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Ah yes, I forgot! Today for breakfast I had 3 tablespoons of white rice and a bit of pork.
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#antonio salieri#fate grand order#fgo#my art#today (18th of august) is antonio salieri's 274th birthday#ahh i wanted to draw something nice but i dont like how it turned out at all...#and drawing on my old laptop is more uncomfortable than i anticipated. i can do without brushes but i forgot to copy gradients and curves (#also a good part of its keyboard doesnt have keys and screen colours are a lot more blue than they should be#oh well anyway!! i will try drawing him later sometime
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Yandere!Barista who is the âposter boyâof the coffee shop he works at. It is honestly deserved: he has a pretty face, a charming smile and a playful yet sweet attitude. He is especially popular among the girlsâŚwho he keeps rejecting. He is just not looking for something casual, you know? He dates to marry, not to be someoneâs eye-candy.
Yandere!Barista who, one day, sees you walk into the store. Is that a Corroded Coffin shirt you have on ? He loves that band! This is what he tells you when it is your turn to order. What do you mean he looks too much like a goody two-shoes to be a fan? Alright, Miss âI am so dark and edgyâ, what do you want to order? Black coffee? The banter goes on until he has to shoo you away, with an amused smile, as the other people in line are starting to get impatient.
Yandere!Barista who glances your way every chance he gets. Not only are you fun to talk to, but you also look really cute. Sometimes, between orders, he gets to converse with you. He eagerly returns your small wave when it is time for you to leave. As he goes to your table to collect the receipt, he finds your cup still there. On it, there is a small doodle of him along with your number. A pink hue dusts his cheeks as he brings a hand to cover the side of his face. He is definitely keeping that cup.
Yandere!Barista who saved your number under âCutie <3â. The more you text each other, the more you hang out together, the more he becomes obsessed. It is honestly starting to scare him. The other night, he had your cup in his hands to look at the doodle. Next thing he knew, he had his lips where yours had been when you were drinking from it. It flustered him so much, he threw the cup in the trash bin afterwardsâŚonly to go get it back five minutes laterâŚHe is asking you out on a date for sure next time he sees you.
Yandere!Barista who does your coffee with trembling hands. He really doesnât want to do this, but you didnât leave him a choice. Today, on your usual table, you are sitting with a man other than him. He canât possibly lose the only person who took the time to get to know him beyond his looks. The drug should work in about fifteen minutes, five minutes after closing time. This should be perfect, you always wait for him to close the shop and walk home together. He can do this, he can do this, he can do thisâŚYou will be happy at his house, you will be happy with him. It is with a heavy mind and painful heart that he gives you your order.
Yandere!Barista who you got pinned against the wall of the storage room, one hand beside his head and the other one holding your cup. He is as white as a ghost. He keeps looking around. He is sweating all over. This couldnât be. You couldnât possibly know- You firmly grab his jaw and turn his face towards you. âDrinkâ, you say coldly. What are you gonna do to him after he becomes unconscious? Will you report him to the police? Will you hurt him? He closes his eyes tightly as you bring the cup to his lips. The moment it reaches them, you drop it on the floor and replace it with your lips. His eyes open in shock as you give him a small, tender kiss. âThat was my cousin, idiotâ, you tell him affectionately. You look at him for a couple more seconds before putting on your bag. He is still frozen in place as you add: âTomorrow, 6pm, at my house. Alright?â. You leave before he can answer.
Yandere!Barista who slides down the wall until he is sitting on the floor. All that is left of him is a blushing, quivering mess. With shaky fingers, he touches his lips; a small whimper involuntarily comes out his mouth. He is about to combust. He feels so weak, he canât get up. You scared the shit out of him, but that was so hot ahhâŚHe didnât know you could be this assertive. And that kissâŚhe buries his face in his hands and groans. Kissing you is all he has ever dreamed of, yet he stayed still like a dumbass when it finally happened. He is so lame-you make him so lame. Guess tomorrow would be his chance to redeem himself.
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hi!! I read your fics and I love your writing style! I was wondering if you could do something with a human reader, maybe she works in a bookshop or sheâs a teacher? And itâs all cute because he finds her genuine??? Maybe some angst because she finds herself in danger? Idk sorry Iâm rambling I just wanted something with a human reader đ§đťââď¸đ
the place where the pages meet
logan howlett x bookseller!reader
4k words, rated explicit.
cocky!logan; awkward!reader; excessive book references; threat of physical violence (quickly averted); anti-mutant language & sentiments; smut (oral - reader receiving, penetrative sex). minors dni. thank you @saradika-graphics for dividers!
The sky is heavy with the promise of rain, and you suck your breath in through your teeth. Itâs fifty-fifty on days like these: either people will seek shelter in your little store, or theyâll scurry away with the fear any purchases they make will get soaked and ruined.
God damn it, what kind of fool opens an independent book shop in New York?
Youâre the kind of fool, apparently. Still, itâs your home, both figuratively between all the old paperbacks and literally with your tiny apartment on the top floor. Barely more than a studio, but enough for you. A piece for yourself carved out of this world.Â
Outside it starts to pour. You sigh. Well, at least you know youâll get one visitor today.
Charles, your dear friend and long-time financial supporter of your store, had called earlier to let you know that the usual face wouldnât be coming to grab his order. Itâs a shame, you like Ororo, enjoy sitting and sharing a pot of oolong with her on quiet days. Also she could have chased away this terrible weather for you. Ah well.Â
âWho can I expect?â youâd asked.Â
Charles had laughed, a warm and friendly sound.Â
âAhh, youâll know Logan when you see him.â
You donât know what youâd do without Charles. Between orders of rare books for his personal collections and en-masse copies of classics for the kids, he pretty much keeps this place running for you. Bless that man, honestly, because youâre not sure where youâd be without him.Â
The sound of someone pulling up outside has you putting down your book and turning towards the shop window.Â
A pickup truck parks up by the kerbside and you watch the man in the driverâs seat emerge into the rain. He cuts a fine figure, tall and strong, but you donât get a good look at him until he walks through the front door.Â
Oh no, you think, heâs handsome.Â
Leather jacket now pocked with raindrops, very obvious white vest beneath it showing off his broad chest. He shakes like a dog to get the moisture out of his hair as he stamps his boots on the doormat, pausing only briefly to scrutinise its no admittance expect on party business slogan.Â
âLogan?â you ask. He looks up and when his eyes first meet yours? Oh, a fire is sent down your spine.Â
âYeah,â he confirms, looking around to take in the place. You canât tell if heâs impressed or not. He has a remarkably neutral face, careful, the sort of man who doesnât want to give anything away about himself.Â
âYouâre⌠here for Charlesâ books?â
Heâs sauntering over to the counter now. Cocks an eyebrow. It goes right through you. Fuck.Â
âThatâd be me.â Thereâs a beat. âWhy, you think someoneâd try and steal them?â
âPeople can steal books!â you say, defensively.Â
âPeople named Logan who youâre clearly expecting?â
You bristle, because heâs got you. Something flickers over his face for a second: a smile.Â
Oh no, you think, heâs handsome and heâs an asshole.
Huffing, you fish the box out from under the desk and groan with effort as you lift it up. Logan takes it from your grasp as if it weighs nothing at all. Your fingers touch as you do. You try to ignore it.
âThanks,â he says, easily.
âMm. Mind the rain. Itâd be a shame if you slipped.â
A proper smile crosses his face then, but he turns away too quickly for you to let it sink in. The bell on the door chimes as he heads back out into the rain.
Well, you hope you never see him again.
By the same time next week, youâre really hoping you see him again.
Youâve sort of not been able to get him out of your mind. He was kinda prickly, sure, but a welcome break from the mundanity of your life, and pretty good looking to boot. Itâs probably just a pipe dream. Youâre sure itâll be Ororo again, and you can go back to the easy pattern of seeing your dear friend. Thatâs okay. Youâre fine with it. Who needs a handsome man? You have your books, you have your store, youâre happy.
Yeah. Youâre happy.Â
Imagine your surprise, then, when you hear a motorbike outside your shop.
You must be blessed with street parking, because Logan pulls up right outside again. Same jacket, same well-worn jeans. He catches your eye through the window and youâre sure they glisten. You pretend to be engrossed in your book but itâs not fooling anyone, the words swim into soup on the page as you see him approach.
The door goes; he approaches the counter. Closer this time, you can smell him. Tobacco and leather. Fuck itâs good.
âYou should wear a helmet,â you say, trying to be flippant. Logan lets out a single, solitary note of a chuckle from deep in his chest.
âIâll be fine. Thanks for your concern, though.â
You feel your cheeks heat up and try to hide it by looking for Charlesâ order again. Itâs a single book, a first edition you had to go through the backwater book depositories to hunt down. Youâre the best at what you do, though, so it was no real problem. Itâs why he always comes to you.
âHere you go. Let him know Iâll try and find the sequel if heâs interested, too.â
âSure.â
Once again your fingers touch as you hand the book to Logan. No. No, this is too quick! You want to keep him here for a little while longer. He looks so out of place between the wonky shelves and hanging plants, itâs just perfect.
Your mouth tries to say two things at once: can you tell Charles Iâll have his other order ready same time next week, and, do you like to read often?Â
Instead what comes out is, âcan you read?â
You must wince when you ask the question, because Logan stands there transfixed. Baffled, just for a second.
âCan I⌠read?â he repeats slowly.Â
Iâve failed you, Iâm so fucking sorry I didnât stop your mouth in time, says your brain.
âI didnât mean⌠of course you read⌠I just⌠I didnât want to assume⌠maybe you didnât like books⌠ermâŚâ
âYeah, I read,â he says softly, as if you are an old dog and he is putting you out of your misery. You fucking wish he would. Jesus Christ, itâs like youâve never spoken to another person before.
You canât find a way to recover this. Your cheeks are on fire. Youâre going to explode and burn down your store. Oh authors, you are so sorry for using all these works as kindling.
You expect Logan to turn on his heel and walk out but he⌠doesnât. Instead he takes a step back so that he can look at the shelf nearest to the desk. Runs his fingers across the spines before picking one. Itâs slim, no more than the width of his finger; he puts it on the counter and fishes his wallet out of his pocket.
In the Miso Soup by RyĹŤ Murakami. You ring him up, punching the price into your old cash register, give him his change. His palm is soft as you drop coins into it.Â
âSee you next week,â he says, stashing both his book and Charlesâ inside his jacket.Â
âOkay,â you say, amazed youâre able to get any words out, and watch him walk away again.
He does see you next week.
The sunâs out, so heâs sans jacket, and oh fuck you can see how his arms are like treetrunks. The way this man has you reacting is unhealthy. You try and focus on the hardback in your hands but all you can picture is those veins which are bulging on his biceps, begging you to come and get to know them better.
âYouâre always reading huh?âÂ
His voice makes you jump a little, youâre not expecting him to be so close. You look up. He slides his sunglasses up into his hair. Fuck itâs the hottest thing youâve ever seen.
âWould you trust a bookstore owner who didnât read?â you ask, bristling with the need to defend this little shop and your place in it. He holds his hands up in the universal sign of peace.
âNot an insult, just an observation.â
You sink back from attack mode, walls still a little high, but definitely coming down.
âHow did you get on with the Murakami last week?â
Logan takes a moment to consider this, trying to piece his answer together in a way which wonât offend you.
âI liked it until the last chapter.â
You sit up in your chair.Â
âYes! A lot of people say that. It feels like it ends sort of abruptly, but if you just appreciate it for what it is, itâs a good book.â
He smiles a little as you speak. You fucking love talking about books, to a degree some people find absurd. You donât want to babble though, so you force yourself to end your observations there.
Logan nods at the book in your hands.
âWhat are you reading now?â
You lift up your book so he can see the cover: A. S. Byattâs The Djinn in the Nightingaleâs Eye.Â
âItâs very good! Byatt has such a wonderful way of writing. I love fairy tales and thereâs such a wonderful voice in this one. They made the titular story into a movie a couple of years back, itâs quite good actually, it has Tilda Swinton in it.â Youâre floundering. Donât stray too far from the normal lines of conversation. Mouth, for fuckâs sake stay on course, begs your brain. It doesnât. Instead you ask, âdo you⌠like Tilda Swinton?â
Logan raises an eyebrow and you know this is a man who has never once had to consider the question of whether or not he likes the actress Tilda Swinton.Â
Mouth still talking. MOUTH STILL TALKING, your brain screams. Itâs true. It is. You were too busy being horrified to notice.
What your mouth says while being unchaperoned is, âThereâs a little single-screen theatre nearby doing a showing of it this week, actually, do you wanna come with?â
DID YOU JUST ASK HIM OUT. DID YOU JUST ASK HIM OUT?!
Logan doesnât seem to know what to make of that. He seems just as shocked that youâve asked as you are. But then, just as you want to cast yourself into the street so that a passing garbage truck might take pity on you and sweep you away, he smiles. Itâs slow, but it makes him look so much hotter.
âSure, why not.â
Oh mouth you genius. I shall never doubt you again.
âOh, okay, great! Uhh, are you free Friday?â
âI can be. What timeâs the screening?â
âSeven. Meet me here at six-thirty?â
âItâs a date.â
Fuck, it is a date, isnât it. Itâs a date!
Logan stands there, awaiting something. Youâre confused for a beat, then go up on your tiptoes, aiming your mouth towards his.
âAs much as I appreciate the gesture⌠Charlesâ book, honey.â
Hmmm, okay. Still time for the earth to just swallow you whole then, actually.
You sort of donât expect him to turn up. You wouldnât go on a date with you, all awkward edges and uncomfortable words. And heâs⌠the coolest fucking guy youâve ever seen.Â
Of course he wonât turn up. Of course he wonât.Â
He turns up.Â
Heâs waiting for you outside the store, leaning against a lamppost, dressed in flannel and smelling like subtle cologne. You canât help lighting up when you see him and hope youâre dressed suitably - your nicest pair of dungarees and a tight-fitting jumper.Â
âHey! You made it,â you say.Â
ââCourse I did,â he replies with a little smile. Oh, youâre giddy.Â
âCâmon, itâs not a long walk. Itâs a nice night too.â
He lets you chatter as the two of you make the brief journey, content to have you talk his ear off about business and books. Heâs happy to answer any questions you ask him about himself: what he does for a living, how he knows Charles, if heâs got anything else on his to-read list. The two of you skirt around the most obvious thing: if he lives at the mansion, heâs definitely a mutant. You canât quite get the courage to ask him about it. Seems easier to just let it lie, so you do. Itâs not that important anyway, you think, you like Logan, with or without any extra bits.Â
When you arrive at the little hole-in-the-wall cinema, he gets the tickets and the popcorn and the drinks. You do your best not to feel absolutely pathetic by his side. Surely everyone here knows youâre punching above your weight with this absolute grade A specimen of a man? Youâre so busy looking around the foyer to make sure nobody is staring that you almost donât realise when he takes your hand in his.
