#don't pay attention to the different signatures please!!!

[kumatenarts]

Hey there!! I finnally decided to make a secondary blog for artz. Here are some Blackstar chibis I made this past years

[kleftiko]

❦ CAN’T GIVE IT TO ME

“your best friend has always been the person you turn to when times are tough. so when your shitty husband refuses to give you a baby, what else are you supposed to do?”

cw: infidelity, unprotected sex, cream pie, breeding kink, pussy eating, squirting

KINKTOBER MASTERLIST

It was never a surprise when you made a stupid decision.

Sometimes, people thought you were purposely being an airhead, not paying attention, or being reckless in your life because Satoru was always there to fix things for you. It didn't stop him from letting you know his thoughts on your actions, but he was always there when you called.

When you married your husband, Satoru told you he didn't like him. Didn't think you married for a good reason, either.

Did you love your husband? Maybe. Maybe not. But you liked the freedom he gave you—credit cards and a house to yourself most days—while he was constantly away on business trips. You could spend your days spoiling your girlfriends on a shopping spree and your nights in expensive clubs.

You don't know when you began feeling lonely and bored, though. But one day, you started noticing mothers with their kids. playing in the park, shopping at the grocery store, and taking photos on vacation, and you began to think that maybe you wanted something else in life besides waking up hungover to an empty bed.

So when your husband got home that evening, tired and immediately pouring himself a drink, you proposed the idea. The look he gave you said it all, but he still told you no. He was a busy man; he didn't have time for a family, and you should know that.

It's not like he ever fucked you anyway; for most of your marriage, your orgasms and libido were taken care of by vibrators, dildos, and your best friend.

Which is why when your husband left the next day, you called over Satoru.

He never had to try to look good, showing up with a plain shirt, sweatpants, and those signature glasses. You, on the other hand, changed three times before he arrived, not being able to decide which outfit was going to help you get what you wanted. The formal dress was too much for daytime, the skirt was a bit too juvenile, and eventually you just decided on shorts and a tank top, loungewear that to anyone else would look like you were just having a day in, but the way the short fabric loosely covered your ass told a different story.

Satoru accepted the glass of red wine you offered when he walked in the door and took a seat at the kitchen table, spreading his legs casually as he took a sip.

"I want a baby." You told him straight up.

Satoru smiled as he looked at you over his glasses and said, "Nice. Congrats."

"With you," you clarified. He raised an eyebrow.

"Seems like something you should ask your husband," he said, nimble fingers playing with the neck of his wine. "I'm just here for the drinks."

You pouted, taking a seat in the chair beside him.

"Please, 'Toru?" you asked.

His eyes drifted down to your fingers as they trailed lightly over his thigh, knowing exactly what you were trying to do.

"And why would I help you?" He smiled lazily.

You got up and straddled his lap, setting down his glass of wine in favour of moving his arms around your body.

"You've helped me before." You whisper, and he nods casually, as if that was a good point.

You couldn't count the number of times Satoru let you use his fingers or sit on his face when you were needy. Or how many times you repaid him with your lips around his dick or riding his thigh. But no matter how many times he made you cum, he never gave in to your pleas to stretch your pussy on his thick cock. He refused to, as long as you were married. Was it right? Probably not, but Satoru had his rules.

And you've never minded the mind-numbing pleasure he would give you with his hands and mouth until now. Because now, what you wanted required something else of his that was previously off limits.

"I've helped you a lot of times, sweetheart." He sighed in defeat. "And you always ask for more."

You were confused, not understanding the meaning of his words until his fingers slid between your legs. With a soft gasp, you instinctively start grinding yourself onto his palm, forgetting what he was saying.

"I'm at your beck and call when you need my fingers or tongue," he said, letting you continue your ministrations. "And now you're asking me to fill your cunt and expect me to be okay with our kid calling your husband 'dad'?"

With a harsh press to your clit, you freeze, and a small whine escapes from your lips.

"You think that's fair, sweetheart?" He asked, eyeing you with contempt.

But instead of answering, you try to move your hips against his hand again for friction, only to get a harsh pinch to your thigh.

You yelped, but answered him. "No, it's not."

He seemed happy with your response and said, "What's in it for me?"

You furrowed your brows. In all the years you've known Satoru, he had never asked for anything in return; he always gives, gives, gives. There honestly wasn't any answer you could come up with. But when his long fingers started circling your heat again, making you melt, you asked.

"What do you want, 'Toru?"

He grinned at how easy you were and let you rest your head on his shoulder in response to his fingers. "Say you'll leave your husband, and I'll fill you up as much as you want."

You whined in response, but with your body rocking against his, breathing in his cologne, and hearing his husky voice in your ears, it didn't seem like a bad idea. So you nodded, light gasps dusting over his neck as you breathed out, "Okay."

Satoru's strong hands then left your pussy, but you didn't have a chance to complain when he grabbed the back of your thighs and stood up. When your head leaned back to look at him, you saw a dangerous look in his eyes.

"Good girl." His voice was low as he said, "Let's make you a mommy."

With that, he dropped you onto the table, the wine glasses shaking beside you as a result. Satoru dropped to his knees between your spread legs and reached for your shorts. Already wet with your slick, they stuck to your heat slightly as he slid them off, and you hissed at the feeling of the cool kitchen air against your pussy.

His breath grazed your thigh as he licked a harsh strip up your slit. Your body trembled as his tongue traced its way up, sending shivers of anticipation through your entire being. The dangerous look in his eyes intensified, fueling your desire for him. You couldn't help but arch your back, offering yourself fully to his skilled touch. As his tongue continued its tantalizing journey, your moans grew louder, matching the rhythm of his movements. The intensity of him led you to grasp at his soft silver hair in an attempt to ground yourself, but he smacked your hand away.

"You're gonna feel everything I give you." His sunglasses were discarded, so you saw every emotion in his darkened eyes. "And you're gonna take it."

After you nodded quickly, Satoru wrapped his arms around your thighs, locking your cunt against his tongue as he devoured you. His careful mouth probed every inch of your sensitive folds, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. The way he smoothly flicked and sucked on your clit had you on the edge of ecstasy, unable to control the moans that escaped your lips. As his tongue delved deeper, you surrendered completely to the overwhelming sensations, losing yourself in the intoxicating bliss he was giving you.

In an attempt to warn him, you could only stutter out an, "g-g'nna."

But Satoru seemed to understand as his lips attached themselves to your bud, and one of his arms freed your legs so he could thrust his fingers inside your sloppy cunt. The combination of his skilled tongue and the added penetration sent waves of pleasure coursing through your body. Each thrust of his fingers matched the rhythm of his tongue, intensifying the pleasure and pushing you closer to the edge. As you reached the peak of ecstasy, your body convulsed uncontrollably, overwhelmed by the mind-blowing sensations he was delivering. You briefly understood your legs spamming as you painted Satoru's mouth with your cum.

It took a moment for you to calm down, your eyes opening to look at the ceiling as you realized your back was on the table. Unable to remember when you had laid down, let alone move your body on your own, Satoru pulled you to stand on your jelly legs.

His eyes held your gaze as he wiped his face and licked his lips clear of your cum. Before you could say anything, he gripped your hips, his wet hands sending shivers up your hot skin as he turned you around and pushed your stomach onto the table.

You looked over your shoulder at your best friend; his head was tilted back, eyes closed as he hissed in pleasure, the hand covered in your slick stroking his hard cock. The reminder of the fact that his dick was finally going to be inside you made you whine and wiggle your hips to gain his attention again.

Satoru looked down at you with a smile.

"Don't worry, sweetheart, I'm right here." He lined himself up with your hole. "I'll fuck a baby into you," he whispered before slowly pushing himself inside you.

The sensation of him filling you up sent waves of pleasure coursing through your body, making you moan and bend your back in response.

"T-'Toru..." You drawled, unable to think of anything else, as he stretched you open.

"That's it, baby, remember who's gonna breed this cunt for you." He hissed.

Your mind became consumed with the overwhelming pleasure as Satoru continued to thrust deeper into you. Every movement he made intensified the sensations, leaving you completely lost in the moment. The sounds of his grunts harmonizing with skin slapping against skin filled the room, adding to the urgency of the experience.

Your eyes locked on one of the wine glasses beside you. The table rocking with Satoru's harsh thrusts caused the silverware to fall over, staining the beautiful tablecloth beneath your face. You don't know why, but the physical reminder of how hard Satoru was going inside you made you moan. The combination of the sensory overload and the unexpected disruption heightened the raw passion between you and Satoru. As your moans echoed in the room, you realized that every element of this encounter was pushing you both towards an adrenaline-filled climax.

"Sa-Satoru—please!" You babbled incoherently as he slapped against you, his fingers digging into the fat of your hips.

"Fuck!" He groaned. "You're gonna look so hot pregnant with my baby."

Your pleas only fueled Satoru's desire, intensifying his thrusts as he whispered dirty promises about knocking you up in your ear. The intense connection between you both grew, driving you closer to the edge of ecstasy. With each moment, it became clear that this intimate encounter would forever be etched in not only your memory but also your life. And it turned you on so much more.

"You gonna great your husband today with your pussy filled with my cum?" You whined at his dirty talk. "S'it gonna drip down your legs when you tell him it's over?"

You don't know why, but the reminder of the fact that Satoru wasn't your husband was what did it for you. You came to the realization that it wasn't your husband fucking a baby into you, but your best friend. This forbidden affair intensified the pleasure and excitement coursing through your veins, causing you to clench impossibly tighter around Satoru's cock.

He groaned loudly at that, folding his body over yours as he reached his own orgasm.

"You're all mine now, sweetheart." He whispered into your ear as his cum shot into your cunt, filling you up better than you could've hoped for. The intensity of the moment left you breathless as you lay there, sweat clinging to your forehead as the scent of wine and sex filled your senses. You whimpered pathetically when Satoru slipped out of you and crouched down to watch the globs of his cum drip out of your pussy with each clench around nothing. Your trembling legs couldn't stop him when he scooped up the slick and pushed it back into you with a dissatisfied hum.

"Don't think it stuck, sweetheart." He sighed. "Might need to fill you again."

[oh-koenig-my-koenig]

(cw: age gap 25/41; nsfw, smut, MDNI; spit kink, dry humping, creampie)

the part before: breaking me (not literally)

Lazy evenings with König

...are what I enjoy most about being with him. Now that I'm staying at his place, we get a lot of those.

We just sit on the couch, listening to music and exist in the same space. Doing something on our own. I started another crochet project, I'm actually trying to make a cute lacey top, but the pattern isn't that easy.

Sometimes we share a drink, just like today. The glass of wine passes between us because he poured himself one, and I didn't want to get up and get my own.

His hand is on my thigh, his thumb tracing slow circles over the skin that is showing. And I have a hard time concentrating on my crochet project because of it, the soft touches pulling me out of my thoughts while trying to replicate the pattern.

He's reading something, something in German, those goddamn glasses on his nose, while caressing and kneading my thigh, not even paying attention to his lingering touches. Just absentmindedly stroking until he removes his hand to pick up the glass of wine again. Taking a sip and handing it to me then.

I sigh and put the whole crochet project away before reaching for the glass and scooting closer to him.

His eyes pan from the pages to me, looking at me from over his glasses, like "what?". I chuckle, crawling over his lap, and the curious look turns into a knowing one. His signature smirk turns up one of the corners of his mouth, while I settle down on his lap. His hands land on my hips, softly kneading, while I lean forward and give him a little kiss. I straighten back up while he sets the book and his reading glasses down on the end table.

His gaze is on me again, getting heated, when I drink some of the wine.

"Can I have some as well?", he asks, seeming a little breathless. I want to hand him the glass, but he gently pushes it back into mine.

"No, I mean... from your mouth.", he explains, the look on his face heated, but earnest, his cheeks coloured in the lightest shade of red. He clearly isn't joking right now, looking at me, patiently waiting.

My lips part as the little request sends a pang of filthy need to my core, my hips are squirming in his lap and I can feel his dick harden against me. I mean, we already shared drinks like that, from his mouth to mine or vice versa. This isn't any different, right?

I take another sip of wine and lean forward to press my lips to his, kissing him. Slowly letting him taste me and the wine. He moans into my mouth when I deepen the kiss, his tongue stroking eagerly against mine.

His hand tangles in my hair as he frenches me (He wouldn't like me calling it 'frenching'), a deep and sloppy kiss, while I pull up his shirt a bit. Caressing over the tummy and his muscles with my fingertips.

When I break away, I can see the hazy expression on his face, the hoods lidded, almost seeming drowsy. Something they call Schlafzimmerblick in German, ‘bedroom stare’. His mouth has fallen open just a little bit and his eyes are fixed on my lips, like he is still thinking about it.

"You like that, huh?", I tease him softly while I know myself just how wet it made me. I can feel the slick between my thighs as I press myself against his lap, the thin layers of fabric a barrier between me and him.

"Yes.", he answers without hesitation, his hands gripping my hips, his fingers digging into the swells of my ass. He clears his throat. "Could you do it again?"

"Hm, I don't know...", I tease him a little more, a little bratty smile forming on my face, and he groans.

"Please, I-", he starts again, but I already lift the glass to my lips.

I sit up a little straighter, scooting up his body. My hand is tangled in his hair as I lean forward to kiss him again. Letting the sip of wine slowly trickle down into his mouth while my legs close around his waist, my hips searching for friction, finding it as I grind against his abs. The fabric of my panties and my short shorts are in between, I can feel the roughness of it against my sensitive slick skin, and I wish they weren't.

His needy kisses spur me on. Seeing, feeling, sensing how he drinks me up, how he's hanging onto my lips, it gets me as well. When I break away again, his hands are still grabbing me, his eyes intently on mine, the filthy need of his winning over his hesitant restraint.

