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[shewritesallnight]

Home Movies

Request for @sgchop

Request Summary: Inumaki returns home early from his latest mission and catches YN in the act. He decides to use his technique to lend a helping hand.

Rating: 18+, NSFW

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The sound of multiple people moaning was not something Inumaki expected to hear when he stepped inside his house.

As far as he could tell, there was YN and two additional muffled voices- another female and possibly a male.

He listened intently as he made his way down the hallway to the bedroom. The harmony of moans and a slight buzz filtered through the cracked door.

"Toge."

He almost froze at the sound of his name and stumbled to the doorway when he heard his own voice respond, "let me cum."

A rush of relief and embarrassment flooded his veins. Heat rose to his cheeks as Inumaki peered past the edge of the door to confirm his suspicions.

YN laid atop the bed in a thin tank top, her back propped up against pillows. She had one hand holding her phone, playing what he audibly recognized as a home movie they had previously made. 

Her other hand held a small vibrator against her satin covered core. She bit her lip watching the display, moving the head around in tight circles. 

Inumaki could just make out the growing dark patch on the fabric from his vantage point. He felt the blood rush to his groin at the sight.

"Toge!" The video called out his name again with her recorded climax.

The real YN cried out in frustration and dropped the phone to sheets. Not bothering to shut off the vibrator she tossed it aside and slumped into the pillows.

Her palms came up to rub at her eyes, "UHG! It's not the same."

The curse user almost announced his arrival- almost.

The recorded voices continued, dulled in the fabric. He was keenly aware that the pixelated version of her was enjoying her release whilst edging his past self.

He watched his writhing lover for a moment before he was struck with an idea. Surely, a bit of payback was in order.

Inumaki pulled out his phone and hit record.

Naturally, being more on the quiet side, Inumaki had become quite observant over the years; and when you are with someone long enough, you learn what makes them tick. Their hopes, dreams, their desires, and how they think. 

For example, he knew that she liked to use a vibrator when he was away because her fingers could never quite reach as far as his could. 

He also knew that if she was desperate enough, she would still try to replicate his touch.

She glanced down at the screen and groaned.

He saw the hesitation on her face when her hand reached out to pick up the vibe, Inumaki rushed out a quiet "stop."

YN froze then blinked down at the toy in her hand, as if having second thoughts. Her eyes glanced back to the video, with a huff, she shut the vibrator off and dropped it again.

It just wouldn’t do, having his beloved continue to suffer with him 'gone'. It was only right that he help her out.

“Clothes off."

She tugged at her top, exposing her breasts, then moved to shimmy her underwear off.

Inumaki zoomed in on his phone to see the sheen of her desire on the satin. His cock ached at the sight and he leaned his head silently against the door frame.

With one hand she picked the phone back up. Toge knew the recording displayed him on his knees, stroking his dick for her.

He wanted to even the playing field, even if it was an old video; and a night he thoroughly enjoyed. 

"Touch yourself."

YN danced her fingers across her chest to her perked nipples. He didn't even have to command her to pluck at the buds.

Her nails grazed the skin of her abdomen as they made their way down to the apex of her thighs. Where the feather light touches continued as teasing strokes.

With his free hand, Toge unbuttoned his pants to adjust his length, thumb stroking the tip.

"Rub your clit…slowly," he added as an afterthought.

The pads of her fingers made leisurely circles, her hips naturally rolling with the movement.

Inumaki audibly moaned at the sight and stiffened. But she was too lost in the sensations and cries from the video to notice the very real echo from the doorway.

He could tell the pace was not enough by the way her nose crinkled, letting out a soft whine.

“Insert two fingers.”

Her eyes rolled back when she felt the intrusion, head pressing back into the pillows. Her hips rocked, taking them as deep as she could. She couldn’t control the stuttered curse that fell from her lips.

Turning back to the video, she could see Toge entering her from behind, her stomach clenched at the view.

Her fingers rushed to match pace with each of his thrusts, lost in the memory of him filling her. 

Her breath hitched, legs twitching and closing around her wrist.

"Don’t."

She cried out when her fingers slipped out of her entrance.

"Fuck!!"

She threw her phone. It slid across the carpet before coming to a stop at the bottom edge of their dresser.

Her chest heaved with the loss of her release. She could still hear the vocalization of their counterparts coming down from their high.

Inumaki could see the irritation on her face as he whispered, "start again."

She wasted no time pressing three fingers in and almost sobbed with relief.

"Spread your legs."

Her legs fell open, giving the cursed speech user an unobstructed view of her walls clenching around the digits.

"Rub your clit."

Her free hand followed his instruction.

Seeing her unknowingly fall to his every whim had Toge gripping the base of his cock to hold off his own impending release.

"Slow down."

Her arm felt heavy, tired. 

"No, no, no!"

She was tiptoeing on the edge, just a little more, "pl-please, so close," she pleaded.

To who, she didn't know. 

She willed her hands to keep moving and Inumaki felt her desperation as she fought against the compulsion. 

His cock throbbed in his hand and he stepped forward.

"Look at me."

Watery eyes shot to the blurred figure at the door.

"T-tog-" Her voice died with his next command.

"Cum."

She threw her head back in a silent scream, back bowed off the bed. An explosion of colors dotted across her vision as she was shoved over the edge into oblivion.

Her hands clutched the duvet through the aftershocks, tears streaming down her face while she struggled to catch her breath, hips still shaking.

Inumaki could have came at the sight alone but he had other plans.

Blinking the spots from her vision, Toge came into clear view. Shirt off with his phone in one hand and his dick in the other.

"Let’s make another movie.”

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Inumaki's s/o who always frets over him when he over uses his cursed speech. They always carry an extra bottle of throat medicine and a handkerchief for moments like this.

Who rushes over to kneel in front of Toge, assessing the damage. Handkerchief already in their hand.

Who gently wipes at the blood dripping from his chin and down the column of his throat. Careful not to irritate anything further.

Who quickly sets aside the cloth to hold his face in their hands. Thumb wiping at the corner of his mouth to get the drop they missed.

Who presses a chaste kiss upon his lips as a pass of their inspection.

Who sometimes presses one, two, three more when the curse user refuses to release his grip on their sleeve.

Who helps him to stand and wordlessly passes him the bottle of throat medicine.

Just Inumaki's s/o taking care of him 💙

[shewritesallnight]

Ohhhhhhhhohohohohohohohoho!!!!!!