âYou with me, honey?â he asks, soft, low. You swallow thickly and nod because for once, you canât find the words.
Itâs not a very full screening, which is just fine, because youâre happy to be alone with Logan in the dark. You share a bucket of popcorn and a secret little thrill runs up your spine every time your fingers brush together. When thatâs finished, he puts his arm around the back of your chair and you snuggle up against his side, cursing the damn plastic cupholder in the middle forcing you to keep a distance.Â
One hundred and eight minutes. Theyâre not enough. You want to be here forever. But eventually the credits roll, the lights come up, and Logan has to pull his arm back; you hope the reluctance in the withdrawal of the gesture isnât just your imagination.Â
âWhat did you think?â you ask, standing up and stretching. Logan follows suit, mulling over the question.Â
âIt was⌠cute,â he decides. âI can see why you like it.âÂ
You beam.Â
âI can lend you the book if you want. It goes into way more detail about the main characterâs life at the start, itâs very stream-of-consciousness but I really enjoy it? Itâs different to the other stories before it but definitely worth reading. I think thatâŚâ
Youâre outside now, under the streetlights, fingers tangled easily with his, and when he stills youâre pulled to a stop too.Â
âHmm?â
He drops his grip on your hand so that he can put one under your jaw, tilting your head to get a better look at you. Your heart beats violently. He can definitely feel it. He knows. You donât care. Fuck, heâs so near.Â
âYou talk a lot, huh?â he asks. Itâs not unkind, the smile on his face is one of fondness, and all of your skeleton turns to jelly as you fucking melt under the affection in his gaze.Â
âPlease shut me up,â your beg comes out as a whisper, and he does.Â
His lips are rough against yours, guiding, but sweet. The hair on his face tickles your cheeks. You wrap your arms around his shoulders and bring him down to kiss him with more enthusiasm. This is not a public-appropriate display of affection, and someone honks their car horn at you both, but it just serves to make you laugh against his mouth and keep going. His hands slide onto your hips and hold you tight against him. Possessive. Wanting. Covetous.Â
âYou know,â he says when he pulls back for air, still running his lips along the line of your jaw to the hinge beneath your ear, âwhen Charles told me I should go and get those books, he said Iâd like the person who runs the store. Didnât expect you to be such a gorgeous little thing, though.â
You, gorgeous! Logan thinks youâre gorgeous! You could do a fucking cartwheel in celebration. You donât though, youâd probably give yourself a concussion.Â
His hand goes to his pocket and his brow furrows and, for a second, you panic. Has he started regretting kissing you already? Another quick kiss calms that down though, settling the simmer of worry in your stomach.Â
âI think I left my wallet in the theatre. Hold on, Iâll grab it, then Iâll walk you home?â
âOnly if you come in with me,â you breathe, and once again your mouth has taken the reins on that one. Logan huffs a laugh, a little incredulous, but mostly pleased at your gumption.Â
âOkay, sweetheart. Okay.â
He leaves you standing there, feeling all tingly. This is happening. Itâs fucking happening! Sometimes the stars align for a book nerd and a handsome guy wants to come up to their studio apartment. You thank Jesus, Buddha, Arthur C. Clarke - whoever is listening, they fucking deserve it.Â
âYou gonna fuck that mutant?â
The voice sends a chill down your throat.Â
The trio of guys standing behind you do not look friendly. The biggest one, the one standing in the middle, sneers at your panic, crossing thick arms over a broad chest.
âWell? I asked you a question.â
You screw your courage to the sticking place, puffing up a little.Â
âDonât see how thatâs any of your business,â you spit back, hoping that vitriol will deter them. It does not. Instead, they close in, hyenas around a cadaver.Â
âNever had a human dick you down good enough, huh? Need a little help? Câmon baby, weâll show you.â
He reaches out to grab your arm. You let out a noise of panic.Â
At the same time, Loganâs fist collides with his face.Â
The guy is sent stumbling back, spitting out a globule of blood. His friends step away with panic in their eyes. Logan moves in front of you, his bulk your shield, three metal claws extending from between his knuckles.Â
Yeah. Mutant, huh?
âI think you were just leaving, pal,â says Logan in a voice which doesnât bear messing with. The man bares his reddened teeth.Â
âThe fuck do you think you are, mutant scum--?!â
He lunges for Logan and the breath is sucked from your lungs when you see heâs pulling out a fucking knife, but another punch sends him flat on his ass. The blade clatters across the street and into the gutter. His friends grab either one of his arms and half stand him up, half drag him away.
âShit, itâs not worth itâ!â is their conclusion as they disappear into the night, shouting back expletives, blood trailing from their leader. Logan shakes out his fist, flexes his fingers; claws retract. He turns to you, slowly.Â
âYou okay?â he asks, hurriedly checking you over. You nod.Â
âYâŚyeah. Shaken.â you confess.Â
âC'mon. Letâs get you home,â he sighs, and from the cadence of his voice you can tell heâs worried the night has been ruined. You place your hand on his bicep.Â
âLogan?â
âYeah?â
âWill you still⌠will you still come up?â
He softens.Â
âIf itâll make you feel safer, sweetheart.â
It does.Â
And thatâs how you find him sitting on your well-loved couch in between your needlepoint pillows, looking around your tiny home as you make a pot of coffee to share.Â
âJesus, youâve got more books in here than in the store,â he mutters.Â
âWell, some of them I couldnât part with. I like them too much. And, as you pointed out, I am always reading.â
You look around at the shelves stuffed into your flat, the dozens of them holding hundreds of novels, plays, poems. You love them all dearly. They all hold a special piece of your heart, you can remember where you were when you read most of them. (Downstairs while manning the desk is often the answer).Â
âOh, even this?â
You can hear the smile in Loganâs voice. Heâs holding up a copy of Fifty Shades. You scoff, rolling your eyes.Â
âChrist, I read that as a professional courtesy to the art of bookselling. Got it for fifty cents at a thrift store. Itâs crap. If you want some good erotica I can recommendâŚâ
The sentence lingers unfinished. Logan raises his eyebrows.Â
âYou can recommend what, huh?â
The coffee is ready. You can smell its rich scent enveloping your little apartment. An idea forms. Creates a heavy anticipation on your tongue. Your brain screams at you.Â
Locked. Loaded. Fire, mouth, fire!
â⌠then Iâd recommend you take me to bed,â you say.
Logan stares, eyes wide. Youâve had an immediate effect on him. His pupils dilate.Â
âI⌠honey, after earlier, Iâm not sure if you shouldâŚâ
You cross the room and sit on his lap, an easy feat when his legs are so thick and inviting. His sentence stops as you press your mouth to the pulse in his neck. Kiss.Â
âIâm a consenting adult,â a kiss on his cheek, âwhoâs invited you into their home,â a kiss on his brow, âand is asking you to take them across their painfully tiny apartment and fuck them. If you donât want to, thatâs okay, but Logan? Iâve been game ever since you first walked in from the rain.â
He looks up at you to double check that youâre telling the truth, then kisses you with such ferocity that you squeak.Â
You do not make it to the bed.Â
He undresses you there on the sofa in the middle of your bookshelves, between BrontĂŤ and Austen, beside Carter and Rushdie. Your clothes end up in a messy little pile on the coffee table. It gets kicked and the pile of literary magazines slide to the floor as Logan moves to take off his shoes, letting you drag his jeans down and off of him, cupping his cock in his boxers.
Fuck. Thick, heavy, large, you want all of it. All of him.Â
He leans you back against your kitschy little pillows with book quotes on them and pulls your dungarees off, an act both ridiculous and endearing. He catches your knee in his hand and begins to kiss up your thigh towards your underwear.
âFuck,â you whisper as he presses a kiss to your sex over the fabric. He grins up at you from between your legs.Â
âThat was the plan.â
He fucks you with his mouth like a man starved, luxuriating in the little sounds you make for him, pressing fingers inside you without any effort at all. You cum all over his knuckles embarrassingly quickly. He looks sorta smug.Â
âBaby, when was the last time someone took care of youâŚ?â he asks, licking a stripe along your sex to taste what heâs done. You huff.Â
âToo long. You gonna fix that?â
Itâs a challenge and he takes it as one. You strip off his shirt, making sure to get a good feel of his muscles as you go, kissing his pectorals and abs just because you can. He slides inside you with one thrust, one of your legs in a crook at his hip; the other with its ankle resting on his shoulder. He starts moving and the couch shakes but all you can do is cling on for dear life to the crocheted blanket.Â
âHoly shit⌠so fuckinâ tight⌠arenât you just the most gorgeous thingâŚâ he hisses. You reach up enough to tangle your fingers in his hair and drag him down for a kiss, sloppy and charged with heat. His hand moves in between your legs and you cum for the second time that night, hissing with satisfaction as he spills inside you.Â
You collapse onto the sofa together, your heavy breaths harmonising. When he pulls back to kiss you this time itâs softer. With intention. With reference.Â
âUh, you know, theyâre showing To Kill a Mockingbird next week. Maybe dinner beforehand, if youâre interested?â
He laughs affectionately and you can feel the rumble in his chest.
âSounds good. Youâll have to lend me the book first.â
Fuck yeah. Youâre never doubting your mouth again.Â
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I loved your parent Arle headcanons ahh <33
May I request something similar but instead itâs oneshot Arle finding out fem reader is pregnant? I was thinking reader is a harbinger too and they both find out together while on a mission in another nation but itâs up to you !
with you.
Pairings: arlecchino x fem!reader
CW: sfw, moderately but also slightly suggestive, female reader, pregnant reader, arle referred to as husband, wlw, GIRLS KISSING OH MY GOD?? itâs their biological child bro donât even ask how donât ask and just hc whatever u want thereâs like baby magic, arleâs real name mentioned blah blah yk this, harbinger reader, mention of sex, fluff, lazy writing toward the end, not proofread.
A/N: I want to write so badly but my homework says no anyway guys my brain loves cooking so much omg also my tea tastes EXTRA good todayâupdate the second half was done the next day I have no tea :(âŚactually Iâm just too lazy to get the giant jug out of the fridge and Iâm finishing this so I can go get bubble tea instead lolđŻď¸
Heaps of fluffed blankets bunched up at the edge of the bed, messily piled below yours and Arlecchinoâs feet. Her hand was draped over your loosely covered shoulder, the black gradient trailing up her arms contrasting with your skin dimly brightened by the illuminating candle filling the room. Small shivers surged through every vein of your body as you slumbered, stomach churning as you felt your muscles tense roughly even in your sleep. Arlecchino carefully blinked one eye open, her cross marked eyes eyeing your scrunched up expression of discomfort.
Soft fabric of your undershirt brushed along your shoulder decorated with goosebumps blistered across your skin, the shoulder strap of your undershirt sliding a bit lower past your shoulder as her hand brushed up and down to ridge along the blooming bumps decorating your skin. The constant jabs continued to rack your body over and over, a swelling ache seeming to stiffen every joint in your body and making you stir in your curled fetal position. Hunching your shoulders, you rolled over onto your side once more, the tip of your nose lightly grazing Arlecchinoâs neck.
Honestly, couldnât even think up a single reason why your body continuously harbored a pang of soreness spread through every small compartment of your body. It had initially crept in as a few light cramps, starting off bearable and only irritating you every now and then. Musing all the possibilities, you shrugged off the periodic stings stabbing at your abdomen as muscle cramps or mild injuries from your mission. After all, mild injuries werenât anything of concern to a harbinger of your status.
Ever since you had been dispatched on a mission along with the Knave, or rather your dear husband Arlecchino, everything had gone smoothly up until the present. The two of you had carried out the Tsaritsaâs orders accordingly, and found a lavish inn to stay the night at in order to replenish your strength. Golden light shadowed across the hall endlessly, the bright glows of the looming chandelier swinging back and forth carefully above your head gave quite the nice impression of the inn the two of you had come across. After all, you deserved a nice, opulent stay for a night after getting through a tedious mission around the outskirts of Snezhnaya.
Even now as you looked back on it, the receptionistâs expression didnât make much sense as she slid a polished room key across the wooden table in your direction, the quiet grate of steel on wood bristling across the wood in sync with her morphed smirk. You simply exchanged confused glances with Arlecchino, who was equally puzzled with the receptionistâs words of: âI wonder if the Fatui shake entire roomsâŚhave fun in there!â
Of course you could shake entire rooms, you had one of the highest rankings that any member of the Fatui could bear.
You and Arlecchino stepped foot into the warmly lit room, a comfortable bed with draped silk covers spilling off the sides situated square in the middle along with a spruce bedside table and porcelain decorations standing proud on the other desk tables across the room. Sure enough, the lighting clearly wasnât the only thing in the room that was warm. Your body was suddenly flooded with an unshakable heat, raising the temperature of your neckline as pores of sweat accumulated at the base of your neck. The faint scent of jasmine grazing your nostrils was too strong to ignore, enveloping you in a sense of fervor and mild passion. And surely enough, Arlecchino was affected too.
The next thing you knew, the two of you basked in the dimmed lights and gentle air tickling your skin within the cold darkness, movements intensifying as you took in each otherâs unclothed form. Arlecchino clawed at your side with each breath you drew in, nails raking along your plush hips as the two of you were lost in the thick heat clouding the atmosphere around the two of you.
By the next morning, you both continued with your day, heading back to the Fatuiâs headquarters as if this was a normal occurrence between you two. Upon creaking open the heavy doors to the Tsaritsaâs well furnished chambers, you and Arlecchino had knelt before the Cryo Archon, the black fluff of the coatâs neckline feathering against your cheek with each sway of wind slipping in through the small crack of the opened window.
A near frustrated groan came dangerously close to pushing past your lips as the Tsaritsa commanded a mission for the two of you once more, ordering you both to take care of matters somewhere around Fontaine once again. Of course, you two couldnât deny a mission from the Cryo Archon. It was significantly less tedious compared to the one you had just returned from, so why not?
However, as you and Arlecchino wavered through the sea parting the way to Fontaine, you couldnât shake off a gnawing sense of nausea clawing at your belly as the ship rocked along the currents. A few droplets of ocean water trickled onto the ship, the clear liquid stilled on the edge of the boat as it seemed to glare at you despite being a mere inanimate state of matter. Your mind couldnât help but race with unnerving possibilities shrieking like a parasitic voice thickly buzzing around your skull. You had clearly never felt so agitated before, nor paranoid over seemingly nothing.
â(Name). Seriously, are you alright?â
Ah. Peruereâs firm, yet collected tone always washed a sweet comfort over you. Especially when she seemingly showed concern over your well being.
You simply nodded, palm running along your side in circular motions as a way to soothe the throbbing pain which thankfully subsided a few solid moments later. By the time you were already in Fontaine, the pain was almost always present. You began vomiting quite frequently, often removing yourself from diplomatic relations to go throw up somewhere else. If not that, then you sure as hell were drowsy 24/7, feeling like you were about to break and collapse onto the earth at any moment.