"Please, fuck, just-" He breathes in harshly. "Just spit in my mouth, I need to taste you.", he begs, his deep voice desperate and needy as his arms close around me, pulling me closer to him.

I still for a moment, his words registering in my mind, and I suppress a groan. Fuck, I'm so turned on, my panties damp and wet. Fighting the urge to restlessly rub myself over his stomach.

I look into his eyes, darting from one to the other. He's just waiting, patiently, what I'm going to do. Letting his arms drop away a bit to give me some space to think. I put the wine glass down on the end table, scoot up further and he instinctively tilts his head back, so it rests against the sofa cushions, his long hair falling down the backrest.

I place my hand on the side of his face, moving it down to his chin. His mouth falls open and I take that as the invitation it is, letting the dollop of spit that rests on my tongue slowly drip down until it lands on his.

His eyes roll back as he closes his mouth and swallows down my taste, a low groan dropping from his throat. The sound sending a shiver down my spine.

I press my lips to his and he almost devours me with his desperate kiss, his hands roaming my body until they land on my hips again. Dragging me back and forth, and the sensations shake me, my thighs starting to tremble. Oh fuck, this is really getting me worked up.

"Have to get these off.", I tell him, the words getting swallowed up by his mouth, still stealing kisses.

He pulls back a bit, a string of saliva hanging between our lips, while I scramble to get my pants off and he pulls his shirt over his head, the black fabric damp and sweaty.

Then my wet pussy rests against his stomach. He growls when my wetness spreads on his abs and tummy, soaking parts of the happy trail leading further down. I moan, a soft turned-on sound, pressing against his lips, licking, nipping, getting all sloppy with it again, while I drag myself over his stomach. Feeling the hard shapes against my pussy. Feeling deliciously dirty.

"I need more, please.", he mumbles into the kiss.

A little smirk stalks onto my lips as I pull back and look down at him, not moving a bit, stopping the rolls of my hips against his stomach. Just caressing his face softly, feeling the scruff on his jaw against the palm of my hand. Toying a bit with him, and I enjoy seeing him like this...

"Please, just- I'll do anything.", he almost pleads, his eyebrows turned up.

"Anything?", I ask, while I pull his head back again, my fingers gripping his hair tighter.

"Yes." His lips part as he looks up at me. The look in his eyes, how he gazes up at me, make my lower belly tingle. It feels like he is at my mercy for once, and the feeling is intoxicating.

"Please, Liebes. Spit in my mouth again.", he begs, again. No shame in his voice, just pure need.

Seeing the big strong man crumble like that, desperate, pleading for a filthy little taste of me is a heady sensation. His hips rut forward into nothing, I can feel him squirming beneath me.

Anticipation is building in my core while I'm pulling his head back a little bit further. "Open up.", I whisper, and he drops his jaw in an instant.

And I spit. The sound alone sends a tingle down his spine, I can feel him shivering beneath me. The saliva hits his tongue and lips, and he laps it up.

Seeing the pure unadulterated pleasure on his face does something to me and I can't stop rubbing myself on him, his fingers digging into my thighs, moving me over him, spurring me on.

His eyes are turned up, looking at me with that look, totally enamored by me. And I press my lips to his slightly opened mouth, needy to taste him as well, his deep warm scent and the tart hint of wine.

I kiss him with a frenzy, not stopping my movements, feeling his hard muscles, the soft tummy and the fluffy curls of his happy trail against my slick pussy.

His one hand is still on my ass, digging into the plush pillow, while the other slowly strokes to the front until his fingertips find my clit. I'm a wet writhing mess, his fingers stroking over the sensitive nub, circling it.

He swallows up the sounds that rise up my throat, kissing me deep and sloppy, his tongue stroking against mine. The next roll of my hips, his fingers pressing against my clit, and I come, trembling as I restlessly rub myself over his stomach, riding it out, while he whispers sweet nothings to me, his arms wrapping around me, pulling me closer.

Still moving, I smile against his lips. "I think I just discovered that we both like that very much.", I whisper to him, coming down from my orgasm.

"Yeah...", he answers, kissing me again. "Fuck, I almost came in my pants.", he confesses which pulls a chuckle from me.

I slide down a bit until I'm seated on his lap again, my eyes panning down. The tip of his dick is poking out of his boxers, a stain of precum staining the fabric beneath.

"Liked it that much, huh?", I say, taunting him with a pulled-up brow while I drag my finger over his tip.

"Ja, fuck. You taste fucking divine", he drawls. "And leaving a mess like that on my stomach..." The heat in his gaze intensifies as his eyes dart to the wet trail on his tummy and abs where I shamelessly rubbed myself to completion.

"Apparently, I like making messes.", I tell him.

"Those messes I can get behind.", he says simply, a filthy little smirk tipping up the corner of his mouth. He leans forward to kiss me again and I don't think I could ever stop kissing him.

I just came, but I can't get enough of him, holding onto his bare shoulders, my hands greedily roaming his burly back.

He pulls my shirt up, breaking the kiss for a moment to lift it over my head and tossing it to the side. His hands shoot up to fondle my tits, playing with them as his lips finds mine again. He pinches my nipple softly before squeezing the supple mounds, his huge hands cupping them.

My mind is still reeling, hazy with pleasure, whiny mewls dropping from my mouth, but I just need more of him, closer, just...

"I need you inside me.", I tell him, whispering softly against his lips.

"Let me get a-", he starts, almost getting up with me in his arms.

I pull back a bit, looking at him. "No, I mean, like this." He slumps back into the cushions and I rub myself against him, the fabric of his boxers against my sensitive skin. "Without anything between us."

His eyes snap to mine, searching them. "Are you sure?", he asks, a little breathless.

I nod, sure that I want this. Not sure about his reaction though. "Yes, you know I'm on the pill now, and I'm clean.", I explain with a calmness, that I don't really have. I'm so wound tight and needy, my pussy still leaking wetness onto his lap, anticipating what he will say. He's just looks at me, contemplating.

"Fuck, okay, I'm clean as well.", he breathes, but he doesn't move. I still can see a hint of hesitation in his eyes.

"We don't have to do it, if you don't want to.", I say, backing off, smiling at him. It's okay, of course. I want him to be okay with it too. "We'll just get a-"

He grabs me, pulling me into him. "I want to.", he simply says, a little shiver shaking him. "You really are sure?", he wants to know again, but I don’t have any second thoughts in my mind.

"Yes.", I answer again, pressing my lips to his. His tongue pushes into my mouth, stroking against mine, his hand tangling in my hair.

I free his dick from his boxers, pulling the waistband down further, so I can feel his heat against me. I don't break the kiss while I rub my slick all over him, the movements hurried and needy.

Until I can't take it anymore. I get up a bit, lining his length up with my entrance, and slowly sink down on him. Inch by inch. Cursing quietly at the stretch while his gaze holds mine, his mouth falling open, a deep ragged breath shaking him.

We both groan in unison when the swells of my ass rest on his lap, his dick fully seated inside me. "You feel so good, fuck.", he sighs.

I feel tight, so fucking tight around him still, my walls pressing down on him, as he stretches me over and over again while I start to ride him. His tip massaging against the soft spongy spot inside me, when I start to roll my hips, and I think I can even feel his fucking piercing.

"Oh, fuck, you're squeezing me.", he groans, his head falling back. The ecstatic expression on his face is mirroring mine as I move up and down his length. Slowly, relishing the feeling of him slipping in and out of me.

He looks completely lost in his pleasure, just like before, taking what I'm giving him for a change, riding him with languid strokes.

"So good for me today, huh?", I whisper softly, and the little comment gets me in trouble. His eyes light up, his hands are grabbing me again, the quick movements make me lose the rhythm.

"Always, brat.", he growls, pulling me into him. Lifting me easily, only to push me down into the cushions again a second later. Now I'm the one looking up at him, his tall stature towering over me.

He gets rid of his pants hurriedly before he pushes my legs up and slips into me, groaning when my pussy swallows him up, and I can’t help the loud moan escaping from my lips when he bottoms me out.

His gaze is fixed on the spot where we are connected, watching his dick move out and press into me again, slowly, nothing between us. My eyes are on him as he places his arms beside me on the cushions, and I go to hold my own legs up, spreading myself wide for him.

"Good girl.", he drawls, and if I wasn't bent in half like this already, I would have folded.

His thrusts get harder, deeper, and I can feel how my pussy is clenching down on him, when he hits that sensitive spot inside me.

"Oh fuck.", he curses, his eyes squeezing shut for a moment before he wills them to stay on my face. I know he can feel it, more intensely than usual. The warmth, the wetness. The inevitable closeness.

His long dark hair is falling forward when he thrusts into me, his hand pushing the strands back every so often, so he can keep looking at me, the ends shaking with every roll of his hips. His face is soft, his jaw slack, his eyebrows turned up. In contrast with his deep, hard strokes, his lap colliding with mine in loud slaps of skin against skin.

My spine goes rigid, the orgasm slamming into me with full force, the enraptured look on his face getting burned into my mind as I look up at him, pulsing around his dick.

Choked moans drop from my opened lips, coming hard, and he doesn't stop pushing into me, even when he loses his rhythm, his hips stuttering forward. Desperate thrusts into my wetness.

"Fuck, gonna cum.”, he whines.

My arms shoot out to grab him, pulling him into me, I just need him closer. Our lips press together as he bends down and I whisper breathlessly into the kiss: "Yes, yes, come inside me, please, fuck."

And he does, his hips pushing forward once more as he spills inside of me, a deep moan dropping from his mouth, and I swallow it up in another kiss. Pressing myself up against him while he comes inside me.

His ragged breaths against my lips, his sweat-slick chest against my pressed-up legs. His dick still deep inside me. Our combined panting fills the room, the soft scent of sex heavy around us. And I don't want to let go, one hand on the back of his neck, feeling the soft strands of his hair, the other stroking over his face, his shoulder, down his side.

He presses a kiss to my cheek, pulls himself out of me and I whimper at the loss of fullness. I just want him back inside me. I feel the wetness drip down, my juices and his cum. Fuck. He really just came inside me. His eyes are fixed on my pussy as his fingers dart out to coast over the soft wet skin.

"Hmm, so fucking pretty.", he drawls, his gaze heated and just a little bit depraved.

His finger strokes up again, through our combined slick, making sure it doesn't further drip down, or onto the soft cushions. He then lifts it to my lips, his pointer and middle finger parting them as he pushes them in. His eyes are intently on my face while I lick his digits, the salty taste on my tongue. Pushing a little deeper until I’m almost gagging, the tattooed letters on his knuckles disappearing into my mouth. My eyes turn up, breaking the eyecontact, and he pulls back.

He lifts me from the cushions, into his arms, and I hold onto him, slumping into his sweaty chest, while my legs wrap around his waist. My head is resting against his shoulder, and I can feel the beat of his heart strumming beneath my fingertips. Strong and steady, but just a little bit too fast.

As he is carrying me towards the stairs leading upstairs, over his shoulder, I see our clothes, strewn over the living room floor, his book and the glass of wine on the endtable. His big hand strokes up my body until it rests on the back of my neck and he murmurs into my hair: "Come, Prinzesserl, gotta get you to bed.". With the way he says it though, I doubt we’ll get much sleep.

next part: going for a walk or more stuff in the Masterlist ~

[httpwintersoldier]

『 lady marmelade. || buggy x reader 』

[PART 2 OF 4 - ONE PIECE'S KINKTOBER] - BUGGY VER.

[SHANKS VER.] [MIHAWK VER.] [SANJI VER.]

pairing: buggy x f!reader words: lenghtyyyyy summary: your occupation lead you to meet your new boss... who'd perhaps become more than that. angst; smut; fluff.

Doing Burlesque was not what you had initially seen yourself doing professionally, but in a weird turn of events, the doors had opened and you walked right through them. Or rather... the curtains.

You initially intended to study the sea and its mysteries, but it wasn't exactly a job that paid well from the get-go, so you began working at a bar. Just to get yourself started, you said.

Then a man noticed you... He was tall and well built, a little meat on his bones but definitely intimidating. Hair as white as snow and a full beard with a nicely kept moustache. The man couldn't help but compliment you: your beautiful smile, your beautiful body, your bright personality... You were perfect, he said.

He approached you, initially asking you how much you made. You found it insulting! That was, until he said he'd triple it if you joined his show. The man was sure you'd be a hit, and he was right.

At first you thought he was inviting you to be a stripper, but as you learned the art of burlesque, you realized it was nothing of the sort - and you loved it. The attention, the compliments, the lights and cheers, the beautifully decorated attires, the attention to detail... But most of all, you adored the freedom it gave you to study the sea.

The pay was amazing, and it allowed you to have enough time and money to invest in your hobby - the sea.

"We got a... uh... how to describe the situation..." the stage coordinator said as he tapped his chin, looking for the correct words "We got a different crowd."

You were applying the finishing touches to your attire, but stopped, furrowed your eyebrows and looked at the man as you heard his choice of words, as well as the ruckus behind the curtain.

You stood up and walked to the edge of the curtain, tugging on it slightly, so only one of your eyes peeked out to look at the audience. You gasped in horror and stepped furiously towards the stage manager.

"Since when do we allow pirates on our cabaret!?" You whisper-yelled at the man.

The heels made you taller than him, and the way you were staring him down sent a shiver down his spine. The man was gripping his board with the show instructions as he struggled to give you a response.

"I guess we do when- when they pay well we do..."

You weren't prissy, much less were you an elitist, but pirates... they disgusted you. When you began working at the cabaret the owner allowed pirates in. Those nights were treacherous, to say the very least. The harassment, bottle throwing and disrespect for the art rose through the roof on those nights, so pirates and their crews were banned effectively from watching the shows. Except the ones whose pockets were deep, apparently.

