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đ one goodbye, a million hellos
A Phoenix and Ashes & Donât you dare run away short story (can be read as a standalone)
Suna x f!reader
Summary: Suna is invited to the wedding of his ex. he goes there with a broken heart and leaves with a loving one.
Content warnings: alcohol consumption, non-explicit bed scene, swearings, timeskip, manga spoilers
Words count: 3.5k
Suna knew from the moment he woke up that morning, that today was going to be shitty day. First, his alarm didnât go offâluckily, his lazy cat decided to scratch at the door, waking him up. Bleary-eyed, he noted that the noise outside was way too loud for it to be 6 a.m. Thatâs when he checked the time. It was 8 a.m.
He launched out of bed and stumbled as his ankle twisted slightly. He barely registered the discomfort because he simply had no time to waste. Then he checked the weather on his phone: a sunny day ahead, or so he thought. However, all he had to do was cross the threshold to realise that heâd checked the forecast for Hiroshima, not Tokyo, and that it was pouring rain in the bigger city.
The way to the gym didnât help ease his mood. He had to wait for two overcrowded trains to pass before he could squeeze onto the third, only to watch in horror as his wallet tumbled out of his bag and skidded across the station floor. Two teenagers shot him a pitying look and smirked.
His coach made him run ten extra laps of the court as a punishment.
Anyway, it was shaping up to be the shittiest day.
Only two things can possibly redeem it now, Suna hopes: the company of his chubby, grey cat and the arrival of his long-awaited new volleyball shoes.
When he finally reaches his apartment building, he rushes to the mailbox.
Fuck, the shoes arenât there.
He sighs heavily and sorts through the stack of mostly junk mail. Thereâs an ad for the new yakiniku restaurant that opened in his neighbour, a fanâs letter (how did they find his address?) and then, at the bottom of the mailbox, a delicate, white envelope with his name inked in familiar handwriting. Suddenly, his chest tightens. Suna feels his lungs closing, as if they can no longer inhale the breath from outside. Because, even if he wishes he could unrecall the way his ex-girlfriend used to write his name, he canât; and the letter is from her. He doesnât need to open the letter to know what it is. She wouldnât use such elegant paper for himânot anymore. So, he knows, even before reading a single word, that it is an invitation to her wedding.
Her wedding to Miya Osamu.
But just in case his hunch was wrong, in case she dumped his former teammate and wants Suna back in her life, he decides to unfold the paper, carefully.
Honda Airi & Miya Osamu are pleased to invite you...
Thatâs enough for today.
He shoves the letter into his bag, in a harsh move. Yet somehow, he canât bring himself to crumple or shred it to pieces for it is certainly very precious to Airi.
When he enters his apartment, he mumbles a shy âtadaimaâ, itâs unusual for him. He never much cared for the ritual of announcing his return, but his mother used to insist on it, so he only does it with her and his younger sister when he visits them. And Airi once complained when he didnât. He never knew why it mattered so much to her.
âItâs just⌠I love having someone to say âokaeriâ to,â she said.
Only now does Suna understand the warmth of having someone to greet when coming home, or rather, Suna understands the coldness of having no one to go home to. Not even Peko-chan, his cat, bothers to look up at him, it doesnât seem like that ungrateful bastard is going to come and ask for cuddles anytime soon.
He finds a single lollipop on the kitchen counter and unwraps it, itâs sweet but somehow tonight, it tastes bitter.
The letter stays in his bag for weeks. Airi tries to call him a few times, leaving messages of âhey, I was wondering if you had received a letter?â, and âtell me when you have received the invitation⌠Iâd like to talk with you about it.â Which turned into âeveryone received theirs so I donât know if you moved out or if youâre ignoring me⌠anyway, please call me back.â
She sounds so worried; it makes him feel bad and so, he calls her back.
Airi seems to be thrilled when she talks about the wedding plans. Thereâs this spark in her voice that reminds him of everything he once loved about her. For a brief moment, he almost forgets it is supposed to hurt.
She begs him to come because âyouâve always meant a lot to me, and⌠I still think of you as a close friend. And Osamuâs entire team from high school is coming. It wouldnât feel right without you there. But I understand if it makes you feel uncomfortable-â
âIâll come.â He simply replies. Suna has always been a man of few words. He believes he hears a sigh of relief in her voice.
She thanks him one, twice, thrice, Suna pretends it is a pleasure. Which it is (because he made her happy) but also isnât (because all the regrets he pushed aside for years suddenly resurface).
That evening, he reads the whole letter. It is so quintessentially herâsimple and graceful, the venue will be in the mountains, of course she loves the mountains. The wedding will be held in summer, near her birthday. Every detail seems to fit her perfectly, even the name next to hers, and despite the hurt and regrets, Suna Rintarou has to admit that Miya Osamu is a way better choice than himself for her; he had always been.
The day comes and Suna feels his stomach hurt when he arrives at the venue. Itâs a small gathering, which only makes him more visible when he parks. He glances at the people that are already there, and takes a deep inspirationâyet, even in the calm, he can feel his pulse race. A few seconds after, he hears Atsumu tapping on his window.
âSunarin, my man!â Atsumuâs grin is wide as ever, and Sunaâs response is his usual faint smile.
Atsumu explains everything to him from whatâs planned for dinner to where the restrooms are but soon after that, excuses himself to go see his brother whoâs almost done getting ready.
To stay close to people who are calm and wonât ask too many questions, Suna makes his way to his senpai, Aran and Kita, and nods through conversations, pretending to be his normal self, quiet and unbothered.
Suna doesnât remember a lot about what happened after, maybe because he was to focus on trying to make the pain in his chest go away.
But when Airi arrives, he finds her beautiful, but he also admits to himself that his heart doesnât beat the way it used to. The man realises that it is not her that haunts him, but the regrets and the âwhat could have been?â. Itâs the longing to have someone by his side to cherish. Itâs the fact that the only true love story he had experienced ended in tearsâbecause of himâand when he tried to fix the broken glasses, it was too late.
This goodbye will forever hurt.
By the reception, Suna attempts to control his drinkingâpartly because he is a professional athlete, but mostly because he fears he might say something stupid to Airi, âCould it have been us?â, he nearly asks when he bumps into her at the buffet. But instead, âIâm happy for you,â comes out.
âThank you, Rin. It means a lot coming from you.â the hurt eases even slightly.
Still the alcohol starts blurring his mind a little bit and he turns, only to find himself spilling his drink on someone.
âShit,â that someone says.
âOh-sorry!â he mutters, reaching for a napkin to help.
She says nothing back, and doesnât even look at him at first, not out of annoyance, Suna concludes, but because her attention is glued to her camera, which took the brunt of the spill (and that thing seems the hell expensive).
After a minute or so, she sighs heavily and mumbles a âthanks gods, itâs still working.â As she raises the camera, she snaps one picture of Suna.
The man raises an eyebrow, genuinely taken aback.
âI need to remember the man who almost made me lose my job.â
She grins. And Suna can finally see her whole face. Sheâs more radiant than a thousand suns.
âYour job?â
âYep. Honda-san, I mean, Miya-san now, hired me to be the photograph for tonight. My shop is close to her workplace.â She says, brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear as she extends her hand to introduce herself.
âMmh, nice to meet you. Iâm Suna.â
Heâs cold. Suna knows he is, but itâs not like he can do anything about it, thatâs just who he has always been. Somehow, she doesnât seem impressed or upset by it. She simply scratches her chin and frowns.
âAre you here for the bride or the groom⌠Wait, let me guess. Youâre pretty tall and handsome. Volleyball player, right? So, the groomâs side, Iâd say.â
Suna doesnât know how to respond to that because after all, heâs here for both.
âActuallyâŚâ He hesitates. âI was in high school with them.â
âOh, Iâm sure you were the mysterious type and cool guy all the girls had a crush on?â
Suna laughs, a short huff through his nose. âI donât know. Were you the stalking girl who took pictures of her crush?â
âDo you really want to know?â
âDid you take many pictures of me tonight?â He wheedles and crosses his arms.
âWho said I had a crush on you?â
That girl is probably smarter than he would ever be, Suna concludes and just when heâs thinking about what he can argue back, she chimes in.
âBut, if you want to know, youâll have to stop by my shop sometime.â
Heâs surprised when his heart skips a beat and finds himself wanting to know more about her. They chat naturally for the next half an hour, like old friends or something close to it. She mentions Momo, her cat, a clingy, high-maintenance furball that couldnât be more different from his laid-back pet. He shows her a photo of said pet, and she laughs about how nonchalant he looks (âlike his ownerâ she adds). She still thinks the felines would look good together. Suna wonders if they would.
âWell, I just forgot Iâm supposed to be working and I saw that dude who looks like an owl doing a backflip on the dancefloor. I think Miya-san wouldnât want me to miss this.â She leans just an inch so that Suna is close enough now to inhale a fragment of her scent. âGuess Iâll see you around⌠Mister Cool Guy.â
Before he can say anything, she slips back into the crowd. Suna thinks he catches a slight blush on her ears, he smiles, and it makes his cheeks hurt.
Two weeks after, Airi calls him.
âRin, I hate to ask, but Iâm in Osaka right now, and the wedding photos are ready. Could you pick them up?â
Suna wonders if she has some sixth sense or if fate is intervening, but either way, he decides to take the chance.
When he arrives at the shop, sheâs there, and the man swears he caught her smile widen when she saw him. Sheâs helping a young girl with some identity photos, telling her jokes, and making funny faces to get a smile from the child. The way she acts with her makes him think that she has that ability of making everyone feel at ease.
âHere for the photos?â she asks and hands him the envelope.
He takes it, but something holds him back from leaving just yet. Heâs here to do his ex a favour, but as he heads toward the door, he finds himself turning around.
âWhat are you doing after this?â
âNothing,â she answers, almost too quickly.
The middle blocker holds back a teethfull smile, âThereâs a new yakiniku place nearby. Iâve been wanting to try it.â
âI close in twenty minutes.â She informs.
âIâll wait,â he replies, and finally lets a rare smile break through.
The dinnerâs great, they talk about everything and nothing at all. He grills the meat, she eats it while telling him about her degrees and her previous experiences working in a rigid company, why she hated it and how her boss was a butthead. Suna notes that her eyes shine when she explains how she finally followed her dreams and became a professional photographer. She asks him about his dream, impressed when she searches for his name on the internet and sees the number of followers on his public profile.
By the time theyâre walking back, neither is in a rush to leave the other. Their feet drag slightly, as if it would help delay the moment they part ways.
âNext time, Iâll try the karubi,â she exclaims, nudging him.
âNext time?â
âWhat? Arenât you going to take me on another date, Suna Rintarou?â She smirks, bright and clear.
Everything inside him moves and his heart aches. But this time, the feeling soothes him.
And so, he agrees to go out with her again. The dates become regular and slowly, as the days pass, fingers intertwine, soft kisses land at the corner of lips, and âi like youâ are whispered under the moon.
With her, itâs never awkward, never forced. And Suna thinks that maybe he isnât cursed to be loveless after all.
A few months later, when her apartment lease ends, they move in together. Suna, with his ever-pragmatic mind, decides they know each other well enough to make it work. Sheâs clumsy, messy, and can sleep till noonâhe often returns from his morning run to find her still in bed, though now she tries to get up and wait for him with two steaming cups of tea. She has a tendency to comment on absurd reality shows about people fighting in a villa, and while he doesnât admit it aloud, Suna finds an odd comfort in her quirks.
At first, her cooking is questionable, bad even, but he finds her watching YouTube tutorials on âHow To Meal Prep for Athletes.â Soon, her omurice (that was a bit too burnt in the beginning), packed with olive oil for good fats, protein-rich chicken and eggs, rice for carbs, and fiber-loaded courgettes and red peppers, becomes something he actually looks forward to. Her repertoire of healthy recipes grows, and they fall into a rhythm that makes Suna feels nothing less than at home: he handles the cleaning, and she deftly manages bills and taxes.
On the weekends, they play video games and go on hikesâthough never too long ones, because she stops constantly to capture everything. âYou already took a picture of that flower,â he points out, and with her innocent smile, she replies, âBut the lightâs different now.â
She respects his boundaries, never pressures him to do things he dislikes, and doesnât complain when his responses are short and of few words. She doesnât make him feel bad when his training runs late. No matter what hour he comes home, sheâs waitingâhalf asleep on the couch, two cats curled in her lap, an almost-empty packet of low-salt and 0% fat crisps by her side. He kneels before her, murmuring âtadaima,â and her eyes squint and then shine as she responds, âokaeri, my love.â
She never misses his games, always making sure to snap the best shots of him. Sometimes, she even sneaks alongside the official photographers, scolding them for not taking enough pictures of Suna.
âWhat a bunch of idiotsâŚCanât you see heâs the ace of the game?â (it got her to be kick out of the gym once).
She learns all the rules from volleyball even though she still gets confused with the rotations. One day, from where he stands on the court, Suna hears her protest when the referee whistles for a foul he made (even though it was obvious he touched the net with his chest).
In return, Suna never fails to attend her exhibitions. He strokes her hair and kisses her cheeks when she cries because âno one cameâ and âIâm a failure.â
He lists every reason why sheâs mistaken and how sheâs the most talented person in this entire universe. It makes her cry even more, but with happy tears this time. He keeps on believing that her art will be celebrated worldwide someday, but that heâll remain the first to stand in line when queues of fans will show up to see her masterpieces.