In this very moment as you huddled into Arlecchinoâs neck, you drew in a sharp breath quickly as your hand rested atop hers, which was currently thumbing at the strap of your undershirt. Her sweet scent momentarily distracted you from the ache in your stomach growing to pester you every moment of the day? Sure, they stopped, but it felt as if something was landing blows on your gut from the inside, kicking vigorously at your swollen stomach. Thankfully, Arlecchino finally arose beside you, her body tilted forward as she sat upright groggily. The soft hue of the dimmed lights warmed the tone of your face, your drained expression on full view for her to see.
She simply quirked an eyebrow in concern. She was aware you could handle yourself, yet your fatigued form couldnât help but fill her with a sense of worry upon seeing you stir in supposed pain. The past week had plagued her mind with constant anticipation and uncertainty about you, wondering if she should contact the doctor situated not too far from your accommodations in Fontaineâs main city.
âAbout 3 weeks, Miss (Name).â The doctor replied, pressing his forefinger down onto the middle of his glasses to lower them as his eyes glided along the scribbled paperwork in his hand. You blinked in surprise, hand resting on your own thigh as an awkward silence fogged the room for what felt like centuries. Carefully, you rose to your feet as to not exert yourself too much, before delivering a thankful wave to the doctor who examined you. Swallowing down the nervous rise piling in your chest, you creaked the door open to exit the office, mind racing with what Arlecchinoâs reaction would be.
Would she be happy? Upset? What if she isnât ready to have any children with you in particular? Would she feel tied down?
The pestering questions continued to eat away at you as you slowly paced to your quarters, growingly anxious about how she would react to such major information being dropped onto her. You simply shook your head as you reached the foot of your shared room, shaky hand resting upon the doorknob. It didnât matter how she reacted. You were 3 weeks pregnant and that was for sure, it was just a matter of what the two of you would agree to do.
As you turned the doorknob with a soft click, creaking open the door, your body suddenly felt heavy and sluggish. Each trudge forward felt like you were opposing gravity when you set your foot down in a single step. Arlecchino was situated on the bed, sitting on the edge as she remained lost in thought while tracing her own cursed hands. She didnât take long to notice you, and her head snapped up to meet your gaze once she caught sight of your form standing at the corner of the wall.
âAh. Love. How did the visit go?â She inquired, her voice gentle and soothing. You felt frozen in your spot, staring at her like an unmoving stone statue as your fists opened and closed slowly. By this point, your hands piled up a small amount of sweat between them as you clasped your fingers close, breaths coming out slowly in your perception.
âArle, Iâm pregnant.â
The atmosphere of the room was stunned just as silent as it was when the doctor revealed the same information to you, your anticipation growing as Arlecchino stood up and started walking toward you. You began fidgeting with your own hands, thumbs slipping against each other as her tall stature slowly drew closer and closer to you. Within seconds, she was right in front of you, hands raising to rest onto your shoulders gently.
âWhat do you want to do with the child, my love?â
You found yourself almost immediately relaxing, tense muscles resting upon hearing her sweet tone brushing against your ears. It was as if the world around you slowly cleared your vision, alluring you into Arlecchinoâs arms as she wrapped you into a soft hug. Her blackened hands pressed along your back in circular motions, massaging you comfortingly as her lips ghosted over the shell of your ear.
âIâŚwas thinking of keeping it.â
Arlecchino simply smiled, a rare occurrence that crossed upon her expressionâŚunless she was with you. Her arms hemmed around your waist carefully, drawing you in against her chest as she rested her chin onto the top of your head. She simply let out a quiet hum in response, closing her eyes to rest against you. You followed suit, closing your own eyes slowly as you relaxed in Arlecchinoâs grip.
âVery well. Weâll finally be able to be at peace together.â
A/N: I am sorry BUR IM SO SKEEPY RN IM NOT GONNA BOTHER ANYMORE WITH THE END IM SORRY
#genshin impact#genshin impact x reader#genshin x reader#wlw#genshin writing#alrecchino#arlecchino genshin x reader#genshin arlecchino x reader#arlecchino genshin impact#genshin impact arlecchino#genshin arlecchino#arlechinno x reader#arlecchino smut#arlecchino genshin#arlecchino#arlecchino x reader#arlechinno genshin#arlecchino fluff#genshin
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Tentacle Maid Boy is a clumsy lad, but a well meaning one. Causes about 60% of the messes he has to clean up due to the suction of his suckers leaving imprints on glass and trails of mucus left behind whenever he goes. He struggles with walking on certain surfaces - namely smoothed, polished ones/gets tired ratherly quickly walking on his tendrils. Whenever the time calls, he'll use a wheelchair to get around.
Out of everyone, I'd say Groundskeeper Reader is closest to him- He can get a little touchy/overbearing, but Groundskeeper Reader likes the little spills he makes since they know they're mostly out of his control and it gives them something to do between larger clean ups.
He is one of few employees at the manor who will not attack guests unless provoked. Spilling ill of Groundskeeper or asking too many questions about his legs beneath his dress is a sure fire way to get on his bad side. If a guest is impolite enough to try and take a peak, they'll be dealt with the only possible punishment. Strangulation until all the bones in their neck shatter or their head pops off. Whichever comes first-
Useless fact, but he pronounce the word "No" as "Non" Nobody really knows why-
I love him so much. Any possible name suggestions for him? Haven't decided which exact one yet, but he is based off of an octopus.
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[Groundskeeper Reader wheels the maid's chair up to a flight of stairs - a large "Out of Order" sign slapped on the chair lift.]
Tentacle Maid: Darn... Maintenance said it would be fixed today.. We can take the elevator!... Non, that's busted too.... Don't worry about me, Groundskeeper. I'll manage on my own.
[Groundskeeper Reader picks up the maid, throwing him over one shoulder as they close and carry his wheelchair along with them up the stairs.]
Tentacle Maid: Gasp! Groundskeeper! You're so strong! I knew you had to have some strength with all you do around here, but gosh! [Fans himself] I'm getting a little light headed!
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Tentacle Maid, holding napkins in each tentacle as he sobs: What am I going to do... These glasses are all smudged on the outside and the guests will be here in ten minutes!
[Groundskeeper Reader cracks their knuckles, nudging him out of the way as they pick up a dish rag]
Tentacle Maid, wiping his eyes: My hero <3....
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Guest: Hey? What's the trail of slimy stuff you're leaving behind?
Tentacle Maid: Ahh... W-well...
[Groundskeeper Reader walks by wearing mop shoes - going over the trail with soap and water.]
Guest: Oh.... Excuse me.
Tentacle Maid, clasping his hands together: My angel...
#Groundskeeper Reader#yandere imagines#yandere oc#yandere x reader#yandere headcanons#yandere scenarios#yandere x you#yandere insert#yandere blurb#yandere#male yandere#yandere teratophilia#AnaĂŻs my oc
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drabble...
"Haa hnn... ahh..."
The sighs of a beloved (h/c), his back laid over the firm table of an empty workshop, curtains closed keeping the room dark. That didn't keep the burning ember behind hazel eyes that was sipping on the (h/c) he was holding.
Sousuke continued to lean down, his hands holding (m/n)'s waist and he was in between the (h/c)'s thighs, their crotches dangerously close to each other. Sucking on (s/c) skin, his teeth nipped and pulled at the neck, drawing out muffled whines he loved to hear.
"S-Sou-kun mffhh! That's enough..." (m/n) tried to push the redhead away, although his own hand was pulling him down by his neck. Sousuke shook his head, mumbling 'no's' as he continued to leave marks on the (h/c)'s neck.
They were both still clad in their school uniforms but (m/n) had to enter the school's workshop to retrieve his forgotten belonging and Sousuke tagged along. He should've known he was walking in dangerous waters in a dark empty room alone with the man that seemed so thrilled to latch his lips onto his every chance he gets.
"Can't seem to stop...your fault for being so handsome..."
The redhead blabbered some more before he caged the (h/c) down on the table, both of his arms beside the (h/c)'s head propping himself up so he wouldn't completely crush (m/n) under his weight.
All (m/n) could do was open his mouth, letting Sousuke suck his tongue. Usually, the redhead almost acted like a guard dog, doing everything (m/n) asks of him, completely submitting to his orders and desires.
However, at times like these, the (h/c) was at complete mercy of Aito Sousuke.
Although he couldn't say he didn't enjoy it, his legs wrapping around to redhead's waist implied otherwise. (m/n)'s hands were tugging on Sousuke's hair, playing with the strands as they continued to make out for god knows how long.
He could feel his skin getting hot just by the movement of their tongues. Sousuke lapping up his spit, clashing their teeths but he was still gentle with the (h/c), acting oddly sweet today.
(m/n) pulled away, saliva trickling down from the corner of his lips, he breathed heavily, his own hair messy in courtesy of the man above him. Sousuke leaned further into him, their noses brushing together, breaths mixing in accompanied by gasps and the rhythm of their chests.
"..."
No words were spoken. No words needed to be spoken. It was like the intertwines of strands, their course already woven, all they had to do was to follow the flow.
The (h/c) gently pressed his lips against Sousuke's the course feeling still present under the thin layer of wetness. Sousuke kissed back, closing his eyes that were gazing at (m/n) the entire time as they shared an intimate moment, a fondness the redhead would look back to.
With a small wet pop, the (h/c) pulled back again and pressed his cheek against Sousuke's. "I'm tired..." He whined, rubbing his face against the redhead who hummed. "Just a bit more..." He whispered before slipping his tongue inside (m/n)'s mouth again.
Whimpers and whining followed, (m/n) having to satisfy the cravings of Sousuke before he was allowed to even hop away from the table he was lying on. The redhead was happy, so so happy that he got to hold, touch and feel the (h/c) in his arms today.
Butterflies grew and butterflies flew.
May they achieve their happy ending they desire.
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LOVE TRIAL!
GUILTY ARENâT I? OF ALL MY LOVE CRIMESâŚ
â [warnings]. [mentions of drinking (venti)]
â synopsis . . . [char] has decided to come clean and acknowledge all the facts necessary for conviction. the conviction? theyâre in love with you.
(more simply, them just being hopeless losers that are in love with you hcs ŕš>âĄ<ŕš)
â characters . . . venti, zhongli, tartaglia, wanderer, lyney, neuvillette, wriothesley, navia, clorinde, arlecchino
â notes . . . i can't go on the genshin x reader tag anymore bc of the amount of smut on it, iâm so loved starved rnâŚ*sighs dramatically* i added venti & zhongli purely bc i love them (plus theyâd also be on trial for war reasons so hehe)
VENTI â 渊迪
love is quite similar to the wind in a way. comes quickly, randomly, it can hit you hard, it can be gentle and peaceful yet it can also be irritating and noisy.
currently, venti was feeling all the negatives: drunk, irritated, and his heartbeat drowning out any exterior noises to the degree he didnât even hear your recognisable footsteps entering angelâs share. normally, heâd instantly perk up at the mere glimpse of you, but he just couldnât bring himself to even bother raising his head up from his arms anymore.
âventi? someone asked me to come check up on youâŚyou alright? (o*・_・)oâ you gently touched his back in comfort which just made his heart swell.
âmfhâŚiâmâhicâokay (ďžăďž)?â he responds nonchalantly.
âyeah, you sound very self-assured donât you...come here then.â
âdrink with me⌠(âĄÂ´đ°`âĄ)â
ânope, iâm getting you far away from angelâs share, this is bad, even for you.â you speak to him so softly it almost makes him sleepy as you attempt to lift him up. venti wrapped his arms around your neck in response, pouting at you with a hazy and dizzy look.
his hand travels to your cheek, delicately caressing it with weird concentration. he leans into what seems like a kiss before pausing and resting his forehead onto your shoulder instead. he whispers in a delicate and dreamy tone, âi love you⌠too much.â
ZHONGLI â é猝
zhongli fiddled with the brooch you gifted him while out on a stroll the other day with a complaisant smile, humming a tune to himself that he specifically remembered you sung. it was such a lovely melody, something so serene and gentle it was almost like the feeling of sunlight on your skin. or perhaps that was only the case because you sung it?
heâs an ancient being with countless of prior lifetimes and ones ahead; heâs no lovesick fool, but he couldnât deny that the giddy feeling in his churning stomach, and the swirling of his heart is a rather enticing experience, one which he cannot tire from.
his mind traced back to the short hangout you had earlier today; nothing unusual, just a walk around liyue harbour with his hand inching closer to yours, breath hitching at the minute contact before he retracted his hand to awkwardly play with his rings. oh, and that angelic smile that he loved so muchâŚ
zhongli traced his bottom lip, imagining it as your own as a silly smile graced his face at his delusion. would you lean into his touch? move away? be startled, confused, or even worried? would you look away? orâŚ
ahhâŚperhaps, heâs a little head over heels for you, alright?
TARTAGLIA â ĺ
Źĺ
âtartaglia, please. this is seriously too much!!â he crumpled another letter with that specific and significant order and threw it skillfully over into the bin. thereâs no such thing as âtoo muchâ when it comes to showering someone with gifts, ESPECIALLY during important holidays and events! at least thatâs what tartagliaâs delusional lovesick mind has led him to wholeheartedly believe.
he gazes over at the countless trinkets youâve given him over the course of your adventures and vacations; i mean if you can do it, why canât he? little does he realise that âtrinketsâ is much more acceptable than âgifts that pile up to your ceiling at the end of each weekâ.
it makes sense for you to want to spoil someone any way you can if you love them.
âŚlove them?? did he love you? i mean, he accepts your affection like itâs a natural instinct, sends you letters and gifts biweekly, his entire family knows you, and whenever you exchange gifts during holidays he purposefully skims his fingers over yours.
but thatâs all just friendly gesturesâŚokay listen he may have believed santa clause (or the teyvat equivalentâŚ?) was real for several years because of pulcinella but heâs not THAT horrifically oblivious (grits teeth). he absolutely adores you, and the letters he has stashed away, that could practically count as love confessions due to how descriptive they are of your character, are solid evidence.
WANDERER â ćľćľŞč
your mind has three defense mechanisms against impactful events: repression, denial and displacement. all of which were prevalent with the wanderer.
he pushed the conscious memories of abandonment into his unconscious, he ignored the reality of his feelings for you to avoid any form of attachment, and proceeded to take out his anger onto you because of the way you made him feel.
heâs convinced himself he hates you.
hate, within the context of a romantic relationship, arises mainly from a relational betrayal. betrayal trauma can feel an awful lot like the dull and lingering pain after a swift punch to the gut. the person who hurt you isn't a stranger, yet when they leave, it certainly feels like you never knew them at all.
thatâs precisely why he canât fall for youâŚbut he does so anyway; because how was he meant to override the childish fluttering in his prototype heart whenever you gently brushed your shoulders together when walking, or when your eyes met and you instantly smiled at him so stupidly?
and well, he isnât really doing a good job of pretending he hates you when he lets you touch him so freely, or when he seeks your simple affections out without shameâŚ
â ITTY BITTY SPOILERS â for both fontaine archon quests đł
LYNEY â ćĺ°ź
lyney rubbed his weary eyes as the light began to settle into his view. while initially blurry, after blinking a few times, lyney realised exactly where he was; the opera epiclese. yet heâs not standing where he and his twin would be if they were preforming a magic show, rather, he was standing directly where an accused perpetrator would.
despite how hazy he felt, that tinge of anxiety managed to bubble into his stomach to ironically stabilise him. the stomping sound of a cane reverberated through the room which fixed his attention to the iudex. âorder.â his voice caused lyney to grimace whatever words heâd utter next. why was he reliving this moment?