You slumped back on your chair and held the bridge of your nose between your thumb and index finger as you sighed.

"Tell me I'm the first one, please, tell me I get to get this over with and fuck off home."

The stage manager scoffed.

"I don't know what would overcome the Boss to somehow put you first... You're the last one." The man informed.

He had the habit of doing this. You were his golden goose, the cherry at the top, as he liked to say, so you were always last, because everyone stayed to watch you.

That was the only time where being the favourite sucked.

"Babygirl, you're first, you're on in 40 seconds." The man said, and your colleague applied some powder hurriedly and walked to the big red curtains.

You watched as she stepped out to her signature intro song with a fake smile that hid how fucking terrified she was of the pirates.

Usually sets came and went as quickly as a snap of the fingers, but this one time, the one time you were curious to hear about, seemed to drag on for ever and ever.

"Thank y'all for tonight, you were lovely!"

As soon as you heard those words and saw the curtains move, you stood up.

"Evelyn, 60 seconds 'till you're on!" the stage manager called to your next colleague as you walked towards Babygirl, held her hands and looked her in the eye.

"So? How were they!?" You asked, barely even letting her catch her breath.

"You know what? Not that bad..." She said, sounding surprised by her own statement "I get the feeling they were just kicked out of every bar in town and came here to drink. They were excited and there was quite a lot of ruckus and cheering but I think the main focus were the drinks... There was this clown dude in the back that seemed very desinterested though." Your colleague explained, as you both walked to her vanity and she began taking off all of the paraphernelia that decorated her.

You furrowed your brows. That was surprising... But it made sense, somehow. They might've been behaving just for the sake of not being thrown out again and running out of alcohol for the night.

Your colleague looked at you up and down.

"You're going with Cherry Pie today?" She asked.

You kept a couple personas in your pocket, to keep it interesting. You liked to call it "The Burlesque Sisters", except each one of them was played by you. It kept people interested and coming back for more, wanting to get a peek at each sister.

You looked down at your attire: it was a red corset with wine-coloured felt details and a heart-shaped neckline. You wore a miniskirt that was not at all intricate, as it came off in the very beginning of the set, long black gloves with red feathery apliques on the hem, black stockings, and a pair of beautiful red platmform heels with guilded details. Your makeup matched the get up perfectly: a bold red lip with a dark red liner, gold sparkles decorating your face, as well as gold eyeshadow on your waterline, and a killer cat-like black winged liner. You were always keen on having your hair up, as you felt it was the perfect hairdo to keep eyes focused on your body and on your movements.

Cherry Pie was a fan favourite, no doubt. So you were a little reluctanct on bringing her out, afraid that the pirates would keep coming back for her (cocky of you, you were aware), but it was too late to change.

It wasn't long before you heard Evelyn's typical goodbye quote. She came in strutting in the room, hapilly removing several bills from various parts of her attire.

"Good tippers!" She said with a smile.

"Cherry Pie! You're on in two minutes!" The stage director called.

Whoever went next to Evelyn got a little more time before going in, as the staff needed to clean up her glitter sprayed across the floor.

"So? How was it?" You asked, raising your brows.

"Oh, it was great! They weren't exactly respectful but they tipped really well and they were very engaged! Except for this clown dude at the back, but I didn't bother much with him." Evelyn said with a shrug as she took off her earrings.

You stood up with a pensive face and straighened your outfit, suddenly becoming curious about this clown guy that seemed to be uninterested by women in very little clothing dancing in front of him. You walked to the curtains, waiting for the stage manager to give you your cue.

When you heard the first beats of your intro song you strutted in, one foot in front of the other, hands on your waist and a big, flirty smile. You winked at the crowd as the big stage lights lit you up.

You lifted your arms up as if to say "I'm here!" and popped out your hip.

"Welcome, to the Cherry Pie show!" You said, earning a bunch of cheers, and then hit the Beety Boop pose, placing your hands on your knees and popping out your ass as you winked.

The clown your colleagues had mentioned wasn't hard to spot: this wasn't a simple crowd, for sure, but he was definitely the one that stood out the most. In a good way... you'd argue.

However, as you introduced yourself, you could see him look up: his head lifted from the fist that it previously rested on and his eyes sparkled. You couldn't relate to the desinterest the others had reported, and you wondered if you had particularly piqued his interest - or if he was just tired of the position he was in and decided to switch (although the glint in his eye said your initial theory was correct).

You carried on with the performance, keeping a special eye out for the pirate clown.

You slowly undid your corset, opening it to reveal a tighter, smaller corset, flashing the crowd with an expression that said "oopsie!". There were some groans and there were some laughs at the trick. You discarded the corset you had taken off and went around the room collecting bills, as you danced suggestively and lip synced to your song.

As you walked closer to the clown you bit your glove and slid it off, revealing your long, red press on nails. You repeated the process on the other glove and discarded them, earning a few whistles. You could feel the clown's gaze on you, almost as if it burned.

And so, you decided to tease him: you dragged your nail along his jaw. The clown somewhat leaned into your touch, and although the music was loud, you could swear you heard him groan.

You continued you act and, in no time, your songs came to an end and it was time to say goodbye to your surprisingly pleasant guests.

"Y'all have been a lovely crowd! I've been Cherry Pie, Cherry Kisses!" You yelled, touching your ass with one heel as you blew them a kiss.

There was standing up, whistling, cheers, and a couple noises from displeased people, sad that the show was over. One thing was for sure, the clown guy had a hunger for you - and he wouldn't let you go so easily.

As you disappeared behind the curtains, the man stood up, making his way to the back.

"Sir you can't come in-" The bouncer began, but instantly shut up when Buggy flashed him a wad of Berry. Any ammount of money was worth being sacrified if it meant it was used to see you.

Evelyn and Babygirl had gone home already, so when you heard footsteps you assumed it was your bodyguard ready to escort you home.

"Hey Dante I'm not ready yet, give me 5 just to take off the makeup and put on some clothes!" You said, not looking behind you as you worked on getting the glitter off.

"I think you look marvellous just like that."

When you didn't recognize the voice, you were startled and stood up, looking at the man that had spoken, to find the clown guy leaning against the door frame.

You couldn't not remember who he was...

"What are you- How did you get here?" You asked, pointing at him and squinting your eyes.

"Honey, I've got plenty Berry, and I don't mind spending it on you." He said, arms stretched out as he stepped towards you.

You raised your brow and crossed your arms in front of your chest as you analyzed him from head to toe.

"This isn't a strip club, you can't pay for a room with me or whatever. And it's Cherry, not Honey." You said, attitude dripping from your voice.

"Yes, unfortunately it isn't a strip club, but I'm not here for that. I want to offer you a spot. On my crew, on my show." The man offered with that familiar glint in his eye.

"Why, pray tell, would I want to go be a pirate? The pay here is amazing, I love my job and I am comfortable." You asked.

The clown admired how unafraid you were of him. People usually kept their distance, ran away, stuttered near him... But there you were, facing him and challenging him. He absolutely had to have you.

The Captain was desperately looking for reasons to give you, until his eyes landed on a book you had on your vanity. You liked to entertain yourself and read on breaks from shows and happened to leave them on your vanity.

"A book about marine life?" The man asked, pointing at the book "Honey, why read about it, when you can see it. Join me and you'll see all of the life you read about in those pages, up close. I'll equal what they pay you here- fuck it, I'll double it."

Now that was tempting... But you couldn't help but wonder why...

"Why do you want me so much?"

Now that was a damn good question.

"I've never seen my men this focused on something. It's good for morale and it gives them something to do other than a big mess on my ship. Plus, we kinda need a gymnast on the show and you fit the bill."

Bullshit. He just bullshit his way out of the truth - in reality he just wanted to have you close, he wanted to be able to look at you up close whenever.

"Your men? Your ship? What are you, a Captain?" You asked genuinely.

The male scoffed and took another step towards you.

"You don't know who I am, do you?"

You shrugged as an answer, your face showing a definite sign of absolutely not giving a shit about the answer.

"My name is Captain Buggy, or Buggy the Clown." Buggy, as he introduced himself, detached a hand and had it fly over to you.

"Woah! You're a Devil Fruit user!" You said, amused to finally meet one, and shook the flying hand.

Although detached, your touch on him still managed to send shivers down his spine.

"So, Miss 'Cherry Pie', have we got a deal?"

You pretended to think for a bit. The answer was obviously yes (more pay and you got to be close to the sea!?), but you didn't want to seem too eager.

"I believe we do Captain Buggy."

The way you said his name made him wonder how many other ways he could make you say it... It sent another shiver down his spine, and the captain asked himself if it had been a good idea to invite you on board - Buggy didn't know how long he'd be able to keep his hands off of you.

When the owner of the Cabaret heard of your departure he nearly fainted. The man tried to negotiate but he couldn't possibly match what Buggy had offered you, so the boss reluctantly let you go and you embarked on a new journey.

The beginning was a little rocky, some of the crew members got a little touchy and Buggy had to threaten them multiple times, but after you started standing your ground and threteaning them yourself, you gained their respect.

Normally you wouldn't be so brave as to stand up to several big men experienced in fighting, but you knew the Captain had your back, and that gave you a lot of confidence.

The first time there was a show, Buggy invited you to sit back and watch, so you could learn how it all worked before being part of it, and you had to admit, seeing the man take control of everything... it was kind of hot. Those words danced in your tongue when he asked you what you thought about the show afterwards, but you decided to keep it to yourself.

"This good enough Captain?" You asked innocently, fixing your corset so your boobs stood out.

Buggy thanked his heavy makeup for concealing his blush, and the coat for hiding his growing boner as he inspected your outfit from head to toe. He wanted to say no. He wanted to cover you up with a long, large coat and send you out with it so only he could see you like that, but alas, that wasn't possible...

"Uh yeah, Y/N, you look fantastic." The Captain said, not able to look away from your chest.

You giggled and thanked him, before getting ready to step out. The tent was particularly full that day, as people gathered, curious about the new act that had been announced.

As the cheers, claps and whistles reached Buggy's ears backstage, he felt a sense of jealousy spread in his body. Oh it was a bad idea to hire you, for sure...

When the show came to an end and the guests had left, Buggy sat on his throne and counted the Berry they had made.

Suddenly, he heard steps.

"Who the fuck is here and why are you here?" The Captain asked, in a grumpy tone - he very much disliked being interrupted.

"Sorry Captain!"

As soon as he heard your voice it was like a rainbow washed over him. He hated that. He hated how you had so much control over his body, over the way he felt.

"That's okay, thought it was one of the other degenerates. What can I do for ya, sweetheart?" Buggy asked in a completely different tone from the one he had previously spoken in, pleased that you had come talk to him still in your show attire.

"Well I wanted to ask... did I do good?" You asked, biting your lip and holding your hands behind your back nervously.

Oh boy did Buggy want to grab you by the neck and push you against a wall... Seeing you in front of him, nervous and asking for his approval, all while biting your lip... You had no idea how much self control he had not to fuck you dumb.

"Sorry sugar, I couldn't watch the show tonight..." The Captain explained, a sad tone in his voice as he said it.

"Oh..." You replied, a little disappointed "Well, maybe I could give you a private show." You said with a flirty wink.

Buggy smirked and looked at you, supporting his head with his fist.

"Don't make promises you can't handle keeping, princess." Buggy said, boldly.

You chuckled and turned around.

"I can handle everything, Captain."

You could feel Buggy's eyes on you as you walked away, and chuckled lowly when you heard him curse under his breath.

The man turned, huffed and puffed in bed that night, grabbing his crotch at the thought of you, at the way you called him Captain, and at the pretty little teasing quote you'd thrown at him - but he knew that no release would be satisfying - unless you were the one giving it to him. That couldn't be. He had to find a solution.

Little did the man know, the solution would find him soon enough.

Due to his Y/N-induced sleepless night, the following day the man retreated to his living quarters before dinner, in order to get some rest.

You, who didn't know what was going on, grew concerned about the Captain. He was always grumpy, sure, but he was also constantly laughing and full of life, whereas that day he was simply... not.

You knew no one was even supposed to go near his room, let alone visit it when the Captain specified he didn't want to be disturbed. But you were one curious cat - and a worried one too.

As you stood outside of his door, you bit your lower lip, wondering if you should knock or not, but before you could decide for or against it, the Captain had already sensed a presence outside.

"Who has a death wish?" Buggy asked, referring to the person that stood outside of his room.

"T-that would be me, Captain..." You replied, nervously, confident he'd recognize your voice.

Buggy's mind was torn - he looked (and felt) like shit on one hand, but on the other, having you with him in his room all by yourselves... The bottom head thought faster, and he replied with a low "come in".

You opened the creaky door slightly and peeked inside, before walking in.

Buggy laid on the bed, his hair free of the bandana and tied in a low ponytail. He had one arm falling from the bed, and the other covering his eyes, and one leg resting on the bed as the other had his knee bent.

You blushed slightly as you realized he was just wearing his underwear and a large striped shirt.

"Woah..." You said, at the sight of his long hair.

Buggy uncovered his eyes to look at you and followed your gaze. He just chuckled, making you snap back to reality.

"Uh, Sir- Captain," You corrected "are you okay?..."

The light in the room was scarce, the only thing lighting up the space being the moonlight coming in through the hatch. Still, you could see his cocky grin.

"You worried about me, princess?"

You dared walk closer to him, in small, shy steps.

"Well, yes... You didn't seem yourself today..."

Buggy clenched his fists and held himself back with all the strenght possible and imaginary when you put one knee on his bed, making it dip slightly on your end, and placed a hand on his forehead and face.