After a hard day, he runs her a bath, (always putting a little bath bomb that smells like roses, her favourite). When heâs away for matches, he brings back mugs from every country. The shelves are now overflowing, and they had to buy a new cabinet, but she still asks him for more.
He discovers what makes her feel good, the spots on her skin that sends shivers down her spine (her upper thigh, the back of her shoulders). He learns what words make her lose her mind, what pace she enjoys most.
When he messes up, sheâs never afraid to call him out. âYouâre a piece of shit,â she shouts sometimes when sheâs pissed at him, and they burst into laughter because they can never be mad at each other for more than fifteen minutes.
During the Paris Olympics, they explore the city for what she calls their âhoneymoonâ (theyâre not married, not even engaged, though Suna wouldnât mind giving her his last name, or taking hers). She photographs every single croissant they try, and even makes him pose like heâs holding up the Eiffel Tower, much to his dismay. The man grunts but do it anyway (itâs a total fail).
She jumps in his arms when Japan wins against Argentina. He almost stumbles, but happiness overwhelms him at the same time.
He meets Airiâs gaze, who came with Osamu and his parents to cheer for Atsumu. She beams at him, and he smiles back.
(After all, going to that wedding wasnât quite a bad idea.)
And just like that, a year transforms into two and into three. His career is stable while hers flourishes.
When he turns 30, she shows him a video montage that leaves him flustered. He laughs at her for getting teary-eyed even though sheâs the one who made it.
âWhere did you get all these pictures of me as a kid?â he grumbles, embarrassed.
âFrom your mum, of course! She was happy to help.â
âTo help humiliate me?â he asks, and she tries to shut him up with a quick, âI love you.â He rolls his eyes but smiles anyway.
For her birthday, he gifts her the camera sheâs been dreaming of her entire life. âYouâre the best thing that ever happened to me. Please, keep taking pictures. I love them... and I love you,â he tells. She answers she could die happy.
Her first picture with the new device is, shamelessly, Sunaâs âbeautiful and too-hot-for-public-decency back muscles.â
âAre you taking nudes of me, darling?â He raises an eyebrow when he catches her in the act.
âBut this is my favourite scenery.â She tries to explain with a pout. He lets her snap more pictures.
She heads to New York for a major exhibition where she wins an award for best nature photography. From their shared apartment in Tokyo, Suna congratulates her over the phone.
But the week drags on and her absence is painful. He craves her omurice and the low-salt crisps (which taste suspiciously like cardboard), and even finds himself calling out âtadaimaâ to no one at all. And it seems like, heâs not the only who feels depressed since both cats have decided to start a hunger strike because apparently what Suna feeds them doesnât meet their standards (even Peko-chan refused the tuna he gave him.)
He looks at the photo album she made of their travels before bed. Suna is convinced that one day, their shelves will be overflowing not only with mugs but with albums (because they have many years ahead of them, many more moments to share).
He forgets what his life looked like before her, not that it matters anymore, Suna wouldnât mind erasing every memory from his head to keep exclusively the ones with her.
She finally returns home with the award, and he picks her up from the airport (driving a little too fast and barely stopping at red lights, donât tell her). When they step in the doorway, Suna grabs her waist and pulls her against him tightly, his face nestles in her neck.
âRintarouâŚâ she chuckles and grabs his hairâhe loves when she does thatââI stink because of the flight, let me take a shower.â
Her cat meows to get her attention.
But Suna wants her all to himself.
âSay tadaima,â he orders, sounding like a child.
She blinks in confusion, then takes his face in her hands, planting a soft kiss on his lips. âTadaima, my love.â
Suna wants to breathe the words, make it his oxygen. His lungs open, his whole blood is filled with an air he never felt before.
Gosh, sheâs everything, he tells himself.
âOkaeri.â He responds.
They take a shower together (until the water runs cold), they order take away (burgers with an extra slice of fries), they watch her stupid reality show (Suna starts to be invested in the drama), he falls asleep on her lap, the cats join him.
That night, Suna dreams that it lasts forever.
(It will.)
author notes: if you read Phoenix and Ashes and Donât you dare run away you know that i havenât depicted suna as the most loving and kind human being, but what i enjoy so much about writing is that we can develop complex characters who evolve, fail, get better or worse, and make them experience life-changing events. so i really loved describing this new version of suna and make him fall in love again.
anyway a lot of talking haha when i just wanted to give sunarin a happy ending <3
i hope you enjoyed reading this and Iâm gonna go working on the kageyama fic now đ
#suna x reader#suna x f!reader#suna fanfic#suna fanfiction#haikyuu suna#suna haikyuu#haikyuu#haikyuu fanfiction#suna rintarou x reader#rintarou suna#suna rintaro haikyuu#suna rintarou x you#suna rintarou fluff#suna fluff#haikyuu fluff#hq suna#suna hq#suna#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu time skip#haikyuu x y/n#haikyuu x you#suna rintarĹ#suna rintaro x you#suna rintaro x y/n#suna rintaro fluff#suna rintaro x reader#suna rintarou#Phoenix and ashes#donât you dare runaway
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The art of falling asleep, starring Fei.
#cats#cat#my pets#scottish fold#fei#his name is éŁ#his previous owner named him and of course I kept his name#I donât like changing pet names if I know their original name#itâs a nice name anyway and I think it suits him well#(being said ppl often assume itâs âfayeâ and think he is a girl#but luckily he is a cat so he does not care)#âŚhe looks SO squash when he gets like this#it makes him look chonky but heâs actually quite lean???#heâs such a good boy#he loves to go outside on a harness#he gets so excited and just rolls around and rubs you bc heâs so happy to go on a walk
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my dad brought home a stray kitten đ
#he is magnificent at finding stray/abandoned animals and bringing them home and unloading the responsibility on us#and having us get attached to the animal unneccessarily because they usually. well i'm not gonna say it#i don't wanna jinx it#it seems mostly healthy and we do already have flatbread so we have cat food luckily but he always fucking does this. it's so annoying#esp since this is only a few months after our family cat of 18 years died. like dude if anyone shouldn't be picking up strays it's my dad#because he never has time or money to take care of them#i cannot tell you the amount of short term pets i've had because of his antics#anyways. i have to go back to sleep now bc i only got 3 hours when my brother woke me up abt this đ gotta stop reading manga till 6am#since we got a new little guy to take care of now#sigh.#ik if i was like 12 i'd be getting all excited but i don't wanna be destroyed if smth happens to it so i'll manage my expectations#anyways. pics later when i wake up more
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just musing about how niko was one of edwin's biggest unconditional supporters and gentle guides in his self-discovery of his sexuality, and i think it's so interesting that we still never saw edwin confide in her overtly about his feelings for/attraction to charles, though he easily could have at any time.
before the cat king ever shapeshifts into monty or charles to tempt edwin to realization, niko's there to tell edwin that it's okay for two boys to like each other, to let him know it's okay if he noticed monty when they first met, or if he enjoyed the idea of monty liking him; and she plainly tells him that he's completely allowed to want explicit things with another boy.
they talk about edwin's feelings and desires multiple times - he admits to her he's never kissed anyone, and even that the idea of kissing has become appealing to him. she asks him, does he want to kiss monty? does he want to kiss the cat king? but she never asks him directly, does he want to kiss charles? charles is the elephant in the room of that conversation, so to speak; the only other boy they know, the one she knows edwin is actually closer with than anyone else.
but she doesn't ask edwin about charles.
i think it's actually one way niko shows her love and care for edwin, her perceptive understanding of his boundaries, and her respect for his comfort, that she never pushes him to open up to her about this most vulnerable and newly-developing aspect of his truthâthat his feelings are for charlesâwho is already the most important person in his life, and thus so much more life-alteringly consequential to him. even though she hasn't known edwin a long time she seems to grasp that he needs both the push and the personal space to come to his deepest realizations, even as she opens the door for him to come to them.
(i did consider for a split-second that maybe she never realizes it's charles that edwin's in love with, but i vetoed that thought immediately because... edwin just seems too deeply unsubtle for that to ring true. monty can see he's been passed over for charles. the cat king knows it immediately and asks about their 'special friendship,' and not just because he can literally read edwin's desires. crystal is going through amnesia and an identity crisis, and she still clocks that edwin and charles are like a married couple. so it only makes sense that niko can see it as well.)
plus, niko's got excellent reading comprehension, by her own admission; and she and edwin bond over both being great, astute detectivesâgetting to the bottom of a case is a love they share. and so i just think it's neat that between niko and edwin, the conversation about charles seems to remain deliberately unspoken even when it could easily become overt.
instead she speaks to edwin about charles in metaphors. she starts their conversation about physical intimacy and romance specifically with drawing edwin's attention to the red and blue starfish. "isn't it romantic? they're in love." they proceed to talk about monty, and about the cat king, but i doubt either she or edwin could fail to notice the color symbolism there. and when edwin tries to get scientific about it, she reminds him, "luckily, love requires no logic." and finally she gives him the red sea glass, for courage. courage to help him come to terms with whatâand whomâhe really wants, whoever it could be.
and in the end... edwin tells niko, "i did actually tell the boy i like that i like him." this is directly after niko tells edwin she's sorry monty turned out to be an evil spy crow and she and edwin commiserate about how things with monty didn't work out for him. and obviously, it was never the cat king edwin really liked. so, just like that, through process of elimination, edwin can only be talking about charles. and even then, they never say his name. they never have to.
i just think there's something awfully soft about how edwin's feelings for charles are first so deeply ingrained and natural to him as to be something he had to be woken to rather than something that happened to him suddenly. then once he was awake to what he felt and wanted, there's something i find lovely about the deep bond niko has with him, that she understands and honors his need to speak around his feelings for charles while holding space for him to still share them with her in his way. something about how charles is so deeply loved that it is easily understood, that he is there in the conversation without his name ever needing to be spoken.
#dbda#dead boy detectives#dead boy detective agency#edwin payne#niko sasaki#payneland#lest it need to be said - i think niko's friendship with edwin is so much greater than just her being part of his awakening#but that is for a different post because i wanted to talk about this specific aspect of their friendship#i love edwin and niko so muhuuuch#they truly are friend-soulmates in such a beautiful way#but anyway i digress
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â Ëââ§âşË RED BULL GIVES YOU WINGS.
fandom. formula one
pairing. max verstappen x snowboarder fem!reader (fc: zoi sadowski-synnott)
about. y/n l/n, olympic gold medalist, goes viral after her unusal win. her boyfriend silently cheers from the sidelines
content warnings. social media au, not edited/proofread
notes. i vaguely remember seeing the headlines (years ago) of a teen snowboarder oversleeping because he was watching netflix the night before the race LMAO. so this is kinda the inspiration for that
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hiii i luv ur work^^ can i request a fic where carmy get sucked off so good it makes his brain short-circuit a little? like he came home all tired and pent up n reader just "blow" it all away. wanna see this man get taken care of𼺠he's alway got so much on his mind i just wanna see him fucked till his brain is empty
Short Circuit.
Carmy doesnât know how to shut his brain off. Luckily, you do.
pairing - roommate!carmen berzatto x female reader
warnings - smut. cursing.
word count - 1.8k
authors note - carmyâs a little bitch in this one!! mwahahaha!! to my love who requested - iâm sorry I ended up making him a bit pathetic here, but in my defence⌠he does give off the energy of a wet cat, so. this set in the roommates universe, but the fics have no particular order <3
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âSit the fuck down.â
Carmy blinks at you like a deer caught in headlights, confused and struggling to process.
âW-what?â
âYou heard me, Carmen. Sit the fuck down before I shove you there myself.â
You gesture at the couch only a few feet away, crossing your arms over your chest expectantly.
He exhales shakily before placing his mug of coffee on the kitchen counter, walking over to do as you ordered.
Heâs never really been bossed around by you before. Sure, you scold him occasionally, warn him when he does something wrong, but never like this. He canât tell if he likes it. He thinks that maybe he does.
He gets comfy on the couch, sitting back against the cushions and spreading his legs. His white t shirt stretches deliciously across his broad shoulders, tight and worn. His old flannel pyjama pants look so cosy, you itch to reach out and run your hand across them.
Carmyâs watching you curiously, waiting for your next move. He canât predict whatâs going to happen, which would usually make him nervous. But right now, heâs got electricity buzzing through his veins, crackling and charged.
You set your own mug down and saunter over in his direction, as if you have all the time in the world. You stop at the window and shut the blinds, smirking over your shoulder when he raises his eyebrows in a silent question.
âDonât want to give the neighbours a show.â
Carmyâs breath hitches in his chest, panting with anticipation. You crack your knuckles and stretch your arms above your head, suppressing a laugh when you see his eyes glued to the skin you expose between your t shirt and pyjama pants.
You stand in front of where heâs sat, patient and waiting. You look so tall, looking down on him, so completely powerful. Heâs suddenly very confused by his own feelings.
âIâm sick of you bitching and moaning,â you begin, dropping to your knees on the patterned rug. âSo Iâm gonna make you shut the fuck up.â
Carmy suddenly sits up straight, full attention captured.
âWhat?â
âGod, do you ever listen, Carmen?â
Heâs silenced by your rebuttal, so you continue.