It's all coming together now!!!!

Time for a long over due rant and some theories. Volume 10 was juicy 🧃🧃🧃

Spoilers below! I'm SERIOUS do not read if you aren't caught up to volume 10. I don't want to ruin anything for you!

This madness got loooooooooooong 😭

First and foremost the time line is fucked. Good luck getting everything in order but hey, I've tried here.

Let's break it down to the basics. The way I see it, we have 3 main characters.

𖢺 Our resident skeleton boi ~ Sasaki

ຊ Our resident snake boi ~ Rei, who I will refer to as Rei (present day Slayer); and Adult Rei (past adult life)

℘ Owner 🖤

For today we are gonna focus on Sasaki and Owner with a dash of Rei

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From what I can tell, there have been 4 versions of Sasaki (that we know of)

𖢺 Oldest version: Singing Bone ~ we know this is the oldest version since Owner tells us that this is the first time they met.

𖢺 Super Old Sasaki: from volumes 7 & 9 ~ this version is the Sasaki with Adult Rei who reveals himself as a skeletal monster. Adult Rei blows him on the spot you KNOW what panel I'm talking about!

𖢺 Adult Sasaki: from volume 8 ~ this is the incarnation who was arrested for political writings and whose will-o-the-whisp moved on. He even stated himself that it was in his previous life that he was a novelist (obviously he is aware of his own reincarnations (at some point in each life))

𖢺 Then there is Sasaki ~ our present day kiddo.

What we know so far about Sasaki & Rei:

~ Sasaki & Rei have been reincarnated multiple times (tho so far we've only seen 2 reincarnations of Rei)

~ They have a history as far as their lives shown in volumes 7 & 9 (possibly more)

𖢺 Sasaki our sweet walking bag of bones does die (tho it's not clear how long each of his lives are) and then is reborn. Presumably due to Owner burying him each time.

ຊ Rei comes from a cursed family line that there are so many curses now that they must continue the family line in order to prevent the curses/malice from taking over.

ຊ In order to become an "adult" and gain control of the malice the males in the family have to eat their fathers.

What we know about Owner:

℘ They are a "trueborn monster" per the mermaid huntsman in volume 6

℘ They have no true form as mentioned by Owner multiple times thru out the series and most recently reiterated in volume 10: "long ago I was merely darkness" and that they had no face or body.

℘ But now they can manipulate their form/body (tho there is nothing under the skin) yet they can't age. We see this in volume 5 where the fox spirit stole Owner's adult body after a bet and Owner never appears as an adult.

℘ They are immortal (it seems) based off of Owner's own words in volume 7 that they "have all the time in the world"

Now the reoccuring theme of Saskai's existence is revolved around "people feeling complete by filling the void that is him". (Which I find interesting since Owner has no true form... little bit more on this at the end)

Super Old Sasaki was a student wanting to become a writer and was working on a manuscript so he frequented the Inn to focus on his writing.

Now in volume 10, when Owner employs Sasaki he starts by having him clean his old room (which has to be 100s of years old by now) I THINK Owner was hoping to maybe jog his memory and get some sort of reaction from him.

Also in volume 10, Owner tells Sasaki that he went looking for SO Sasaki/Adult Sasaki and that "No matter what form he takes I will always be there to greet him. After all, I want to keep playing together."

In a previous post I mentioned that I believe that Owner thought of Rei in a parental way and that I was unsure his thoughts on Sasaki.

My feeling now is more that Owner is in love with Sasaki's soul. Hence why they reject anyone who confesses their love to them. But they keep coming back to Sasaki during each of his lives.

Owner is also very cautious about all the Sasakis. They always come to his aid, so much so that present day Sasaki states that he's not worried about being cursed because he knows that Owner will help him.

For Rei, I'm still getting parental vibes from Owner. I also think that the only reason Owner stepped in to assist (or whatever he is doing) with Rei's family is ultimately for Sasaki. It seems that they are connected and perhaps Owner is trying to set up the breaking of the curse to free Sasaki's entanglement with it so that they can be together.

If we wanna get weird, would Owner take over Sasaki's body?? They would truly be together then- Sasaki would be "filled" and Owner would have a true body.

All in all, I absolutely love this series. The artwork BLOWS MY MIND EVERYTIME!!!! I wish we could see it animated 😩 and I'm excited to see where Matsuri takes it.

TELL US OWNER'S SECRETS!!!! 🖤

[shewritesallnight]

MY WIP LIST JUST KEEPS GETTING LONGER 😭😭

Alright here's what I've got in the works. This is less for you and more for me. Maybe seeing everything listed out will shame me into finishing something 😩

Part 2 of Cell Block Tango -- 70% complete

Sukuna night club fic -- 90% complete

Chuuya headquarters fic -- 80% complete

Beast!Dazai fic -- 80% complete

College!Iwaizumi fic -- 40% compete

Rei (PTOTN) breakup fic -- completed 10/31

Toxic!Oikawa fic -- 25% complete

👷‍♀️ outlined fics still under construction 🏗

🚧 BSD

Dazai past mini series

Chuuya gloves fic

Dazai couch fic -- 99% complete

Dazai lunches fic

Fyodor music lessons fic

🚧 JJK

Trapped Gojo mini series

Jealous Gojo fic

🚧 HQ

Oikawa true love mini series

Tobio gold digger fic

Meeting the boys One Chance origins

🚧 PTOTN

Owner and fox demon fic

Owner reincarnations fic

🚧 TWST

Azul bringing MC home fic

Azul in PE class fic

I also have a random Balanced Unlimited fic floating around 💀💵

[shewritesallnight]

Picking a title for a fic is stupid af. One moment you could have the most thought provocting title ever crafted and the next you're over here blue screening behind the eyes and spewing hot garbage 🔥

[shewritesallnight]

Here we go again... time for another Phantom Tales of the Night rant dump

⚠️ Warning for major spoilers up to Volume 11

From my previous notes on Vol 10 plus what we learned in Vol 11 there seems to be 5 incarnations of Sasaki that have been highlighted in the story.

Starting from the oldest incarnation...

Singing Bone: ~ we know this is the oldest version since Owner tells us that this is the first time they met.

Lover Sasaki: from volume 11 ~ was somewhat living with Owner and Owner stated that they loved him.