"Captain, you feel hot!" You said, worriedly.

He was hot alright, but it wasn't a fever that left him like that.

"You know princess, you're right, I haven't been 100% lately, I have been having a little problem..." Buggy admitted, as he licked his lips.

"A p-problem? What problem?" You asked, an uneasy feeling rising within you.

Upon seeing your panicked expression he chuckled.

"A problem with you, dear."

The panic and fear increased even more, and it was visible on your face.

"Don't worry princess, you've done nothing wrong. In fact, quite the opposite... You've been doing all the right things."

You innocently cocked your head to the side.

"I'm- I'm sorry Captain, I'm not sure I'm following..."

The man grinned and groaned when the name left your lips. Such an innocent mouth, that he had imagined doing such sinful things to...

"You see, sweetheart," Buggy began, his hand lightly tracing up the thigh closest to him "you've been driving me crazy. The way you dress, the way you talk, fuck- the way you say my name."

His eyes rolled to the back of his head as he imagined you moaning his name. You grew hotter and hotter at each of his words, and all you could focus on was how his hand went higher and higher on your thigh. And without noticing, in your head, you began begging for his hand to just fucking hurry it up and grab your ass.

"W-well Captain, I guess it's only right that I fix the problem, I caused it after all, hm?" You suggested bringing your other leg up to the bed and across him, so you were straddling his lap.

"Oh princess, I don't know if you wanna get into it..." His hands found the place you wanted him to find.

The man grabbed your ass with such force that you couldn't help but moan.

"I'm pretty sure that I do..." You said in a husky voice, as you felt his cock harden under you.

Before he could speak, you opened your mouth once more.

"You know, Captain," now that you knew he enjoyed it, you were going to exploit the hell out of the name "I like the way you take control of the show..." you paused once more and leaned in to whisper in his ear "How about you take control of me like that?"

It was as if your voice brought him the full 10 hours of sleep he needed. It was like energy washed over him and he felt... alive. More than ever.

The clown was quick to switch positions, straddling your waist and pinning your hands above your head, slowly riding up the top you wore. Buggy licked his lips as he stared at your exposed stomach.

"You're playing with fire, princess. Little girls that play with fire get hurt..." Buggy teased with a glint in his eye.

"Then hurt me."

His lips glued to yours instantly, in a violent, hungry kiss. Buggy didn't know it was possible for someone to drive him even crazier, but you did it. You pushed him to the very edge and he had never craved something so much in his life.

Buggy's hands were all over your body - grabbing your thighs, slapping your ass, caressing your waist... He wanted to take in every piece of you. As he touched you, the Captain slowly took off pieces of your clothes, and when you realized, you were naked under him.

You blushed slightly, tugging at the hem of his shirt so he'd understand.

"We're not speaking now, dollface?" The man asked as he removed his one piece of clothing "Cat got your tongue? Hm?"

You ran your hands down his torso and bit your lip - he was a lot more toned than he let on.

"Just... admiring the view." You said before catching his lips in a slow, passionate kiss.

Buggy detached one of his hands, and you shrieked into the kiss as his cold fingers made their way inside your panties. He teased your entrance, until you tugged on his hair as if to say "hurry up, fucker".

"Don't be-" He paused, shoving two fingers into you slowly "-impatient."

You sighed deeply and moved your hips against his fingers. Buggy looked down at you move in amusement.

"You know pretty girl, we have another problem at hand..." The Captain said, tracing your face with his fingers until he reached your neck.

"W-what is it?" You asked, through half lidded eyes and in between moans.

Buggy gripped your throat, making you gasp and arch your back. He leaned closer to your ear so he could whisper.

"I don't know if I wanna fuck you like this to see your pretty little face when you cum on my cock, or shove your face in the pillow and fuck you from behind."

"A-as long as you make me cum Captain..." You said with a smirk.

You whined as he removed his fingers and licked them clean.

"Are you doubting my capabilities, princess?"

You had no time to reply, as he reattached his hand and used it to flip you around and pull your ass up in the air. You gripped the sheets, your cheek against his pillow taking in the smell of your Captain, as you watched him take his placed bbehind you.

Buggy took his sweet time palming your ass and admiring it.

When he took out his cock, you couldn't see it from the angle, but you knew it was big and girthy, because when his hard lenght smacked against your ass, you knew you were in for it.

"Fuck..." You breathed out.

Buggy chuckled.

"It's not even in yet princess, save the cursing for later..." He teased, running the tip of his cock up and down your folds until he himself couldn't hold it any longer.

The Captain wanted to slam into you and fucked the words out of your mouth, but it was your first time with him and he didn't want to risk being too rough or hurting you.

So, with furrowed eyebrows and agape mouth, he pushed into you slowly, until he bottomed. It took all of his strenght to pull out and shove his cock back in in a slow pace.

Once he found you were comfortable with the pace, he began speeding up and, when your moans became loud and you called for his name, Buggy lost all control.

The man gripped your hips like a madman and fucked you like his life depended on it.

"Oh fuck- you're such a good girl Y/N- you take me so well..." He praised as he gripped your ass and smacked it a couple times, earning a yelp from you.

"Y-you feel so good Captain!" You moaned, gripping the sheets beside your head.

One of Buggy's hand detached and found your clit, rubbing it at a consistent, fast rhythm. The man was good. You wanted to savour the moment as long as possible but for the first time you found it hard to not cum.

Maybe it was his skill, maybe it was his demeanor, and maybe it was his appearance, but the truth was that you couldn't get enough of him fucking you.

"Buggy I think- I think I'm gonna cum-" You whined, as a familiar feeeling began washing over you.

"A-Already princess?"

Buggy kept up the confident persona, but deep down he was thanking every diety in existance because he didn't know how long he could last, with you moaning for him and tightening around his cock like he had imagined so many times.

"Please... may I cum?"

"Do it!" Was all he could say.

Your legs faltered and the Captain had to hold you up as he fucked his cum into you, riding both of your orgasms out.

Small groans and whimpers filled the room as the both of you came down from your highs. Buggy hissed as he removed his soft cock from you.

The man helped you lay down on the bed and wrapped an arm around you and pulled you closer to him as he closed his eyes.

"Hey Buggy?" You called, as you played with his hair and admired how long his lashes were.

"Hm?..." He sleepily asked.

"When you hired me, was this your intention?" You asked, biting your lip.

The man didn't open his eyes, he just chuckled.

"I can't say it was completely innocent... I wanted you close to me." Buggy explained with a smirk.

He then grabbed your ass and pulled you even closer, causing you to shriek and giggle.

"I guess you got it, Captain..."

[twstowo]

Hello, my first request here, if it's not inconvenient I would like to make a request, where Leona and Jamil have a boyfriend or girlfriend, who likes to shower them with love and affection, for example he is always giving them kisses on the face, or spoiling them , giving gifts, practically a Y/N who is overflowing with love for her boyfriend (my boys need more love)

♡︎I'm so sorry for taking so long to answer you! I also hope you don't mind but I decided to add more characters since I really liked your idea!

♡︎Includes: Second Years and Leona

⋆⋅☆Leona:

Leona tends to be quite dramatic about it. He can't easily accept the fact that you love him so much and genuinely enjoy showing him affection. In public, if you start giving him kisses or hugs, he may initially be reluctant to reciprocate. He'll likely playfully tease you, hoping to embarrass you enough to tone it down. If you persist, he might have to leave, or he'll end up smiling like a fool.

When you give him gifts, he'll constantly ask why you chose that particular item. It's not that he dislikes it, on the contrary, he'll cherish your gift forever. He just struggles with expressing his feelings. Overall, he appreciates your affection but finds it challenging to show it. Please bear with him, he's genuinely trying his best.

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⋆⋅☆Riddle:

If you kiss him unexpectedly in public, he'll become irritated and pause to explain why it's inappropriate. However, he won't be able to finish his sentence once he catches a glimpse of your face—your beautiful eyes and very kissable lips. Suddenly, he finds himself on the receiving end of improper actions. By the Seven, you might be the end of him.

Not particularly fond of public displays of affection, Riddle believes those moments should remain private. If you shower him with affection in private, he'll feel content. Despite being giddy and somewhat embarrassed by these newfound feelings, he'll reciprocate the affection.

When you give him gifts, he'll always be polite, expressing gratitude no matter the item, and he'll often seal it with a kiss on the cheek. The next time you meet, he'll make sure to present you with a sizable bouquet of roses.

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⋆⋅☆Ruggie:

Nervously laughing throughout the entire encounter, he's taken aback when you kiss him in front of everyone. A faint blush graces his face as he responds with his signature silly laugh. Your affection fills him with happiness, he couldn't ask for a better partner. While he tries to reciprocate your affection, he's more reserved when there are many people around.

Receiving gifts from you brings him immense joy, as he's never experienced such gestures from anyone else before. He'll eagerly try to reciprocate, often offering food or a random flower he's come across.

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⋆⋅☆Azul:

Azul appreciates all the attention and affection you give him, but he's a bit cautious about public displays due to his business image. He politely asks you to keep things low-key when you're around others, knowing how easily he can lose composure when you shower him with kisses.

As someone who enjoys spoiling you with gifts, Azul would be delighted if you reciprocated with small items he likes. It adds an extra layer of joy to his already generous gift-giving habits.

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⋆⋅☆Jade:

Jade thoroughly enjoys teasing you about your affectionate gestures, finding delight in the moments he catches you off guard. He doesn't shy away from planting random kisses on you throughout the day, relishing in the joy of seeing you blush and feel embarrassed. Doesn’t care about you being affectionate in public, after all, no one dares to stare at the two of you.

If you present Jade with little mushroom trinkets, especially different species, he'll be overjoyed. It shows your interest in his hobbies and proves that you pay attention to the things he shares and cares about.

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⋆⋅☆Floyd:

If he is in a good mood, he will be as affectionate as you and won’t let you leave him until he is satisfied. If he is in a bad mood don’t expect him to be very into it as he will probably just accept your affection and won’t care much about it, he might even just leave. Don’t take it personally, because sooner or later he will come back in a good mood and the two of you can just be all lovey-dovey again.

He will keep all of your presents and even likes giving you small stuff that he finds that makes him think of you. He will literally bring you a rock and say it reminded him of you.

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⋆⋅☆Kalim:

The two of you are a perfect match. If you initiate any form of affection, he'll reciprocate with double the enthusiasm, it's almost like a competition. A simple kiss on the cheek in the school hallway turns into him spinning you around in a joyous hug while showering your face with nonstop kisses. Despite the disapproving looks from onlookers, the two of you remain unfazed.

When it comes to gifts, he reciprocates with double the generosity. You find yourself receiving so many presents from him that you're not sure where to put them all by the end of the day. His enthusiasm for gift-giving knows no bounds, and he takes joy in showering you with tokens of his affection.

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⋆⋅☆Jamil:

In public, he tends to distance himself if you initiate affection, firmly believing such moments should be private. When it's just the two of you, he initially feels uneasy being the center of attention. However, as you shower him with endless kisses, he experiences for the first time a mix of vulnerability and trust, allowing you to express your love freely.

He genuinely appreciates both small and large gifts from you, especially when they align with things he mentioned liking before. It makes him feel valued and heard, knowing that you pay attention to the details of his preferences. As a gesture of gratitude, he ensures that you're treated to freshly prepared meals every single day. He takes pleasure in observing your reactions as you enjoy the food he lovingly makes for you.

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⋆⋅☆Silver:

Both of you are really into it, turning into a sappy couple. At the start, he was a bit shy about the affection you showered him with, but as time passed, he opened up to it, caring less about whether people are watching. After all, you two are dating, so expressing your feelings is only natural.

When it comes to gifts he accepts every one of them, but he does struggle with finding the right things to give in return. Seeking advice from Lilia, he often brings you flowers as a thoughtful gesture.

[hanilessa]

» :、♡  YOUR ATTENTION

` Summary: You pay a lot of attention to your newborn child, and your husband has only to watch it jealousy. He lacks your attention.

` Includes: Diluc, Kaeya, Kamisato Ayato, Thoma x fem!reader

` Genre: fluff, romance, hints of jealousy

` Author’s notes: likes, replies and reblogs are greatly appreciated <3 my inbox is open for your requests! feel free to text me if you want to request headcanons or drabble. :3

part one! part two!

DILUC

Everyone knows that Diluc is quiet, assembled and calm. Always and in all situations. He rarely shows his real emotions to strangers. Because he doesn't trust them.

You've always been amazed at how differently he can behave with different people. And how "other" he is next to you.

Yes, he's calm and assembled too, expresses confidence and aristocracy, but when you're next to him, he becomes gentle and affectionate, ready to bathe you in love and care.

Therefore, when you have a son, it's difficult for him to ask you to pay attention to him too, given his calm nature. He feels very awkward, realizing that taking care of a child requires a lot of responsibility.

And he will be silent, watching in silence how gently and reverently you hold your son in your arms, singing a beautiful lullaby to him.

The sound of your voice makes Diluc feel very sleepy, and he also wants to get a little of your caress, falling asleep on your lap.

You will be surprised how clingy he becomes when you put your son to bed and Diluc immediately pulls you into his arms.

"Did you miss me?" Your voice and laughter flow like a pleasant melody in his ears, and the man relaxes, getting all your attention to himself.

"Yes. Can we spend today together?" Diluc's words sound pleading, as if he hasn't seen or felt you next to him for ages. And it was unbearable.

Taking advantage of the fact that his son has finally fallen asleep, Diluc leads you to living room, where you both can relax and enjoy each other's company.

As soon as you're in his arms, your son's loud crying startles you, and you look at your husband excitedly, preparing to rush to the nursery to comfort your child.