âYouâre stressed to the max, and you donât know how to leave work at work. You bring it home, complain for hours, and then wonder why you canât relax. You need to shut your brain off.â
Carmy swallows harshly, eyes never leaving yours.
âAnd how am I supposed to do that?â
âYouâre not. Iâm gonna do it for you.â
With that, you rise up onto your knees so youâre face to face with your roommate.
âYou okay with this?â you whisper, searching his features for any signs of trepidation.
âMore than okay,â he breathes, leaning in to you. âKiss me first? Please?â
You donât think anyone would be able to resist him in this moment, when he looks and asks so pretty.
âWhatever you want, babe.â
You press your lips to his gently, testing the waters. Carmy instantly pulls you in with his arms around your back, deepening the kiss. You slip your tongue into his mouth and take control, nipping at his bottom lip when he gets too cocky.
âIâm in charge,â you tell him lowly. âIf you wanna stop, say stop. But otherwise, Iâm gonna keep going until you canât remember your own name.â
Carmenâs eyes roll back at the promise, head hitting the sofa behind him as he groans. You settle back down between his legs, pulling his pyjama pants off and throwing them aside.
You trail open mouthed kisses up his thighs, starting at his knee and ending at his hip. Occasionally you bite down, soothing the sting with your tongue as you go. When he starts to fidget, you fully sink your teeth into his muscle, sharp and warning. He flinches, and you smirk.
âPatience, Carmen.â
âDonât wanna be fuckinâ patient,â he grumbles under his breath, petulant as ever.
You look up at him firmly, and he gets the message.
Running your fingers up and down his thigh, you sit and enjoy the way goosebumps rise across his skin. Youâre on a power trip, buzzing with the adrenaline of having a man like Carmy at your mercy.
âGood things come to those who wait,â you tease, before dancing your fingertips across the material of his boxers. His hips buck up into your hand and you relent, pulling his underwear down and off in one quick move.
He hisses as the cool air of the room hits his heated skin, the combination of sensations overwhelming.
You kiss along his hipbones, tasting salt and the musk thatâs so Carmy. Nudging your nose into the juncture of his thigh, you chuckle when he shudders.
âPlease, babe.â
âWhat do you want, Carm?â
âJust- just do something, please. Anything.â
Maybe itâs the rare show of manners, or maybe itâs his pleading tone, but you finally take pity on him. Grasping him in your hand, you give your wrist an experimental twist, biting your lip when he groans.
âYeah,â he murmurs, all breathy and strained. He sounds so pretty like this, all loose limbed and pliable. âShit, babe. Yeah.â
You take your time learning what he likes. Twisting, pulling, applying a little pressure. Carmy is writhing in his seat, completely unable to keep still. You keep pushing his hips back down firmly, putting him in his place.
He has his eyes screwed shut, head thrown back into the couch cushions, gorgeous neck exposed. You take him by surprise by wrapping your lips around him, sucking gently. His hand flies to your head, grasping for grip, for any kind of anchor.
You double down on your efforts, twisting your wrist as you hollow your cheeks. You rake the nails of your other hand down his thigh, squeezing occasionally to let him know youâre still good.
You feel his muscles go tense, knuckles gripping the cushion underneath him. Heâs right on the edge - you can sense it.
So, you stop.
You pull away completely, laughing when his eyes shoot open, brows furrowed together.
âW-what? What the fuck? Whyâd you stop?â
âBecause I can.â
Carmy doesnât even have the energy to come up with a sarcastic response. Instead, he sinks further into the couch, looking down at you with those big blue eyes.
âBabe.â
âSo whiny. Jesus, Carmen, have some self respect.â
On any other day, he wouldnât take that lying down. Heâd sass you twice as hard, smirking when you roll your eyes. But today, he doesnât have it in him.
âPlease.â
âOh you sound so pretty when you beg.â
He blushes, heat blooming up his chest and across his cheeks. He reaches out and traces your lips with his thumb, a tender gesture among all of the filth currently occurring.
âDo it more.â
He blinks at you, wondering if he heard you correctly.
âWhat?â
âListen for once in your life, Berzatto. I said, do it more. Beg. Beg for it, and Iâll make you come.â
Carmy thinks he might have died and gone to heaven. Heâs never seen this side of you before - in all honesty, you didnât know it existed. Heâs discovering a lot about himself tonight, and as confusing as it is, heâs loving it.
âPlease, honey. Please.â
You click your tongue disapprovingly, shaking your head.
âNuh uh. I want you to beg so hard that I am dripping, Carmen. Make it count.â
âYouâre getting off on this,â he chuckles in disbelief. âFuck, thatâs so hot.â
You mime tapping an imaginary watch on your wrist, signalling him to hurry up. In reality, youâd kneel here on the rug all night if he wanted, content to watch him all high strung and flushed.
âOkay, okay. Sweetheart, please. Fuck, I need it. Need it so bad. Need you so bad. Just- give me anything, something, please.â
His voice has gone all breathy, shaky and unsure. He sounds like heâs on the verge of tears, and the mental image of him crying because of you turns you on more than it should.
âOh baby,â you coo. âWas that so hard? Hmm?â
He shakes his head, bitten lip between his teeth.
âGonna give you what you need now, because you were so good. My pretty, pretty boy.â
It might be your tone, or it might be because you called him your boy, but Carmy melts. Heâs nothing but a puddle, mewling and panting, no coherent thoughts left in his brain.
You get back to work, hollowing your cheeks and working whatever you canât fit in your mouth with your soft hands. You swirl your tongue, pressing it to the underside of him when you pull back slightly for air.
You wonder, for a second, if youâve broken your roommate. Nonsense is leaving his lips in constant streams, babbling under his breath like heâs lost his mind.
âYeah baby, keep going please, please donât stop.â
âFuck youâre so good, sâgood, so good.â
âJust wanna come, please honey, Iâll do anything. Anything you want.â
âOhhh, yesyesyes, oh fuck, thank you baby, shit.â
You keep humming in response, and the vibrations are Carmyâs undoing. His hips jolt upwards as his back arches off the couch, fingers scrambling for purchase. He hits the back of your throat and you groan, letting him ride it out however he needs. He relaxes back into his original position, body completely spent.
You squeeze his thigh to get his attention, making sure he watches as you swallow everything heâs given to you. He groans, low and tired, shaking his head with a smile on his face. You rest your head on his leg, looking up at him.
âYou good, Carm?â
He nods, trying to gather the energy to answer you properly.
âYeah,â he says after a while. âI genuinely think Iâve never been better.â
You laugh, and the sound makes him grin, all slow and saccharine.
âI canât move. Think youâve ruined me.â
âThat was the plan,â you wink, standing up and pulling his boxers back up his legs.
You grab a bottle of water from the kitchen, watching as he downs it all in one go. Sitting next to him on the couch, he pulls you into his side, slotting you there perfectly.
âThank you,â he whispers into the evening dusk of the room. âNot just for making me come harder than I ever have in my life. But, you know⌠for everything.â
You chuckle, intertwining your fingers with his.
âOf course. Youâd do the same for me.â
âNext time you have a bad day, Iâm gonna throw you on the couch and eat you out until you cry.â
You groan, pinching his thigh in warning.
âDonât threaten me with a good time.â
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The demon outside my bedroom
(Kokushibo x hashira!fem!reader, slight spoilers for his backstory)
Every night, at the exact same time, you would hear a soft knock on your bedroom door. A large, dark figure stood in your garden, waiting to be let inside. But after sliding your door aside, you were greeted by your boyfriendâs six eyes staring back at you.
âMy moonlight.â
His voice was deep and would rumble in his chest, making you shiver. After inviting your demon inside, the bedroom lights would illuminate his face. Six eyes staring expectantly at you, waiting for something. As a sign of trust, the demon would close his upper and lower two eyes, only leaving the ones in the center. He looked less demonic, perhaps heâs trying to please you by trying to look more human?
âKokushibo.â
Your voice felt like a soothing melody to him. It calmed his mind, soul and body in an instant. When you cup Kokushiboâs cheeks, he fully leaned into your touch. He misses being with you during the day and having you close to him. Kokushibo leaned closer to your face, admiring your features. When his lips met yours, Kokushibo sighed softly. Your lips felt warm and moist, so welcoming. So intoxicating.
His cold hands would carefully hover over your neck, slowly setting down on your collarbone. Kokushibo opened all six of his eyes and let his mind engrave a portrait of you into his memory. He cannot remember his late wife, kids, friends or family. Just of his damned brother. But he wants to remember you, so that when the time comes that you are not around, Kokushibo would cherish every single memory, every single time he saw your face, felt your hands, lips, hair, for all eternity.
Ever since Kokushibo fell for you, he followed Akazaâs path and avoided eating women, and eating humans entirely. He tries to deprave himself from consuming human flesh until he absolutely needs it. He feels like he would dirty or taint you if he kisses you with the same mouth he consumes humans with. Luckily, Muzan hasnât noticed his new diet yet. Or rather the lack of it.
Kokushibo is an extremely jealous man, and even thinking about other hashira flirting with you, makes him feel incredible rage. You canât tell any of your colleagues about your relationship since you canât really openly talk about dating the number 2 worst enemy of you all. So instead of telling your hashira with words that you are not single, Kokushibo took it upon himself to demonstrate it on your body.
He will nibble and kiss your whole neck, leaving obvious hickeys in places where you cannot hide them. Kokushibo enjoys making you squirm while he does this, taking pleasure from your whining and complaining. He will hold you close, holding you by your waist and neck while doing this affectionate assault.
Your skin is the sweetest, forbidden fruit he has ever tasted, and Kokushibo is incredibly grateful that he is the only man that ever experience you like this. He will make sure that he is going to be the only and the last man to ever experience you like this.
âMy moon, my dearest moonlight. You are mine and I am yours, and I swear to protect you for all eternity.
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Iâll probably make this into a mini series, and Iâll write something similar for the other Upper Moons and Muzan. Perhaps, if someone requests it, Iâll do something similar for the hashira and a demon reader. I would like to credit my cat as a co-author.
Anyways, make sure to EAT, SLEEP and DRINK.
Take care of yourselves <3
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{overview} You get attacked. Does your pack step up for you?
{warnings} violence, blood, mentions of sexual content (no sexual abuse), fem reader, cursing, poly141, pain, crying, angst, a/b/o dynamics
Chapter 10 <- Chapter 11 -> Chapter 12
It was Simonâs last day of physical therapy. If he passed this he would be cleared to get back out in the field. On his way, he dropped you off at another Omega Committee event. This one you were actually excited about. It was a hike through the forest at the far end of the base. Priya wasn't there and you wished you had the presence of mind to have asked her for her number. But luckily you ran into Anais.
âYou smell like peaches and cream. Anyone ever told you that?â she asked. The sound of Johnny yelling âpeachesâ instantly ran through your mind.
âA few, yeah.â you smiled.
âWell that's what I'm going to call you, PC for short.â she giggled. You had been called worse. Anais was a chatter. You didn't really mind though.
âCan I ask you something- something personal,â she whispered, leaning even closer to you. Curiosity killed the cat.
âHow does it work with all five of you? Do they take turns-â she whispered.
âOh my god, Anais.â you couldn't help but chuckle, despite the flaming of your cheeks. To be honest you were wondering the same thing.
âThat was too much! I'm so sorry. I was just curious and I thought we were friendsâ-
âAnais it's alright. If I knew I probably wouldn't mind sharing a bit of info.â You assured. She relaxed.
âSo you haven't?â
âNo,â you responded truthfully.
âHave you ever?â she trailed off. You hadn't. You never really had the chance. You weren't sure if your pack members would approve of you spilling this information everywhere. âI'll take that as a no.â she snickered. You gave her a playful side-eye.
âDonât worry about it. Took me forever to lose mine too.â she signed.
âIt has not been forever!â you gasped, swatting at her. She laughed loudly causing a few heads to turn. Neither of you really cared.
âJust don't get your hopes up. First times are always terrible,â she advised, bumping you with her arm.
âThanks for the pep talk.â you huffed.
âDo you have a favorite pack member yet?â she asked suddenly. You quickly shook your head. You enjoyed them all- truthfully. âI think if I was in a pack I would have my favorites. Hopefully one would be my alpha, but you never know,â she smirked.
âCan I ask you something?â you began.
âShoot.â
âDid it hurt when you were marked?â you questioned.
âThe first time, yes. I was in a long-term relationship with an alpha who wasn't entirely nice.â
âI'm sorry Anais.â
She quickly waved you off. âDon't worry about it. It was a long time ago. The second time, not as much. He did it during my heat and it only hurt for a day when I came out of it.â she explained.
âYouâre strong Anais.â you said. She flashed you a smile.
âWeâre omegas, PC. We have to be.â
The hike back was partly uphill, which was nobody's favorite.
âIt was so beautiful when we left. When did it get so bloody hot out?â you panted.
âLook. The heat turns you English.â Anais chuckled through her own pants. You may have picked up a few phrases from the boys.
âAlright, everyone, take five!â One of the group leaders shouted. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. You had made it to the edge of the base, still a little under half a mile to get back.
âIâm going to go refill my water. You need some?â you asked. Anais flopped down on the grass, her arms blocking her face from the sun.
