IF i DO?" He asks me, an odd look in his eyes as he stares at me from his desk. I gape at him slightly, unsure of how to respond to the ace. Hesitantly, I nod, and I see a sheepish grin paint across his face.

"Goodnight, Leon," I bid him farewell before setting my small blackboard down, shutting the window with a soft click!. I gaze at Leon from behind the glass, seeing him wave at me with his notebook in the other hand.

"NIGHTY-NiGHT," it says in the worst handwriting I've ever seen. I giggle softly before I draw the curtains closed.

That night, I had a sweet dream.

The next day, I'm walking through the halls with my Sony Walkman buzzing through my skull, blasting "Brandy (You're a Fine Girl)" by Looking Glass into my ears. I had thirty minutes before the first period bell rings, giving me enough time to hang out with the girls as I always do. Entering the lunch room, I immediately spot the group of girls at a round table tucked into a corner.

"Sweet pea~!!" Samantha practically shouts above the crowd from her seat atop the table, waving her arm in the air. I jog up to her and the rest of the girls, greeting them with a smile.

"Is that your new oboe?" Patti points her daintily manicured index finger at the thin, black case in my left hand.

"Yeah... I tried playing it over the weekend. It's a bit poor quality for the level I play at, but it'll last me until our concert season officially begins," I sigh, frowning softly.

"Man...!" Lucy sniffles. "This is terrible! I can't believe Leon would do that to you--I mean, one of our best players gets their signature instrument trashed? That's honestly a sin!!" The blonde shoved her face into her hands, and I was worried that she was about to cry. Samantha huffs at this.

"It's whatever. We're going to be starting our fundraiser when football season starts up here in a few weeks, so we'll get her a new oboe by then," the ravenette says confidently, rubbing her hand onto my shoulder. I squirm in my seat as I think of whether or not I should tell them about what happened last night.

"Speakin' of Kennedy, have you heard about him and Ada Wong?" Patti mentions, and I visibly perk up at the subject.

"Wong?? What about her?" Samantha quirked an eyebrow, her fingers lacing together under her chin as she looked at our friend curiously.

"Apparently, her and Leon are dating! They went on a date over the weekend, and even went to Hattie's!" Patti rambled excitedly, eager to share the new info that's probably spreading around the schools like wildfire. I hear Samantha scoff next to me, and I just know she's rolling her eyes.

"Of course, he's in cahoots with her of all people," she scowls. "Dami's girl—he's probably trying to spite the poor guy," Samantha audibly recalls my brother's past relationship with the class president. I pout slightly at her suggestion, praying that wasn't true.

For the sake of my brother or for the sake of myself, I'm unsure.

"Are you sure they're dating? I mean..." I tap my fingers against my bottom lip in thought. "Leon's only been in Everglade for less than a week... How could he jump into Ada's tits so quickly?" I question. Patti shrugs her shoulders.

"Ada's got that charm, I guess," she scoffs gently. I hum in response, not sure on how to respond. I look down at the charms on my oboe case, which I had transferred from my old case. The bunny stared back at me with its beady, black eyes, comforting me. I look back up at my group to tell them about what happened last night, but I'm stopped when I see the devil walk past our little table.

In a woody-brown Carhartt jacket, blue jeans, and worn-out Timberlands was Leon Scott Kennedy. In his hands was a carton of strawberry milk, tossed up and down as he sauntered past our table. I watched his face closely, noticing immediately how he took a quick peek at me from the corner of his eyes. When he's out of earshot, the girls all sigh at the same time, as if they held their breaths the entire time he was within 5 feet of us.

"His ass is so tight in those jea-"

"Patti!!!"

"Sorry, Sam..."