***Super Old Sasaki: from volumes 7 & 9 ~ this version is the Sasaki with Super Old Rei who reveals himself as a skeletal monster. This is the version that is the Author --- this is also the version that Yoshitaka Kudou sees and that Kaibara is researching.

Adult Sasaki: from volume 8 ~ this is the incarnation who was arrested for political writings and whose will-o-the-whisp moved on.

Current Sasaki ~ our present day kiddo.

For Saejima Rei, he does not show up until the Super Old Sasaki timeline. I believe this is where their souls or fates became intertwined. This is probably the only reason that Owner became involved with trying to 'change' the Saejima curse.

We see 2 Saejima Rei incarnations:

Super Old Saejima Rei/Mandarin Orange Rei ~ where their paths seem to first cross (I'm thinking more of Current Rei's grandfather or great grandfather) because Kaibara found the *old* writings of SO Sasaki.

Current Rei ~ teacher and newest incarnation of Rei, brother to Rin and cousin is Tousei, grew up with Yoshitaka Kudou.

With the info from Vol 11 it's not too far fetched to say that Owner feels that SO Saejima "stole" Sasaki from them. I was getting the impression that Sasaki cared for and maybe even loved Rei in that timeline. Perhaps Rei loved him back as he kept his skull with him.

So the one thing Owner wants (family/love?) is taken from them. When Owner kicked out Kaibara, they stated that they "did try to make a home once but couldn't do it."

SO/MO Rei tells Owner that "Only by speaking to others can we end this cycle."

By setting it up for Rei to cross paths with Current Sasaki, Kaibara, and Kudou again... (ppl who understand his family's curse) He is setting up the opportunity to "speak to others" and end the grudge/curse cycle.

The same goes for Sasaki, SO Sasaki wanted a true friend someone he could speak to freely without hiding the knowledge of his body. (Or so he thought...)

This branch goes back to Kudou's conversation with Owner at the waterfall. Owner states that Kudou loves Rei and then asks "what will you do with this knowledge.... if I say he is not happy... are you going to try and make him happy?"

To which Kudou responds, "That's not what it means to wish for a person's happiness. It's to hope for that person to be happy even when you're not there."

The showdown in Vol 11 is centered around Rei. Kudou wants to save him. Tousei wants to consume him. Sasaki relates to him.

Owner thought there was a connection building between them when Sasaki asked what he wanted to fill himself with so long ago. They reach out to him only to be left behind when Sasaki says it isn't about him right now.

Then again at the end of the volume Sasaki asks Owner to tell him what he's been searching for 'up until this life'. It looks like Owner is about to tell him when they are interrupted by Kudou and Rei 😩

Reviewing older volumes, I think Owner is sticking with the reincarnations of Sasaki to figure out what/where his "core" or soul is. It seems that he is hoping for the version that loved him back to return, based off my interpretation of Owner's convo with the Bone Monk in Vol 8.

That ultimately Owner is trying to rebuild their family/home with Sasaki as it once was.

[shewritesallnight]

Okay I feel like I've talked about this before but I just watched the JJK 0 movie so I'm gonna talk about it again...

How TF did I not know that Dazai and Gojo have the same english voice actor?!?!

Look I normally watch JJK in sub and BSD in dub. Don't ask why that's just the way it happened.

Anyways, so I recently watched JJK in dub and found out this little treasured piece of info. Well tonight I rewatched JJK 0 in dub and its an absolute mind fuck to have Dazai Gojo listening to Yuta's suicide attempts and going "No don't do it, there's more to live for"

Excuse me sir, who are you??? This voice and those words do not compute.

[shewritesallnight]

If anyone is interested, here is my current list of WIP (in no particular order) ❥•⁀➷ ‿➹

℘ Dazai & Reader & Fyodor (2 parter)

℘ Beast!Dazai x Reader (one shot)

℘ Chuuya x Reader (one shot)

℘ College!Iwaizumi x Reader (multi chapter)

℘ Gojo x Reader (multi chapter)

℘ Seijoh 4 & Reader (One Chance Universe - How they met (undecided))

℘ Oikawa & Reader & Suga (multi chapter)

℘ Dazai x Reader (one shot)

℘ Dazai & Reader & Chuuya (multi chapter)

℘ Owner x Reader (undecided)

[shewritesallnight]

Crime & Punishment

Inumaki has always been a prankster but what happens when it’s time for him to take the punishment for his crimes…

Rating: 18+, NSFW

Listen we’ve been through this before with TWST. It’s Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Technical College. We go with college ages here. No minors. K thnx. Bye.

Inumaki's headboard keeps digging into her shoulder blade, but she can't be bothered to move. She couldn’t, even if she wanted to, not with the cursed speech user's body caging her in. 

They've been at this for a while, YN drinking from his lips as she pleases; taking her time to pull the sorcerer apart by the seams.

One hand forcefully grips the back of his neck, the other fists his cock while he straddles her lap. Her tongue tangles with Toge's, swallowing his wanton sounds as his hips rut against her. 

His shirt has long since been discarded, along with hers. His hands caress her breasts through the lace of her bra. Wanting and waiting for permission to remove the article of clothing.

Inumaki's forehead touches hers, their breaths mingling, as he comes up for air.

"You were so mean earlier," she huffs, giving a rough stroke to his cock.

He leans forward whining into her mouth. 

"...pranking me in front of the first years like that." She turns her head to the side, pulling her lips from his.

Toge mutters a soft "okaka" against her cheek, shaking his head.

"What do you mean, no?" She clicks her tongue at him and flicks her wrist.

He cries out, hands pawing at her chest again, wanting to feel the warmth of her skin. If he had known his punishment would be this tortuous, he wouldn't have set up that little water balloon trap for her. 

At least, in the haze of desire he feels, he thinks he wouldn't have.

He doesn't know how long she’s been toying with him, bringing him to the cusp of ecstasy only to rip it from him at the last possible moment. Over and over again.

"If you want something, you'll have to tell me what it is."

The statement makes Toge's stomach churn because she knows. She knows he can't say it. He can't say anything. 

She's the one being mean and it only makes him want her more.

His mouth touches everything it can, kissing, licking, sucking, nipping-- anything to prevent the forbidden words from slipping out; the pleas, the begging, the demands, the curse.

Despite the everyday dangers of being a curse user, Inumaki swears YN will be the death of him.

He lets out a strangled moan at her temple as her thumbnail grazes over his slit. An almost inaudible "please," manages to escape.

"Oh my, does my pretty boy want to cum?" 