âNo thank you.â she groaned, rolling onto her stomach. You made your way up to the front, intending to tell one of the leaders you were going to go get some water. You huffed as the same five omegas were consuming all their attention. âWhatever.â you sighed. You knew where it was, you had filled your water bottle up with Kyle a few days ago when he took you bird watching. Besides, Anais knew where you were.
You made your way quickly towards the buildings, going between them to the other side where the water fountain was.
âMy thumbs gonna fall off,â you grumbled. You had to press and hold the button down hard. Kyle made it look easy. Your ears perked up at the sound of footsteps. Your head darted around not seeing anything. You figured you didn't need water that bad and began walking back.
You were abruptly thrown to the ground. Your shorts offered absolutely no protection against the rough gravel. The whole left side of your body slid against the ground, the force of the shove sending you a few feet. There was a low growl behind you and you acted purely on instinct. You felt a hand on your ankle pulling you back. You flipped yourself around, swinging your arm luckily catching a man's face with your claws. He howled, throwing himself away from you. You quickly shuffled backward trying to find your footing.
âShit, that's 141.â the other man with him cursed. He grabbed the bleeding man pulling him away. Even though they were leaving, you knew you weren't safe. You were finally able to get your footing and began running around the corner, almost knocking Anais down in the process.
âWhat the fuck!â she shrieked. You were beginning to bleed at this point. It started dripping down your left leg, and right knee. It was starting to show through your shirt on your left side, your elbow, both your hands, and your chin. âIt's okay, lovie.â she soothed. You were trying your hardest to keep it together, not wanting to create a scene, however, the pain and fear were making it very difficult.
âI can't go back to the group like this,â you whined. People will think youâre crazy.
âDon't worry. This wasn't your fault. Everyone will understand.â she soothed, gently pulling you along. You held your ground shaking your head. âPC you're bleeding a lot. You need help.â she insisted.
âI want my pack.â you whimpered. You pressed the backside of your hand against your mouth, your throat constricting.
âIf you come with me you can get to them.â she urged. It was the push you needed. Luckily you didn't get very far before a group leader noticed and raced towards you.
âWhat happened?â he questioned. You ignored him, not really in the mood to talk to strange men, and pulled your backpack forward grabbing your phone out of the front pocket. You were lucky it hadn't shattered in the ordeal.
âSomeone attacked her.â Anais growled, annoyed that he couldn't use the context clues.
âHello?â Johnny had picked up after one ring. Hearing his voice made it impossible to hold back any tears. You sobbed into the phone. You heard him repeat your name on the other end, it growing louder and louder every time it left his lips.
âI need you, please. I'm not really sure where Iâm at.â
âIt's alright, Bon. I have your location pulled up on my phone, I'm near there. Just don't hang up,â he assured. Your chip. You breathed a sigh of relief, leaning against the side of the building.
âI think you should head back to the group.â The group leader directed towards Anais.
âNo way,â she growled. âIâm not leaving herâ
âThank you.â you mouthed.
âOf course,â she whispered back. She leaned against the building with you. The rest of the group was still there, the other group leaders trying to prevent them from getting any closer. You didn't need to worry about that, as Johnny quickly rounded the corner, gravel flying under his feet. His mouth fell open at the state of you. His arms extended out and you quickly threw yourself at him, neither of you caring about any blood, sweat, or tears.
âI got you, baby,â he whispered, causing you to lose it again.
âI want to go home.â you whimpered, against his shoulder. Your legs were wrapped firmly around his waist, his arms squeezing you so hard you might have even more bruises.
âAlright.â he soothed. He nodded his head to the group leader and Anais.
âI'll come and visit you in a few days,â Anais called after you.
âThank you.â you sputtered back. He didn't say a word but pressed his lips against the side of your head every few feet. He stopped setting you down causing you to sob louder. He peeled off his jacket quickly. Carefully dabbing your legs, where the most blood was coming out. He didn't want you to leave a trail of blood everywhere.
He went a back way, not wanting everyone to see his bloodied-up omega. Johnny carried you like you were a feather, weaving through buildings like it was just another day. Well to him it probably was.
Luckily too many people weren't hanging out around your home, the few that did were ignored or met with a snarl. You whimpered at the sound, all your senses on overdrive. You could tell how upset Johnny was, even though you couldn't smell him. He was shaking, growls escaping him nearly every moment. âAlmost there.â he soothed. He made it out of the elevator, slamming his key card against the sensor and throwing open the door.
He set you down on the kitchen counter, making no move to pull away from you. He needed to calm you down first.
âSâalright,â he repeated against your head. âI need you to relax for me, lass. Gonna get you all taken care of, aye?â he shut his eyes tightly, resting his body against yours. Your hands dug into his shirt, and you growled at the inability to smell him. âI know whatâll help.â he soothed. He pulled away causing you to whine, and he darted into John's room grabbing a shirt out of his dresser. He brought it back, holding it up towards your face. You were about to bury your face in it but stopped.
âI don't want to get it bloody.â you sobbed.
âHe won't mind, bon. Plus we know how to get blood stains out.â
You didn't need to be told twice, you buried your face into the fabric, nuzzling up to Johnny again. After a few moments, your breathing returned to normal and the tears fell quietly. You were quivering now, the pain making up for the loss of adrenaline. âGonna tell the rest, okay?â he asked, causing you to nod.
He grabbed his phone out of his pocket.
-come home asap. Omega emergency
He tossed the phone on the counter, pulling away from you, sitting down in one of the stools so he was almost face-to-face with you.
âNeed you to tell me what happened,â he demanded softly. He kept his jacket pressed against your legs and used a sleeve to stop the bleeding of your elbow.
âI went to get water,â you whispered. Your eyes burned, now dry. âI heard someone walking so I started to leave then all of a sudden someone pushed me to the ground.â his face twitched, his jaw clenching so hard you worried for his teeth. âHe grabbed my ankle and started pulling me back, but I turned around and scratched him across his face. One of them said something about 141 and then they ran away,â you explained.
âThatâs good. Did exactly what you should've. This happen by the water fountain?â he asked.
âMhhh,â you confirmed, wondering what he was getting at. The door swung open.
âHoly shit,â Kyle hissed, eyeing you up and down. He was a bit out of breath and you wondered if he ran all the way here like Johnny had. âLet me see.â he insisted, nearly pushing Johnny out of the way. He peeled away the sweatshirt and pulled John's shirt out of your hands.
âSome bastards shoved her.â Johnny snarled.
âBy where you took me to see the birds,â you spoke up.
âThey've got cameras.â Kyle said exactly what Johnny was thinking. âShould get it pulled up for when the alphas come.â As if on cue the door slammed open again.
âWhere is shâ- John cut himself off. âLet me see.â he demanded, pushing Kyle out of the way. If you weren't in pain you would've laughed.
âSomeone pushed me, Johnnyâs trying to find it on the cameras.â you caught him up to speed. Simon moved towards Johnny glaring over his shoulder at the device. âIt was my fault,â you whispered to John. Everyone's head snapped to you. John had your face in his hands, looking over your chin. âI went away from the group to get some water. I should've stayed with theâ-
âYou don't get to take credit for this.â John sneered. âI don't care where the hell you are, who you are around, this should never happen to you. Understand?â he ordered.
âYes, Alpha,â you responded quickly.
âDon't make it a habit though,â Kyle spoke, hovering back over by you and John.
âGot it,â Johnny said. John left you but Kyle stayed.
âI'm gonna take a few pictures of you, love. Gotta keep the evidence,â he explained.
âOkay,â you replied softly. Your eyes trained on the three men watching the video. Johnny's face curled again, gripping his phone so tight his knuckles were white. Simon and John appeared to be fairly level-headed, trying to pick up on every detail.
âRecord it before someone deletes it,â John instructed. John came back to you, pressing his lips against your forehead. âIâm going to go take care of a few things. Me and Simonâll be back soon,â he spoke through gritted teeth, taking an inhale of your scent to prevent himself from shaking. He pulled away, Simon following behind him like a dog. âSend me the pictures after.â
âYou did good, pup.â Simon praised, heading out the door with John.
Hi friends! Hope you enjoyed this chapter! Chapter 12 will be up in two days! See you then! đ§Ą
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PTM Question: If Yuu were actually trying to make Jade short circuit, what would they do or say?
Alternatively, PTM Yuu gets nostalgic about an old S/O from their world and a certain eel happens to overhear. Is the result an angry eel, a sulking eel, or an opportunistic one?
Being able to read minds makes these sorts of things much easier, especially for someone as secretive as Jade. Luckily for Yuu, a lot fo Jade's fantasies are relatively easy to feed into, though the more explicit ones are not viable for them most of the time.
Jade's biggest thing is being able to take care of Yuu. I feel that I've stated it so often that it's becoming repetitive, but Jade does really like being depended on! And Yuu can very easily feed into this by giving Jade a sweet tone and asking, âJade? I'm having trouble, can you pleeease help me? You're always super good at everything!â
It's the pretty sound of their voice and the way they almost give him puppy eyes that basically turn him into this:
I'm positive that someone even edit an image of him with these quote, and it's very correct because Yuu could very much just bat their eyes and get whatever they want from him! He lives to help and serve, just like the Sea Witch! And he just happens to like doing it most with Yuu!
However, if they want to specifically make him short circuit...
âJade?â Said young man looked up, blinking in surprise at how close you were. Not that he was complaining.
âYes?â
You shifted in your seat, leaning closer and pushing your notebook towards him.
âCan you explain this part to me? I'm having trouble understanding it, and my potion is coming out wrong.â
Jade's breath ever so slightly hitched, before clearing his throat and moving in to look at your notes. He could smell the citrusy body wash you used.
âLet me see...what flowers are you using? Dandelions and often be confused for cat's ear.â
You leaned over to grab at your materials, though Jade swears he saw you arching your back.
No, they wouldn't, no where other than my imagination...
Jade froze as he felt you place a hand on his arm, displaying a bundle of yellow flowers to him with an innocent expression.
âThese, I found them outside Ramshackle since Ruggie always says he picks them for salads, are they not it?â
Jade shook his head, brushing over your hand to bring the flowers closer to him to inspect.
âHmm, the stems are longer and the petals look hairier, see?â He pointed at a few spots on the flower.
âOh, damn. I was hoping I wouldn't have to buy supplies...â
Jade chuckled before contemplating if he should offer his own.
Ah, I'm more than happy to help you, my pearl! No need to be cautious, I won't hold it against you, perhaps a kiss in exchange for the flowers, fuhuh~
In the back of his mind, he knew that you knew from experience it was better to struggle a bit than to owe someone from Octavinelle. In the back of his mind, he knew you wouldn't ask him for any sort of favors. You were scared of him, understandable, he admitsâ
âDo you think I could use some of yours? Do you have any to spare?â
Jade paused, blanking for a moment, before looked down at you. You were awfully cute, looking at him with a pout, and you tapped your fingers together.
âPlease Jade? Pleeeease?â
Swallowing a lump in his throat and attempting to fight off the blush he knew was coming on, Jade simply nodded and reached under the table for his bag of materials. As he carefully dug through it, he failed to notice you shuffling closer.
âHere,â Jade reached up with three dandelions carefully wrapped in a cloth in his hand. He felt a spark run up his arm as you wrapped your hand around his, no doubt reaching for the flowers. âI have a few extra you canââ
The moment he turned his head, he failed to realize that you'd been leaning down and had your lips purse to press a kiss against his cheek. Instead, you'd brushed against the corner of his mouth, causing you to gasp and bolt back, Jade freezing.
âSorry! Sorry, sorry, sorry! I wasâyour cheek! And then you turnedâI wanted to thankâGAH!â
You held the dandelions to your chest, rushing back to your desk, muttering to yourself. Jade thinks he heard you chastising yourself for not paying attention, but really he couldn't process much, still frozen with his hand hovering in place.
Kiss. That was a kiss. He slowly stood back up, turning to his desk and tidying it up.
Kiss. On my lips. Kiss. They practically kissed my lips.
Like a robot programmed to a schedule, Jade spent most of his day quieter than usual. He went to class, to his shift at the lounge, all without saying anything. Just repeating the scene in his mind.
Floyd was even getting worried at how quiet Jade was, poking and prodding at him for a reaction. His twin followed him into his room, still pushing at Jade to say something.
âCome on Jade! What happened? You're never this quiet unless something happened! Did something happen? Did Mama call about Nana? Did you lose a mushroom or something? Jade! You can't justââ
Jade let himself fall onto his bed, face first, burying himself into the soft pillow and covers.
âJade?â He felt his bed creak as Floyd carefully crawled up and around him. His voice was much closer now as Floyd leaned down. âYou okay?â
Floyd could barely hear Jade as he spoke into the pillow, voice muffled. Jade even started clenching his sheets and kicking his feet. Tilting his head and leaning his ear close to his head, Floyd listened.
ââŚOh you fucking sap!â Floyd smacked the back of Jade's head, huffing as Jade finally turned his head and smiled up at him.
âYou know I hate when you get quiet! All that over some accidental kiss, dumbass! I thought you broke!â
Jade sighed in bliss, ignoring Floyd's smacks on his side and back.
âI just wish I took advantage of it, but I just froze. How unfortunate...â
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This is a collection of personal headcanons for different situations around and during a relationship with Sebastian.
Before he asked you outâ
â Sebastian is the type to NOT admit his feelings. Falling in love with you was an easy act, this man fell quickly and in the hardest way possible. Yet, somehow he failed to realize it.