âmister lyney, i hereby declare you as guilty in this love trial.â
lyney couldnât help but blink and tilt his head in confusionâŚwhat kind of trial? was that some sort of code? ăăť_ăť?ă
âwith no further objections, the oratrice shall now deliver its final verdict.â however, before he could hear the motions of the machine in action, he awoke: sweaty, confused, and face flushed a brilliant red hue. lyney glanced over at his bedside table, his cheeks tinting even redder at the sight of a rose that he gained from your fine hands.
maybe that dream was trying to tell him somethingâŚ(・â˘Ě︿â˘Ě・)
NEUVILLETTE â éŁçť´čąçš
recently, the skies of fontaine have been ever so clear. every blemish of grey spotted clouds disarrayed into a flurry of white, the sun blazing out and making it the most perfect atmosphere for a pleasant summer. thoughâŚthis was the middle of october, so this particular weather puzzled the fontaine citizens, albeit with little complaint.
neuvillette sat in his office with a gentle and subtle smile expressed his soft features, although he maintained that âairâ of professionalism as he went over a recent investigation, he subconsciously grazed his fingertips over a letter with your name on it.
to neuvillette, love is a lot like a trial (or perhaps thatâs the only analogy he can conjure up to comprehend his deepening feelings for you). you put yourself out there, presenting your best case for why you deserve to be loved, just as a lawyer presents their case for why their client is innocent. it involves the same sense of vulnerability, uncertainty, and even risk: you don't know how the outcome will turn out, and you have to have faith in the process and trust in the person who is judging (or loving) you.
his judgement about you, however, doesnât need much thought or even a confirmation of the verdict with the oratrice. heâs in love with you, devoted, if you will. and perhaps, if youâre willing, heâd be happy to make a whole argumentative case on why you deserve him.
WRIOTHESLEY â čąćŹ§ćŻĺŠ
heâs very tempted to make a case against you.
youâve committed the most heinous crime known to teyvat, one which no person has had the courage to fulfil:
stealing his heart.
how long would he have you down in the fortress for to pay for your crimes? glad you asked, because heâs made an entire mental plan for whenever you visit him in the fortress of meropide (for whatever reasonâŚletâs just hope itâs nothing TOO bad ahahaâŚ. ._.)
your sentence would depend on how long it takes for you to fall for him too. god heâs never realised how much of an absolute loser he can be when enamoured it actually makes him angry. if you could see the way he low-key giggles and plays with his hair at even the slightest glimpse of you, heâs assured your sentence would be several years instead of his hopeful couple months (unless youâre already in love with him thenâŚhey.)
iâm pretty certain if he could, heâd send you a letter that says âhaha, what if we kissed? just kidding! unlessâŚâ
yeah, heâs THAT level of loser for you. (*´âď˝*)
NAVIA â ĺ¨çť´ĺ¨
valentineâs day has become her favourite holiday! not for any âparticularâ reasonâŚcertainly not because she can use the day to âplatonicallyâ spoil you with food and subtle affection whenever she pleases.
âhappy valentineâs day! ŮŠ(ËáË*)Ů âĄâ navia smiles at you and bows, presenting you a pink bag glittered in hearts, a cute bow on of one of the handles. you smiled in response and took the bag from her gently. merely catching a sneaky peek into it you could see several little plastic bags filled with goodies and sweets, ones you assumed where baked by her fine hands.
âthank you, navia! honestly, i look forward to this every year~ (âŠâÚĄââŠ)â you laugh as you unwrap one of the brownies in the bag and begin chewing on it with a complaisant and satisfied expression. your sweet and genuine look made her heart clench in her chest, she coughs into her hand awkwardly and looks away from your lips.
âuhum, iâm glad! anyways iâve got uhhâŚsomething to doâŚ(・>\\<)â she replied hastily, clutching at her chest dramatically as she left, leaving you rather confused: you continued to eat her pastries regardless of the sudden change in atmosphere, because i mean who doesnât like free shit made specifically for you?
naviaâs mind and heart felt so fuzzy as she checked her complexion in her pocket sized mirror, padding at her face with powder to futilely hide her immense blush. putting away her mirror, she flipped over her hat to reveal a matching pink letter with cursive writing on it. âsorry lyney your plan was cute and allâŚbut i seriously canât do this todayâŚâ
CLORINDE â ĺ
ć´çłĺžˇ
harbouring her position as the best champion duelist means thereâs plenty of people (people who desire death at the hands of a pretty woman.) who wish to duel or spar against her purely to see her skills personally. yet, so far thereâs been no one whoâs stepped up to that challenge (we can ignore tartaglia for now.)
until you, that is. you have no reason to ask to spar with her, and while she has little reason to refuse you, she does reject your requests each time. however, clorinde has learnt over time that refusing your cute face and sweet smile leaves a little bit of her hollow, so alas, one day when she had a free schedule â she accepted a spar session.
thank the hydro archon that she did because holy shit. clorinde never thought she had a type, perhaps just someone whoâs the opposite of her to balance her out, but now she definitely knows you qualify. the way the sweat drips down your arms and neck, your expression fixed yet amused and the subtle vein forming on your hand as you grip your weaponâŚshit sheâs not paying attention.
as you strike a blow that leaves her tumbling backwards onto the floor, a cheeky grin adorns your face that makes her heart skip like pebbles on a flowing river. you can boast about your win against the champion duelist for all of teyvat to hear, all she cares about is seeing that side of you againâŚplease.
ARLECCHINO â éżčžĺĽčŻş
ah well shit.
this isnât going to exactly work now, will it? technically, falling in love with a subordinate isnât against some sort of law or code, but a harbinger being bewitched is a different story.
arlecchino leaned against her desk with her hands resting behind her. an icy shiver ran down your spine as her eyes were practically piercing through you. did you mess up on a report or somethingâŚ? was this the endâŚ(,,>ŕĄ<,,)? youâve always thought you kept a pretty good and quite close relationship with the knave, but perhaps that was your downfall?
itâs not easy to ignore the deafening sound of her heartbeat, that alone made it even more difficult to concentrate when youâre just an arms reach away from her in her private study, with no one to bother you two. itâs futile to ignore the fluttering of your heart, therefore, arlecchino decides to saunter over to you with a poker face, something which only made you want to die on the spot.
she leaned over on your desk with her hands right on the edge, you instinctively peel your head upwards to question her with a meek voice, âis uhm, something wrong, knave?â you begged she didnât notice the slight quiver in your voice.
âi believe,â she averts her gaze before staring directly at you with a much more softened expression, âiâve fallen in love with you.â
I KNEW IT INSTANTLY, YOUâRE ALSO GUILTYâŚ
ŠSTARYUEE do not copy, steal or repost <3
#AAAAAAAAH this makes no sense but i need to push SOMETHINâ outâŚ.#genshin x reader#genshin x gnreader#genshin x you#wriothesley x reader#neuvillette x reader#navia x reader#clorinde x reader#arlecchino x reader#lyney x reader#wanderer x reader#scara x reader#tartaglia x reader#childe x reader#zhongli x reader#venti x reader#gi x reader
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Characters: Dottore, NB! Reader can be read as either/or
Warnings: Dub-Con
Work as Dottoreâs secretary is dull at best and horrifying at worst. Somehow, youâve managed to land yourself in a situation that falls somewhere in the middle.
When you got handed a trick snake toy by one of the segments, you didnât think much of it. They tended to just leave things around for you to dispose of, or just to make random shit other peopleâs problem after all.
Itâs a small, rubbery little thing, filled with slime. You remember playing with these as a kid, sticking your fingers inside and turning it inside out for the heck of it. Thereâs nothing much to do today, so you start fidgeting with it, pushing your fingers into the hole and squeezing the toy. Itâs⌠weirdly wet, you think.
Youâve been playing with it for a while before an animalistic growl breaks you out of your trance.
âY-you,â one of Dottoreâs segments growl, or at least youâre pretty sure itâs one of them. Thereâs so many, you can never really tell the difference, and the real one never seemed to leave the main lab.
 âWho gave you that?!â
âI- Sorry?â you answer bewildered, âOne of the segments, sir.â Your hands are still, fingers still deep inside of the toy.
âPut that down,â he orders you, and confused, you do as youâre told, pulling your fingers out and placing it down on the table. He whimpers when you do, and you pause. The segment is red and breathing heavy, and heâs holding onto your desk, as if needing support. Something perverse inside urges you to pick it up again and you do. You begin to trace the rim of the hole, playing with it like itâs the rim of a rectum. Thereâs no way, is thereâŚ?
âDonât â â he tries to growl again, but it comes out as a yelp. âWhat the fuck,â you whisper, amazed as he begins to curl up in response to your ministrations. The toy is tight around your fingers too, something you had thought was weird when you were first playing with it.
âDoes this feel good, sir?â you ask, âHow was this even made?â
âN â no,â he mewls as your fingers go deeper, âSt- ahh!â
A segment passes by and stares at the two of you. The one in front of you looks up to glare at him.
âSir?â You question, keeping your hands under your desk. You just wanted to mess a bit with the one in front of you, not all of them, so you try and play innocent. Your fingers are still stuck inside of the toy, and you shamelessly rub the inside.
The segment is still staring at the two of you when the one youâre playing with tries to silence a yelp when your finger gets caught on a small bump.
âLeave,â the segment exhales hard, trying to not moan, ânow.â
 The segment rolls his eyes before taking his leave, mumbling about perverts and primes under his breath. Youâre not sure what that means, but you suppose that the segment didnât seem to care too much about what you were doing. The one in front of you, on the other handâŚ
âHand the damn thing over,â he snarls. You pause a moment, before replying, âNo.â
The other segmentâs lack of much interest emboldens you even further and you begin to thrust into the toy even rougher than before, determined to make the Dottore in front of you cum. Youâre going to be in so much trouble for messing with a harbinger after this, but itâs a good way to go out.
âAh, ah!â He moans lewdly, âToo- too much! Iâm go- going to kill you for this!â
With some clever maneuvering, you manage to stick all five fingers into the toys hole. Your nails scrape against the squishy inside of the toy and you think you can feel every twitch and jolt of his insides. Itâs really an amazing little thing.
There are more segments watching now, youâre pretty sure. Theyâre doing a good job of being discrete, but the one in front of you is rather loud. Thereâs drool and tears leaking out and heâs curled over your desk in pleasure.
âDoes that feel good?â You ask.
âN-no,â he moans, and his mask is crooked so you can see the way his eyes are glazed over in pleasure.
âAh. Okay, sorry,â you respond before pulling out. He squeaks in protest, âWhat are you doing?!â
âYou said it didnât feel good, right?â you ask teasingly, âSo Iâll stop.â
He glares at you with a flushed face. âYou⌠Donât you dare stop,â he snaps out. âYou already did this much, so donât you fucking dare stop until I cum!â
You think you hear some of the segments sniggering but ignore it in favor of finger fucking the toy in earnest. You feel yourself feeling hot too, and you know this is going to show up in your wet dreams for a long while, if you survive this.
âHarder,â the segment bites out with a moan, you obey. Whatever decorum he had been trying to keep while in such a public space and in front of so many segments was completely gone now. Thereâs something fascinating about watching someone so powerful like Dottore reduced to a moaning, whimpering mess on your desk. You canât see most of his face, but his mask is skewed enough to see a bright red eye glazed over in pleasure and his face is flushed red. Each thrust of your fingers is responded with a moan or twitch of his body as heâs overwhelmed by pleasure. It takes only a moment more before you feel the toy squeeze impossibly tight around your fingers and Dottore goes limp, tension draining out of his body.
It takes you several minutes of silence to realize with no small amount of dread at how public this space was. It was one thing to have the segments watch, but someone else was a whole other thing. The footsteps right outside of Dottoreâs labs alert you to the bumble of activity before a certain set of footsteps begin to come closer.
Light footsteps approach and to your dread, itâs the Regrator, looking at the both of you, unimpressed.
âAm I interrupting something?â
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Biggest Fan
Summary:Â Just as Mina inspired and motivated others to join the force, you were that person for Hoshina. Although you werenât as popular as her, Hoshina still thought you shined the brightest.
@imthecosmicbasball thank you for the request! I accidentally posted the draft responding to your request before it was ready so I deleted it and lost the ask message. But reader is a sword user like Mitsuri from demon slayer (ahh I love her too!).
Tagslist: @alwaysalilconfused
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Hoshina joined the defense force for many reasons. To prove himself. To stick it to his brother. To help the greater good.
Of course, these were the answers heâd say if someone were to ask him. The answers heâd say out loud with a light and easy tone. But deep down there was a different answer that he kept only to himself. There was something else that made him join. Someone else.
Sometimes, when he closed his eyes, he could still remember that day clearly. The roaring sounds of kaijus surrounding him. The overbearing scent of ash and rubble. The bitter frustration that he was going to die before even getting the chance to join the defense force.
He had never felt so helpless and angry at the world that day.
But that wasn't all he remembered. No, he also remembers the strong gaze, the reassuring voice, and most of all, the long sword in your hands.
Not a gun.
But a sword that looked and moved like a ribbon.
âYou alright there?â he heard you ask him as you held out your hand to him. At that moment, the buzzing in his ears stopped along with the sounds of the kaijus. His survival instincts told him to check if they were dead, but for some reason, just from being with you, he knew he was safe. He felt it.
At your question, he nodded his head, but his throat was too dry to say anything. "Good, help is on the way. Stay here," you ordered before jumping back into the fray.
The way you fought could be mistaken for dancing. Nothing about you made sense. The almost unnatural strength that exuded from you. The way your steel blade moved like a whip.
You were beautiful.Â
Secretly, seeing you made him think he could do it. That he could still make it as a sword user despite what everyone told him.
So he kept you in his heart after that day.
When he finally became an officer, he found out you were a platoon leader in a different division. Despite feeling a bit sullen, his admiration for you never faltered. He tried to look up any videos of you or any information about you on the internet, but it always turned up empty. He thought you would be more popular, but the attention was all on Mina Ashiro, the rising star and the forceâs most promising officer. She had garnered quite the fan base, and Hoshina couldnât help but be impressed.
But still, even if there was no one out there, heâd still be your fan.