I stifle a giggle behind the palm of my hand, a blush painting my face red as Samantha scolds the poor brunette for ogling at the "new" guy. I ignore them as I watch Leon take a seat at a long table near the center of the lunchroom. He's cozy next to Ada Wong, who's sporting a scarlet-hued sweater over a black collared shirt. Her hair is perfectly styled, like always, and there's a soft red gloss on her lips. There's an odd feeling in the pit of my stomach as I watch Leon swing his arm over her shoulder, pulling her into a side-hug situation. The smile on his face is wide, and he looks at-ease in his table filled with sweat-rags and other jock freakazoids.

"You have to admit, they do look good together," my best friend hums, looking over at me. I give Samantha a small frown in return, nodding in agreement as we all stole glances at the terrible sight in front of us.

Leon looks up at me for a split second, but it feels like ages to me. I see his fingers twitch on Ada's shoulder, as if he was planning to wave at me, but he stops himself.

His attention returns to the woman in red.

"I guess we shouldn't have expected much from a Greenvale student," Patti yawns, turning her attention to the dirt between her nails. The table exchanges mumbles of agreement, and I feel the feeling in my tummy get worse for some reason. The girls chat among themselves as I lose myself in my thoughts.

Chemistry is going to be awful.

i wanted to make this chapter a little sweet as an apology for the lack of updates AND as a thank you for 100 followers! it means so much to me that you guys are all so supportive :,]

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[oletus-writer]

your rules say no polyamory with emilada being an exception, so would you be willing to write a nsfw alphabet with emil x reader x ada? feel free to refuse ofc. thank you for your time :)

Of course! That’ll be quite fun, although I’ve got a lot of nsfw alphabets, and I don’t think the structure works with two people, so I’ll just write some headcannons. My apologies.

Poly Emilada nsfw headcannons

Warnings: nsfw

Ada is going up top the shit out of you, regardless of your usual role in sex. Of course, if the three of you discuss that you wanted to be dominant beforehand, she’ll indulge you, but there’s a part of her that naturally comes out and she’ll end up bossing you around. Perhaps you could take her and let her know who’s the one giving orders.

Emil, on the other hand, is nothing if not a bottom, both in and out of sex - the most dominant thing you’ll get out of him is when he puts his dick inside you and fucks you nice and slow, while kissing and marking you. Even in that situation, he’ll discretely hand you the reins by constantly asking if the pace is right, if it feels good, etc.

Both are a bit on the romantic side when it comes to sex, with Emil setting up candles and Ada insisting on courting you properly before anyone makes sexual advances. They want to make you feel loved, and hopefully, if you’ve never been in a polyamorous relationship, attempt not to spark any jealousy. They’re comfortable to take things slow, and Ada is more jealous than Emil, although the jealousy is rarely directed at each other.

Ada is more well-groomed than Emil, although she still has a bit of pubic hair, with Emil’s being thicker and curlier. Regarding whether or not it matches the drapes, it depends on the skin and whether or not the eyebrows are the same colour as the hair. Of course, they don’t mind if you shave or not.

As for kinks, Ada is more into things along the lines of overstimulation, aphrodisiacs (if you’ll let her), light degradation, light choking (her giving) and she’d like to peg you as well. For Emil, he is into voyeurism as long as the parties consent, mutual masturbation, praise, and all in all is willing to be a pillow princess if you’ll let him.

Emil doesn’t like to be slapped, choked, or physically injured in any way, regardless if it would scar. You’d have to be a bit careful with him, as one could easily coerce him into doing the things he does not want to do, but Ada would be there to make sure he has the courage to speak his mind and say no.

There’s quite a few things Ada is not into, which would be thoroughly discussed before the three of you have sex, and would encourage open conversation. If it was the first time you’ve ever had a threesome, she’ll be gentle and supportive while Emil would smile, and do his best to reassure that you’re doing well.

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[m0-rax]

KINKTOBER 2023 DAY 4: COLLARING

PAIRING: Ada Mesmer x M! Reader x Emil

warnings: smut, collaring, handjob, fingering, riding

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You used to be kept at the same hospital as Emil. Both of you were together but kept apart. Separate rooms and always with a straitjacket.