â He can and will try to impress you. No, it's not because he likes you or anything. He's just keeping his business afloat to get more assets...right? Putting some discount on a perfectly fine blacklight is not that special or the extra informations about Pandemonium.
âEverything will remember him about you. He is dense, right, but after a while, it hits him like a truck. You must have either drugged him or he is in love with you.
âHe will try to confess to you but don't know how. Luckily for him, you are actually picking up the hints and signs he left without knowing. So you took the first steps instead.
You never saw him so flustered before as the moment where you handed over the self written file about his cute behaviour.
During a relationshipâ
âHe is like a moody cat. Pay attention to him, love him, but don't you dare to tease him about it. He gets unbelievably fed up and embarrassed, denying all the things you say about him.
âHe is more soft during night times. He doesn't like to speak about his affection but he certainly leaves some whispered words next to your ear while he holds you close.
âSebastian and you had your first kiss after an encounter with Pandemonium in the Oxygen Gardens. The giant black entity smashed itself against the small locker and all you could think of was Sebastian.
You regretted not taking your relationship further before you die. And yet, when the locker gave up and the doors opened, you were face to face with your boyfriend, kissing him before any of you could say anything.
âSebastian would save you from any situation. He would use his own stash of times to free you from the entities. You're his priority after all.
âSharing clothes. He actually doesn't wear his coat that much, especially when he's tinkering with stuff. His coat restricts his movements, so he just throws it over a nearby pile only to have you picking it up. You're wearing his coat with pride, even when it's more than just a bit oversized.
âIn a fight
âSebastian Solace is someone with huge pride and a big ego. Fights are somewhat normal in your everyday life. He will be dramatic about many things leading to you being dramatic over his mood.
âUsually you two have sweet little play fights, teasing, bantering or short arguments. Nothing leads to a real confrontation except those rare situations where one of you really snapped.
âWhen you don't apologize, then Sebastian will turn away and be all ignorant. He is really not that much angry once he let it all out. He does care, to the point where he turns away to reflect his behaviour.
âHis favourite form of apology is simply hugging you from behind. He would creep closer after a fight, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you close. No words are needed. It's his way to tell you that he still has your back and won't leave.
âAfter the wedding
âSebastian was the one proposing, leaving you subtile hints all over the Blackside to lead you to your favorite place. He made the ring all by himself, it's a piece of scrap that he had turned into a somewhat pretty ring.
âFrom there on, you two lead a pretty domestic life. The Hadal Blackside felt more like home and it was the thing that Sebastian wanted all the time. A place with you.
âHe will be more open about affection, warming up to the idea to be a clingy husband instead of an distant guy. He will demand his fair share of cuddles, kisses and pats or he will just pull you closer with his tail, wrapping around you and booping your nose.
âHe likes to keep a file for your life, writing down memories and keeping little trinkets that he connects with those. Sometimes he even finds little doodles from you across his papers.
In the small space that Sebastian insists on calling his "shop," the two of you have made a routine out of finding comfort in the little things. The space is cramped, filled with bits and bobs of machinery, half-finished projects, and things that only Sebastian seems to know the purpose of. Despite the clutter, it has become your shared sanctuary in the Blackside.
You sit cross-legged on a rickety old chair near his makeshift workbench, watching as Sebastian tinkers with some strange device. The quiet hum of his work fills the air, along with the faint scent of oil and old metal. Heâs focused, his brow furrowed in that adorable way that youâve come to love.
"Are you even sure that thing does anything?" you tease, leaning back and tossing a crumpled piece of paper at him.
He catches it with a smooth flick of his wrist, not even looking up. "It does... something," he says with a smirk. "Just haven't figured out what, yet."
You roll your eyes, shifting in your chair to grab one of the blankets you've draped over the back of it. It's chilly in the Blackside, always is, but Sebastianâs space is where you feel safest. Itâs the warmth of his presence more than anything else that makes the cold easier to bear.
As he works, you notice the subtle way his fingers moveâgentle but precise, like heâs sculpting something delicate. His shop may be small, cramped, and cluttered, but itâs his domain, and watching him work is one of those things that always makes you smile.
Sebastian sets the tool down and turns to you with a raised eyebrow. "Youâre staring."
You shrug, pulling the blanket tighter around your shoulders. "Canât help it. Youâre kinda fascinating to watch."
"Fascinating, huh?" He slithers closer, his hands sliding into his pockets, that ever-present smirk tugging at his lips. "I thought I was just a guy with a pile of junk in a corner."
"Youâre my guy with a pile of junk in a corner," you joke, flashing him a grin.
Sebastian chuckles, shaking his head as he leans down and presses a soft kiss to the top of your head. "Lucky you," he murmurs, before returning to his work.
The quiet settles between you again, but itâs not the uncomfortable kind. Itâs the kind of silence that speaks volumes, where every glance, every brush of hands as you pass him tools, says more than words could. You two donât need grand gestures hereâjust this little space, a few shared smiles, and the comfort of knowing that, even in the Blackside, you have each other.
"Hey," Sebastian suddenly says, his voice softer. "You wanna help me figure out what this thing actually does?"
You raise an eyebrow. "Are you sure you want me messing with your precious... whatever that is?"
He grins. "Iâll risk it."
And just like that, the two of you are hunched over the strange device, poking and prodding, making guesses and sharing quiet laughter. It's not much, but itâs yours. In this tiny space in the heart of the Blackside, the rest of the world fades away, leaving just you, Sebastian, and the warmth that only comes from finding home in each other.
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HusbandJason Todd x Reader head cannons please !!!
Husband! Jason Todd Hcâs
Jason Todd x Gn!Reader
My first time writing Jason stuff, AaAa - I hope itâs accurate to a good point. Like I said before Iâm partial to Wayne Family Adventures Jason and a mix between him and the other versions of Jasonâs Iâve seen on this app so I hope itâs acceptable- TvT
Iâve seen a lot of people be a stickler about the accuracy of Jason and have gotten genuinely angry if he was too nice or too angry or whatever so itâs all ahdjfnfjfn-
Anyways I hope you enjoy though- :DD
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The wedding the both of you have was small. Well, small-ish - there was a lot of people he wanted to invite, surprisingly, ranging from some close friends, to allies in the vigilante world, to his family. There were a lot of vigilanteâs in their civilian forms at your guyâs wedding. Your side of the family was really surprised The Bruce Wayne and The Clark Kent was there without any paparazzi whatsoever.
(You and Jason were very careful about that. So was Bruce, especially for all the hell Jason went through when he was younger. They may be on better terms now, but he still felt he had a lot to make up for. Jason is completely fine with that - to a point, of course.)
The honeymoon? Nice and calm vacation to a small town near Smallville. Jason and you wanted a getaway for just eachother, without any stresses of vigilante stuff, or villains to inevitably interrupt that.
Unbeknownst to the both of you, his siblings were also keeping a very strict routine of âDO NOT CONTACT JASON OR Y/N UNLESS IF IT IS A DIRE, DIRE EMERGENCYâ
Trust me, if it was two dires you both wouldâve had to come home.
Luckily that didnât happen.
Now, married life back in the city was a whole other thing to get used to.
You two have already lived together for the past couple years beforehand. You two have already dealt with your fair share of strains in the relationship, and still do to some degree. But luckily over the years before marriage you guys found a way to deal with that in a healthy way.
You prioritize healthy coping skills. So does Jason.
Even your respective therapists do. (Harley Quinn helped you both find ones qualified for your respective traumas. Very hard task, but Harley has a bit of a soft spot for Red Hood both in and out of the mask. Sheâs pretty chill with you too.)
Jason has his bouts of anger. Never, ever takes it out on you though, ever. Hell no. You guys have a punching bag for that. Sometimes you both use it together if you guys are venting about your day! Very cathartic and nice to bond with.
He teaches you how to fight. Just in case. You hate using weapons but he helps you get more comfortable, and you guys go over plans in case of break-ins, kidnappings, ect.
Especially if someone decides to burgle your cat.
You guys have a black cat you guys found in an alleyway a year into dating. He is your guyâs son that you decided to name Robin. Jason didnât like the name at first, especially since you not-so-subtly alluded it to be reminiscent of his Robin days, but over time it stuck.
Robin is a nice and very sweet kitty. No one messes with Robin and you have thrown hands after someone broke into your apartment once to steal him. That was also during the time you moved in with Jason, he freaked out when you called him after the break in. Thoroughly impressed you managed to beat up the intruder but he cares about yourâs and your catâs safety - you moved in not long afterwards.
Reading and drawing dates - you guys, even into your marriage, go on small dates like these that donât require too much thought or money. Sometimes you go to the park, or if itâs raining to your guyâs favorite cafĂŠ, with your favorite books (and sketchbook no. 173637294 for you specifically), and just enjoy your times together.
You guys do it at home too, but itâs fun to dress up and get out of the apartment for those kinds of dates.
Your home, despite all the weapons he has hidden around or on âdecorativeâ display, is quite cozy too!! Itâs your safe space and you want it to exude that energy all throughout. Jason likes figuring out where decorations and furniture should go with you, itâs his favorite thing that gives him a sense of normalcy with you.
Also the banter between you two is fun. Smartass after smartass remark leaves you in stitches with laughter. Especially if itâs late at night and you both are loopy from lack of sleep. (Jason has more practice with that but it still effects him to some degree.)
At this point being married, youâre used to his nightly activities too. Sometimes you stay up and make him his favorite food to the best of your ability (you arenât too good at cooking, but youâre learning for the both of you, same as him). Other times you just order takeout and eat with him.
Sometimes you help with his injuries, other times you donât. If theyâre small and benign heâs able to do them himself, bigger ones have you worried and helping him.
You always make sure he has an icepack ready for bruises. Heâs taught you how to stitch wounds up to, given the fact that you donât have as much medical experience as him.
Also after his nightly escapades as Red Hood, you guys sit and have tea too!! Calms him down enough to sleep, even if some nights are harder than others.
Heâs gotten better at coping with his PTSD, but as per the usual he does have his nightmares at times. You being there right next to him helps. And you help ground him back into reality. Be it cuddles, if heâs comfortable with them, or be it just sitting there next to him and talking to him about whateverâs on your mind until heâs laying back down to listen to you.
You guys switch between whoâs big and little spoon.
Robin is always near you guys in some way during bedtime. One time you woke up to cat fur in between yourâs and Jasonâs heads before. Robin doesnât understand personal space at all but you guyâs love it all the same.
Speaking of which, heâs a natural born shoulder kitty! He will jump on your shoulders when the offer is available. Sometimes he scares the crap out of the both of you though whenever heâs being frisky, though. But normally Robinâs smart enough to do it when you two are aware that heâs there. He learns.
On your harder days, Jason makes you breakfast and makes you tea just like you do for him. He always asks you what you need, what youâre comfortable with. Some days itâs cuddling, other times when you donât want to be touched you just tell him you want him near only. He knows thatâs when he can just sit beside you on either the couch, table, barstools or bed and just read while you listen and watch your guyâs favorite shows.
You guys also have nights where you guys have watch parties too.
Sometimes his siblings join in too, bringing food from Alfred as well. Itâs fun, and annoying for Jason at times, but still great nonetheless.
You guys visit the manor when needed, or during holidays too. Hanukkah, Christmas, Valentineâs Day, certain Galas, birthday parties, ect.
Sometimes you guys both just visit to mess with his siblings and Bruce. Cause some chaos a bit, that sort of thing. Itâs fun.
Also you guys have gossip dates.
Be it about vigilante drama, co-worker drama, customer drama, family drama, villain drama, you guys will gossip and when those dates are at home Robin the cat will put his two cents in as well. Heâs as vocal as he is sweet. Which is very.
And sometimes you record when Jason and Robin have conversations. Neither of you guys can understand the catâs meows but itâs so fun interpreting it and seeing your husband have a full on conversation with the cat. You send it to the group chat youâre in with all the siblings and he never hears the end of it for the next few patrols. Sometimes Dick and Tim and Duke want to know what the tea is between Jason and the cat and he always says âThatâs between me, my spouse and my cat, not you three.â
You inevitably tell them anyways, as well as Cass, Steph and Barbara.
Also Damian loves Robin that cat. He requests play dates between his pets and yours. You always cave for the kid, much to Jasonâs dismay. But then again, he caves for him too. He always does.
Speaking of kids, I donât think you guys will necessarily have one for a long, long while.
You guys agreed that you have to be absolutely sure and ready. Financially, mentally, emotionally, physically, mentally. Kids are a big responsibility and neither of you want your kids to ever grow up in an unsafe and unstable environment.
When you guys are ready though, which wonât be for a long while, Iâm sure you guys will pull a Bruce and adopt or foster kids. Teenagers first, along with their siblings if they have any. Youâd never separate them from their siblings - hell, the both of you, along with some help from his family and friends, would track siblings down if needed.
Like I said though, that wonât be for a long while.
You two are perfectly content in your save haven apartment with your lovely black cat Robin.
Besides, if you guys had kids early, Robin would be jealous and attention starved.
Neither of you would want that.
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I think a " No Robins" AU would be really cool, because while yes, there's no Batman without Robin, can you IMAGINE the cuteness?
By " no robin" I don't mean the boys (Dick and Jason, but later everyone else) stay home, completely unaware of their Goth rat father fighting crime. They absolutely know he's batman and they ABSOLUTELY want kicks in.