That was years ago, and now you were a captain just like Ashiro. Revered and admired, you became a dependable figure for your division even if Captain Ashiro and Captain Narumi remained the stars of the defense force. So, when Mina had to go on business to headquarters for a week, you were chosen to fill her spot. As your division was close to the Third Division, you were assigned to oversee the third division just to make sure everything stayed in order.
Before you arrived, he promised himself that he wouldn't get starstruck. Yet, as you walked into the room, he knew he was staring, but he couldn't help himself. You were as beautiful as the day he met you. A little more hardened but also a little more confident. Your years of experience showed in the way you carried yourself, and you wore your scars like a badge of honour. Your strong gaze added an air of allure, and he couldn't be bothered to be less obvious about staring.Â
You stood at the front of the room, hands rested on the podium. "Starting from today, I will be acting as Captain of the Third Division until Captain Ashiro returns. If needed, please defer your problems to your Vice Captain before reaching out to me."
Your speech was curt and you wasted no time before dismissing everyone and exiting the room yourself. Had Hoshina not immediately chased after you, he might have lost you.
âCaptain l/n, it is an honour to meet you.â Hoshina introduced himself, holding out his hand towards you.
There was a brief moment of hesitation before you returned his gesture. âNo need to be so formal. I look forward to working with you, Vice-Captain."
He nearly huffed out a laugh at your own stiffness and formality but decided against it.
âAlrighty, Captain. Whatever you say,â Hoshina grinned. With his hands clasped behind his back, he looked around the hallway to see that everyone had dispersed.
âIâm actually a big fan of yours,â Hoshina admitted out loud for the first time.
Taken aback by his declaration, "uh, thanks?" was the awkward response that unceremoniously fell out of your mouth. A slight blush covered your face and neck as your eyes focused on anything but the man standing in front of you.
Your reaction revealed to Hoshina two things. One: you were not used to receiving this kind of praise before, which saddens Hoshina to no end, and two: Hoshina liked seeing you blush.
Despite how tough you looked; You were surprisingly shy when it came to compliments. A bit embarrassed, too. Scratch that a lot.
Who would Hoshina be if he did nothing with this information? Â
This time, Hoshina did let a small chuckle escape. âWould you like a tour of the base?â
Your eyes shifted to his for a bit before you responded, âyes, that would be nice.â
Despite making sure to turn his charms all the way up, you were mainly stoic for the most part. You kept your commentary and questions to a minimumâchoosing to follow him quietly. But your eyes did have a kind of sparkle to them when he said something funny, and your small smiles that would slip through made him irrationally happy. Â
The contrast between you on vs. off the field wasn't something he expected. Yet, he found it strangely endearing. You weren't as perfect as he thought, and that somehow made you even better in his eyes.
When he dropped you back at your temporary office, he couldnât help but speak about his discoveries.
"Captain, I never knew you were so awkward."
"I, uh, don't know how to respond to that."
"It's really cute," he remarked before leaving you alone in your office.
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"... what just happened."
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Hoshina thought that the relationship that was developing between the two of you was going great. Others, however, would say your interactions looked more like that of a haggard but nervous cat and an energetic puppy.
âHey, Capâ, where ya going? Come eat with me.â
ââŚâ
âHey, hey don't be awkward around me, Capâ. I'll get hurt.â
ââŚâ
âCaptain, I can't wait to go on a mission with you.â
You let out a tired breath. âYou know most people dread going on missions.â
Grinning from ear to ear at your response, Hoshina continued. âI just want to see you in action again.â
âRight...Okay,â you responded hesitantly, unsure how to handle the situation. âIs this how Mina feels with all her fangirls,â you mumbled under your breath.
âHmm?â
âNothing.â
Whatâs worse was that Hoshinaâs enthusiasm seemed to rub off onto the rest of the division.
âCaptain, please spar with me!â
âAfter Kafka I would also like to spar!â
âCaptain, how do you sheathe your sword?â
âCaptain!â
âWhy is everyone in the third division so weird?â You huffed to yourself but nonetheless accepted their requests and answered their questions.
It wasn't that you minded the attention. You just weren't used to it. You were used to simple greetings from your officers and the occasional 'how are yous.' Your division only talked to you when necessary, and you were happy with the arrangement.
(Your division actually loves you, but they know you're socially awkward, so they try to make you comfortable by limiting their interactions. Which, although well-intended, has not helped you develop your social skills at all. In fact, it has only enabled you to be more reclusive.)
Ever since you came to the third division, however, it has been a completely different story. They seemed to have made it their life mission to torment to know everything about you before you left. They didn't know when to leave you alone, and you were so close to just locking yourself in a closet somewhere to get some peace and quiet.
"Ah, it looks like you managed to escape to your office. Mind if I join you?"
You looked up from your office to see Hoshina already closing the door behind him.
Speak of the devil, and he shall appear.
"Is there something you needed?"
"Nah, just wanted to hang out with you."
"Right...for like...fun?"
"Pffft, yea, I guess you can say that. You're leaving soon, so I'm just getting my fill."
It takes everything in you not to drop your jaw in disbelief at his statement. Hoshina has been tormentor no.1 since you've arrived. Sticking to your side like glue, he's been the most adamant at getting his moneys worth with your temporary placement.
Despite all of this, however, you surprisingly didn't really mind his presence.
"None of you guys seem to realize I'm only here to act as a shadow and oversee things." You said re-reading a report to busy yourself. "You'll gain nothing from sucking up to me."
"Eh? I don't think anyone's trynna suck up to you," Hoshina responded, plopping down onto the chair in front of your desk. "Everyone just thinks you're cool, and they just want to tell you that." They also probably enjoy seeing how flustered you get, but that's a thought Hoshina kept to himself.
"I don't need praise or recognition." You rebutted, embarrassed.
"Maybe, but it's nice, isn't it?"
"Hmm." You contemplated his words for a moment. It's true that the constant praises, questions, and attention made your head spin, yet they weren't all that bad. "I suppose."
The silence that settled in the room after your statement made you uneasy. Sneaking a glance at him, he appeared to be lost in thought or something as he stared up at the ceiling. Your own Vice Captain always commented on how socially awkward you were and how you were never able to understand social cues. Was this one of those moments? Was he remaining silent because he was waiting for you to say something? The silence was eating at you so you just said the first thing that came to your mind.
"Would... you also like some praise?"
Kill me now, you thought to yourself as Hoshina only stared at you in response. You should've just stayed silent. The third division's chatty attitude had infected you, and you were gonna kill your Vice Captain for-
Hoshina bursted out laughing, clutching his stomach with his arms. "Thank you for the offer, but I think I might faint if you praise me," he managed to say between laughs.
What does that even mean?
"Right..." You leaned back against your chair, shoulders less tensed now that the room was filled with the sounds of his laughter. It wasn't a bad sound.
Resting his head on his hand, he stared at you intently. "From all the videos and photos of you on the field, I would've never known how socially awkward you were."
"Thanks," you responded flatly. You raised the report to cover your face which was definitely sulking.
"Makes me want to know what else there is to ya." Leaning over the desk, he gently lowers the report and you're forced to look at him. "Go out with me?"
Yeah...everyone in the third division is weird, alright.
#hoshina soshiro x reader#soshiro hoshina x reader#kaiju no.8 fanfic#kaijuu 8 gou#kaiju no. 8#self insert#y/n
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Batfam at the dentist HCs/incorrect quotes, please?? 𤲠I have a big surgery coming up and I'm terrified
Dick: What's up, doc?
Leslie: What are you doing?
Dick: Daffy Duck. I'm thinking of a new career as a voice actor.
Leslie: Okay but can you not do it with a mouthful of sharp objects?
âââââââ
Cass: *brings a punch card and a knocked-out tooth*
Leslie, sighing: Here we go again.
Leslie: *stamps the card*
Leslie: Your next one is free.
âââââââ
Leslie: *in the middle of the checkup*
Steph, getting up: Hang on, my Uber Eats is here.
Leslie: You ordered takeout to a dental appointment?
Steph: Efficiency.
âââââââ
Leslie: You have a helmet. How did you still break your tooth?
Jason: *flashback to throwing his helmet at Dick, missing, and it bouncing back*
Jason: Enough with the questions, okay?
âââââââ
Leslie: Ever consider braces?
Kate: I don't want any part of me to be straight.
âââââââ
Leslie: Oh, you're early! Just check in with the receptionist and take a seat until I call you.
Bette: *goes up to the receptionist*
Bette: Checking in for Bette Kane.
The receptionist: Sorry, I don't have you down here.
Bette: Maybe try my full name? Mary Elizabeth Kane?
The receptionist: Still don't see you.
Bette: I should have an appointment for 2:00 today.
The receptionist: *typing*
The receptionist: I see you now. The doctor's right, you are early. Your appointment is tomorrow.
âââââââ
Selina: *using cat claws as a toothpick*
Leslie: This might be an issue.
âââââââ
Leslie: Say "ahh."
Tim: *screams*
âââââââ
Leslie: You're bleeding because you don't floss.
Harper, who came in after a mission: ...
âââââââ
Leslie: âbut I cannot stress this enough, it's important to wear a mouthguard for all contact sports. And some non-contact sports. And training. And patrol. And walking through Gotham. And whenever you're around the Waynes. Actually, I'm just gonna give you the box. Take your time. Pick whatever colors you want. If you need me, I'm gonna be in my office questioning my life choices.
Luke:
Luke: ...I just asked how her day was.
âââââââ
Bruce: Are you sure there's no tooth fairy? Because the Justice League has state-of-the-art tracking system that can locate them. I really think we can form a contract to expand social programs for children.
Leslie: Just shut up and let me do my job.
âââââââ
Leslie: Everything's looking good except for a few minor spots.
Barbara: Yeah, well, call me when they invent stainless coffee.
âââââââ
Leslie: I recommend removing your wisdom teeth.
Alfred: But that's where I keep my wisdom.
âââââââ
Leslie: I see you still have one last baby tooth. It should've come out by now.
Damian: Father said to keep it in.
Leslie: Why?
Damian: He wants me to stay a baby.
âââââââ
Leslie: Cullen, you're next.
Cullen: *climbing out the skylight*
Leslie: Wow.
Leslie: That's actually impressive for a non-vigilante.
âââââââ
Leslie: Hey, Helena. I thought you were off duty this week. How'd you knock a molar loose?
[earlier]
Students: *fighting in the hall*
Helena: Break it up! All of you go to the office! And delete that video!
[present]
Helena: I need a raise.
âââââââ
Carrie: I don't get it. I brush twice a day AND floss. How do I still have cavities?
Leslie: What do you brush with?
Carrie: Toothpaste, obviously.
Leslie: And what do you floss with?
Carrie:
Leslie: Carrie...
Carrie: The British call it candy floss for a reason, don't they?
âââââââ
Leslie: Well done today, Duke. Have a sticker.
Duke: Why are they all the Justice League?
Leslie: Funding comes with a catch.
Duke:
Duke: *picks the Flash*
#dick grayson#jason todd#tim drake#damian wayne#duke thomas#cullen row#stephanie brown#cassandra cain#barbara gordon#harper row#carrie kelley#kate kane#helena bertinelli#luke fox#bette kane#alfred pennyworth#selina kyle#bruce wayne#leslie thompkins#batman#batfamily#batfam#batkids#batsiblings#batman family#incorrect batfamily quotes#incorrect quotes#incorrect dc quotes#dc comics#headcanon
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Kinknuary Day 6: Begging
Pairing: (G)I-DLE Yuqi x Male Reader
Word Count: 5,223
[Kinknuary Masterlist]
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âYuqi, you canât just buy everything you wantââ
âBut canât you see? I have it all over me.â Yuqi brags about the plethora of shopping bags sheâs carrying, knowing that it will slap you towards what she has mustered but you need to slap her back to reality. So, gripping her wrists and forcing herself to be in level with you, you glared at her, laced with venom as youâre not having this bratty attitude of hers.
âListen here you little shitâyou canât buy anything of these without my money, so, you should be obedient about everything I say because my asshole doesnât shit money and if it would, thereâs a fucking limit, do you understand?â
Itâs like Yuqi never knew about limitations as she will utilize what she can to get what she wants and you hate it yet thereâs an optimistic side of this, is that, sheâs doesn't force things out of your pocket because she rather begs for it until you agree and thatâs your weaknessâher, alone. Her charisma is off the roof, with even the people you pass by with her, some canât help but get their attention stolen with Yuqiâs beauty as sheâs glamorous as always and you canât blame them with that.
Yet you know that enough is enough, and she should be taught a lesson even though it will fall deaf on her ears.
âBut pleaseâcan I have at least shop for one more time, please??â
No matter how much she begs, or lures you in to play the game that definitely sheâll win, she wonât succeed with her current wants, leaving it only for her to imagine and not grasp it within her reach.
âI told you, Yuqi, we canâtâmaybe somedayââ
âAishâyou know what? Itâs fine, I got what I needed anywayâcan we just go home now?â Yuqi chides boredom as she doesn't get to succeed with her attempts, earning a faint smile on your face. Sheâs mildly irritated because of youâitâll grow until it becomes unbearable to takeâand you know sheâs running out of options, so you took it as an advantage.Â
âWhy donât we just go around the place and have some fun, Yuqi?â
âShopping is damn tiring, you know that? I just want to go homeâŚâ Youâre not falling for another trap just to fulfill and succumb to her possible needs, so youâre doing everything on your own power to convince her of your own wants instead of fulfilling hersâtalk about being fair to each other which probably doesnât exist in her dictionary.Â
âBut arenât you feeling tired?â
Well, you've thought of enlightenment yourselfâyou're probably as tired as she is, as if walking for hours isnât enough, then you don't know what isâand youâre afraid to agree with her. You donât want to lie or make yourself a hypocrite towards her but it is the truthâyou feel the enervation yourself and knowing you have the higher authority, you came up to a conclusion in order to close the continuous pleading and annoyance of Yuqi.
âYou know what, letâs just go home since weâve bought so many things today.â
âAhh, yes! Thank god you agreed with me, daddy.â
Ah, the forbidden word has been used publicly and to think that someone may find it unorthodox, you quickly glared at her, wanting to shut her mouth up because of embarrassment.
âYou better not call me that in public, Yuqi.â
âOr what? Are you gonna shut me up with your dick in my mouthââ
You grabbed her wrists and glared at her, this time, itâs much more intimidating and scarier, all laced with venom for her to stop. âGod, be careful!â
You didnât mind your reckless actions as you wanted to prove a point towards her.
âShut your whore mouth or somethingâs going to happen to you, Yuqi.â
âLike what?â She confidently taunts you, knowing that you wouldnât lay down a finger to her, let alone curse her with words full of lustful profanities in public.