Toge drops his head and whimpers against the column of her throat. His cock twitching at her words.

"Don't hide," she tugs the hair at his nape. "I love to hear those pretty sounds of yours."

She brings his lips back to hers for a kiss and quickens the pace of her hand.

"But. I. Don't. Know. If. You. Deserve. It." She emphasizes each word with a steady stroke. Up. Down. Up. Down. Up. Down.

He's sorry. He really is.

Just please, please let him cum, he wants to scream.

"Let me hear you, baby."

He bucks into her hand, ready to burst. He swears he really will die.

"Pl-please," he chances again, his voice raw and cracking with desperation.

She grins, pleased. 

"Then cum," YN captures his mouth with hers once more.

And, as if she's the one with the cursed speech, Toge's world implodes. 

His entire body shudders as he falls to her command. He's gasping for air, crying against her lips while she milks him of everything. 

As she releases his cock, he leans his forehead back against hers, panting and basking in the sudden weightlessness he feels.

When she finally removes the thin barrier of lace, tossing it away, she tells him to lick her clean. He glances down at his cum spread across her chest and thinks that maybe his punishment wasn't all that bad.

Groaning against the softness of her chest, he can only imagine what her reaction will be next time. The thought makes his cock twitch against her, mind whirling with possible ideas, as his mouth finds her nipple.

[shewritesallnight]

In Return [BSD]

When Dazai gets the message to meet Chuuya in an alleyway for a package delivery, the last thing he expects is to meet a new woman.

Rating: E, mentions of suicide (because it’s Dazai, come on)

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The first time Dazai meets YN Oleander, of course, he asks her to commit double suicide with him. A beautiful woman with the namesake of an equally beautiful but deadly flower. How could he resist?

Like most women he asks, her immediate reaction is one of shock. But unlike the other women who laugh, or scream, or pity him; she responds with a curious, "What do I get in return?"

For once Dazai is speechless.

Chuuya scoffs and pushes her forward saying she's Dazai's problem now. She doesn't hesitate to bite back with a quick, "Watch it, Lil Red." 

While his ex-partner is making idle death threats, Dazai finds himself in awe of the woman.

The second time Dazai asks her to commit double suicide is the very next day. 

The President announces that she will be joining the ADA permanently. In typical hyper Dazai fashion, he drapes himself across her shoulders claiming its fate that they met. So, he asks her again, this time prepared to answer her question, having waxed a poetic response. 

"To experience the true beauty of ending your life in a lover's suicide; what could be more romantic than that?" 

Her eyes search his and unsatisfied with what she finds, she shakes her head. "You'll have to do better than that, if you want me to agree."

And Dazai takes it as a challenge.

Sometimes his answers are childish, "Because I want you to." 

Sometimes they seem like poetic riddles, "How can one truly know they are living, unless they experience death?"

And sometimes... sometimes Dazai can't help but to brush against the truth. To let her graze the edges of his loneliness.

The first time he gives her one of those answers, it's the 7th time he's asked her. She watches him thoughtfully for a few moments before responding.

"What a waste it would be; in such a hurry to die, that you never truly live." 

With her words, it feels like all the air has been forced from his lungs. He knows he’s slipped up and revealed too much. Knows that she’s caught a fleeting glance at the emptiness he feels inside. 

Her eyes have a calculating glint and Dazai feels his chest start to tighten. His mind races with all the possibilities of what she can do with that information. But all she does is reach out and gently caress his cheek and Dazai finds that he can breathe again.

After that, those words seem to be her go-to response whenever Dazai gives what he likes to think of as his Icarus answers. Answers that fly a little too close to the sun of his inner truth. 

The 93rd time he asks her is in her apartment. He's drowning in the memories of his past, unaware of where his feet are carrying him until he comes face to face with her at the door.

She’s obviously surprised at the late hour but let's him in all the same. Dazai is running on autopilot at this point and allows her to guide him to her couch, head on her lap. 

Her fingers comb through his hair and scratch lightly at his scalp. It's soothing enough for Dazai to feel the tension in his body begin to ease out and he just starts talking. Talking about his past, his current worries, random things that are flitting across his mind. It's all disjointed and doesn't really make sense except to Dazai, but she just quietly listens.

When he's burned through the worst of it and finally realizes where he is and what he's doing, Dazai shoots up out of her lap. Clearing his throat, he asks her the usual question, albeit, in a more timid voice than normal.

She just smiles at him sleepily and ignores the question to say, "You're welcome back any time, Osamu."

And he feels his chest tighten for a completely different reason.

By the 156th time they have their suicidal exchange, Dazai feels strangely calm around her. He finds himself at her apartment more often than not, though there's still a few moments where Dazai wonders if he's finally revealed too much. 

Those moments always end with her hands on him, caressing his face, brushing his hair back, toying with the bandages around his wrist, or running her fingers across his scalp. And Dazai finds that he doesn't mind the thought of telling her a bit more. Because it just seems... right.

His answers around the rest of the ADA generally still have Kunikida bellowing about teaching him some manners. In those moments, she always laughs and sends Dazai a wave as he's dragged away.

It's somewhere around the 248th time they have this conversation that Dazai is once again rendered breathless.

The two of them are in the main office of the ADA with only Kunikida and Atsushi for company.

He's ready to throw out a silly response in front of their audience. But she must sense it because she smiles calmly at him; arm resting on the desk, propping her chin up as if in wait.

"My darling, beautiful, Oleander, you are the most perfect woman. Please, will you do me the honor of joining me in a lover's suicide?"

He kisses the inside of her wrist of her free hand but his mind blanks when she replies, "Yes."

His hand grips hers as Kunikida's notebook drops to the floor and Atsushi spits out all the tea he was drinking. 

"However, I have one condition..." she says ignoring the others and holding a finger up in the air.

"We have to wait until 80 years from today."

It’s the number that snaps Dazai back to the conversation and he sputters, "80 years?! That's so far away!"

"If you want me to die for you Dazai, then you need to live for me."

His grip on her hand tightens as if he's afraid she'll float away. Dazai studies her expression. Was she really offering what he thought? Live for her. And die together. 

To finally have what he's been searching for all these years, only to be told he had to wait another 80 and the implication it held. Was it worth it? Was she worth it?  

He thought back through all the other moments he's spent with her and had his answer in an instant.

Letting out a breath he didn't know he was holding, he says, "It seems that I finally have something I need to live for."