But Bruce won't just let his children dive head first in Gothamâs crime pool. So he does what he does best; Pretend.
" B! Are we there yet?"
" Almost. Finish your chocolate milk so Jason can finish his."
" He's always copying me!"
" No I'm not!"
" nO iM nOt, "
Jason kicking his little legs in the child seat? Adorable. "B!"
Bruce is simply blocking this out. He's been driving in circles for two hours and when they finally fall asleep, he takes care of business, gets the robbers tied up, and by the time the boys wake up, he's like,
" You caught them. Good job."
The GCPD has to be useful SOMEHOW, so Gordon and Martinez take them to help look for "evidence." Yes, the evidence happens to be at the park
Even the Rogues are on board? Selina doesn't mind playing hurt when Dick hits her with a "batarang" from the local toy store. She decides to take it over the top and play dead, going limp,
" You killed her!" Jason screeches, because they LIKE Selina,
Bruce, completely calm as Tim pokes a shaking Selina with a stick, " Robin. What have you done."
Naturally, Dick wails, but luckily, she miraculously "comes back to life" and tells them cats really do have 9 lives. " You owe me so many diamonds, baby"
Bruce shrugs, patting Dick on the back, " You owe me therapy money,"
" Tch. Rich prick."
Harley and Ivy "fight" the birds a lot, but it's just Harley complimenting and hyping up Dick's gymnastics while Ivy swings them around with vines like carnival rides,
When Harley's "arrested", she pulls Bruce aside and is like, " Hey, maybe look into ADHD and autism, pretty sure they all have it, "
" Impossible? That's genetic. I have neither."
" ...1) They're adopted. 2) I have some news for you."
Harvey WILL kill Bruce on sight if he ever tells ANYONE he helped Jason and Tim tie him up with jumping cords. It's already bad enough that video of him slipping on bubblegum bombs (deactivated) is viral
" Okay, now three loops and around, -- Jason, that's a cat bridge."
" I'm NOT Jason Mr. Dent!"
" Right, ROBIN, -- can you at least gag this motherf-- this jerk? Jesus, Oswald, what'd you eat, death?"
Oz, tied back to back with Harvey, with marker all over his face, " Your MOTHER. I'M tired, KID, When's your old man coming back?"
" Dad says that if you miss bed time, you explode. Are you gonna explode, Mr. Penguin?"
"... I'm concerned that you're excited about it."
#AAAA BABIES#bruce wayne#dc#dc comics#batdad#bruce wayne is a good dad#its not exactly exciting or anything but i thought it was cute!!!#harley quinn#poison ivy#harvey dent#jason todd#dick grayson#robins#no robins au#text#batman#text post#batfamily#batfam
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How To Make A Cheshire Blush
Chishiya ShuntarĹ x reader
You make it your goal to see Chishiya blush
Fluff - Suggestive
I have known Chishiya ShuntarŠfor a little over eight months since entering the borderland. In that time I have never seen him flustered⌠Ever.
How is that even possible? What man could be so calm and collected that nothing makes his cheeks flush the color of strawberries? Not even when facing death does his calmness fadeâŚ
I glanced over at Chishiya who was watched the group we teamed up with mild amusement as they betrayed each other one by one. How can they all be so foolish? If only they would put their fears aside and trust one another. Maybe then we could all make it out alive and find out who the Jack of Hearts really is. This entire game was so tiresome. I sighed loudly, earning a glance from Choshiya before he returned his gaze to a man sweating profusely as he told another player their suit.
âWeâve been here for days and itâs soâŚâ I folded my arms on the table, âBoring.â I sighed again as my shoulders slumped.
âFind something to do.â Chishiya had zero interest in my boredom and did nothing to try and entertain me.
It wasnât his problem nor benefit him, so why should he care?
My attention found its way to the pair, Aba and Kotoko. It seemed that they have been attached to the hip quite literally since the start of the game. Studying them closely, they reminded me of a business looking man and his personal assistant.
I chuckled at the thought of all the drama and scandal they might have caused in the old world, especially if he was high up there. I watched as Kotoko pressed herself even more into Abaâs side while he looked as if he held all the power. For a moment I wondered what it would be like to be just like her. To be someone who didnât rely solely on herself.
I suppose in a way I have some trust to Chishiya, I considered him my friend. He did treat me as a friend though. I also considered Kuina a friend and I knew she thought the same about me. My mind briefly drifted to her and I hoped that she was doing okay, alive somewhere right now.
My thoughts drifted back to Chishiya. He was cool and highly intelligent, not to mention drop dead gorgeous, but something I wonder if he would sacrifice me for his gain.
âI wonder what that feels like.â I muttered as I placed my chin in the palm of my hand.
âWhat?â Chishiya took a bite from his own bag of cookies as his attention flicked over to where I was looking, âTo be a self righteous prick?â
âNo.â I shook my head leaning on my chin, âTo rely so heavily on someone to protect you that you donât learn how to protect yourself.â
âYou wouldnât make it very far with that mentality.â Chishiya muttered, âLuckily, youâre too smart for that.â
I grinned at the small compliment from the Cheshire man. It was rare to hear praise from him even if it was usually mixed with mockery. It was in that moment that my innocent grin turned sly as I thought of the perfect thing that could keep my boredom at bay.
His brows furrowed at my smile, âQuit looking at me like that, itâs weird.â
âWhat if the only person I knew to keep me safe was you?â My grin turned into a smirk.
âBut it isnât?â His answer came out more of a question as he tried to figure out my plan.
âBut what if?â I leaned my weight onto his side, wrapping my arms around one of his, âWould you take advantage of my undying loyalty, ShuntarĹ?â I could see a blush coat his cheeks and I couldnât help, but laugh, âOf course you would, you sneaky cat.â
He nudged me off him with a grunt. I leaned closer to make sure I was seeing this right⌠The Chishiya ShuntarŠwas in fact, blushing.
âOh my stars.â I gasped in amusement as I pressed a hand to my heart, âIs that a blush I see, Chishi?â
I did it! I thought as excitement built up inside me. I made him blush!
âNo.â He looked away from me.
âI think it is.â I poked his cheek, giggling as I sat back.
My giggling died down as I looked at him. He didnât say anything, but he seemed flustered. Is it possible that he held some kind of feelings for me?
âChishi.â I smiled when he looked at me, âYou want some?â I held up my strawberry cake roll.
He eyed me and it suspiciously before he gave a simple nod. I opened the package, breaking off a piece for him to try. I shook my head as he reached for it as I brought it up to his lips. He opened his mouth slowly as he took a bite.
âSo would that make you a self righteous prick?â I teased quietly as I fed the cake to him.
He rolled his eyes and he leaned back, taking time to chew and see if he liked the cake.
âWay too much strawberry.â He mumbled after he swallowed, but continued to eat the next piece I gave him.
He returned the gesture with his own bag of cookies as we munched on the others snacks.
âI am an asshole.â He spoke without hesitation, âI am not kind. I am manipulative and I do what I must to get ahead. I donât care about anything so why are you always hanging around me?â
âYou are those things, but I think youâre wrong about how you see yourself Chishiya. You are so much more than that. You are kind, to Kuina and to me. You are manipulative, but that just means how intelligent you are in understanding everything. You can solve the hardest puzzle on earth with just a glance. You say you donât care, but deep down I know that you do. You have just built a wall that is worth climbing because you mean more than anything in the world to me.â I answered softly.
He wasnât able to respond as the speaker dinged.
âI believe itâs almost time.â I sighed as I looked up at the clock.
My attention turned to Kotoko who grabbed a packet of cookies⌠The same brand that Matsushita grabbed a few minutes ago.
âHmâŚâ I hummed watching what would be a meaningless passerby between the two, âMaybe I do have more undying loyalty than Kotoko.â
âSeems so.â Chishiya smirked.
I turned in my seat, brushing my hair away from my collar.
âHeart.â He said and turned so that I could tell him his suit.
âDiamond.â I repeated the symbol I saw.
âFits us well.â He muttered standing up to begin our journey to our cells.
âAw does that mean I have your heart Chishi?â I stepped up to him teasingly.
âYou have my headache.â He stated before walking into his cell.
I entered the one beside him with a warm feeling creeping in my chest. I think itâs the other way around, I think you have my heart ShuntarĹ.
âHeart.â I spoke my final answer as I waited to leave the cell.
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hi, if you're okay with writing for him, wanderer x reader hcs? (it can be short and brief!!) /nf
The Archivist and The Stubborn Scholar
TW: Not proofread and the punctuations on this might be kinda yikes (tried my best tho), this particular big boy is 1,7k words big (very short and super brief (â´âĄ`â))
Hope you like this, my first ever nonnie! (I wanna frame you like a first dollar)
I feel like the Wanderer is kind of a tough nut to crack because his trauma wall is 100 inches thick.
At the beginning, heâs really just huffing and puffing and being a total jerk to you (and everyone else). To be honest, youâre just trying your best to tough it out and not cuss him out every chance you get.
Technically, he isnât a permanent student of the Vahumana; he only comes in to borrow research papers he needs for his own paper and then heâs off again. So, there's no reason for you to see him all that much.
But aside from being a student, youâre also the Akedemiyaâs archivist, so you do meet him fairly often. Not that you enjoyed his prickly presence at first. It was quite the nuisance, if anything.
Every time he comes in to borrow something, it feels like heâs purposefully trying to get a rise out of you.
Heâs also frustratingly accurate in pressing your buttons; like he knows exactly what makes you tick and explode.
You want to chop his head off.
Luckily for him, youâre closer to Celestia than he is because your patience for him is on par with that of a saint.
âI need a paper on Tatarasuna, but I want it as recent as possible. The closer to âyesterdayâ it is published, the better.â
Looking away from your own paper, you looked at him like he grew five heads, each wearing a big âol hat. To your defense, youâre only four beats off.
âLook, I know youâre an honored guest of the Archon and only recently started joining in on this research writing business, but youâve got to learn how we do things here,â you huffed as you searched for a written guideline you have not needed for a while now.
Pulling the paper out of your bag, you pointed and explained the graphic drawn on it.
âFirst, you go and find out which collection of research papers you need and ask me politely if we have it here in the archives. Then, I tell you if we have it or not before asking if you want it copied and if you need more assistanceââ
âOkay, fine. I want Tatarasuna papers and assistance.â
âPlease let me finish.â
âWhyâd you stop talking if you werenât finished?â
âYou interrupted me?!â
Thatâs basically how an average conversation with him goes.
But as time goes on, the hate turns into dislike and then into pretend hate and finally into secret like.
At the start of his research, the visits are few and far between, but as the research starts getting heavier, his visits get more frequent too.
He also likes to work on the tables right outside the archival building for âquicker access to papers.â
This is not for the public, but he also kind of maybe perhaps secretly likes looking at the archivist.
He just likes looking at you when youâre confused about why the journal youâre reading is spewing lies. He also likes looking at you when you huff at your paper because the wording is all messed up.
Yeah, his sadistic tendencies were not wiped away when he pulled his stunt on the Irminsul. You canât win them all, I guess.
Anyway, itâs all totally because he likes seeing you suffer. Youâre on top of his âpain in the assâ list, after all!
Not because you look adorable when you scrunch your eyebrows in confusion.
Definitely not because he knows you didnât get enough sleep last night (he heard your friend chastise you about it) and you made a bunch of mistake on your paper.
He DEFINITELY DOES NOT find your tired eyes and sleepy yawns cute (like a very angry cat he DOES NOT want to take care of).
But really, he actually believes in this reasoning. He simply thinks it's schadenfreude.
Manâs smart when scheming but dumb bum when anything else.
He does not catch on to his feelings all that quick. In fact, it took him embarrassingly long.
He had to do a lot of soul searching and experience a ton of jealousy to finally realize that maybe he likes you more than he hates you.
Or rather, he likes you more than he originally allowed himself to like you.
Oh no! Itâs the consequences of having a heart because a heart isnât an object but the accumulation of interactions that build the psyche and emotion! Darn, life lesson! (Wanderer, probably)
The Wanderer decided that heâs going to work on his paper in the archive building today. Heâs not in the mood to sit in some shitty cafe and listen to incessant chatter.
Wow, he wished he had chosen the cafe instead.
âHey! Who told you, you can just take a paper out of the archive and waltz your merry way home? Give that back. Right now!â
âI thought we were friends,â Kaveh mumbled in faux hurt as he stretched his hands out to return the paper to you.
âArchivist first. Friend second,â you huffed out, snatching the scroll of paper out of his hands.
The blond proceeded to clutch his chest and make a scene.
Sometimes you wish you werenât such good friends with the man. At least then, heâd act civil.
Meanwhile, the Wanderer was watching all this from the front row seat; absolutely soaked with friendly-banter-that-he-misunderstood-as-lovey-dovey-affection. Your interaction with Kaveh spilled over into the splash zone of his seat in the archival building and he hated it.
In his mind, he came up with the conclusion that the heat in his heart is coming from a place of annoyance.
Why are you so loud at 7 in the fucking morning?
Why is the blond one also so loud at 7 in the fucking morning?
Why are you even entertaining guests this early in the morning? Didnât you refuse him any service when he came this early a few weeks ago?
Why is this guy any special?
Somewhere much deeper in his mind, he thought differently.
I thought you were only grumpy with me.