But Diluc only shakes his head, and a sly smile appears on his lips — not characteristic of him. Your knees are shaking.

"Don't worry, my love, the maids will take care of him. And you have to take care of me."

You think that sometimes he looks like Kaeya with his cunning tricks. But you nod, calming down, when the baby stops crying.

Now, please give him your affection and love, which he missed so much.

KAEYA

Kaeya is the exact opposite of his stepbrother. He is cocky, cunning, and very charming.

He loves to tease you and doesn't miss any opportunity to do so. Regardless of place, time and circumstance. He has nothing to be ashamed of, because in this way he shows his affection for you.

When your daughter is born, Kaeya's heart becomes soft and light, he no longer wants to tease or joke. He wants to show care for his child through gentleness.

But, when all your attention goes only to your daughter, the man feels a slight insecurity. Have you lost interest in him because he stopped teasing you?

All your attention is directed to your daughter, and Kaeya would be a liar if he said that he didn't understand why this was happening.

Your child is an angel in the flesh, so you're constantly next to her.

You're completely enchanted with your baby, which is why you haven't paid attention to your husband for a long time. And Kaeya doesn't intend to take it anymore.

He suddenly takes his daughter from your arms, and you let out a frightened squeak. He came up with a brilliant plan to get your attention and tease you in the process.

"Can I hold my daughter in my arms too?" You recognize your lover's signature smirk and pout your lips when he smiles slyly, realizing that your attention now belongs entirely to him.

He will laugh, circling with his daughter in his arms, while you, with an annoyed and worried face, will run after him.

You know that Kaeya is careful and won't let anything happen to your daughter while he's fooling around like that.

Your baby is in his reliable and strong embrace, so relax a little and rest with him.

"You have such a funny face, Y/n!"

And right now, it's more than enough for Kaeya to see your cute, funny face when he's around you and your daughter.

You're so funny and sweet when he teases you, which is why he's so happy to feel that excitement again and see the look of your embarrassed face, so keep keeping your attention on him.

KAMISATO AYATO

As the head of Kamisato Clan, Ayato is constantly busy with various important matters. He doesn't have much time to give you his attention. And because of this, he blames himself very much in this.

You don't blame him, realizing that he has a big responsibility, and humbly wait until he's free in the evening after work.

And while you're waiting for your husband, you spend most of your time around your newborn daughter. You used to have a lot of free time, but now you're constantly busy taking care of your child

So when Ayato realizes that he's tired and needs to be near you and rest, he gets a little disappointed when he sees that you're busy taking care of your daughter.

Ayato is a gentleman and will never insist that you give your attention to him immediately. He will wait.

Sure, he understands that the wait is always long and painful, but when you receive your prize after a long wait, it's always very sweet and exciting, isn't it?

If he really wants your unquestioning attention here and now, he will ask Ayaka to look after your baby.

He knew that you couldn't refuse his sister such a request, so your husband always took advantage of this weakness of yours.

When your child is in Ayaka's arms, you immediately find yourself in Ayato's arms, and the man winks at his sister in satisfaction, making you frown slightly.

Don't make that face! You know very well that he needs your attention, and now he takes what belongs to him.

You and he are alone in his office, and Ayato can let out a sigh of relief as you stop resisting his embrace and relax too.

"Are you doing this to avoid your job?" You ask slyly, teasing your husband.

He just chuckles and takes your face in his hands.

"No, my dear, I'm doing this to get your attention." He finishes talking and your lips meet his in a kiss.

Be with him now, hug him, kiss him, and he will also be with you, he will hug you and kiss you. He will give you his attention too.

THOMA

It's safe to say that Thoma is very economic and hardworking. The Kamisato estate is led by him, he confidently does his work.

This work brings him pleasure, communication with Ayaka and Ayato is very valuable to him. But sometimes he can get tired too, want your affection and care.

You're also a hardworking person, constantly busy with something, so you both rarely get to spend time together. And when your son was born, you had even less time.

Your husband was constantly at his work, and you were always busy taking care of the child, so you hardly noticed that Thoma really lacked your attention.

But speaking of Thoma, when he came home, he wanted your affection and attention, but you just smiled at him, holding your son in your arms, while he falls asleep.

The man lowers his eyebrows sadly, trying to make the cutest look he could. He was so sweet in that moment and you really couldn't resist it.

You asked Thoma to wait a little while you put your son in the cradle, making the man's eyes light up with sincere happiness.

He's very clingy when the two of you spend time together. Thoma loves to lay his head on your lap and enjoy the way you gently touch his hair with your hands.

"Let's take a break today from our duties and spend this beautiful day together." He says, and you understand that he really missed you and your attention.

You nod tiredly but happily and lead the man into the living room, where you both sit on the couch.

"Okay. Then tell me about how Ayato-sama and Ayaka-sama are doing. I want to visit them when I have free time."

"They will be very glad to see you, honey." Thoma nods and wraps his arms around you, resting his head on your shoulder.

For now, the two of you can relax, enjoying each other's company, and later visit Ayaka and Ayato with your child.

[imonanotherlebel]

Could you write something a little smutty about best friend Jake 👀

Whispers in the Moonlight

Requested: Best friend Jake makes everyone go feral omg

Pairing: Jake x reader

Warnings : 18+, Minors DO NOT INTERACT! Suggestive content, mentions of alcohol, mentions of sex, fingering, fem receiving, does the devil's tango, possessive Jake, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (use protection!), smut ahead!

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Y/n's pov

*ding*

I checked my phone and there it was. As usual. The drunk posts.

Sunsuniscool- Out with the boys!

Jake and his friends have started this thing where they drink whenever one of them is feeling down. I wonder who it is today. Nevertheless, they all drink like they are heartbroken.

A few hours later.

*ding*

Sunsuniscool- Jake is sad :( AND WASTED

Why is he sad? They are drinking today because Jake is sad? But he is my best friend. Jake is the type of guy that tells me EVERYTHING. Should I text him?

No. I should wait until he is sober.

Literally 20 mins later

*call from Sunoo☀️*

Sunoo: Hey Y/n sorry to bother you at this time. *rumbles and groans in the background* Jake is so drunk. We can't control him. He keeps asking for you. *inaudible sounds*

Y/n: Send me your location. I'll come get you guys.

Sunoo: Yeonjun hyung said he is coming to get us. But Jake won't stop screaming, "I am not leaving!". And he keeps on drinking more.

Jake, in the background: y/n.... y/n is here?

Sunoo: *sigh* There he goes again. Y/n he always listens to you. Please tell him to stop drinking and let us carry him home. I'm giving him the phone, okay?

Jake: Hey babyyyy... I'm sowwyyy...

He slurred through the phone. Gosh. He's drunk.

Y/n: Hey yourself egghead! Stop playing around and let them take you home!

Jake: Owkay y/n.... Yes sir!

The effect of alcohol was evident in his voice. I hung up, sighing.

He called me baby.. I mean, he does once in a while, but this time, it was different... It did something to me and I like it.

There was something in his voice that was hard to wrap my head around... I was lost in my thoughts as minutes passed by. The movie was playing on my TV, no attention payed by me....

*knock*

The sudden knock on my door made me snap out of my thoughts. Who could it be at this time of the night?

Wait.

It can't be.

Right?

I practically sprinted to the door and looked through the peephole. Jake.

I'm used to having him crash at my place when he's drunk, but today. I feel like something is going to go wrong. Or right.

I opened the door.

"Oh hey y/n", he said giving his signature smile. His eyes were half closed, the influence of alcohol clearly visible in him.

"Jake", I said. That's it. I don't know what to say. He looks... Different.

"Can I come in y/n?", he asked his voice turning lower. His eyes meeting mine.

I stepped back, opening the door wider so he can come in.

He got in, closing the door carefully before locking it. He removed his jacket and the sweater, down to his white t-shirt. The air has something different in it today. I can feel it. It's got some tension in it and it made me feel a little.... uncomfortable....

He kept eye contact with me the whole time. His eyes had something dark about them today, and pain.

"You know for a guy who was wasted a couple of hours ago, you look pretty sturdy.", I said trying to regain my composure. He looks like he’s about to eat me alive damn.

"Is he better than me y/n?", he asked pain amplifying in his eyes. His eyes glossy from alcohol, but now that I see him close enough, He has cried... Oh why...

"Who, Jake?", I asked confused.

"What were you doing with that guy? Huh?", he asked further, not answering my question as I didn't answer his. He looked mad.

"With what guy, Jake? I don't know who or what you're talking about. I'm serious.", I genuinely answered.

He ran his fingers through his hair looking to the side, anger very evident in his behavior. "Come on y/n, you know who I'm talking about!" He cupped my face with some force using both his hands, but still gentle enough not to hurt me. "Today. At college. I saw you with Him. You said you had something important to do. Meeting him was the important thing?" He asked veins in his eyes red with emotions. His voice was shaky and cracking mid sentence. Now that he is so close, I can smell his perfume mixed with alcohol.

" J-jake. Jake you're drunk. And I don't know why you're acting like this. And I- I don't know who you're talking about.", I said struggling to find my words. Okay, I've lied.

Can I be honest? I have liked Jake for a while now, more than a friend. But I’m unsure of his feelings. I might have fucked things up today trying to make him jealous at college today. I didn't think he'd get this upset. I almost had forgotten about it if I'm being honest.

Jake took a step closer, his gaze intense. "Matthew. Is he better than me? Why was he so close to you, huh? I saw the way he was looking at you!"

I hesitated, unsure of where this conversation was heading. "Jake, you're my best friend. No one can replace you."

He let out a bitter chuckle. "Best friend, huh? Is that all I am?"

I could sense the vulnerability beneath his intoxicated state. This wasn't just about Matthew; there was something more significant bothering him.

"I didn't mean it like that."

"Did you guys hook up, uh?", he asked looking to a side smiling bitterly.

"No! no Jakey you've got it all wrong. He is only a friend, we were only-"

"Well he definitely thinks you guys are more than that.", he said bitterly. "At lunch, I heard his friends talking about how you two are such a perfect match. And then I saw you with that fucker. Did he fuck you, y/n?"

The room grew even more tense as Jake's accusations hung in the air. I could see the pain etched on his face, and my heart sank at the realization that my attempt to make him jealous had backfired.

"Jake, please listen. Nothing happened with Matthew. He's just a friend," I emphasized, hoping to break through the fog of alcohol and misunderstandings. "Nothing happened between Matthew and me.", I pleaded, trying to diffuse the mounting tension.

Jake's gaze softened momentarily, but the anger lingered. "I don't know what's happening, Y/n. I just... I saw you with him, and it hurt. It hurt more than it should have."

"Jake, what's really going on?", I asked.

He sighed, running his hand through his disheveled hair. "I messed up, Y/n. Big time."

I frowned, concern deepening. "What happened?"

He looked at me, his eyes searching for something. "I... I told Sunoo that I liked someone. Someone I shouldn't."

My mind raced, trying to piece together the puzzle. "Who, Jake? You can tell me."

He hesitated before finally uttering a name, "You, Y/n. I like you."

The admission hung in the air, catching me off guard. The alcohol had surely loosened his inhibitions, but his sincerity was undeniable. I felt a mix of emotions – surprise, confusion, relief, and a hint of realization.

"I didn't mean for this to happen," Jake continued, avoiding my gaze. "I didn't want to ruin our friendship, but I can't keep pretending."

I took a moment to absorb his words, realizing the significance of the situation. The air became thicker, the tension palpable. What was I supposed to say? That I've always loved him too? Or that he looks so sexy right now. I should not be thinking that right now!

Before I could gather my thoughts, Jake looked up, his eyes pleading for some form of response. The silence between us was both awkward and charged with unspoken emotions.

"Jake, let's talk about this when you're sober," I suggested, trying to buy some time to process everything.

He sighed, releasing my face from his grip. "I don't know, Y/n. Everything's just messed up right now."

I couldn't deny the intensity of the moment or the fact that Jake's confession had stirred something within me. Before I could formulate a response, Jake closed the distance between us, his lips capturing mine in a desperate, almost urgent kiss. The kiss was a mixture of frustration, passion, and a desperate attempt to make sense of the chaos.

For a moment, time seemed to stand still. The weight of his feelings and the lingering taste of alcohol on his lips mixed in a cocktail of emotions. It was a kiss filled with longing, uncertainty, and a hint of regret.

As we pulled away, the room felt charged with a new kind of energy. Our eyes locked, and the unspoken conversation continued. Jake's gaze searched mine for a reaction, and I found myself grappling with the sudden shift in dynamics.

"Jake," I began, my voice a whisper, "we need to talk about this."

"Do you like me too?"

"Yes"

"Then?"

"I don't know"

"No for fuck's sake y/n! I want you! Fuck, I wanna leave marks all over you neck so that fucker will know who you belong to. I want to be the only one who loves you, who can fuck you."

"Jake, you might regret this tomorrow, you're drunk-", he cut me mid sentence kissing me once more, this time hungrily. I melted into the kiss, our lips moving in perfect sync.

His kisses moved, leaving wet kisses all over my chin to my jawline and down my neck until he settled at my collarbone, sucking on it slowly. His hand travelled to my waist, pulling me closer towards his body. I bit my lips, whimpering, trying to hide my moans which were threatening to leave my lips any moment.

"So tell me baby, will you let me fuck you so good?", he asked breathing heavily, need and dominance evident in his tone.

"What happened to 'I like you, will you be my girlfriend?' ", I asked chuckling.

"I said that. I told you that I liked you. You said you like me too. I think we can skip the go on a few dates before you fuck rule. What do you think?", he asked lust filled in his tone as it only became lower and lower.

"Good point"

"So what do you say y/n? Will you let me fuck you?", he asked smirking.