She smiles, eyes bright at the promise, and reaches out to caress his cheek. "I'm looking forward to the next 80 years."

And Dazai groans and curses himself because he really will have to thank Chuuya for finding him a beautiful woman to commit suicide with...

Well, maybe he'll just wait till the end of the 80 years to do that.

[shewritesallnight]

Special Chapter [HQ!]

YN makes a disturbing discovery on her way to see Atsumu for lunch.

Just a little drabble that popped in my brain with the new special. Maybe I'll expand on it in the future?? 🤷‍♀️

Rating: E

A/N: The way the special chapter is set up by showing the date Aug 14th and then showing the boys (made it seem like all the boys meet day of) is playing with my brain. So in this scenario let's just say they meet on Aug 12th (which is a Friday). I mean, you gotta let the players have at least one or two practice matches in to get used to each other.

The morning was filled mostly with legal work. Papers to sign and protocols to discuss. Players still trickling in from all over the world. It was announced that everyone would be present by the afternoon and practices would start after lunch.

Sick of listening to the boring legality talks, YN made her way down to the player's common area. She had plans to see if Atsumu was ready for lunch or if he was going to stay back to start practice sets.

Instead, she freezes in the doorway of the common area, disturbed at what she finds.

There, towards the back of the room stood Tsumu and Oikawa Toru. From what she gathered, they were sizing each other up and throwing insults for a while. 

They were acting a little too similar for her tastes. It reminded her of two peacocks, the way they were puffing out their chests and bickering. She could almost see them fanning out their tail feathers.

Shaking the image from her mind, "I really do have a type, don't I?" She whispers to herself.

"Yeah, you do." A hand clamps down on her shoulder and she jumps. Turning around she smacks the intruder on the chest.

"Oh my god, Hajime! You almost gave me a heart attack."

He snorts and turns his attention to the two setters.

"They better not cause a scene."

"Who better to reel them in than you, Mr. Athletic Trainer?" 

Iwa laughs, "something tells me you wouldn't have much of an issue either."

She waves him off, "let me go say hi. I was gonna hit up Samu's stand. You want your usual?"

"Yeah, if you don't mind."

"Of course not, Haj."

She walks over to Atsumu and Oikawa. "Tsumu, what do you want from Samu's today?"

"Babe!" He turns his attention towards her. 

"YN-chan?" Oikawa’s eyes widen in surprise.

"Hey 'Kawa."

"It's good to see you. You look great!" He comes forward, arms open.

She grins and falls into the hug. "Welcome back, Toru."

"Baby, how do you know him?"

Stepping back, she gives Atsumu's bicep a quick pat. "We dated in high school." 

"You dated this scrub?!" Atsumu whips back towards Oikawa. 

"Yes, now what do you want from Samu's?"

Atsumu stares her down for a moment, arms crossed before he huffs out, "tuna."

She rolls her eyes but leans up to give him a quick peck on the lips. 

Turning back to Oikawa she asks, "would you like some onigiri for lunch. I can promise it'll be the best you've ever had. You still like umeboshi, right?"

"How can I turn down such a treat from a cutie." 

The comment starts off another round of insults between the two.

"You are both hopeless," she mutters under her breath. 

Glancing off to the side she catches Kiyoomi's eye. She can just make out the steadily growing dark cloud hovering over him; already annoyed with the loud bickering.  "Omi, would you mind joining me for lunch?" She calls out and takes a step toward him. 

She’s stopped when Atsumu and Oikawa pause their squabbling to grab her hands, looking like lost puppies. 

"Babe, you don't need Omi-Omi. Lemme come with you!"

"I'll join you, YN-chan. Let's catch up!"

The two setters glare at each other.  

"She's MY girlfriend." 

"I've known her LONGER." 

"Sorry boys," she gives their hands a sympathetic squeeze before pulling out of their grip. "But it looks like you'll be busy until I get back." 

She tries hard, she swears she does, to keep the grin from spreading across her face. 

"Wha-" 

They're both cut off when Hajime comes up between the two. She can practically feel how hard his hands come around to clamp on their arms from the way they wince and stiffen in his grip. 

"Don't worry, YN. They will be nice and busy until you get back. In fact, you should take your time." 

She tries to hold back a giggle when Atsumu mouths the words 'help me', instead she shoots Hajime a wink. 

"See you boys in a bit. Omi?" She turns back to the outside hitter. "Lunch?" 

Reaching him, she's amused by the grimace on his face, "How could you date not one but two of them?" 

"Guess I'm just lucky like that." Delighted at the arm offered to her, she weaves her arm with his.  

They ignore the cries of the two setters and she sends them a wave over her shoulder as they exit.  

"I always wondered what blackmail Miya had to force you to go out with him. Now I know you just have bad taste."

"KIYOOMI!" 

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Inky Mess [Twst]

Azul’s worst fears come to light when he finds something valuable has been stolen from him. When he discovers what has happened to it; Azul can’t help but lose control in the most sinful of ways.

Rating: 18+, NSFW

It's no surprise that Azul has a collection of various inks. Cephalopod ink is quite useful in potion making and cecaelia ink even more so due to the rarity and potency of such an ingredient. What is surprising was the fact that a bottle of his ink was missing.

Azul was so caught off guard that someone had the audacity to steal from him; that it took the Dorm Head a few moments to even register that it was the shell shaped bottle of his personal ink that was missing.

He stared into the open cabinet, a void in the dust exposing the missing bottle. Running a gloved finger over the void, he inspected the digit. It was mostly clean. It could not have been more than a day since the bottle was taken.

There was a list of suspects, of course. Mainly clients who didn’t like his contract terms. Scratch that- there was a looong list of suspects.

So lost in thought, Azul failed to hear the creak of the door to his work room open up. It was the soft thud of someone backing into the door frame and the small “eep” after it that had finally drawn his attention.

Azul turned towards the intruder.

“Ah, MC.”

“Azul,” they spoke at the same time.

MC looked flustered, her hands behind her back.

“What are you doing down here?” she asked.

Azul sighed, “I was needing to make a potion for a client, but I’ve discovered that someone has stolen a bottle of my ink.” Running a hand though his hair, the octo-mer continued; “It’s quite valuable, you know. I suppose I will have to use the unique magic of some of my contracts to track down the culprit and retrieve it.”