âYou know whatâyouâre going to get punished, Yuqi. Go to the car and letâs go home.â Your tone is demanding and stern, almost sending a chill down her spine but despite all of that, she hides a smile, knowing that sheâll soon be reaching that promised land she always wanted. Not wasting some time, she briskly walked towards the car, excited about whatâs about to happen and little did she know, you have plans to truly teach her a lesson she wonât forget.
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A bratty mind is hard to be penetrated with lessons as the iron wall defending is as strong as her ego, and youâre willing to break it yet, if it means for her to be deprived and on the urge of almost breaking that wall, then itâs going to be a successful attempt to teach her.
Itâs not like itâs going to be hardâit would take some time because you know how Yuqi always loved you and your cock.
âYou wanted to act tough, Iâll show you whatâs tough.â
Without the profounded foreplay that she always liked and just being straight to the point, her helpless cries are ignoredâbound to break her and truly submit into the abyss of the lowest points. With her wrists tied onto her back, herself in all fours and her clothing yanked off onto where it isâyou didnât where it was because it will be useless right now, no matter how she looked phenomenal with that outfitâher full, naked body is now display as you admire it and worship it, plating soft kisses onto her neck and the fondling of her small, perky mounds that makes Yuqi release such sounds that arouses both parties.Â
âCanât do anything, hm? This is what you get for acting such a bitch earlier.â
Yuqi whines uncontrollably within teases of your hands and lips, the sensitivity she feels now off the charts considering how sheâs feeling deprived with her needs. Youâd love to have her clothing on while teasing the living fuck out of her but this was probably way better than what you envisioned earlier.Â
âBut please, daddyâg-give me what I wantâŚâ
Sheâs straightforward and needy, you can see the desperation in her eyes yet youâll let her know that everything should be earned and well-deserved. Well, asking her wonât give her anything but feed you information as she didnât deserve anything, yet.
âWhat do you even want from me, Yuqi?â You ask her as she moans, struggling to answer back as the skillful display of talent was shown with the way you tease the labia of her wet cunt and the fondling of her small mounds. âYou and y-your cock, daddy.â
You chuckled right after, feeling the lack of sincerity within her tone as her voice trembles, voicing her satisfaction as she lets you know that she wants you genuinely and nothing more.
âYou donât seem to be honest about that, Yuqi.â
âB-but I am, daddy! Please j-just please fuck me already. I didnât strip a-and put on a show forâgahhânothing, daddy.â
The audacity of this slutâitâs just mesmerizing that even with the utmost pleasure running down her veins, she manages to even retaliate back with disrespect and selfishness, and that further ignites the feeling of punishing her and teasing her. If she wants her needs to be fulfilled, she might have to be patient or beg for it.
âIf you really want this cockâthen beg for it, Yuqi.â
She looks at your eyes endearingly, her puppy-eyes really flicking the switch into you as she begs for everything that can make her reach her desired treasure. Her voice trembles as she feels nervous begging for you but itâs truly the ravishing essenceâher full submission while being helpless to do anything is the hidden beauty and itâs such a beautiful sight.
âP-please, daddyâIâll do everythingââ Her orbs glistens with lust and anticipation, wanting you to oblige on her needs as you canât seem to pull the trigger;
ââI w-want your cockâto t-tastes it and savor itâplease, daddyââ And she mutters up such profanities that further arouses you, an attempt to let yourself gave in to your own carnal needs;
ââPlease, daddyâIâll be your g-good girl just please, I w-want itâŚâ And there she goesâher one, final advancement towards her own needs and for the sake of your pleasureâto pick the lock that youâve been abstaining and depriving her for.
With the way she begs like she had lost everything, starting from her refulgent puppy-eyes up to her pleading tone, you canât help but give in to the temptation of fulfilling her needsâmost likely your needs since you want to teach her a lesson by fucking that bitchy attitude out of her but not all starts from the climax, it must start with one hell of an exordium.
âYou really want it, huh, Yuqi?â Yuqi didnât hesitate to nod, further encouraging you onto fulfilling her desires. âThen go on your knees, you can do it yourself.â
It was hard to maneuver in Yuqiâs end but you didnât care. She immediately thrusted herself up, her knees crawling backwards and off the bed, in order to stand up and to get on her knees. The visible struggle was there but she did it nonetheless, her submissive demeanor all for you to admire as she looks helpless with her hands tied onto her back. You then quickly undressed your bottom halfâyouâd probably make Yuqi to strip it off on you but with her hands tied up, you didnât bother to kill the essence of an occurring punishmentâas you can see Yuqiâs eyes lighting up in awe and hunger, gazing into your erect length like itâs a long-lost treasure sheâs always been wanting to obtain and now itâs just a step closer within her mouthâs reach. You then sit down onto the side of the bed, spreading out your legs as you relax yourself to be close for comfort and then command Yuqi to unleash her own masterclass of a show.
âI assume you know what to do, slut.â
Yuqi inches herself closer to you as her face indicates such an analytical approach to your cock, mesmerized and possibly adoring your length as her doe-eyes scan every inch possible. She didnât bother to tease you as her hands are deemed useless, now her mouth is doing the job of pleasuring you instead of anything else. She swirls her tongue onto your leaking slit thatâs already doused with the infamous colorless liquid as she alternates her tongue actions with kisses that peppered around your shaft. You wouldnât mind her lipstick smudging onto the base of your shaft as she takes you balls-deep in her mouth if it means to give you the utmost pleasure and itâs like she wouldnât oblige to itâshe even want it rough, always taking your whole length until sheâs a disheveled, gagged-up mess. With the mouthwork sheâs been servicing onto your now saliva-sheathed shaft, you canât help but moan as sheâs doing a great job considering the lack of her hands that could probably make everything betterâyou know how skillful her hands are; and just by the dexterity of her fingers on her handjobs onto the fondling of your balls, you couldnât ask for anything more and with that though, you almost regretted tying her hands up but the main mission here is to punish her, deprive her on her needs on your own accord.
âGodâyour mouth, Yuqiâkeep sucking me j-just like that. This bratty mouth feels goodâwe shouldâve done this sooner.â
Of course, she canât respond with her mouth full of your cock and she wonât even bother toâit was evident, knowing how much effort sheâs been exerting on sucking you off seals the deal. The way her head bobs frantically and then burying her mouth balls-deep, her lips being in contact onto the soft skin at the base of your shaft (also add the constant gags that has been resonating around the room) is truly a hypnotic and an arousing sightâthis feels too good to be true and you love every second of it. With her current pace, drool inevitably seeps out of her mouth as she doesn't mind the filthiness sheâs been luring into as she minds servicing you with her mouth as she seizes the opportunity on her utmost capabilities. Now pulling out of your shaft to give herself a leverage to breathe, she asked you something that she shouldnât be bothering to ask for as the answer would be obvious.
âCan I p-please suck your balls, daddy?â
âNo oneâs stopping you, Yuqiâgo on.â
Yuqi now averts her attention towards your sensitive balls as she tongues it with care, not wanting to hurt you. To further assist her and to gradually keep up the pleasure youâve been experiencing, you took your raging length and stroked yourself with the arousing look of Yuqiâs naked, submissive body as she laps your balls in aims to further stimulate you. It is damn working and sheâs good at it, considering how her hands canât really influence or make anything better, sheâs doing a great job as every gentle suck onto each testicle earns a ragged moan escaping your lips. She takes this as a compliment as she sucks onto each ball with care as you stroke yourself in tandem with that, further maintaining the stimulation you once gave yourself into.
âNow suck me off again, Yuqi. I wanna see that pretty dick-sucking mouth at work again.â
âOf course, daddy.â
Yuqi returns her mouth onto your whole length again, taking it all in like it was all nothing as a single, immediate deepthroat unlocks a series of gags from hers, which further stimulates you into oblivion. Sheâs in her own league when it comes to dick-suckingâwho wouldâve thought that such a cute, classy girl whose demeanor is peak-sophistication is a cockslut? Well, that wasnât surprising considering how much you influenced her on being herselfâbeing so goddamn hot in every outfit she wears and itâs just crazy thinking about that.
Well, you donât need to think about it when itâs already within inches close to youâlucky youâŚ
She continues her earlier rapid pace as she fucks her mouth onto your throbbing shaft like she wants to prove somethingâher worth to deserve you and you only. With her constant gags, fast pace, saliva messing up her beautiful visage and the tears adding up to the sullied mess on her face, you canât hold the fact of abstaining yourself to your desired peak. Encouraging her for more, you praise her masterclass as you caress her gray-almost-hazelnut locks for stroking her ego.
âGod fucking dammit, YuqiâIâm so fucking closeâput that t-tight mouth into good use and make daddy cumâfuck!â
She obviously responded with an incredible pace and mouthfucking, mouthing her satisfaction with constant muffles and gags as you could feel your blood rushing, your peak nearing to an end of its hot pursuit as at last, it was truly unbearable to hold it in anymore.
Yuqi, being the clever girl that she is, buries her mouth balls-deep onto your shaft as you hold a vice grip onto her head, a leverage to the constant pleasure youâre into. Thick shots of warm seed welcomes Yuqiâs slutty throat as every spurt receives a warm welcome from her, smiling as best as she can even with a mouthful of cock and the gags being the cherry on top. You let out fervor-filled moans and groans, voicing your satisfaction on your fifteen-second euphoric release inside her mouth.
âYou probably deserved that, Yuqiâwould have come onto your face but it is what it is.â
After pulling out and letting out exhausted breaths, Yuqi sticks out her tongue to show your incredible hard work all over it, and then quickly swallows your creamy, healthy load with two gulps, herself struggling a little because of such a marvelous volume of your load. Your load was so much to the point that some seeped out of her chin and onto her lips, you then aiding to help her clean it up as no food shall be wasted, wiping it with your fingers and then directing it onto her mouth and eagerly, Yuqi sucked onto it, not wasting a single drop.
âBut I want you to paint my face, daddyâcan you please cum on my face, daddy, pleaseââ
âNoââ You commanded her to get up as she immediately obliged, inching closer to her as you have a lot of plans in store with her today as her wants shouldnât be attended first. ââI would want to cum on your face, yes, but girls like youâI donât even know if you deserve it, let alone inside your tight, little pussy.â
A visible frown and pout is evident on her face, expressing her sadness with your proposition but an enlightenment snaps her back to her delighted self, knowing sheâll get her needs attended to by you and soon, youâll give in but it wonât be that easy.Â
âThen just fuck me senseless and cum in pussy, daddyââ
âYou fucking slutââ You then grabbed her wrists in order to be dangerously closer to her as you smack her buttocks harshly, earning a sultry whine from Yuqi as the rage inside you is now emanating an aura of fear as she feels it too, eyebrows furrowing as she doesnât know what to anticipate. ââyouâre really that cockhungry, huh?â
Yuqi nods as she lets out a deep sigh of anxiety and anticipation, feeling such a roller-coaster of emotions as she doesnât know how she could take this situation in a sense that sheâll be relieved knowing that everything is going to be smooth. She kneels down in front of you, and then makes contact with your eyes as those glistening orbs plead for your mercy, to fulfill her needs on your own accord.
âP-please, daddyâI n-need you in my cunt right n-nowâfuck, please, daddy!â
Itâs the way she begs that makes the difference amongst everything elseâthose endearing eyes that can get any man lost with its stare and her voice, her deep, sultry voice thatâs just the cherry on top. You love seeing herself at her lowest, the point where sheâll beg for anything to sustain her needs and itâs just an arousing sight to see. Youâll note this and would definitely take advantage of her submissiveness just hear Yuqi begging for you.
âP-please, daddyâIâll do anything just t-to be fucked silly.â
And god you canât resist the temptation of depriving her needs when her verbal attempts to persuade you onto such sinful acts. You canât really contain anything anymore as you just hope to ruin her and to fuck that bitchy attitude out of her. Not really going to abstain yourself from reaching your own carnal desires, you command her to get up as youâre about to give in to the abyss of no-return and full satisfaction.
âGet on all fours onto the bed, head down, ass up, and since youâre begging like a fucking cockhungry whore and donât worry YuqiâIâll make sure youâre legs wonât work until tomorrow, or maybe even a week considering how youâve made me this fucking horny.â Once she quickly obliged to be in position, you swiftly gave her bubble butt harsh spanks that almost left your handprint in it and youâre definitely marking it red because sheâs yours and she loves it, so, you wonât even mind stopping even itâs on her own accordâyou even vividly remember how she came hard with just your merciless spanks at her butt and your fingers fucking her pussy and god, itâs such a sight to remember. The rage inside you is brewing in such a potent quality that youâre willing to fuck her senseless, no matter what happens. Now getting up onto the bed with her, you kneel down as you spank her again, and then another, consistently giving her a barrage of harsh smacks that every clash resonates around the bedroom. Having enough of it as you successfully imprinted your palm onto her scrumptiously plump cheeks, you avert your attention onto her needy pussy, brushing your fingers off it just to tease her and immediately, she lets out series of muffled moans as her thighs quiver with sensitivity.
âYouâre so fucking hot, Yuqiâno wonder why people eye on you like theyâre about to fuck you at any given timeâshit, youâre so fucking hot.â
No one can blame you for that because with the insane hourglass waist sheâve worked hard to impress youâand sure she definitely did considering how youâre always in awe whenever taking a look of that tone midriffâyou canât help but utter such compliments not just to stroke her ego, but to make her wetter because sheâs about to take such force that sheâll give into submission anytime.Â
You didnât really waste some time to finger her pussy further, but instead brushed your tip against her pussy and without any warning, you plunge inside her as the both of you moaned in unison, the tightness of her walls nigh-suffocating your shaft like itâs about to immediately milk out a load from youâitâs just pure insanity how her walls grip around your raging member everytime as it just voices her satisfaction whenever youâre having sex with herâand her moaning (almost whining) in delight because of the girth of your whole length thatâs not easy to takeâyou could tell the hint of struggle within her as you can see her hands curling as well as her ragged, muffled moans. You took some time to be accustomed to the tightness of her cunt as not so long after, you thrust in her with a moderate pace that defies peak pleasure. You werenât getting to harsh on her, yet, because you wanted her to give such time to prepare on whatâs coming next and also, you wanted well-paced fucking with a rising action and not to the anticipated climax immediately, although, you want to really give her the thrusts of a lifetime, and itâs not gonna be long until such filthiness is about to happen.
âMmfhâmfh!â
âWhat are you saying, Yuqi?â You pull her hair, arching her back, as she lets out sets of profanities that makes her succumb onto the intense pleasure that has been coursing down her veins since the start youâve laid a finger on her heated core.Â
âCan d-daddy f-fuck me harder, please?â
Still engrossed onto suckling the porcelain skin of her neck and peppering her nape and shoulders with kisses, it took you seconds to respond and with a hitch of anger. âYou really have the audacity to think if I canââ You gave her butt a harsh spank in response to her bewildering audacity as she let out another sultry whimper that made your cock twitch. ââfuck you harder? Wellâfuck, youâre tight, Yuqiâreally fucking tightâso, you need to beg for itâbeg then you may have a chance.â
Muttering up the green light, she didnât hesitate to let out her wants as you still her head harshly and reduced the pace of your thrusts, wanting her to articulate and hear the best sinful profanities coming out of her slutty mouth.