You said âfriendâ to him, right?
Why does that ease me slightly?
But you treat me like that too⌠Am I a âfriendâ as well?
Why does that hurt even more?
After that moment, his visits get less frequent. When he does visit, though, he keeps things brief and⌠polite?
You even tried to start up a banter; mentioning something you know (on a normal day) would get his veins popping and kick-start a back-and-forth and then some.
To no avail, he stayed silent and just looked mildly inconvenienced.
This confused you to Celestia and back and then to Celestia again and then back again.
Heâs honestly not too sure why he distanced himself from you in the first place.
But hindsight is 20/20 because after a much-needed self-evaluation session (by âselfâ I mean himself and Nahida) he knows itâs because he doesnât want a fourth addition to his list of major betrayals.
Not that heâll actually agree with that statement out loud. But inside, he gets it.
Of course, this understanding is between his own person. You, unfortunately, were completely out of the loop.
You thought you had somehow pissed him off beyond forgiveness or crossed some kind of line.
At one point, you thought that the banter was, in a very weird way, flirting.
But maybe you got it wrong. What if he never saw you as a friend at all, let alone someone he might like.
You decided that if a relationship(?) friendship(?) has to die, then itâs going out with a bang.
*(bang = mutual understanding on what went wrong and peacefully going back to being strangers).
So, you visited him one day. Out of work hours too (mmmm how bold).
The knock on his door broke the puppet out of his cluttered thoughts; thoughts of a certain archivist he misses. Grunting as he stood, he closed the book he pretended to read in favor of opening the door.
âWho is it?â
He opened the door just as the âintruderâ reached to knock on the door again. He doesnât know why you thought that knocking needed that much force but heâs certain itâs way too much.
Anger poked at him as he yelled, âThatâs going to bruise, idiot.â
It wonât.
âIâm sorry, okay?â
âYou should be! That hurts.â
It did not.
âNot about that! Iâm sorry for whatever happened between you and me to make you hate meâŚâ
The fuck?
âYou donât have to forgive me or anything. I get that you have some sort of past to make you that way and I probably overstepped somewhere but⌠I thought we were friends. I thought if you were to revert back to us being enemies again, at least youâd tell me whyâŚâ
The Fuck?
âIs it because you know I like you? If thatâs the case, youâre not fully wrong but I can just throw that away because I know youâre probably not looking for something like that and thatâs probably the bit where I overstepped and you know Iâm not even fully invested in it so really I can just stop!â
The FUCK?
So much for mutual understanding. With how things are going, itâs more of an individual understanding.
You got way too nervous and now things are spilling left and right and heâs not even saying anything?! Heâs just staring at you like you grew five heads, each wearing a big ol' hat. You took a breath to continue your long-winded mess of a rant when he clutched your shoulders.
âStop for a second, will you, motor-mouth.â
You clammed up right away, tears leaking out of your eyes.
âListen, Iâm not going to ever say this again but I like you too. Itâs shit and I hate feeling it because⌠because Iâve never felt before, okay? So, stop talking all that crap about throwing important things away, it's pissing me off.â
You fully started sobbing now. He panicked and pulled you in for a very awkward, very stiff, but very loving hug. Snot got on his robe and cape as you cried your emotions out on him.
He found he didnât quite mind. He could use less snot, sure, but he was glad you cared this much over him. He's never had anyone worry over him, let alone to the point of crying.
Soon, tears prickled his eyes but it's alright because relief found his heart.
By the way, he did say it again. He said it 1,000 times before your eventual marriage and 5,000 more times but with âloveâ as a substitute for âlikeâ.
What a liar.
a.n. My first ever request and Iâm so incredibly chill about it (lies I jumped and screamed slightly). Anyway, Iâm not sure what youâd like to see so I made this about how you came to be the wanderer's partner. Send in another one if you want something more specific (Iâll literally smile and break my cheek muscles if you do).
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Handle With Care
Summary: You've had a truly awful day, luckily, your adoring boyfriend Minho is there to make it better. 2.5k words
Warnings: there's sex, but honestly it feels like someone accidentally got porn in my fluff so do with that what you will. reader is as gender neutral as physically possible. reader is also lowkey a crybaby, sorry but actually I'm not
Notes: Hello adoring public. It turns out, I can write fanfiction, and with the encouragement of Juno and Ems, I can also post it! There is a cat in this, she was inspired by a cat my family used to have and a cat my family currently has. They're both calico which I think explains everything you need to know about them.
Thereâs a lot you can say about the day you had today, and most of them start with sh- and end in -itty. Youâre thinking on this as you dive head first onto the rough material of your couch, great for sitting, bad for face planting. You hear a scratching by your head and absentmindedly bat your cat away from the arm of the couch, mumbling something about how she has a perfectly good cat tree two feet away before resuming your completely justified sulking.
âOh, hello. I didnât hear you come home. How was your day?â Thereâs a voice above you and you can picture him in your mind's eye, leaning against the back of the couch as he stares at your limp form, probably eyeing the shoes you didnât take off by the door. You mumble something half hearted in response and he huffs before the sound of walking hits your ears and all the breath leaves your body at once. Heâs sitting on you. This motherfucker is sitting on you.
âGet off, Minhoâ You had to tilt your head to the side, itâs hard enough to breathe through couch fabric as is, much less when thereâs a full grown man sitting on your back.
âYou should answer people when they try to talk to you, jagiya.â
âYou shouldnât sit on people while theyâre laying down, yeobo.â Your voice is a lot more acidic than his was and a twinge of guilt settles on you before it dissipates as he shifts and manages to place more weight on your back.
âHmm. I guess weâre both doing things that we shouldnât then. How tragic.â His voice is deadpan, and you still canât see him from where your head is turned- your view is limited to the back of the couch and his arm in your periphery- but you can feel the dead stare heâs aiming at your skull. Thereâs a silence for a few moments while you engage in a war of attrition, neither of you willing to give up just yet, but itâs getting genuinely hard to breathe and your back is starting to hurt.
âIt sucked, please get off.â He does, patting your back consolingly.
âSee? Was that so hard?â He guides your head to his lap as you both sit back down, petting over your hair like he would his cats. âTell me, whatâs got my baby in such a tizzy?â
You grumble at him, rolling over to shove your face into his stomach, tired and petulant. He sighs softly, but keeps patting your head, so you know heâs mostly just doing it for show.
âThat kind of day, hmm, jagi?â And you nod again. Honestly, it wasnât much different from a normal day, itâs just that the right things managed to go very wrong and subsequently ruined your day in a way that has pressure forming behind your eyes and your voice cracking stupidly every time you try to talk.
You both sit for a while before he puts something on the TV and gently shoves your head off his lap.
âHey-â
âDo you want the dinner I worked so hard on to go cold?â He has his hands on his hips in front of you and you laugh slightly at how funny he looks. He rolls his eyes and goes, coming back with two bowls of something before he forcefully sits you up and shoves it in your hands.
âEat.â
âYes, chef.â
The food is delicious, it always is when Minho cooks it, heâs got a talent for it youâve never really seen firsthand, and you consider yourself truly blessed to be able to eat it as often as heâs able to make it for you. Still, gratefulness and taste aside, your day was shitty enough that every mouthful tastes like ash and turns to rot in your stomach, leaving you with an unsettling queasiness that shouldnât ever be attributed to your boyfriendâs cooking. Youâre shoving the contents around with a spoon before he huffs- a real one this time- and takes the bowl from you, setting it on the coffee table next to his own before he mutes the TV.
âOkay. Quite clearly something is wrong. What can I do to help you?â You think he knows, but you like that he asks anyway. Minho always asks, always lets you talk and sort out whateverâs going on before he tries to help. Even if your answer is a simple shake of the head, a simple, I donât feel like it, become a mind reader, he always asks before he helps. Sometimes you wonder how he always knows what you need, others you just decide to not look a gift horse in the mouth.
You huff and your lip wobbles pathetically and he coos, slightly condescending.
âCrying already? I havenât even done anything.â Heâs teasing, but his hands are gentle as he pulls you into his lap, his hands are gentle as they find their way under your shirt, his mouth is gentle as it kisses down the side of your face to your neck.
ââM sorry,â youâre not the biggest fan of crying, neither is he, but for different reasons. Heâs not someone whoâs brought to tears easily, you are, but thereâs an inherent shame in it, you think. Something so embarrassing about getting worked up enough to start crying like a baby, and so as much and as often as you feel like crying, you donât. This he also knows, because he knows everything.
âAish, why are you sorry for? I didnât tell you to apologize, did I?â He taps your cheek lightly, causing you to look up at him, he plants a kiss on your nose, then your mouth.
âSweet thing, donât worry about anything except for what I tell you to, okay?â And you nod and he smiles.
Youâre not much for talking in times like these, everything is so sensitive and soft and talking feels like a cheese grater on this cloudlike moment so you donât and he knows, so he doesnât chide you for it. Usually, he would. Heâd crack a hand down on your ass or grab a fistful of your hair and tell you that he asked you a question so he expects an answer, but thatâs not what you need right now, so he doesnât. He just kisses your jaw again before he puts both of his warm hands under your shirt and lets his fingers poke at your chest.
He always says his hands are small, but really, you wouldnât be able to tell, not with the way he cups your chest in his hand and lets his thumb brush over your nipple, gentle and reverent. Itâs not much, not as much as he usually gives you, but itâs enough to have your mouth dropping open with a gasp and your back arching into his hand, itâs enough to have him giggling softly at your reaction.
âSensitive today?â Heâs teasing again, as soft as he is right now, heâs still Minho, he still likes to poke fun. You huff, biting at his shoulder softly in retaliation and he lets you, pinching your nipple just this side of too much in retribution before one of his hands wanders down to your ass, groping and squishing the flesh. Your breath stutters in your chest as he pushes your hips forward onto his, friction sending sparks up your spine.
âMin-â Youâre desperate and he hasnât even done anything yet, not really. A few stray touches and you already feel yourself shattering to pieces in his grasp, youâre not afraid though, and not quite ashamed. Heâll take care of you, he always does.
He does it again, guides your hips forward until youâve gotten the hint to keep going by yourself and youâre struck with the urge to kiss him, so you do, removing your head from the home itâs made on his shoulder and making a go at his mouth. Itâs messy, your coordination shot already, and you almost smash your forehead into his nose before he catches your head with a laugh.
âEasy there. Bloody noses arenât exactly sexy.â You disagree, he could make anything sexy, but you donât have time to voice that thought as he pushes his mouth onto yours and lovingly shoves his tongue down your throat. The kiss is messy, they always are. However gentle he is, he can never seem to stop himself from kissing you until your face is covered in drool and spit, and if it were anyone else, youâd be mildly repulsed, but you like the way he looks at your mouth after itâs over, so you let it slide.Â
You pull away, chest burning and heaving and look at him before you still, eyes drawn to something by his head.
âBaby? Whatâs wrong?â You donât answer, gaze still drawn away from him.
âThereâs a little white girl staring at me.â He turns his head to the side and laughs as he comes face to face with your cat, her green eyes boring into him. He scratches her head affectionately and lets her headbutt him before your center of gravity is shifting drastically and youâre clinging onto him for dear life.
The bedroom door shuts before youâre very aware of it and suddenly thereâs a mattress under your back and a Minho over your front and his hands are up your shirt again, this time shoving it off of you until your chest is bare. You shiver slightly from the cold and then thereâs a blanket being shoved around your shoulders and you smile up at him. He knows you so well, he loves you so much and your eyes are welling with tears.
âAigoo, my little crybaby. Itâs just a blanket,â thereâs a kiss on each of your cheek bones, âsilly thing. Save your tears for when my cock is in you, hmm?â Your breath stutters again and your hands are tugging at his shirt until he takes it off, he laughs again when your hands immediately find his chest.
âIâm glad someone appreciates my hard work.â
âTheyâre nice boobs.â The sentence catches him off guard, makes him laugh hard enough that he loses his balance a little and his weight settles onto you more. Itâs comforting, like a weighted blanket that can talk and walk and kiss you silly.
Then, his hands are under your bottoms, tugging them off your legs and youâre suddenly wearing nothing and heâs still in his pants, which you find disgustingly unfair. You reach down and tug on the hem off his sweats, pouting and huffing until he gets the message and tugs those off too.
âYou just want to get me naked,â he starts. âI canât believe you just want me for my body.â You nod cheekily in response and he smacks your shoulder.
âYah! See if Iâm ever nice to you again!â But heâs kissing your neck again as his hands guide your legs to cross over his hips before heâs touching you in a way that steals the breath from your lungs and makes your head tip back into the pillows.
âThere we go. So pretty when youâre like this, hmm? So soft and sweet for me.â His fingers are in you now, pressing insistently against that spot that makes white splash in your vision and reflexively forces your legs shut. He grunts slightly as your thighs squeeze around his hips, pressure just this side of uncomfortable. He doesnât say anything though, just keeps his pace steady inside you until youâre almost tipping over and he stops. You look at him with something akin to betrayal, fresh tears springing to your eyes, but before you can open your mouth to complain heâs sliding home and you donât have enough air to say anything anyway.
He catches it though, rolls his eyes as he sees the way your attitude was about to flare up.