The treatments were not very effective with you or Emil, you always screamed and cried at night. Ada’s heart ached for the both of you.

Emil would try to go to you but he was restrained and couldn’t get to your bed even though it was only a couple feet away from him.

On the other side of a wall.

The day Ada took Emil from that place, she’d taken you too. You were slouched on the backseat of the car, Emil was next to Ada.

She figured she would treat you both herself.

The treatments at the hospital were only used because no one’s discovered a more effective method. That’s what Ada said.

Unlike at the hospital, you and Emil could be together, not separated by walls or kept apart by restraints.

Ada began to grow fond of the two of you and soon enough a relationship between the three of you blossomed.

The psychologist wanted to help both you and Emil with her treatments.

Emil was getting a bit better with time, his past was becoming less haunting. But soon her treatments were less effective.

She had to treat your anxieties and the worries that stemmed from your past. You were fearful, too worrisome for your own good.

When you were in that car, you were anxious about where Ada was taking you and the other patient.

Even more so when Ada took you and Emil to Oletus Manor.

She said it was paradise when Emil asked but you didn’t know what to think of it all the same.

Regardless of it, you followed her to that mysterious place with Emil.

You had every right to be scared of the place.

These games were nothing short of terrifying and you had discovered that fact only after arriving and playing your first match.

You managed to win despite some very close calls. The match did not have Ada or Emil with you. After it, you were so distraught that you went crying for Ada.

—

You were all in Ada’s room after a match. You had done so much rescuing and you were tired. You’d barely saved Emil before his time ran out.

He gave you plenty of attention as a reward after. Ada was looking through her books and trying to find treatment methods for you and Emil.

You were on the floor next to the bed where Emil was sitting. Your head was resting on his thigh.

He stroked your hair as he watched Ada, occasionally stealing a glance at you.

Emil suddenly pulled you up onto his lap, staring at your face. He caught you by surprise.

”Emil..?”

His hands rested on your hips and he pressed his lips to yours, kissing you softly and affectionately.

You melted into the kiss, a sucker for Ada and Emil’s affections. He moved one hand to tangle his fingers in your hair as he held you close.

You were too focused on his kisses to pay attention to what was going on around you. His lips were soft and his attention was loving.

His tongue was exploring your mouth, his love was sloppy and uncoordinated but you indulged in it all the same.

Like an addiction, you couldn’t get enough of him and you wanted more.

Ada watched and she got up and walked over to you and Emil. She stood behind you and grabbed a black leather collar off her hip.

You felt it being wrapped around your neck while your focus was kept on the patient. A small clink of metal finally took your attention away from him.

Emil pulled back and looked at what was put around your neck. Ada’s hands were hastily fastening the collar onto you. You felt the leather rub against your skin.

Ada checked to make sure it wasn’t too tight and dropped her hands once she saw that you were fine.

Emil took the tag in his hand and read the letters out loud, they spelled a name both of you knew very well.

“Ada.”

You touched the accessory on your neck and Ada wrapped her arms around your middle, leaning over you from behind and kissing your cheek.

“My good boy.” She cooed.

The praise went straight to your cock. The words were ringing in your ears and they made you feel hot to your very core. Emil reddened a bit when he felt your growing bulge against him.

“Do you like it?” Emil grinned, flicking the tag with the psychologist’s name, the metal rattling with a clink.

Your only reaction was a blushing face as Ada’s brown hair fell over your shoulders. She was pressing kisses to your face and neck.

The patient and psychologist thought your reaction was adorable. Emil turned to Ada as he pulled your head onto his shoulder.

“Ada? Do you have a tag with my name on it?” He felt your hands gripping his shoulders and your heart beating against your rib cage.

Ada smiled and pulled one out of her pocket. The letters spelling out the patient’s name were engraved on one side of the metal.

”Of course I do.”

She handed the little tag over to Emil and he took it in his free palm, clasping his fingers around it.