âP-please, daddyâf-fuck your giâgirl like she deserves itâl-like a bitchy s-slut who a-always wants your cock atâgahhâany g-given timeâfuck, please, daddy, fuck the l-living whore o-out of meâI k-know Iâm a bitchâa fucking bitch when you teach m-me a l-lessonâahh, fuck, daddy!â
You didnât let her finish her sentence because even halfway with her lustful speech is the uncontainable sheer of will to fuck her senseless as it helped ignite the raging flame inside you, your hips oscillating such pace that like a man could never do. You rev your engines, or should I say, your hips in a merciless pace that Yuqi inevitably lets out the most erotic, lustful moans youâve ever heard on your whole life, orchestrating such a masterpiece that should be composed as a symphonyâitâs not like youâve probably recorded multiple symphonies full of her moans onto your brain and you wish you could record it right now but your focus is now averted towards fucking her. Now, letting go of her gray-hazelnut locks, you grab her mounds as you fondle whilst maintaining such an incredible pace, further lighting up the flame of lust Yuqiâs been into as the stimulation is becoming too much.
âYouâve wanted t-this all along, huh? S-shit, youâre a crazy girl, Yuqi.â
âI c-could never help it whenever d-daddyâs cock fill up m-my tight cuntâfuck, so f-fucking good, daddyâso good!â
Voicing her satisfaction with your wild treatment on her, you continue fucking her like an animal as now, you continued on kissing her back, peppering it with your affection as now, you also added spanks at random intervals between your thrusts and god, itâs making Yuqi insane considering how stimulating all of these are. Every clash of your bodies and jiggles of her thighs sends you into an hypnotic trance, allowing yourself to lure yourself onto fucking her with ridiculous pace.Â
It makes so much of a difference with her hands idle and just curling because of the intense pleasure, but, it allows you to have more leverage and control over her, considering how she always interrupts you with her hands being all over your back, scratching it while fucking in a mating press position and more, and itâs such an incredible experiment what youâve laid upon to.
âD-daddyâahhâŚâ
âYes, Yuqi?â
Even if you canât see her expression of plea and submissiveness, you could spark an imaginative figure of it as you reduced the pace a little, giving her a breather to propose something.
âC-can I suck on your f-fingers while y-youâre fucking me, please, d-daddyâplease?â
Not wasting time for anymore foreplay, you avert your other hand onto her mouth as she sucks onto your index finger whilst building up the pace again. The stream forming around of your cock signals her utmost satisfaction and pleasure, and with the combined techniques youâre doing to further make it run like a waterfall, itâs almost inevitable for her to hold it in as it drips onto the bed sheets, staining itâyouâre gonna need a new set of bed sheets after youâre done with her, thatâs for sure. With a harsh grip of her hips to further piston your hips onto euphoria, you continue your earlier wild pace as every clench of her cunt does wonders to your brain, sending you into overdrive as continuous erotic and muffled moans escape Yuqiâs lips. Speaking of clenching, you could tell how close she is to achieving her own orgasm as not so long after, she pulled out of your fingers after multiple gags as sheâs now calling out her near high.
âDaddyâIâm g-gonna cum s-so soon!â
Not wanting to deny anything as you canât stop yourself either, soon, the inevitable will come for her as you gave her the green light: âThen cum for me, babyâdonât hold back.â
To further aid onto reaching her high, you gave her an onslaught of wild thrusts as she screams in delight, announcing her euphoric release. With still your cock buried deep in her pussy, she came hard as streams of her juices flowed around your girth and dripped onto the bed sheets, some on her thighs and your balls. Not really wanting to break the euphoric essence of pleasure, youâre still fucking her slowly and yet, your carnal desires kick in and fucked her like itâs your last, not giving her time to recover from her earlier strong orgasm. With such an incredible session youâve been into, you want to end this on a better note and with that in mind, an idea comes into your mind for utmost arousal.
âWhere do you want me to cum, Yuqi? Inside your tight, little cunt, filling you up to the brim? Or, all over your body where I can paint possibly every inch to show how much of a slut you are?â
Such ways of a hell of a release is such a spectacular sight, no matter what the concluding act is an arousing sight. With your proposal, Yuqi will always want your thick semen to be released inside her cunt, filling her up to the hilt but of course, you would choose the opposite, wanting to hear her beg for one more time.Â
âI w-want you to c-cum in my pussy, daddyâuse me and f-fill your girl up!â
âBut Iâd rather paint you instead of filling you up, how about that, hm, Yuqi?â
âBut, pleaseâdaddy, I w-want it inside me, pleaseâŚâ
Being satisfied upon her pleas, youâve thought of a brilliant idea of seeing her face while cumming, so, you pull out of her which earned an upset whine from her as you commanded her to face you as the grand finale is within your handâs reach.
âTurn around so I can cum in you in this position.â
âYes, daddyâo-oh! Youâre s-so deep in t-this position, daddy! Please, fuck me hard and c-cum inside my slut pussy!â
Without holding anything back, you immediately plunge your length inside her as the penetration is crazy, filling her up balls-deep in every thrust. Youâre fucking her like you meant it and you absolutely did, each thrust earning the most hypnotic jiggles of her thighs as her face expresses numerous emotions containing lust and delight, and soon, itâs about to break looseâthe contained damn for ages about to break out, again. With your wet balls slapping repeated against her puckered hole, it just represents the wild pace youâre exerting as you didnât announce your orgasm anymore, wanting to catch Yuqi off-guard but itâs like she couldnât tell youâre about to go off considering your constant throbbing inside her tight walls.
You buried your shaft, filling her up to the hilt and immediately, you came, shooting another thick load of your seed deep in her as she moans and in order to silence it, you capture her lips as she immediately reciprocates, sharing such an intimate kiss between your orgasmic trance. Having enough of the battle of dominance onto each otherâs mouth, you pull out your mouth of her as you did the same on your cock, meeting a sight of her now-creampied pussy as the sight is just worthy to beholdâher cunt mixed with your semen and her juices and some seeping out of her hole and onto the bed sheets. With now your softening cock, you didnât even bother to let her clean it up; but instead, you opted to pull her into a deep, passionate kiss one more time to voice your satisfaction on todayâs steamy session.
âGod, daddyâyou came s-so much, thank youâhahâŚâ
âJust donât act like a bitch and youâll be rewarded like that, Yuqi.â
âBut I wasnâtââ
âDonât even start itâyou felt great too, though.â
Yuqi blushes as the compliment makes her lower her guard, not just with the fact that her ego is stroked but with the fact of genuinity laces on each of your words.
âYou fucked me great tooâwanna clean up?â
âSureâjust please, I donât wanna have sex in the bathroom.â
âHahâwho knows? Maybe it could be more than thatâŚâ God, this girl will never change and itâs like sheâs about to take another with her wobbly legs, you doubt she can do anything sexual for now but you wonât mind itâwho damn knows, right?
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Aki, Denji, & Power Period Comfort!
Summary: Having four roommates in a two-bedroom, one-bathroom apartment is complicated enough, but it's even worse when you discover you're the only one to have a period.
Warnings: All platonic, fem!reader, period comfort, fluff, takes place just after season one, just three idiots trying their best
đ¸ None of you were very enthralled when Makima ordered you to move into Aki's apartment, seeing as it was already overcrowded. He had half a mind to pile you in with Denji and Power, or make you sleep in the living room but Makima convinced him to accommodate you properly. To his dismay, that meant sharing his room with Denji and letting you share with Power.
đ¸ As much as you hated the arrangement, you adjusted. Luckily, Power tended to end up sleeping on the floor in a nest of blankets and dirty clothes, cuddled up with her cat, which gave you the bed to yourself most of the time.
đ¸ That came especially in handy in times like these. This was the first period you'd had since moving in and it was especially bad. You'd been in terrible pain all morning, curled up with a hot water bottle like it was your lifeline. Luckily, Meowy had sensed your discomfort and came to cuddle with you for a change.
đ¸ "Cat thief!" You heard from your roommate as she stirred awake to find her beloved companion's betrayal. "Unhand my darling Meowy!" Yeah, you definitely weren't in the mood for her crap today, lifting the cat, much to it's dismay and setting it on the floor.
đ¸ "It came to me, jeez," You groaned, pulling the blanket over your head. "Not trying to steal your cat, you psycho."
đ¸ Before you knew it, the feral girl was pressing her nose into Meowy's fur in pursuit of something, turning her face to the air, sniffing it as well. "The scent of blood is in the air, did you hurt my cat?" She asked accusingly before giving a smug grin. "I see, you tried to take him and he scratched you, is that it?"
đ¸ "No, dipshit, I'm on my period." You groaned, patience already thinner than trace paper. Power gave you the most condescending look she was capable of, explaining that a period was a grammatical symbol of punctuation, not a physical thing you could lay on. You paled, staring at her blankly. "Power, do you not have a menstrual cycle?"
đ¸ "Of course not!" She huffed. "Fiends are incapable of organic reproduction! Such is a human weakness!" Great, the only other girl in the house had no clue about girl problems. You went on to explain a few things to her, such as what a period is and why it had you so disgruntled. "Ahh, so that explains your paler complexion, you're suffering from blood loss!"
đ¸ If there is only one thing Power understood, its blood and how a lack there of can affect the performance of the body. She thought to herself before getting an idea. "Iron, you need iron!" She decided, scrambling to her feet, darting to the kitchen.
đ¸ You couldn't help but laugh. She wasnt not the brightest, especially when it comes to human affairs, but it warmed your heart to see her so eager to help solve your probelm, even if she didn't fully understand it. Just as you were about to get out of bed and see what she was up to, you heard a voice that makes you cringe.
đ¸ "Yo, stop pullin' everything outta the fridge, dumbass!" Your shoulders slumped, knowing Power would surely explain her antics to Denji, who you were certain would be disgusted.
đ¸ "Unhand that contianer, I'm on the hunt for red meat!" Your roommate shouted, sparking an altercation. "(Y/N)'s life hangs in the balance! She's bleeding out, she needs iron!" Her words seemed to quell his irritation and before you knew it, he'd barged into your room, panic written all over his face.
đ¸ "Holy shit, are you dying?!" You couldn't hide your annoyance, pinching the bridge of your nose as his eyes scanned you worriedly.
đ¸ "I'm not dying, I'm not bleeding out, and my life does not hang in the balance." You grumbled, brow twitching. "I'm just on my period."
đ¸ "Oh, gross," The look on your face told Denji he'd made a mistake with that comment and he was quick to backtrack. "I-I mean, uh, it's cool, it's totally natural! I-I think..."
đ¸ "You're an idiot." You deadpanned, pointing out the door to usher him out. To your dismay, he came right back with a stale pillow and blanket. He nervously fluffed the naked pillow and shoved it behind your back, spreading the blanket out on top of you. You couldn't stay mad at him, he was trying.
đ¸ "Oh shit, periods like- hurt, right?" He thought aloud, leaving again and returning with a bottle of generic painkillers. "Oh wait, you need a drink, uh, hold on." He tossed the bottle at you and scrambled back to the kitchen, before bringing you a soda.
đ¸ "Can I have some water instead?" You asked politely, trying to hide your amused smile. He looked between you and the soda can, puzzled.
đ¸ "I mean, I guess," He accepted suspiciously. "What, you don't like soda anymore?" Before you can explain to him the link between the pain and the caffeine in the drink, Power bursted into the room, shoving him to the side and pushinng a plate of raw red meat into your lap.
đ¸ "You dumbass, humans can't eat raw meat, it's bad for us!" Denji scolded, grabbing the plate and handing it back to her. "You have to cook this shit!"
đ¸ "I don't know how to cook!" Power argued back childishly. "Besides, the bloodier the meat, the more iron it will restore to her bloodstream! It has to be raw!"
đ¸ "Listen, humans can't digest raw shit like that! If (Y/N) eats that she'll probably die of salmonella or somethin'!" You didn't have the heart to explain that that's not how such a bacteria was passed on, but you did agree that, knowing Power's hygiene habits, she could give you salmonella.
đ¸ You groaned, letting them bicker until the front door opened, slamming shut. "Why the hell is my kitchen in shambles right now?" Aki bellowed prompting both of your 'care takers' to scurry away.
đ¸ "(Y/N) is dying of blood loss!" Power informed him, urging how dire the situation is.
đ¸ "Nuh-uh, dipshit, she's just on the rag." Denji rolled his eyes at her concern.
đ¸ "And that means you destroyed my kitchen and piled all the raw beef we had on one plate, why?" Aki narrowed his eyes at the pair. "Mind explaining further?"
đ¸ "She has to build up her iron levels!" She growled, irritated that nobody is listening to her expertise. Denji continued to argue, thinking surely, she's full of crap.
đ¸ "No, that's actually true," Aki admitted with a heavy sigh, already beginning to clean up her mess. "Red meat contains iron and when you lose a lot of blood, you develope an iron deficiency. Eating iron rich foods help replenish your iron levels faster." He explains, finally putting Power's words in a way the boy would understand.
đ¸ "But she just can't eat a fuck ton raw meat!" Denji huffed, more irritated that he was wrong than anything else.
đ¸ "Also true," Aki sighed, taking out a skillet and setting it on top of the stove, pulling the plate closer. "Look, I'll take care of this. Denji, go run a hot bath, Power, you go see what kind of products she uses and what snacks she likes."
đ¸ Power came back and asks you what you prefered for this time of the month. After both of their tasks are completed, Aki sent them both to the nearest corner store with a specific list of what to buy.
đ¸ After they left, he peered into the room calmly. "Denji ran you a bath, go ahead while I make you some food." He suggested kindly tilting his head towards the bathroom. You thanked him, relieved to have someone who sort of understands.
đ¸ By the time you got out if the bath, you were much more relaxed, muscles no longer as sore. To your suprise, your fuzziest pajamas were sitting on the sink along with a warm towel. Exiting the bathroom, you realized Denji and Power were back, bags still in hand.
đ¸ Aki waved you over to the table, inviting you to sit down with them all. When you did, he served you a portion of broccoli and beef. After lunch, he took the dishes, giving the other pair a chance to pass off what they bought you.
đ¸ You didn't miss the pink in Denji's cheeks when he handed you a specific bag, tied off at the top. You correctly guessed that it was the one containing the products you'd asked for. Aki walked back over and sits back down as Power starts to hand you snacks.
đ¸ She piles your arms with junk food, decaffeinated drinks, and dark chocolate. "Aki forbade us from buying anything with caffine!" She explained, annoyed, as if the idea was inconvenient for her specifically.
đ¸ "Caffine will make you feel worse than your already do." He explained, passing over a still packaged electrical heat pad and a small stuffed bear. "These are just for comfort."