Uncharacteristically silent, MC nibbled on her bottom lip, a nervous habit of hers, he noted. A moment of clarity struck Azul, though he did not like its implications. “MC, what are you doing down here?”

MC sighed, pressing the door closed behind her, she stepped forward. “I didn’t want you to find out this way.”

Pulling her hands from behind her back, MC set an empty shell shaped bottle on the worktable between them.

Azul’s mind was whirling with questions and possibilities. Why had she taken his ink? Why didn’t she ask? How did she even know which bottle was his? What did she do with it?

He had to think logically here, this was the Prefect of the Ramshackle Dorm, his lover, his friend. Though... she had made recent improvements to the Ramshackle Dorm. And her furry little companion had been bragging about several new cans of tuna lately. Azul took a good look at MC. She was wearing an unfamiliar blouse; it was loose and flowy. It looked new. He thought back to how she had been unavailable yesterday, saying she had things she needed to take care of.

His mind came to a single conclusion: she had taken his ink and sold it for the money.

Was this why she had never signed his contract at the beginning of their relationship? Refusing to contractually be his, to never betray him. She had insisted on it being a relationship of mutual trust and honesty. That she would be there for him and was with him because she truly loved him. Was it all a farce? How foolish he had been to believe her words.

He suddenly felt cold, the betrayal leaving a harsh sting in his chest.

Azul cleared his throat, adjusting his glasses, he took on a stance that MC had only ever seen him take with clients that had broken their contracts.

“Azul, I don’t know what you are thinking but it’s not what it looks like.”

“Oh? It isn’t? So you did not steal my ink for your own purpose?”

MC at least had the sense to look ashamed, “Well, when you word it that way-“

Azul scoffed.

With a determined look in her eye, MC continued, “Look I was talking to the tweels and they suggested using your ink because it would have more meaning.”

“More meaning?” Azul looked affronted, “Jade and Floyd helped you?”

“Well yeah, no one knows you better than them.”

So this was it, the pieces were coming together. The twins had always said they would leave when they grew tired of him and it looked as if they were taking MC with them. He was just a dumb, useless octopus after all.

She came around the table to the octo-mer. Azul brushed her hand away when she reached out to him.

He let out a sarcastic laugh, “So this is how it ends? Betrayed by the three of you. All for what? So you could get your hands on some money?”

MC looked confused, “Money? What are you talking about?”

Azul clutched his head, trembling in front of her. She hadn’t seen him act like this since…

“Whoa whoa whoa, Azul stop. You are going to over blot again!” She reached for him again, but Azul shook her off.

“Azul look at me, you don’t understand”

“I understand enough.”

“Azu-“

“NO!”

Azul's head hung low, tears flowing from his eyes, dripping on the floor below.

MC let out a frustrated sigh, she knew he wasn’t going to listen to her when he was like this. She needed to get his attention. She needed him to understand.

There was a rustling of clothing and suddenly MC’s shirt appeared in Azul’s view in a heap on the floor. Releasing his head, he looked up at her. MC was busy with her arms behind her back trying to release the clasp of her bra. When she had it unhooked, the bra met her shirt on the floor.

Azul’s eyes widened. “What are you doing?”

Catching his gaze, MC ignored the growing heat in her cheeks.

“Look at me, Azul.”

It wasn’t the first time Azul had seen her topless, but it was not something he was expecting after catching her stealing from him. Unable to help himself, his eyes dropped to her chest and he was surprised to see a black mark curling underneath the swell of her left breast. The tears in his eyes making him unable to clearly make out what he was seeing.

“What is tha-“ he trailed off as MC turned around. She pulled her hair to the side, exposing her back to him.

Splayed out beneath her shoulder blade was an intricate and unmistakable octopus tattoo. The tentacles twisting and curling around her mid-back. He now recognized that the black mark on her front was a stray tentacle that ran along a rib to her front.

“I know it’s hard for you to trust others after what you went through growing up. But you have been doing so well, stepping out of your comfort zone, and trusting me. I know it’s always bothered you that I wouldn’t sign your relationship contract. So I wanted to do something special to show you that even though I wouldn’t sign, that I’m still serious about my commitment to you.”

Azul sucked in a shuttering breath; his eyes glued to the intricate line work. “I don’t understand…”

MC let go of her hair and turned around to face Azul.

“I told Jade and Floyd about my idea and they suggested using your ink.”

“What?” His eyes met hers.

“They told me where to find it and said you rarely used your own ink. That you wouldn’t notice the bottle was missing until I could surprise you. This is where your ink went,” she motioned to the tentacle cupping her breast. “Something a little more permanent than signing my name on a piece of paper.”

She reached out and wiped the tears from his face. “I’m sorry for being so secretive. I wanted to wait until it was fully healed to show you.”

Fresh tears fell from his eyes, “You did this for me?”

“Of course, you silly octopus. I love you.”

Wrapping her arms around his neck, she pulled Azul down to press her lips against his. What started off slow and sweet quickly turned rough and demanding as Azul gripped her hips; desperate to bask in her warmth and push away his dark thoughts.

MC let out a low moan when Azul trailed his kisses along her jaw and down her throat.

After a sharp bite to her shoulder, Azul spun her around and pressed MC down to the worktable. The movement caused the glass bottle to topple over, thankfully not shattering.

With one hand still gripping her hip, Azul used his other hand to press down between her shoulder blades, keeping her torso against the tabletop.

“Azul…ah!” She called out his name in surprise but tapered off when she felt the hardness of his cock pressed against the back of her thighs.

Azul leaned forward, his lips ghosting against her ear. “If you wanted to have my mark on you, you should have just said so.”

MC yelped as Azul released her hip only to pull down her shorts and underwear in a single motion; the rest of her clothes joining the growing pile on the floor. Having her fully exposed to him, Azul gave a swift smack to her ass causing MC to moan.

Jumping slightly, MC gripped the edge of the table when she felt a gloved finger trail down her slit. She couldn't stop the groan that escaped when the digit is pressed into her. It wasn’t long before a second and even third finger joined, steadily pumping in and out of her.

While she struggled to push back against him craving more; Azul was lost in the design on her back. The dark splotches on the cephalopod so similar to his own, surprisingly beautiful.

Was this the way she saw him? The thought alone left him aching for her.

She whined when Azul removed his fingers but tensed in anticipation when she heard the rustling of clothing and the familiar sound of a zipper.