He had your neck exposed to him with the way he positioned your head.

He ran his tongue along the exposed skin, making you squirm. He smiled as you moaned.

It was a soft and breathy sound because your bulge rubbed against Emil’s stomach with your squirming.

The friction gave you a jolt of pleasure. Emil lifted your head off of his shoulder.

“Be a good boy and let me put this on you.” He said.

Ada snaked one of her hands around your neck and pulled your chin up to give Emil more space.

Your breath hitched, your skin felt hot and your cheeks were warm with a blush.

“Ada…”

“Shhh. Good boys only talk when they’re told.”

As you stayed quiet, Emil slipped the tag onto the collar next to Ada’s. Both names on the collar around your neck proclaimed you as theirs.

The tags made a sound when your movements caused them to hit each other.

You belonged to Ada and you belonged to Emil. The thought that they were claiming you as their little pet with that collar had your stomach twisting in knots.

You were still seated on Emil’s lap and he started to caress your body.

His shaking hands ran down your sides, he reached them over your hips and gripped your ass.

He heard your breath hitch as he did. The reaction was welcome and he kissed your neck, making you wriggle a bit on his lap.

“Emil, I have something else for training such a naughty boy.”

“Naughty..? Ada, I’m always good for you! I’ll be good, I promise-!” Your voice was desperate and you saw the woman give a small smile.

“Puppies don’t talk.” She stated in a flat tone, a way of speaking urging you to listen to her earlier command.

Ada took out a decently long chain. From where, you didn’t know. She clipped it onto your collar and gave it a little tug. You felt the pull on your neck.

She handed the chain to Emil and stood behind you as Emil still sat on the bed with you on his lap.

“Want to train him first, Emil?”

He smiled, he was excited. He nodded eagerly and pulled on your chain, leading you onto the bed. You could guess what was going to happen from here.

“All fours like a good doggy.” He commanded with a mischievous tone.

You obeyed and quickly positioned yourself on your hands and knees. Emil gave you soft pets and his voice was teasing.

“Good boy. Keep being good and me and Ada’ll reward you.” He brushed some black hair out of his eyes and took his hand away.

He slipped off your pants, leaving you in only your shirt. Ada moved over and began to take it off. When Ada was finished she left you nude before the two of them.

Ada ran her hands along your chest, teasing your nipples and making you gasp and whine. While she played with your chest, you moaned and trembled.

Emil eased a finger into your hole. You were tight, he was trying to stretch it so you wouldn't get hurt.

You moaned at the feeling of his finger in you and Ada toying with your nipples. He was probing around for something and soon enough he found it.

When he hit your prostate, whimpers left your throat. Desperate sounds of pleasure.

“You like that, puppy?” He continued pressing that spot, stimulating that little organ.

He yanked on your chain leash, choking you for a moment. He thrusted his finger slowly, urging your walls to loosen.

Ada sat on the bed in front of you as your arms shook trying to hold your body up.

She kissed you, tasting your tongue with hers and giving you deep kisses. The overstimulation had you struggling to keep yourself up.

Emil eased another finger into your slightly loosened walls and when he shoved them into your prostate, your arms gave out.

Ada held your face in her hands and Emil tugged on the chain, urging you to lift your head.

When Emil deemed you prepared enough, he grabbed some oil he kept in Ada’s room for occasions like this and poured some on your ass.

You shivered, the oil was a weird sensation on you but not a novel one. He took off his straitjacket and his pants.

He didn’t need them right now. He lined his own hard cock up and then slammed into you, making you gasp and moan.

He started to pound into you at a quick pace. You felt his entire girth stretching your walls.

You could feel and hear his balls slapping against your skin, he was grunting as you tightened around him.

He tugged your leash and caused you to jerk your head up. The collar was pulled by the chain to encourage you.

“Be a good puppy and relax. You’ll chop my dick off.” He grunted as he thrusted in you again.