"Yes", I said pulling his face with both my hands, crashing my lips into his lips. Fuck I want him so bad.

He kissed me sloppily as he guided me to the nearest wall, pushing me against it. His hands roamed my body making me moan into the kiss.

He started kissing my neck and something in me let loose as I let out a moan. I could feel him smirking into my skin. I was holding my moans in as his hand moved down the side of my hip to my thigh, grabbing it tight. He then lifted my leg holding it against his as his other hand pulled me even closer to his body. His actions came to a halt as he looked at me, letting my leg back down.

"Jump" He said making every part of my body heat up.

I did as he told me, wrapping my legs around him as he carried me into my room. I held onto him for dear life, but the ride was short as he soon entered my room and threw me onto the bed. He took a step back and smirked.

"Damn baby, I've dreamt of this moment a hundred times. How are you so fucking hot?", he asked sexily, filled with love.

"Only for you Jakey", I said making doe eyes at him, working him up even more than he is already.

"Fuck." he exclaimed as he quickly removed his t-shirt and dived into me, immediately kissing me with the same passion and hunger as a moment ago. My hands found itself on his toned body, the warmth making my core tingle.

I moved my hands along his back and his toned arms, this felt like heaven. He pulled back, pulling me with him, I was now seated on the bed while he was kneeling.

"I know I asked this in the heat of the moment y/n, but really, are you okay? Are you okay with what's about to happen? Because if you're uncomfortable, I can totally understand y/n. I don't want you to do anything you don't want to d-"

"Jakey. I like you too. I want you."

"Oh thank god!" he said smiling as he dived back into me. Embracing me with love as he started kissing me everywhere his lips could find. He swiftly removed my T-shirt and bra, his left hand eagerly finding one of my breasts as his other hand pulled my face into yet another heated kiss.

Soon his hands were roaming my whole body, touching me softly yet so hard, making each place he touch burn oh so sweetly. His hand moved lower and lower and so did his kisses. After taking his sweet time kissing and sucking my nipples, he started kissing my belly, leaving hickeys all over it.

"Mmmm Jake." , I whimpered.

His hands found my shorts and looked at me once more as he gripped my hips. His eyes met mine, asking the same question; Are you ready? I rolled my hips towards him, biting my lip.

"Fuck", he said as he quickly removed my shorts, leaving me in my panties.

His hand moved to my clit, rubbing me through my underwear. I let out whimpers, as my eyed rolled to the back of my head. He groaned in satisfaction.

"Damn baby you're soaking." He moaned out and ripped them off.

"Hey! I liked those you know?", I screamed out surprised at his eagerness.

"Don't worry baby, I will buy you hundreds of them.", he said smirking and then his eyes moved to my pussy. "Wow baby, how is everything about you so fucking sexy?", he said as he moved down holding my hips in place.

He slowly started placing wet kisses down my thighs, moving closer and closer to his target. He quickly reached his destination and buried his face in between my legs.

He started pressing small kisses on my pussy and on my pussy lips, incoherent words coming out of his lips every now and then. Then he started to leave kitten licks through my folds making me moan shamelessly.

"Such a needy little girl y/n? Tell me y/n, tell me what you want?"

"I want you to eat me out Jakeyyy.. I need you pleaseee."

He quickly got to work between my folds, licking me hungrily. One of his fingers slowly entered my pussy, making me let out whimper after whimper.

"You taste so fucking good baby. So delicious for me."

"Oh fuck Jakey don't stop", I moaned out as he slowly started pumping his finger in and out of my wet pussy, His tongue expertly licking my clit. He moaned at my whimpers, making vibrations run through every nerve ending down there. He entered another finger and increased his pace.

"Will you cum for me, baby?", Jake asked sensing that I am close to my high by the increased pitch of my moans. I nodded my head madly as he was right. I am so close. He kept fucking me with his fingers, as he licked my clit so so well. It hit me like a tidal wave, making my eyes roll back and making me see white. I screamed in pleasure as the continued licking and fingering me, helping me ride out my first orgasm of the night.

"Breathe, baby", he said as he stopped his movements. I caught up with my breath as my heart started to calm down. I was calmed down enough to notice the bulge in his pants.

I sat back up and started reaching for his zipper, but he stopped me, holding my hand still.

"Today is about you baby. Let me make you feel good. Plus, I want to feel you around me now baby, I can't wait any longer.", He whispered, looking into my eyes. His lips and chin still glistening from my wetness.

Oh my god. He is so hot; shirtless, his hair sticking on his forehead here and there from the sweat, lips plump and red, eyes so full of hunger and love.

He started removing his pants, soon removing his boxers as well, letting his full length spring free. He was long and hard, with a good amount of girth. Damn, good thing he fingered me. Even with all that prep I still doubt if I can take it all.

"What's with the face pretty?"

"That is not gonna fit", I said pointing at his dick.

"I think we can make it work", he said smiling as he pushed me onto my back again, quickly getting on top of me. He pumped himself a couple of times before lining himself up with my entrance.

He spread my legs apart further and with one hand, guided his tip to move along my folds a few times. I couldn't help but roll my hips at the soft friction.

"Damn baby stay still", he said holding my hips down. He then started to enter into me, Little by little.

"Ohhh fuuuckk!", I screamed out as he went all in, stretching me out to the max, making my insides burn deliciously.

"Tell me when you're ready baby", Jake said as he gave me some time to get used to the size. I nodded slowly. Taking a few breaths as moving my hips around slowly till I fount the most comfortable spot. When I was ready I slowly moaned out "Move, Jakey".

He slowly started to move in and out of me, turning the stinging sensation into pure pleasure. Soon enough, his pace became quicker and quicker.

"Fuck baby this is all I've ever dreamt of and more. Will you be a good girl and take my dick, baby?", Jake moaned out as he fucked me out raw.

"Yes Jakey. I'm gonna take you so good.", I moaned out rolling my hips with him, our bodies finding the perfect rhythm. I'm in heaven.

"I am the only one who can fuck you till you cry, right y/n?", He said his voice low and raspy with dominance. Oh he possessive already. It makes me clench around him earning a moan from him.

"Yes. Oh fuck. Faster Jake!", I screamed out in pleasure as the familiar knot in my stomach was starting to grow tighter.

His pace increased, fucking me fast and passionately. Kissing me wherever his lips could find. My nails dug into his back as I felt my climax come closer and closer. I felt his dick twitch inside of me.

"I'm close Jake! Oh god!", I moaned out.

"Me too baby me too.", he moaned back as his pace turned sloppier and faster.

He moved at a machine like speed making my mind turn hazy and foggy. "Cum for me baby, clench around me y/n. Cum for me."

"Oh fuuuuckk!", I screamed out in pleasure, seeing stars as my orgasm washed over me. He continued to fuck me, making me ride out my orgasm and immediately I felt the warmth of his liquid coating my insides. It made me clench around him, milking every drop out of him. His head moved back in pleasure as he slowly came to a halt, collapsing onto me.

We just stayed like that for a few minutes, slowly gaining our senses breath after breath.

"That was the best moment of my life!" Jake exclaimed, smiling. Showing his puppy like smile to me, coming back to his usual self.

"Me too.", I said smiling back.

"Oh My God!", he said looking down to where we were still connected and back at me, his eyes wide with fear. He quickly pulled out of me.

"Owch! What?", I asked wincing at the sensitiveness.

"I forgot to wear a condom!", he screeched out.

"Haven't you heard of a birth control pill, you silly?", I said smiling. "A condom would have been better though", I added.

"Oh thank god. I don't want to get you pregnant until you're ready. You've told me, you wanted to graduate and start earning and the build a family someday.", He said, smiling, stroking my hair after laying beside me.

"You remembered.", I said smiling, happy at the thought of him remembering every detail about me.

"So y/n...", he started softly.

"Hmmm?"

"Will you be my girlfriend?", he asked nervously.

"Yes, you silly. I have always liked you, you oblivious egghead!", I said smacking his head playfully.

He pulled me into his embrace, sighing in content as he kissed my forehead.

"I love you Jakey", I whispered, genuinely happy that my long time crush and the person I've trusted and loved the most is finally my boyfriend.

"I love you more y/n"

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This is my first fic on tumblr. Forgive me if I've not hit the spot or if this isn't good enough. I'm happy to write for you anytime! <3

[sebuckyverse]

for a good time, call [4]

modern!rockstar!eddie munson x fem!reader

series summary: Eddie Munson is a burnt out rockstar, touring the country. When he finds a phone number written on a bathroom wall, he strikes an unusual friendship with a coffee shop barista who has no idea who he is.

warnings: 18+ cussing, m!masturbation, dirty talk, flirting, self-doubt, misunderstandings, mutual pining, angst, strangers to friends to lovers word count: 5,2k

an: the penultimate chapter!! i'm sorry for... the ending mwahaha, i love pain y'all know that. anyway i hope you like it as always, pls let me know. don't forget to reblog babes! <3

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chapter four ♫♪♩·.¸¸

Eddie's in New York. He loves this city, the one that never sleeps. It's so different from Hawkins. New York is fast paced, bustling crowds full of people rushing to wherever they were going. Eddie feels like he blends in, no one pays attention to him because they don't have the time typically. The past two weeks have been quick, time is flying by with the end of the year in sight. Eddie's been busy too. Besides his usual routine of touring, he's been silently seeking new management. He's had a couple meetings with potential new managers, under the radar of course. They were both successful, he'd say. But there was one woman who he really liked. She was a bit older, in her 40s maybe, but she was smart, experienced and compassionate when Eddie talked about his professional struggles with his current team. She kind of reminded him of his mom, too...

The two shows they have in Madison Square Garden start tomorrow and to be honest, he feels bittersweet about it. This is literally his dream coming true, both shows have been nearly sold out too. While he's extremely grateful to be playing at one of the biggest stages, he feels guilt and shame, it's been gnawing his stomach the moment they arrived in the city last night. He didn't get much sleep over it, either, and he gave up trying when the sun first peeked out from the horizon.

It's only a little after 7am, when he takes a walk through the concrete jungle, walking past the Garden with the Empire State Building looming behind it. He's in comfortable clothes - light blue jeans, ripped at the left knee and right thigh, a simple grey hoodie pulled over his head, with his hair in a low bun underneath and his signature jean vest pulled on top, rocking a pair of white high top sneakers on his feet. And since it was early morning and he wasn't in work mode yet, he had his glasses on. Round shaped with thick, clear rims. From his left pocket, he pulls out his phone and finally dials the number he's been avoiding like the plague.

''Eddie? Is that you, son?'' Wayne's voice shoots out after a couple of rings.

''Yeah, it's me.'' Eddie sighs, thankful he was outside as he could already feel his chest tightening. ''Before you say anything, j-just let me explain, please.''

Wayne doesn't say anything and Eddie takes a deep breath before letting go, ''I've been stupid and selfish. I've let other people control me and my life for so long now, when I should've been the one in charge. I thought I knew what I was doing, but I trusted the wrong people. I pushed you away because you were the only sensible thing I had left and I didn't want you to see the loser I had become. Unbeknownst to them, someone has helped me see the things a bit more clearly. I'm still figuring some stuff out, but I just wanted you to know that I'm really fucking sorry and I miss you.''

He feels like a ton has been lifted off his shoulders. Eddie sniffs and clears his throat. It takes Wayne a minute to process, so he just keeps walking in silence.

''First of all, you're not stupid. You're young and making mistakes is part of growing up. Now I would have appreciated if you had figured things out sooner, but I'm glad you did. I didn't want to push too much, I knew you needed to fight your way out of this yourself. I've been keeping tabs on you, some kids showed me the way around a computer.'' Wayne chuckles and it makes Eddie huff along, too. ''I miss you too, son. You're the furthest thing from a failure, Ed, and I'm very proud of you. You're a brilliant young man, I need you to remember that.''

Eddie swallows thickly, fixing his glasses. ''You're the one I look up to, so whatever I may be - it all came from you.''

''Oh, I don't know about any of that,'' his uncle drawls, ''you were always independent, looked out for yourself. I was just there when you needed me.''

''I always need you. I'm in New York right now, we're playing the Garden... Like I always wanted,'' Eddie says, his voice getting quieter.

''What's the matter then? You don't sound too happy about it.''

''No, I am,'' Eddie defended, ''It's just weird without you here, I guess I always pictured it differently. I was thinking - maybe I could fly you out for a show?''

''I'd like that. Not tomorrow though, I'm working,'' Wayne replied and Eddie smiled to himself, blinking away the (happy) tears that threatened to fall.

''That's fine, the day after tomorrow then? It's two shows.''

''Sounds like a plan.''

''Shit, okay. Let me work out some details and I'll text you later?''

''That's fine, Ed. Listen, I'm thrilled that you called but duty calls. I have used up all of my smoke break minutes for today,'' Wayne joked.

''Yeah, okay.'' Eddie chuckled. ''I'll see you in two days, then.''

''Two days,'' his uncle confirmed.

They said their goodbyes and Eddie hung up, unable to process what just happened. He mentally kicked himself for not doing this sooner, he would have felt a lot better a long time ago. With a lot more prep in his step, Eddie googled the nearest coffee shop. He needed the caffeine for today and his stomach was grumbling, he left the hotel way before breakfast was served. After following the instructions his phone told him, he arrived in front of a corner shop with. He stood in front of it, hesitating. Is this were you worked at? What would he do if you did? He could already see a girl behind the counter - was that you? He had no idea what you looked like. Would he recognize you by just your voice? Only one way to find out.

He pulled the door open and stepped inside, the smell of freshly brewed coffee and warm bread hitting him in a wave.

''Good morning,'' the girl behind the counter cheered. She sounded similar, sure, but he couldn't tell 100%.