The cecaelia pressed the head of his cock to her entrance and with one sharp thrust was fully seated in her. MC cried out, her body jostled by the action but Azul left her no time to adjust. His thrusts were rough and demanding, his right hand gripping her hip, the leather digging into her skin.

His left hand hovered over the delicate lines of ink. He wanted- no, he needed to touch it. Grabbing the leather between his teeth Azul ripped the glove from his hand and discarded it on the floor. His hand immediately pressing against the ridges of fresh line work.

MC cried out at the sensation. Her skin still tender, her back arched lifting her chest off the table and effectively pressing herself harder against Azul’s hand. Taking advantage of her position, Azul’s right hand snaked its way up her body and around her neck to grip her throat, keeping her in place.

The pain blurred into pleasure and moans continued to pour from her mouth as he traced the lines of ink. His ink.

When his fingers finally followed the last tentacle to her breast Azul felt her shiver and clamp down around his cock. Grinning, he tightened his grip on her throat and cupped her breast, his fingers pinching her nipple.

The sensation pushed MC over the edge and she came with a cry of his name. Her body spasmed around his cock, pulling Azul over the edge after her. Releasing her throat, he pulled himself from her as she collapsed against the table. Azul groaned as his cum spurt across her back.

Hands on either side of her, propping himself up; Azul softly chuckled at the sight of his cum on her skin. It almost looked as though the octopus had made an inky white mess.

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Dinner Plans [Twst]

It’s Friday night and MC and Azul are on their way out for a dinner date when an issue at the lounge has the couple making a quick detour to his office. While Azul gets caught up in his work; MC finds a different type of hunger building.

Rating 18+, NSFW

Apparently there had been an issue with the latest delivery and the Dorm Head needed to figure it out as soon as possible. What had started out as a quick stop at the office to handle the order mishap had evolved when Azul saw the stack of paperwork on his desk. He had muttered a soft apology and a “let me review these real quick” with a peck to her cheek before diving in.

That had been 40 minutes ago.

MC fiddled with her phone, surfing Magicam while Azul worked his way through the stack. The two of them had settled into a comfortable silence; save for the occasional shuffling of papers or tapping on her phone.

She was starting to get hungry but didn’t want to disturb him; instead distracted herself by flipping through Cater’s selfies for the day. She could tell by the way he still had his coat and hat on, that he hadn’t meant to get so caught up. Perpetually ready to leave, but never heading for the door.

Casually glancing up at the cecaelia, she caught him with his pen in his mouth as he studied two pages side by side. She smiled softly at the display but felt her heart jump when he removed the pen and his tongue quickly darted out to moisten his lips.

Finding a new distraction, MC abandoned her phone and took to watching Azul diligently work his way through the stack of papers. She had to admit there was something rather enticing about the look of concentration on his face; and she felt a particular thrill when she saw the pink tip of his tongue exposed to wet his lips again. She could just imagine that tongue on her skin.

A different type of hunger was starting to make itself known and a steady heat began to pool in her lower region. She pressed her thighs together.

Did he even know how enticing he looked? Her beautiful, work-aholic, octo-mer.

He must have been starting to get stiff, however, as she saw Azul start to stretch in his chair. She let out a soft gasp at the sight of him. Pen once again pressed between his lips, paperwork in hand as he rubbed at the back of his neck.

It was all too easy for MC to imagine her thumb in place of the writing utensil. She could almost feel the way his tongue would swirl around it’s tip. And that thought led directly to thinking of all the other things he could be using that mouth for. Her thighs clenched as desire shot through her.

Unable to take it anymore, she marched over to the desk. 

Azul looked up at her approach, setting the pen on his desk. "Hmmm? Is it time to go?"

"It’s too late," she huffed. Azul glanced at his watch and paled.

"I-I'm sorry, MC. I didn’t mean to get so caught up. I can have them make you something in the kitchen." He rushed out, mistaking her huff as annoyance.

He tried to stand but her hand on his shoulder held him down.

"No, that's not what I want right now."

“Then what…“ he trailed off as MC pulled off his hat, tossing it to the couch behind her.

“Do you know how beautiful you are?”

The Dorm Head sputtered in confusion, eyes wide, “wha-what are you talking about?”

She ran her hands through his hair, "that look you have when you are lost in concentration is delicious."

Azul’s cheeks flared red as she continued, "and that sinful tongue of yours..."

Bending down, she pressed her lips to his.

"Mmmm... I love watching you run it across your lips. It’s almost as if you are begging for a kiss," she whispered against his mouth. "Makes me wanna give you something else to concentrate on."

Azul cleared his throat, unsure what to say but clearly affected by her words as he fidgeted in his seat. His pants suddenly feeling rather tight.

Straightening up, MC ran her hands up her thighs; the fabric of her dress following her movement. As she came to her hips, she hooked her thumbs around the delicate lace and began dragging it down.

Azul watched her every move, reaching up to loosen his collar as she stepped out of her panties.

Mindful of the stack of mostly completed paperwork, MC cleared a spot in front of Azul. Hopping on the desk, her dress bunched around her hips as she spread her legs, exposing herself to his blue eyes.

Reaching out, she gripped the Dorm Head by the ends of his scarf and tugged him forward, crashing their lips together. It was a flurry of tongues and progressively needy moans, though neither of them were entirely sure who was the source of the sounds.

One of her hands found their way into his hair; gripping the strands, she pulled him back to gasp for air. Azul panted out her name.

“Shhh… Now, be a good boy and let’s put that tongue to use.”

The groan he let out at her words was downright salacious. Ever the tease, when he wanted to be; a sly smile broke out on his face and Azul slowly made a show of licking his lips. MC’s breath hitched and she narrowed her eyes before pushing his head down to her core.

Leaning back, she propped herself up with her free hand to watch. Her heels rested on the armrests of his chair while Azul’s arms wrapped around her legs to hold her open to him. He pressed a quick teasing kiss to her inner thigh before turning his full attention to her center and running his tongue up her slit.

MC keened at the sensation, finally having him where she needed. He took his time to pull her apart, eyes locked on hers as he circled her clit.

It wasn’t long before he had MC quietly cursing; her chest rapidly rising and falling as he slipped his tongue inside her. His thrusting had her whimpering and grinding against his face.

“So…so good…” She ran her hand lovingly through his hair, pulling on the strands anytime he did a particularly teasing motion.

His gloved fingers dug into her flesh, holding her to him as Azul ate her out. She could just imagine the bruises she would find tomorrow. The thought sending another rush of heat to her core and she clenched around his tongue.