You tried your best but it was difficult to keep from clenching when he pulled out to slam back into you. Ada watched you bury your face in the sheets you were gripping.

Emil was holding up your hips, grip tight enough to leave a mark and snapping his hips into yours.

Each thrust sent wave after wave of pleasure, your unattended cock was dripping with pre cum.

It was just begging for attention. Ada went next to you as Emil fucked you silly and her dark eyes drifted to your quivering tip.

Her hand moved to touch the tip of your cock. It twitched and you moaned. You wanted her to do more.

“I think this needs some attention, doesn’t it?” She said to you as you weakly nodded.

The woman began to stroke you after wrapping her hand around your shaft.

Her movements had you writhing, your legs gave out and Emil slapped your ass and yanked your leash.

You yelped and he held your hips up again as you tried to hold them up for him, the tags on the collar clinked.

“Keep your hips up, puppy.”

Ada continued to give you a handjob, the pleasure coming from both your cock and your ass had you a mess.

“Aw, does that feel good? Tell me.” Ada said as she quickened her hand’s pacing.

She watched you tremble and your cock head drip more fluids as she stroked your shaft, the handjob plus Emil pounding you from behind was becoming too much for you.

“Yes-! MM- Yes!” You were gasping for air, that heat brewing in your core getting stronger.

“Good boy for telling me. You deserve a reward.” Ada said to you.

”Do you want to cum?”

You nodded, tear stained cheeks flushed from sex and praise. Your broken moans kept being forced out of you, time and time again.

Emil snapped into your hips one more time and held it there, balls against your ass.

You felt his warm and fresh seed coat your walls and your own cum splattered the sheets and Ada’s hand. Emil finally let up and pulled out, cum trailing down your thighs.

“Good boy, good boy.” Emil praised as he kissed a trail down your spine.

“I love good boys like you. My good boy.” He added, murmuring more small praises to you.

He flipped you over and Ada wiped off her hand. She slipped off her dress. The psychologist sat on your thighs, you were laying on your back.

She slowly inserted your dick into her sopping wet cunt.

When your length was completely enveloped in her hole, Emil sat in front of you hovering over your chest.

His knees were on either side of your head and his hard cock was in front of your face. He tapped your cheek with it.

“Open wide~”

You opened your mouth and he yanked the leash, making you take half his length. Ada started to ride you and you quivered, bucking your hips into her but she didn’t let it last long.

“Behave.”

She held your hips down as Emil fucked into your throat, pulling your leash with one hand and holding your head with the other.

The tags clinked on the collar with every pull and every thrust into your mouth. The stimulation was becoming too much.

Emil felt the vibrations of you moaning on his cock and he groaned.

“Fuck-! Your mouth feels so good, puppy… ‘m gonna cum again.”

Ada heard your whines and rode you into an overstimulated ecstasy.

You wanted so desperately to buck your hips into hers, to match her pace but she just had you sit there and take her fucking.

“Are you going to cum?” She asked sweetly as she bounced up and down your cock.

You couldn’t see her breasts bounce with her movement since Emil was in the way. A muffled moan left your throat as Emil thrust into it once more.

You wanted to touch her, to feel her curves. Your hands were holding onto Emil’s thighs.

”Go on. Cum, puppy.”

She slammed her hips down one final time and that had whatever knot that was in your stomach undoing.

You came inside of her, Emil still fucking your throat through your climax but slowing down after your orgasm.

Your dick was sopping wet with Ada’s juices and Emil released his load down your throat with a grunt.

You swallowed it and he stroked your face. Emil kissed your forehead and he finally moved, all three of you had flushed faces.

“You did so good, you good boy.” Ada praised and Emil littered your ears with compliments.

The patient and psychologist left you to lay down and rest. They put on their bath robes and turned to your exhausted and panting form laying on the bed.

”I’ll run a bath. Emil, can you get his robe?”

”Okay, Ada.”

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