''Uh, hi.'' Eddie stepped closer to the counter, pretending to look around.

''What can I get- oh, it's you.'' the girl gasped and Eddie froze. ''You're Eddie, right?'' she whispered.

Oh shit, was this it? Was it you? He didn't feel like it was you. He had a special feeling whenever he talked to you, which you two had been doing almost every day now. He had started feeling shitty about not coming clean about who he was, you had opened up so much already, when he had only given you crumbs. You didn't seem to mind though, or if you did you didn't show it.

''Yeah..'' Eddie blinked, playing with his glasses, his hands shaking a little bit.

''Wow, you're really cool. I saw you and your band live a few weeks ago. You're great!'' she said coolly, a polite smile on her face.

Eddie smile back politely, hiding his disappointment. It wasn't you, obviously. He was stupid to think he'd find you at the very first coffee shop he set his foot in. ''Oh, thank you. I'm glad you enjoyed it.''

''Yeah, I have to admit I wasn't a fan before, but my girlfriend dragged me along. Anyway, I actually really liked it, so...''

''Hey, that's cool. Anyway,'' he cleared his throat, ''you got any good coffee?''

''Oh, for sure. Here or to go? What kind of coffee would you like?''

Eddie gave his order and she typed away on her screen. Black coffee, medium size, two sugars, to go. His empty stomach also didn't go unnoticed. ''Got any pastry recommendations?''

''Sweet or savoury?'' the girl asked, sliding his cup towards him on the counter, topping it with a lid.

''I'm not sure. Sweet maybe?'' Eddie cocked his head, looking at the display of shiny golden bread in front of him.

''I'd recommend the chocolate croissant or the almond buttercream eclair. The croissant is our most popular one, but the eclair is my friends favorite.''

''I'll go with the eclair then,'' he decided, pulling out his wallet and digging for some cash.

The girl packed his pastry in a box and placed it on the counter next to his coffee. Eddie threw her a twenty, even though his bill was 11 dollars. ''Keep the change. You've been most helpful...''

''Robin,'' she finished.

''Robin, thank you. Hope to see you at another show!''

Eddie walked the long way back to the hotel, sipping his coffee and munching on his eclair. Both of which were incredible, by the way. He figured he'd go back if he had the time. When he got back to his room, he had finished the food and took the last sip of coffee, throwing it in the empty basket under the desk.

.•♫•♬•

You were out of the city, in Brooklyn, near Brighton Beach where your parents lived. You had taken four days off work to come dog sit your parents dog while they went on a 3-night spa getaway. You were walking Dolly, your parents' 4 year old French bulldog, through the all familiar streets of where you grew up. There was a farmers' market in town, so you headed there, Dolly leading the way. You picked up vegetables for a soup you were making later, some herbs and a whole bag of kiwis.

Making your way back to your parents' house, your mind drifted to where it always was these days, Eddie. You'd been speaking for a while now, and there was an itch at the back of your mind. You were holding back the urge to google him. It was natural, you though, you could then easily put a face to the voice you had been speaking with. Any normal person would hop straight on the internet when they find out they're talking to a celebrity, right?

You didn't want to be that girl, but you did wonder what kind of relationship you had with him. It's been what, like a month, you went from complete strangers to friends, to him coaxing you to an orgasm over the phone, to... what? You couldn't call him just a friend anymore, it felt more than that. Friends don't have phone sex, either. You had feelings for him, romantic ones. They were simmering, like hot soup under a lid. You didn't want to bring it up first too, asking the age old question - what are we? That would scare him off for sure.

You got back to the house just before it started drizzling rain. You removed your coat, hat and gloves then cleaned Dolly up and let her roam the house. You grabbed your purchases and made your way to the kitchen, where your phone was charging on the island. You saw that you had a message from Robin, multiple messages actually. You grabbed the device and unlocked it, swiping through her messages.

11.52am - Robin ''OMG you have no idea who I met this morning!''

11.52am - Robin ''I would call you but we're so busy today, I'm literally peeing right now so I could text you.''

11.52am - Robin ''EDDIE MUNSON was here, I can't believe it. I texted Cherry too, she's been here since 8am. Said she's gonna be here all day in the off chance he comes back. She wants a pic.''

11.52am - Robin ''Anyway, he's from that band we saw about a month ago. Really sexy up close!!''

You blinked, staring at the screen. You were only focused on two words, a name really. Eddie Munson... From a band. A musician, then. Your heart thumped in your chest. Was it him? You didn't really believe in silly coincidences. Finally breaking, you quickly pulled up the search bar and googled the name. A ton of pictures, videos, news articles popped up. You only intended on looking at pictures, you didn't mean to look at the news articles. But once you started, you fell down the rabbit hole, unable to get out.

Corroded Coffin star Eddie Munson seen leaving restaurant with Victoria's Secret model.

'Eddie Munson snorted coke off my ass' ex-girlfriend Madeline claims!

Corroded Coffin frontman leaving band? Manager denies claim!

You read through multiple articles, all accompanied with pictures of him. A woman next to him in every photo, tall, skinny, perfect skin. You didn't concentrate too much on the women, otherwise you'd only hurt your own feelings. You looked at him, marveling at different angles taken of him on stage, his long wild hair flipping in the air.

''Oh shit,'' you gasped as you remembered a few weeks ago, when he first called you. You had walked by a poster of him without even knowing who it was. But looking at the pictures on your phone, you knew it was your Eddie. You felt it in your bones.

You went to Youtube and searched his name there too. You noticed a late night interview he had done, uploaded just last week. You clicked on it and watched the whole thing. You felt strange watching him like this. He wasn't just some faceless fantasy you had developed feelings for, he was real. He talked animatedly with the host, talking about their tour.

''Yeah, we're super excited. Very grateful to be playing Madison Square Garden next week, two shows. It's wild.''

Madison Square Garden? New York? Next week - this week, then? This was the first time you were hearing about any of this. It was already the middle of the week. You went to Instagram, searched up Corroded Coffins account (surprisingly, you didn't find Eddie's personal account) and clicked on it. There was a new picture uploaded, just an hour ago. Eddie was standing in front of the arena's entrance, his back facing the camera. And there he was, in your city, without telling you.

You took a deep breath. It's fine, it's only the afternoon. He's probably busy. You followed the account and looked through their stories. There was a reposted story of someone else's, it was a picture of a girl holding two tickets. What caught you off guard, however, was the caption of the photo.

''Thanks for the VIP tickets Eddie! Can't wait to see you tonight!!''

Then you noticed the girl's username and it seemed familiar. It clicked to you that it was the same Madeline you read about earlier, his ex then.

Your stomach dropped. He hasn't mentioned anything to you about being in New York, but invites his ex to go see him, probably backstage too. God knows if they were even broken up, you certainly wouldn't know. You felt betrayed, stupid for not being cautious enough. You believed every word he had said, never having a reason to doubt he might be lying about anything. Were you just some distraction for him? Was he just pulling you along because he was bored? Maybe this is why he was hesitant to reveal who he was, maybe he was scared you would find out who he was and catch on to him.

Just as you felt tears of frustration pool in your eyes, he texted you, almost like he could sense something was wrong.

13.01pm - Eddie ''Hey Kiwi girl, how are you? Miss you!''

Frustrated that he could still make your stomach turn upside down, you called Robin instead.

''Hey babe, called at just the right time, I just went on lunch. It's a madhouse today. Did you see what I texted you by the way?'' Robin rambled on the other side.

''Yeah.. I know him.''

''What? No, you don't. You don't listen to that kind of music.''

''Rob, I know him. He's the guy I've been texting,'' you admitted.

''What?!'' she shrieked. ''When? How?''

You sighed, dropping onto the living room couch, bringing your legs underneath you. ''I just found out myself. He told me his name was Eddie and that he was a musician but that's all I knew. I just put the pieces together when you texted.''

''That's insane!'' Robin replied, her words muffled as she was crunching on something. ''Are you going to meet him, then? Are they playing a show?''

''Yeah, tomorrow. He didn't even tell me he was coming, though...''

''Really? That's strange. I thought you said you liked him.''

''Yeah, I do! I don't think he feels the same,'' you swallowed the lump in your throat. ''I found out he sent his ex some tickets though.''

''No fucking way,'' your best friend noted.

''Way.''

''Maybe it's all just a misunderstanding,'' she offered tenderly.

''Pff, or maybe it was too good to be true. Maybe I was an idiot, like always.''

''Hey! You are not an idiot. If everything you said is true then he is a scumbag and I'm on your side, always. I can let Cherry know, too. She'll probably pepper spray him the next time she sees him.''

''I don't condone that, but thanks,'' you chuckled, picking at the woolly fabric of the armrest.

''What if you just asked him about it?''

''I don't know,'' you dragged out the words, letting Dolly hop on the couch and snuggle up to you. ''What makes you think he'd tell the truth?''

''Would he have a reason to lie?'' she asked.

''No? I'm not sure.''

''See - that's why you have to find out! You don't even know what's going on but you're already jumping to conclusions. That's not fair to him either.''

''Why do you always have to make so much sense?'' you sighed, feeling guilty that you had assumed things too quickly. Maybe she was right, Eddie had mentioned things being written about him in the tabloids. Most of the times, the media grasps onto any straw they can, whether it be true or false. You couldn't allow yourself to fall into that trap. ''So I just tell him I figured out who he is?''

''Might as well. How long can you guys keep this anonymity up, anyway.''

''That's true,'' you quipped, deep in thought. ''What did he order today, by the way?''

.•♫•♬•

Eddie was nervous. He sent you that text five hours ago and you had yet to reply. You hadn't even opened it. It's unusual for you to not reply for this long, Eddie was starting to get worried. Had something happened to you? He's been trying to buy plane tickets for Wayne for about an hour now, without luck as he keeps getting distracted. He decided to take a break when he typed in his email address incorrectly, three times. He had a list of things he was supposed to get done today, but so far he had managed to do nothing. He needed to pick out an outfit for tomorrow's show, he had to ask someone to get him a new pair of contacts because he lost his, get tickets for Wayne obviously.

Just as he was about to send you another text, you called him. He picked up instantly.

''Y/N, hey. I was getting worried.''

''Sorry, I was... I was actually ignoring you.''

Confused, Eddie sat up straighter. ''Why? Did I do something wrong, did I say something to upset you?''

''No, it's actually what you didn't do,'' you sing-songed in response. ''Enjoy that eclair today, Eddie?''

Time stilled, the Earth ceased rotating, Eddie stopped breathing. ''H-how do you know about that?''

''My best friend Robin told me,'' you said matter-of-factly. Eddie almost dropped his phone. This wasn't happening. Robin? Rob!? He couldn't believe he didn't put two and two together this morning, even as it was staring at him right in the face. He was there, where you worked. He talked to your best friend. Eddie felt like he was in that movie The Lakehouse, where the two characters were at the same place, but at a different time.

''You didn't tell me you were playing at the Garden tomorrow,'' you teased him but he could also hear the note of sadness.

''I'm sorry,'' he blurted out, ''I meant to tell you, I swear! It's just... You're so good and I didn't think you would be interested in me, apart from this,'' he gestured to the phone as if somehow you could see it, but you still seemed to catch on.

''Oh, Eddie. That's not true. Look, I can't lie to you. I did google you after Robin called me and said that the famous Eddie Munson came by.''

Not gonna lie, his full name sounded heavenly coming from you. He was relieved, mostly, that now you knew everything. He didn't have to hold back anymore.

''And I saw some things, for sure. Did you really snort cocaine off of someone's ass?''

''Oh my fucking God,'' he groaned, rubbing his eyes tiredly. ''That is the worst rumor I've ever heard about myself. I definitely didn't, you can trust me on that.''

''Okay,'' you giggled and Eddie felt lighter already. ''But, um, would you like to meet, then? It's okay if you don't, there's-''

''Yes.''

''Oh, okay, good,'' now you were the one who sounded nervous, breathing uneven into the microphone.

''Can you come to the show tomorrow? I'd see you right fucking now if I could, but today won't work out for me. I can put your name on a list, you just say it at the door and they'll let you in.''

''Yeah, I can do that.''

He smiled, biting his bottom lip. ''Can't wait, sweetheart.''

''If you think you're off the hook that easy, Eddie Munson, think again.''

Wiped that smile right off his face.

''What are you doing right now?'' you asked.

''Uh, nothing, just at my hotel room.''

''Good, can you lay down on the bed for me, pretty boy?''

Shit.

Eddie followed your command and laid down, resting his head against the soft pillows, his legs splayed wide on the bed.

''Now I want you to take out your cock and stroke it 'til it's hard,'' you instructed, voice smooth as honey. ''I saw pictures of you, you're real pretty, Eds.''

Eddie whimpered at the compliment, his cheeks flushing. He switched his phone so he could push his sweatpants down, just enough so he could free his already half hard member. Spitting in his hand, he wrapped his fist around himself, pulling on it slowly, smearing his spit all over the head.

''Such a good boy, I can already hear it. Does that feel good?''

''Y-yeah,'' Eddie's hips bucked as he ran his fist up and down, gripping tightly at the base and then running back up again, brushing his thumb over the slit, pre-cum dripping.

''Keep going, tell me how good it feels.''

''So good,'' his chest heaving, bolts of pleasure shooting up his veins, he continued to pump himself. ''Wish it was your hand instead, o-or your mouth or pussy, fuck.''

''What about my ass, Eddie? Would you fuck my asshole too if I asked?''

''Jesusss...''

''Tell me when you're close,'' you moaned out, just to stir him on.

''I'm about two seconds away from busting.''

''Stop!'' you barked.

''What? What happened?''