âWhat did I tell you earlier, jagiya? Donât worry about anything unless I tell you to worry about it. I always take care of you, donât I?â He does, heâs good to you like that. He sounds slightly out of breath already, unusual for him, but you donât mind because it feels like youâre seconds away from Godâs doorstep yourself.
His pace is slow and deep, bass knock steady even as you squirm under him. If this were a normal situation, heâd stop, hands gripping your hips unforgivingly until you stayed still, but this isnât a normal situation so he lets you wiggle, only huffing in mild irritation before he leans down to kiss you again.
âYouâre gonna knock us off the damn bed, baby.â But he doesnât make any move to stop you, and you feel too good to really process his words anyway. You love him, you really do, and youâre struck with the overwhelming urge to tell him, to let him know, to make him know. You grip his shoulders tightly, nails digging in until he hisses and levels you with a glare, one that instantly softens when he meets your eyes.
âI love you,â it comes out of you as a sob, like it was wrenched from your vocal chords before you gave yourself permission to think it. âI love you so much.â Youâre rambling now, repeating those three words over and over and Minho coos, hips faltering just slightly. He always goes weak when you tell him you love him, and you keep it in your back pocket like a weapon for the times that youâre in trouble.
âI love you, too, jagiya. âS that why youâre crying? Hmm? Love me so much itâs gotta spill out from your pretty eyes?â You nod in response, breath hitching from the pleasure and the tears and his hand drifts from its place on your hip to touch you again and youâre spilling liquid heat before you can really register whatâs happening. You feel him inside you, too, insides suddenly molten warm but youâre floating too high for it to feel like itâs happening to you, like youâve been temporarily ejected from your body.
When your soul settles back into your bones, Minho is laying next to you, staring at you with his wide eyes, you look over at him and smile.
âIs boba really worth it?â He looks confused at your question before you poke him on the eyelid and he laughs.
âFeel better?â You consider for a moment. Your teeth donât feel like theyâre too big for their sockets and your bones no longer feel itchy. Youâre hungry, but mostly, your mind is quiet. Thereâs no overwhelming pressure behind your eyes and when you talk your voice cracks from sleep instead of from the force of choking back tears.
âMuch. Iâm hungry, though.â You give your best impression of puppy eyes at him and watch as his eyes roll to the back of his skull. Youâve been told that your pleading face looks mildly perturbing, but Minho always says you remind him of Soonie when you do it. It makes you feel slightly bad for Soonie, soon the cat isnât going to be able to get anything off of Minho because youâll have rendered him immune.
He comes back with your reheated bowl in one hand and your cat in the other.
âShe screamed at me until I picked her up. Stood on my feet and hollered.â He winces slightly. âI shouldâve put on boxers because she almost mistook my dick for a toy.â
#bee blurbs#ft.lino#lee know smut#lee know x reader#lee know x you#skz smut#skz x reader#skz x you#lee minho x reader#the last time i wrote fanfiction and posted it it was very mid langst so lets hope this is better#this is saved in my google docs as âSorry to God and also Myselfâ btw
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Alastor x Reader: The Radio Demon Enjoys a Treat
Word Count: 2,321
You were sick of working for Valentino. He was an asshole, a terrible demon. He has you working non stop but at least you aren't his favorite toy like Angel. You didn't have it as rough as him, he had it bad, but you two formed a quick bond. The mutual hate and restraints Valentino had brought you closer. Angel was able to escape Vals grasp just a bit. He moved out to a hotel, called the Happy Hotel, he said. You envied him. How you wish to escape the clutches of that monster.
Angle cared for you deeply. You wanted to ask him if there was room for you in this hotel. If you could have the temporary escape he gets. You decided to meet up with him at Consent, a sex club.
âHey there sweet tits!â Said Angle walking up to you at the bar.
âAngle! Howâs being a dick sucking slave going for you?â You said laughing
âOh its great.. Vals got me doing gang bangs back to back. Fuck Im tired!!â Angle said, waving the bartender over for a drink.
âTwo twink cosmosâ
Next thing you know your 8 shots in and grinding on some random ass sinner. You forgot to talk to Angle about the hotel, to drunk to even remember what the night was about. Out of the corner of your eye you see Val. What the absolute fuck?! Canât I get away from this sex fiend pimp. You dance your way over to Angel nudging him and slyly pointing out towards Val.
âUgh.. I don't want to deal with this right now.. Letâs fucking go.â Angel says
You nod in agreement following his lead out, luckily you both sneak past without being seen.
âSee ya tomorrow Angel!â You say walking away waving you hand and stumbling into a pole.
âLook youre way too drunk to get home and I'm pretty drunk as well. The hotel is right around the corner. You can stay the night there! I mean Charlie would be happy to meet ya.â Angel says grabbing your hand.
âThanks Angel I owe ya one.â You say stumbling along his side.
He wasnât nearly as drunk as you but hey at least you were able to let go for a bit and enjoy yourself.
You both walked up to the hotel, and oh boy was it a bad stay. Extremely disheveled and musty. Angel opened the doors for you and you both walked in. Inside wasnât as bad as outside you guess but absolutely not what you were expecting when Angel talked about residing in a hotel.
A blonde girl in a red suit comes up to you grabbing your hand and shaking it profusely.
âHello! My name is Charlie, welcome to the Happy Hotel!â She gets all sentimental and teary all of a sudden. âAngel, I can't believe you brought someone here!â
She was loud, a lot to take in but hey it helped you sober the fuck up but obviously still head ache inducing.
âUhhhh Hello?â You said with confusion.
âOkay Okay let me show you around! Here we work on rehabilitation and bettering yourself. Let me Introduce you to everyone!!â Charlie said, overly excited.
âOkay sooo you already know Angel! So that introduction is off the list.. Hmm.. OH OH THIS THIS RIGHT HERE IS THE MOST BEAUTIFUL GIRL IN ALL OF HELL! VAGGIE! She is my girlfriend and here to helpâ The blonde demon said with pure excitement and love. She grabbed the hands of a girl with gray skin and hair that resembles moth wings.
âHi.. Uh yes Iâm Vaggie nice to meet you.â She says with an awkward smile.
Once Charlie stops looking and admiring Vaggie for a little longer she takes my hand dragging me over to what you can describe as a bar. It most certainly does not fit in with the color and decor of the place but you kept you mouth closed.
âThis is Husker he is the bartender! He comes off all grumbly and grumpy but I swear he has a soft spot!!â
Husk who appears to be a cat like creature with a theme of playing cards to him. He looks up from the glass he is pouring then looks back down grumbling to himself. Oh well guess grumbly was the perfect word to describe him.
âHelloâŚ?â You say hesitantly. He only gives you a look up again and a nod taking a swig of the glass of booze he just poured.
You look over and see a small little creature running with a knife stabbing bugs. You cant take your eyes off her as she takes the knife and impales a bug. Ew but at least keeping the place.. clean..?
âThat over there is Nifty. She is the maid and in charge of keeping the place tip top shape.â Charlie says smiling avoiding watching her stab a few more bugs.
âDo you know any bad boys? You're just a girl.â The short girl said, wide eyed in excitement.
âSadly yeah, work with a whole bunch of them but thats a topic for another time..â You say looking down trailing off your sentence.
Thankfully that stopped the conversation between you and her and she went back to stabbing bugs. Out of nowhere a black shadow witha green smile appears next to you forming into the shape of a demon. A handsome one at that. Tall and lanky in a striped red suit, a cane resembling a microphone right at his side.
âWell hello dear, I am Alastor the host of the hotel, an absolute pleasure to meet you!.â The demon says charmingly with a grin so wide it almost reaches his eyes, but his voice was off. It sounded like his voice was being broadcasted over a radio.
âOh, hello?â You say a bit nervously as this man just came out of nowhere.
He grabs your hand bending down giving it a soft kiss. Everyone stopped and looked mouth open and shocked.
âWhat the fuck freaky face?! You ainât never done that before.â Said Angel with a surprised look and then a laugh.
Charlie clasped her hands together and gave a long aweeee. You had no idea what was going on why everyone was acting so weird.
âHeh?â You say loudly looking confused and into Alastor glowing red eyes as you try to study what the schlock is about over him.
âWell I've never seen him be so⌠so gentle?â Charlie said still in awe with hearts in her eyes.
âCharlie my dear, I am simply just being a good host!â Alastor says keeping his smile wide and letting out a chuckle.
âSuuuureeeeeeâŚ!â Charlie says teasingly as if she could convince Alastor that she believed him.
âNow let me show our new guest around the hotel. Shall we?â He says in his static voice putting his arm out for you to hold onto.
You look at Angel and he gives you a wink and big grin. Looking at Alastors arm you grab it and begin to walk with him. Using his other hand holding his cane he starts to point out where everything is giving you a tour.
â..and hear darling we have my room!â Alastor says with a smirk.
You feel your face go a bit red. Why is he showing me HIS room?! You deal with horny men all day but this demon is getting you flustered. He opens the door letting you walk in first. There was a dark forest at the hall way point leading to who knows how far. Although it was beautiful. You stand here admiring it till you feel something behind you.
Alastor has his hand on your waist the other on your thigh. Slowly he slides his hand to your upper thigh, leaning into the crook of your neck.
âWell yes it's quite true I put everyone in awe over my affection, but I just simply couldn't stop myself. You are quite a cat my dear. Let me show you how a lady like you should be treated.â Alastor said with his radio voice but in a cooing tone.
Your face goes absolutely red. Shivers go up your spine all the way to the tip of your head. You could melt in his arms with how gently he is touching you. Shaking your head slowly you give a soft nod not even able to get out a word.
He glides his hand up your thigh to your crotch, he takes his hand and slowly starts rubbing it back and forth applying just enough pressure to have a decent amount of friction. The hand on your waist turns into him gliding his finger tips up your stomach making you do a soft gasp. He then reaches your chest and cups your breast. He slowly massages it in the same pace that his hand is going at. His face now buried in your neck kissing it softly. Then you feel a sharp pain letting out a small yelp. He lifts up his head slightly and whispers in your ear with a low radio tone.
âMy apologies dear, I couldnât help myself with how tender your skin is.â
He goes back to your neck licking it softly tending to the wound he left you. You didnt mind, it felt good and exciting. He moved his hand now to the rim of your pants.
âMay I show you a good time darling?â He says in a static coo well running his fingers around the rim of your pants playing with them.
You give a simple nod. How does he have you in his clutches so easily? He takes his hand and slips it in your pants.
âOh my, look how soaked youâve become.â
He takes his hand and begins to feel your pussy. Running his fingers around your lips then pressing a finger on your slit going up and down slowly well his thumb rubs your clit.
God damn what the hell. You could hardly think, just focusing on all the sensations Alastor is causing you to feel. Your body entranced by the places heâs touching.
âBed..?â Is all you managed to get out with a moan. You've been holding the moans in your throat as if they were trapped and couldnât escape but that wasnât because you werenât feeling good it was because you were feeling so good. He raises his head to your ear once again.
âAs you please my dear.â He says in a deep tone that broadcasted through your ears.
He removes his hands and swoops you off your feet. Holding you in his arms bridal style then setting you gently on his bed. You keep your eye on him, staring into his deep glowing stare.
âLetâs get these off of you shall we?â He says witch a chuckle.
Taking his finger he rips the seem of your pants making them fall off, now on to your panties. You look at him with lust as he returns the same look.
âNow be quite we dont want the other curious of the noise my sweet doe.â He says in his charming radio voice.
He gets on his knees and sets your legs on his shoulders. Alastor begins to kiss your inner thighs. Softly sucking on your skin then gliding his tongue up a bit to the next piece of flesh he is going to tend to. Unspoiled another sharp pain is felt. You knew what it was of course, but oh did it feel good. Between the bites, kisses, and licks he makes his wary up to your pussy. Extremely wet all ready for him to dine on. He wrapped his arms around your thighs digging his hands into them and leans his face in your aching wet crotch, not licking it just yet. He lets out a few heavy breaths causing you to shiver in delight, finally he takes a lick of your slit. His nose nuzzling your clit. He takes his tongue from the back of your pussy gliding it between your lips then finishing it off with a flick of his tongue on your clit. Quickly you took your hands covering your mouth choking back a moan you so desperately want to let out.
âOh dear.. it appears you may need some help staying silent.â
Next to you a black hole appears on the bed and a tentacle slithers its way out. Black and slick it wraps around your mouth muffling the sounds you cant help but let out.
âBack to business..â
He thrust his head back between your legs licking your increasingly wet slit. Moans attempt to leave your lips but they cant. Arching your back indicating your about to cum he pulls away just barely enough to where you can only feel the tip of his lips.
âNot yet dearâ He says smirking.
Damn that smile never leaving his face, that old times radio voice, he is driving you crazy.
Once he knows you wonât reach your peak just yet he wraps his lips around your clit. He starts sucking on it softly, nibbling on it unlike his hard bites, using his tongue sliding back and forth providing flicks. As he does so he slips two fingers inside of you. Dear god. Yes god, this is pure bliss. Alastor begins to pump his fingers in and out of you, now adding a curl to his fingers touching your sweet spot. He continues to pull them in and out. You arch your back and feel sweet realese. You cum on his fingers, him still sucking your clit and slowing down his pumps letting you ride out your orgasm. He pulls out his fingers and licks them clean.
âIm not usually one for sweets but this was a dessert I deeply enjoyed.â Alastor said standing back up looking over you taking in what he will now claim as his darling doe.
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