Azul groaned in response, the vibrations making her shake with need. She could feel the coil start to tighten in her lower abdomen. Her legs trembling and fighting against his hands, wanting to close around him.

He switched his focus back to her clit, alternating between sucking at the bud and running figure eights over it. His ministrations caused her to tense and since she couldn’t close her thighs around him; one of her legs wrapped around his shoulder to pull him deeper.

“Don-don’t stop!” Her words came out in a rush of air.

Struggling to keep her eyes on him, she could feel his grin against her skin before he started flicking his tongue over her clit. Then just as quick, Azul thrust his tongue back inside her; the action caught her off guard and threw her over the edge into bliss.

Throwing her head back in ecstasy, MC cried out his name. Her hips automatically rocking against him as she rode out her orgasm.

Azul lapped at her, easing her down from her high. Unwinding his arms from her, he carefully pulled her leg from his shoulder and helped her to sit up. Making sure to have her attention, Azul licked the remnants of her release from his lips.

MC let out a small whine and smiled. “You’re such a tease,” she said, pressing her lips to his once again.

Catching her breath, MC rose from the desk and smoothed down her dress. Azul sat back in his chair. The tent in his pants putting his arousal on prominent display.

“Darling..” He held out a hand, fully intending to continue.

Suddenly, finding herself in a teasing mood, MC stepped back and made her way back to the couch to grab her phone.

“Actually, I am rather hungry. I think I’ll follow your suggestion and ask the boys in the kitchen to whip me up something.” She said, heading for the door.

A bit dazed, it took Azul a few seconds to understand what was happening and another three for him to jump from his seat. But it was just enough time for MC to open and step through the door.

The Octo-mer stumbled to his feet, a bundle of lace catching his eye. He quickly snatched her panties from the floor, stuffing them into his pocket, before returning to the problem at hand.

“Tell them to make it to go!” He called out, hurrying out after her; his paperwork long forgotten.

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Lunch Break [Twst]

Well I didn't plan on posting anything but Azul lives rent free in my mind and this little scenario wormed its way into my brain and refused to leave.

In my little world NRC is exactly that... a college. No minors here. K thnx. Bye.

Rating: 18+, NSFW

The muffled sound of music and distant chatter slipped into the VIP room, ignored by its two occupants. It served as a steady background for the harsh breathing and the slick sound of skin on skin.

Azul's suit jacket lay haphazardly on the floor, his bow tie (reminiscent of Floyd) hung loosely around his neck and his glasses were somewhere on the desk. His shirt was splayed open, untucked from his pants and proudly displaying several fresh love bites.

"You're doing so good, Azul."

She knelt on the chair, legs straddling his and leaning over him with her forehead pressed to his. Her left hand moved steadily over his cock while her other hand occupied itself by playing with the hair at the nape of his neck.

It was Azul's shuddering breaths that filled the room with low moans escaping with every twist of her hand. His eyes were closed as he tried to concentrate on keeping his grip on the edge of his seat. 

Her thumb circled his tip and Azul cried out, bucking his hips.

She pulled back a bit, slowing her hand and taking a long look at the cecaelia before her. Azul's face was flushed and he gazed up at her with watery eyes.

She leaned in and pressed her lips to his as she maintained her slower pace on his member. Tightening her grip in his hair, she nibbled on Azul's bottom lip before slipping her tongue inside to swallow another moan.

Quickly, she pulled back finding he had once again closed his eyes.

"What did I say about touching?"

Azul's eyes opened at her question following her eyeline to where one of his hands clutched her waist. A few tears trickled down his face. Azul whimpered and tried to lean forward to capture her lips again but the grip on his nape held him back.

"What did I say?" She repeated.

"Pl-please," despite the plea, he released her and returned his grip to the chair.

"Good boy.”

Her hand picked up speed again and Azul threw his head back against the headrest with a drawn out whine. She took advantage of the movement and leaned in to expand his growing collection of marks. Azul's hips jerked at the sensation.

"Please" he repeated, "pl-please..."

At the sound of his begging the hand on his neck began a teasing trail down to the strap of his suspender. With sadistic glee, she snapped it; relishing in the sound of it hitting skin.

"A-ah!!"

Great Seven, his sounds were melodic.

She smirked against the column of his throat, savoring the feel of him quivering beneath her; fighting to keep his hips down and stop himself from thrusting into her hand.

Finally, taking pity on her sweet octo-mer, she tightened her grip on his cock. Increasing her pace again, she circled her thumb around the tip with every upward motion.

It was over the moment her teeth grazed his Adam's apple.

Azul cried out from the stimulation and bucked into her hand as he came. She leaned back to watch him paint his chest, her hand milking him till he fell limp against the chair.

Releasing his member, she licked her lips, eyeing the sticky substance. Swiping a slender finger through his cum before bringing it to her lips to taste.

Azul let out a groan as he watched.

"You did so good my love," she cooed as she stepped down from his seat. Pushing the chair back a bit to give her some room. Azul moved to sit up but a hand on his hip held him down.

"Relax, let me take care of you."

She fell to her knees and grabbed his cock again. With a swirl of her tongue she cleaned off any remnants of his release and gently tucked him back into his pants before moving on to his chest.

Free to touch her now, Azul gripped her arms for support as she made quick work of the mess. Teasingly, she added another bite or two in the process, causing the man to gasp out.

After buttoning up his shirt and redoing his bow tie, she stood and cupped Azul's face in her hands. A quick once over glance confirmed her suspicions that the Dorm Head would still need a few moments of recovery.

Wiping away tear streaks, she peppered his face with kisses, basking in his blissed out expression. Then softly ran her hands through his hair, smoothing it down with practiced ease.

She placed a chaste kiss to his cheek before turning a bit and rapping a knuckle on the stack of golden contracts on the desk.

"Lunch break is over, darling."

Azul reached for his glasses and settled them on his face, trying to regain his composure as she made her way towards the exit.

Pausing at the door she glanced back at Azul to see his gaze already on her.

"What would you like for dinner tonight?"

Clearing his throat, Azul straightened in his chair. She watched as his business persona slipped on and he once again became the shadow boss of the Mostro Lounge.

"You."

She hummed in consideration before a sly smile spread across her face.

"I'm looking forward to it." She said, slipping out of the room and into the hustle and bustle of the lounge.