đ¸ After spending a bit of time them, thanking them for their help, you decided to curl up in bed and test out the heating pad. You most definitely didn't expect to find your bed with many more blankets and pillows than you'd left it with. It had effectively become a nest of comfort and Meowy was already waiting to do its part in helping you recover. The sight made your eyes water a bit.
đ¸ Power had tried to cuddle with you as well, reasoning that her body heat would also help, but Aki quickly shut her down, banishing both her and Denji to the living room. To ensure they left you alone, he sat on the balcony, watching them while blowing through a pack of cigarettes. Though he'd tried not to let on, he was a bit worried about you, texting you frequently as the day drug on. He'd seen you take bullets with less trouble so it was hard to imagine what kind of pain had you doubled over in bed.
đ¸ 'You okay?' 'Need anything?' 'Idiots being too loud?' He'd silently check up on your throughout the day, never going to physically check unless you'd left him unanswered for longer than an hour. He wanted to let you sleep if you could.
đ¸ When you felt better, you were sure to wear your mood outwardly to show them how well their caretaking had worked. You thanked them endlessly in the next few days, always willing to spend time with them to show your gratitude. Power was happy to have you at full strength again, and to once again be the center of her cat's attention. Denji was glad he would no longer be subjected to your mood swings, at least for a while. (also that Power would sneak him some of your snacks after she deemed them unnecessary due to your period ending.) Aki was just relieved to see you felt better, being the 'dad friend' of the house.
đ¸ Ranking of how they handled it:
đ¸ Power: 7/10
Very willing to help, just clueless of where start. She feels a kinship with you, being the only other girl in the apartment. Blood is her area of expertise, so she knows a surprising amount about what will help on a logical level, she just doesn't really get how to safely put that knowledge to practice.
đ¸ Denji: 5/10
Doesn't really care as much as the others, but they're freaking out about it so it must be important! He's mainly concerned with your pain. Knowing he's seen you take some serious blows that left you with little change in demeanor, it makes him a little nervous to see you so pale and dizzy. He doesn't really know how to help, but he's not opposed to learning. He secretly does think it's pretty gross, but when Aki explains he'll have to know this stuff if he ever wants to get a girlfriend, he's a over it.
đ¸ Aki: 10/10
Knows exactly what you need, thanks to his experience with the women around him, especially Himeno. She definitely overshares with him enough for him to understand what to do. He knows the fundamentals and is able to steer the other two in the right direction. Very knowledgeable and level headed, but a bit of a worrier. Will text you if you are in the bathroom too long and will remind you to pack products before you leave for work.
Let's face it, me writing for Chainsaw Man was only a matter of time, I've been cooked since the first episode.
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oh my godddddd i just read your sub!Abby fic and i'm just thinking of a fic where reader 'doms' Abby but really she's just letting you have your fun and we all know who's still in charge :) oh my god i'm losing it please i just know you would make it so hot,,,,,,,, omg i'm giggling and twirling my hair
yesyesyesyesyes ⥠đđ exactly nonnie ! <3
cw: ice play (almost) , dom!abby , daddy kink lol
âhands behind your back.â you sternly say to your blonde girlfriend, who is manspreading in front of you on your shared bed, you stood between her muscular legs.
âyes maâamâ she giggles back at you, totally taking this seriously, and pins her hands to the small of her back.
you roll your eyes at abby and puff out your chest, âwhatâs funny? donât make me get rough with you.â you warn her.
ânot funny baby, just cute.â she bats her eyes up at you, making your tummy explode with butterflies.
abby is always in charge. sex, plans, grocery lists, cleaning, abby is always the one handling everything. and as much as you love being under her control, today you wanted to give her a chance to relax and be tended to. but itâs abby, and abby wonât let that slide.
you point your finger to her broad chest, âlay back.â abby raises an eyebrow at you, following your orders. âyouâre liking this, arenât you princess?â abby teases.
âyeah, i am, princessâ you tease back. abby can admit that she finds it hot how youâre being so demanding and tough, she knows at any second though she can bend you over her knee and youâll be a whimpering obedient mess like you always are, but sheâll let you have your fun for now.
you pick up a cup thatâs to your left, swirling around the melting ice cubes in it. abbyâs gaze shifts to your hand, still shaking the cup. âbabyâŚâ she nervously breathes.
âiâm gonna take off your pants, okay?â you slide her grey sweatpants down her legs, biting your lip at the sight of her blue boxers, removing those too.
you plop an ice cube in your mouth, but abby abruptly grabs your jaw. âspit it out.â she demands. you shake your head out of her grasp, spitting the ice cube on her chest. âtss-ahh! what the fuck!â she hisses.
âiâm in charge, remember? donât interrupt me again.â as you reach for the cup, abby has decided sheâs had enough of this.
the burly blonde sits up, sliding her boxers back up to her waist. you watch as she blatantly disobeys your orders.
âhereâs what gonna happen my sweet girl. youâre gonna lay down, take off those cute little panties, put your hands behind your back, and sit pretty until i tell you you can move, got it?â she hovers over you, awaiting your compliance.
âb-â you try to regain your âcontrolâ you had just a minute ago, but abbyâs patience is long gone. ânuh uh baby, all i want to hear from that little mouth is yes daddy.â
abby walks out of the room, leaving you to process whatâs about to happen. you do as youâre told because abby can get scary when disobeyed. her blue crystal eyes get dark, almost stone grey.
youâre naked, hands flat under your back, thighs pressing together trying to relieve the uncomfortable sensation pooling down there.
the door creaks slightly, abbyâs tall build standing in the doorway, arm resting on the frame above her head. âaww good girl.â she smiles at you.
her strap is tucked in the band of her boxers, the black silicone tip peering from the top. âand good girls get rewarded, yeah?â she walks towards you, eyes locked with yours.
âspread your pussy for me dollâ she coos, eyes widening at your milky cream dripping down your thigh.
abby slaps your sopping pussy, letting a long string of spit land on your throbbing nub.
âyou ready?â she smirks, positioning herself at your center.
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IYHM ask replies! (1/3)
đ¸ @daniluvz asked:
I am so happy, I got your book and I am excited it's finally next in my to be read pile!!!!!! I know this is way to soon to ask but will you be making another book? (I had to ask, I know you literally just came out with this one not to long ago, but I love your art and it has inspired me to continue my journey in art and graphic novel) sending all the love and well wishesâŁď¸âŁď¸âŁď¸
wahhh thank you so much!!!! oh my gosh, while it's not a sequel, i AM making another book! i feel like i'm the type to keep big projects close to my chest until the moment i can reveal it to the world, but i have to confess i'm very excited about this one... AH i can't wait!
wishing you well too, i'm so excited for your journey omg!!! sending you all the luck and love in the world!!!!! đđđ
đ¸ @perseusrising asked:
my girlfriend and i read your book together! it was absolutely spectacular! thank you so much for sharing such a beautiful story
oh it makes me so happy when i hear about people reading it together!! especially couples! what a wonderful experience to share. thank you <3
đ¸ @ggwweenn1 asked:
I work at a library and read "If you'll have me" because I saw it in our new book delivery and thought "oh hey I know them from Tumblr" and then immediately was like "ok ok where can I display this prominently so every 16 year old girl can read it!?!?!" xoxo
AHH i only want the best for everyone who works at libraries!! thank you for all your hard work!!! đ¤ also OMG YES... i wish that every girl who needs this book may find it... tysm! xoxo!!
đ¸ @elihoneybee asked:
my girlfriend got me iyhm for christmas im so happy thank you for this beautiful book
oh thank you so much!! ;_; i'm always so touched when i hear it's been given as a gift. i think books are such good presents! and giving them is such a sweet gesture <3
đ¸ @mythicalphoenix14 asked:
I recently read your book and wanted to tell you how incredible the art was and the story.
oh my gosh. that means so much! thank you forever âĽ
đ¸ @animaestr0 asked:
me and my friends went to the bookstore a couple montsb back and i SAW "IF YOU'LL HAVE ME" on the shelf and i straight up screamed and yoinked it because I was late to the iyhm preorder chain and couldn't find it anywhere for a while BUT!!!! I HAVE IT NOWW WOOOOOOOOO
OMG YAYYYYYYY i'm so happy to hear that!!! YIPPEEEEE đđ honestly i should've reblogged the preorder link more but i'm so slow to act and afraid of being annoying đŠ i wanna try harder next time!!
đ¸ Anonymous asked:
I saw your sneak peak scene on twitter and i just fell in love with your artstyle in a heartbeat, the colors, your way of setting the scene and i just wanted to tell ya i ordered if you'll have me! ps: i'm from germany! :)
you are so wonderfully sweet oh my gosh! ;0; thank you so much for your kind words!! may it get to you safely~
đ¸ Anonymous asked:
i saw iyhm in a store today! i'm in australia so i was going to buy it online but i was so moved seeing irl :') it's on my bookshelf. congrats on getting published, i'm so excited to read it!
oh my goodness, thank you! SAME every time i see it in a store, my heart skips a beat đ i feel very grateful to have physical copies out in the world, especially with the state of digital media preservation today... thank you again!!
đ¸ @unfortunatelyem asked:
read the iyhm graphic novel in one sitting and almost cried!!! thank you for the foodđ
wahhh thank you so much for reading and enjoying!!!!
đ¸ @dancingcoder28 asked:
Just wanted to tell you that I saw your book in my local library! I am so happy and excited to see it because itâs such a good book, and definitely deserves to be put out there đđđđ
AHHH yessss we love libraries!! omggg thank you so much for this lovely message, that means the world đđđđ
đ¸ Anonymous asked:
HI HELLO i just wanted to let you know that my friends and i went to the big barnes and nobles in NYC recently and i recognized If You'll Have Me on display and ofc i HAD to have it so I picked it up right away and absolutely adored every page of it and thank you sososo much for giving us such a lovely story <33 it made me smile so much !!!!!!!
OMG THANK YOU AHHH!!!!! oh i wanted so much for it to make someone smile!!! T_T my dreams are coming true... i hope it felt like a warm hug <3 <3
đ¸ @cosmonautchan asked:
SAW YOUR BOOK AT MY LOCAL WATERSTONES!!! IT'S SUPER COOL!!!
THANK YOU AHHH HOW WONDERFUL!!! i would love to visit a waterstones someday!!
đ¸ Anonymous asked:
Hiii I'm in the middle of reading IYHM (digital version cuz I don't trust my local post office sorry đ) and it makes me feel so uwu. I'm happy to see wlw works out there (I've read mostly mlm so far). Momo is so relatable it almost hurts, I too overthink absolutely everything. Congratulations on the release!!! Here's to many more! đ đĽ
totally understand omg rip đđ but yayyyy i'm so thrilled! the overthinking is so real for me too. also uwu is EXACTLY the feeling i wanted to capture đ the uwus and the doki dokis... i wish i had even more time to show the girls being cute and fluffy with each other! maybe next time hehe. thank you so much!!!
đ¸ @hyper0bject asked:
heyyy i just got a copy of IYHM in! excited to read it, been following the mini comics for a bit now and pulled the trigger on it a couple days ago :) even just looking it over it looks super quality, print and heft! thanks!
ahh i'm so happy to hear that! thank you so much!! i'm still so pleased with how the physical copies turned out. i like paperbacks because of how they feel to hold, but i was amazed to find out the hardback has the art printed right onto the cover! i totally wasn't expecting it. ty again! :>
đ¸ Anonymous asked:
I just wanted to let you know I remember seeing art of momo and PG when I was in seventh grade (the "you're the cute one" art) and today I saw them on the cover of a book at my library and I almost couldn't believe it!!! I finished it within that same afternoon, and I gotta say I'm so happy you were able to publish these girls. I love them to bits. keep up the amazing work!!!
omg it's been so long since i drew that!! it's amazing that you remembered them and that they came back to you like this!!! thank you so much aw... this is so incredibly sweet... i wish i had more words to say thank you <33
đ¸ @lemonbaristas asked:
Happy book birthday!!! đ
thank you so much!!! đĽşđ
part 2 is on its way~
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You've been gaining a lot of weight recently and don't know why, so you're back at the doctor's office to figure something out with him. The doctor is happy to inspect you and comment on your growing body, soon he reveals his true intentions for you as his work-in-progress piggy and gives you more instructions to follow đ˝
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Ahh, good to see you again. What seems to be the problem today? Youâve been putting on weight recently despite the diet I put you on? Hmm, yes I can see that⌠are you sure you havenât been missing any days with the vitamins and shake supplements? Ok, how strange then. I think itâs best we examine you, maybe try a couple tests.
Stand here for me. Hmm, your belly really is looking quite porky, isnât it? Your shirt doesnât seem to cover it anymore. Just roll it up for me and Iâll take some measurements like I did last time so we can make a new plan. Yes, I see you have a few more inches round your middle now⌠youâre feeling awfully doughy too. Now letâs see your thiiighs⌠upper arms⌠your chest⌠thatâs right⌠Well it seems the most of the weight has stuck to your belly, but youâve definitely gained all over.
Letâs have you on the inspection table so I can try a few things. Strip down to your underwear and hop on up. Ah, no. Not lying down, on all fours please. There we go, thatâs great, just let me get my gloves on. Mmm you really are looking like quite the plump piglet with your potbelly hanging down like that. Ah ah ah, donât squirm at my touch, Iâm merely inspecting you. Your jiggling belly, your rounded out ass, the growth in your chest⌠itâs all quite delightful. Better than I could have expected, really.
Oh, donât pretend like you donât enjoy this piggy. Youâre practically frozen to the spot! And I can see the wet patch spreading in your pants. Just relax and let the doctor take care of you. Mmmm, yes thatâs right, grind against my fingers as I admire your progress.
Youâre much better as a pathetic little porker, arenât you my piglet? Though weâll have you growing into a proper piggy in no time, Iâm sure. I could just tell when you came in here seeking weight loss advice that youâd be much happier giving in to your urges and gaining instead. I have a knack for seeing through people like that. And I know youâve been enjoying my âdiet plan,â it seems youâve been having more shakes per day than what the doctor ordered with just how pudgy youâre looking.
Mmm, keep grinding tubby. Let me rub some muscle relaxant cream into your plush rear. No, donât worry about the needle, you wonât feel a thing. Itâs just a fun little concoction to boost your appetite for me. See! Didnât hurt a bit, did it? Good pig.
Alright, put your clothes back on. Hmm? Look, if youâre that desperate my eager little piglet, then you can get yourself off thinking about how fat Iâm going to make you from here. But you need to listen to the doctorâs orders now.
It seems youâve already been having two shakes on some days, so from now on I want you to do that every day, plus regular meals. Whatever your piggy heart desires. You must also be sure to keep taking your pills, they keep you nice and lazy after all. Youâll come in for a monthly check up so I can track your progress until I deem you ready for me to make a house call to you where Iâm sure weâll have plenty of fun together. Do you understand me? Good piggy.
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