''Oh, you don't get to cum. Take that as your punishment,'' your evil laugh ranged through the phone.

''Fuck, you're mean,'' he groaned, fisting the sheets below him to stop himself from going back to his cock. ''I hope this isn't too forward, but I'm going to fuck the shit out of you tomorrow.''

.•♫•♬•

The day is here, finally you would meet Eddie. This whole thing has been fast, you admit, it's only been a month or so. Somehow that didn't scare you, like you thought it might. You were buzzing with excitement, even a little nauseous. You were a little anxious as well, it always made your tummy sensitive, so you had a small breakfast that morning.

Robin had agreed to come watch Dolly while you were away, probably dragging Cherry along, too. The day seemed to drag on and on. Robin promised to be there an hour before you had to leave to hype you up - that's what she said.

You didn't sleep last night, thinking how tonight will go. You weren't so much nervous to meet him, you already know what he looks like, who he is. What tugged at the back of your mind was, what would he think of you. You didn't look anything like the girls he had been pictured with. You didn't think you were ugly either, you were just... you. Would you be enough?

When you decide it was time to get ready, you showered and shaved every inch of your body, Eddie's promise last night very fresh in your mind, still. Since you didn't expect to go to a rock concert tonight, your outfit would have to do with whatever you packed. You were torn between a skirt or pants. Figuring the atmosphere would most likely be.. heavy, you went with the safe option of your black jeans. You matched them with a graphic tee, paired with shiny black Dr. Martens boots. Make up simple, as again, you didn't prepare for this and didn't have time to make a stop at home - mascara, some powder, a nude gloss.

Robin knocked on the front door just as you were screwed the cap back on your lipgloss. You let her in, Cherry following behind just as you thought. ''You look bomb, but just so you know, I would much rather be at the show than babysit some smushed face baby seal.''

As if Cherry had blown a dog whistle, Dolly appeared from the living room and trotted right up to her. ''Oh, hiii.''

You rolled your eyes in amusement. ''Your girlfriend is weird.''

Robin pulled you into a hug. ''She's just upset she can't go to the show. But I told her we're helping with the love story of the century and she caved. Cherry loves love.''

''Don't be dramatic,'' you huffed.

You walked Robin through the basics about Donna, what and how much to feed her, when she wants to go outside. Cherry was meanwhile busy rubbing baby seal's belly.

You slipped on your jacket and said your goodbyes, Robin wishing you good luck and hopped in your car. The drive back only took about 20 minutes, but it was enough time to fill your body with nerves. It took a few minutes to find a parking space, but you were lucky as you found one pretty close to the building. People were already lined up, but it looked like the line was moving at a normal pace, the doors were already open. You followed in line with others, seeing the entrance up ahead, Corroded Coffin's name on the billboard above it in big bold letters. You got to the front considerably quickly, the security guard asking for your ticket.

''Um, I'm supposed to be on the list, I think.'' You told him your name and the guy scanned his tablet, then nodded and let you through after taking a quick glance at your crossbody purse.

The floor was open plan, seating only on the upper floors. You made your way somewhere to the left hand side, as the first floor was already full of people. It was a bit far, but you could still see the stage. The microphones were already lined up, drum set at the back of the stage. It was 5 minutes until the opening act, when you got a text.

21.55pm - Eddie ''Are you here?''

21.56pm - Y/N ''Yes.''

21.56pm - Eddie ''What are you wearing? ;)''

21.56pm - Y/N ''Idiot.''

After a couple minutes, the lights went out and the opening act took to the stage, to a lukewarm reception. The band was alright, you guessed, you had never heard of them obviously. You bobbed your head to some of the songs, even took a few pictures. The set went by quick and now you only had to wait 30 more minutes for the main act, to the one you were here for.

By the time it was time for the main event, more people had filled the arena and now you were pretty squished, girls and guys on every side of you. You squeezed past some people, looking for more room at the back. You found a big enough space and settled there. The lights went out again and this time, the crowd roared. Music started playing and the drummer came out first, followed by three other guys a minute later. There he was, in all of his glory, guitar strapped over his shoulder. He smirked at the crowd and hit the first note on his guitar, followed by the high pitch eruption of women in the audience.

The show started, and though this music was not your prefered genre, you were absolutely mesmerized. Eddie's stage presence was magnetic, he owned the the entire arena. All eyes were on him as he strummed different notes and flipped his hair around, screaming, singing and even moaning into the microphone. People yelled, jumped, pushed around. Not to mention the mosh pit in the middle of the floor.

As Eddie sang the songs, his eyes kept looking around. Was he looking for you? You wanted to scoot closer, but it was impossible. The crowd was wild even at the back, you couldn't even imagine what was happening at the barricade.

They played for more than an hour. As the show came to a close, you clapped and cheered just like everybody else. He was amazing, the band was amazing. They all bowed, the bassist threw his picks at the girls in front of him. Eddie thanked the audience, his voice tired and raspy and so sexy. ''Hey Kiwi girl, come find me.''

You blushed, though nobody knew he was talking about you. You waited a while, watching the crowd slowly pushing out, before you had any room to made to the front. You made it to the barricade and and called another security guard over.

''Hi, I think I'm supposed to go backstage.'' You told him your name and that you had an invite from Eddie himself. He took a sceptic look at you and spoke something into his walkie talkie before ushering you closer and helping you over the railing.

He asked you to follow him and lead the way from the stage through a door, into a long corridor. Your ears were ringing from the loud music and your heart was doing flips. ''It's the last door to the left.''

You thanked the guard and he left. You took a deep breath and walked to the door, raising your hand to know, but the door flew open before you had the chance.

''Oh, sorry. Are you looking for someone?'' a guy, who you recognized as the drummer, asked. His face was all sweaty and he was holding a towel in his hand. There was commotion coming from the room and you looked over his shoulder, your breath hitching as you saw Eddie sitting on a sofa.

But he wasn't alone, far from it. Sitting next to him was the same girl, Madeline, her arms on his shoulders. Kissing him.

.•♫•♬•

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Upon request, today we have the fifth part to our college/university rec list. If you'd like to check out the first several parts, you can find part one here, part two here, part three here, and part four here. Please be sure to like and reblog this post to help spread the word. Happy reading!

1) I Can't Get You Off My Mind (I Still Crave It) | Mature | 4,531 words

"You're an idiot," It was Lya's time to interrupt. "Why would you want another guy when you already have yours? Don't you ever get tired of those silly games?" "It is different!," Louis defended himself again, mouth open. "How come it is different?," Lya asked again. "I love Harry," it was easy like breathing. "He's the love of my life, I'm going to marry him," Louis looked around, until his eyes looked with Harry's, glossy and vibrant. "That guy was just a hook."

2) Azaleas Where Your Face Should Be | Explicit | 5,626 words

Note: This fic is locked and can only be read by AO3 users.

Harry and Louis having some sexy time and some sappy time and sometimes both at the same time.

3) Spaces Between Us, Hold All Our Secrets | Not Rated | 6,441 words

The thing about Harry is, is that he is the most wonderful guy you´ll ever meet. He is kind, compliments you on things you are usually insecure about, which shows he truly pays attention to who you are as a person. And he befriends everyone. Except Louis.

4) Cut Me Up, Kiss Me Harder | Mature | 9,431 words

A group of friends, a slightly drunk alternate version of spin the bottle, and the universe having a wicked sense of humour may just be enough to bring one bratty omega and a tired-of-said-omega’s-bullshit alpha closer than they’ve ever been. In more ways than one.

5) Hook You Up (Charm You Down) | Explicit | 9,600 words

Swiftly, Harry raises his right hand to his head. Bringing two ringed fingers up, he touches the brown hat sitting on his head, tipping it with a raise of eyebrows in the direction of Peter Pan. He punctuates the whole action with his signature smirk. The reaction is almost immediate. Like Harry hoped it’d be. Though he expected the grin he received, he can’t say he directly expected the man to come forward his way. But he surely isn’t going to complain. “Captain! Fancy seeing you there,” Peter Pan says when he reaches Harry’s space. And wow. Seeing it from up close, Niall was right. Face of an angel, totally Harry’s type and all that. 

6) The One Who Stays And The One Leaving You | Mature | 10,315 words

Fuck. He had just slept with none other than Harry Styles.

7) Behind Closed Doors | Explicit | 10,332 words

“You should ask that whoever he’s currently fucking.” Liam’s eyes grow wide. “No.” His tone is unbelieving, just like Louis’ would’ve been if you had told him what turn today would take. “Yes.” “How do you know?” Louis’ room mate’s eyes barely leave him as he tries to untie his shoes without looking. “Went to his dorm earlier, found a sock on his door handle. He’s such an arsehole.”

8) Sunshine On My Mind | Explicit | 12,704 words

Seeing Harry as an actual professor will never get old to Louis as his eyes soak him in. The casual attire of a student-teacher is gone and now Harry’s got on a button up under a sweater vest that both have stripes on it because someone with a face like Harry’s can actually pull that off. His beige trousers ride up high on his waist, loose and wide around the legs like he’s been preferring lately. By the time Louis’ done taking all of him in, he’s got a smile stretched wide across his face, cheekbones feeling like they’re about to burst just from happiness alone. “Hello Professor Styles."

9) You Know It Ain’t Fiction, Just a Natural Fact | Not Rated | 13,312 words

Harry is the golden boy of the college football's team, Louis is their professors' golden student and they definitely don't have anything in common. Falling in love would be dumb.

10) Kiss Me Once, Kiss Me Twice | Mature | 13,487 words

“You’re a fucking brat, you know that,” Harry muttered through clenched teeth, bones already burning with the pure desire and hatred mixing in his body. It was an intoxicating rush of adrenaline and something else that probably came with fucking Louis Tomlinson. He squeezed his neck just a little tighter. “I can’t stand it.” Their lips were brushing against each other, just moving with the ragged movements of their mouths and harsh breathing. “You’re a lying piece of shit dickhead,” Louis muttered right back. That was all he did, challenge and nag. He loved to have the last word and Harry let him because he used all his energy to fuck him mindless.

11) Wake Me Up With It | Mature | 13,699 words

“Oh god, I sound like a rapist now.” Louis gave a soft, sympathetic giggle, shifting on top of him, and that was when he noticed he was hard, as well. “No, Haz. You fucking me while I'm still asleep and waking up to a dick in my arse? That sounds fucking hot.” “I’d, like, discuss it before. Like get consent for it before.” “Obviously,” Louis rolled his eyes, staring up at Harry with a sad expression. “I’d let you do that to me, Harry.” “What?” Harry blinked, sure the world was ending by those words he never thought he’d ever hear in his life. The words sounded muffled to him, like he was swimming.

12) I Couldn't Face A Life Without Your Lights | Mature | 15,549 words

Louis and Harry are college students who haven't been the same in the past two years.

13) Give My Heart A Holiday | Not Rated | 17,222 words

AU where Louis and someone else both like Harry but Harry obviously likes Louis and is oblivious to the other person with scenes like Harry’s sitting with his legs on the coffee table and the other person wants to walk across and Harry doesn’t see them, so they have to say excuse me, but when Louis wants to cross he doesn’t even have to say anything because Harry sits up, puts his feet down, and gives his undivided attention to Louis.

14) There’s A Hole In My Heart (And It’s Got Your Name On It) | Explicit | 19,508 words

The four scream from the stands as the team huddles together, pulling their helmets and gloves off and slapping each other's backs as they celebrate their win. Louis had stolen a pom-pom from Mal earlier and he shakes it vigorously. His breath hitches when Harry looks up and their eyes meet. The hockey player smirks at him but looks away quickly. “Did he just-” “No.” Louis quickly stops Jade from even finishing that sentence because he’s about to lose his damn mind

15) Kiss And Tell (Me A Lie) | Explicit | 19,827 words

It takes three friends, a video game, and an arse tattoo for Harry to realize the truth.

16) Lovin’ Online | Not Rated | 27,627 words

“Huh?” Harry asks, muffled by his forearm. He feels lips on his face and the tip of Louis’ nose against his ear when Louis repeats himself. Brain sluggish with sleep, it takes a moment for him to process the words, but his eyes snap open, and he’s met with darkness. He's got to be dreaming, there’s no way Louis just said what he thinks he said. “What did you say?” He can see the vague shrug from Louis before he turns around to toss the towel with the pile of their discarded clothes. “Did you say…” he starts slowly, automatically slinging his arm around Louis as he gets back into bed and throws the blankets over them. “That we should make a sex tape?” Louis asks rather nonchalantly for such a big proposition. He cuddles easily into the warm body and confirms, “Yes, I did.”

17) Science & Faith | Mature | 36,442 words

Louis Tomlinson is a science major who's dedicated his life to proving that love doesn't actually exist. Harry's the philosophy major determined to prove him wrong.

18) You Could Be The One That I Love | Explicit | 39,797 words

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Niall waved off. “Now, let’s talk man to man to man. You two have had a crush on each other since uni. Now’s your chance to finally get something going. I could see the sparks and connection and attraction back then and I can still see it now, God damn it! You’re just denying fate at this point.” He looked impassioned, his blue eyes wide and imploring. Louis shook his head again and chuckled. “You can’t just snap your finger and expect us to, like, get it on.” “I’m not,” he reasoned. “I’m merely telling you to do something about it.”

19) Sink Into Your Sunlight | Explicit | 79,562 words

Louis hadn’t forgotten about Harry as much as he tried. It wasn’t due to the strange nature of their meeting, more so the magnetic pull he somehow had on Louis. He couldn’t fathom why this complete stranger stayed in his mind as much as he tried to stop it. Any time his phone sounded his heart skipped a beat at the thought of it possibly being Harry. In all honesty, it made him feel sort of pathetic. Gay guy falls for straight guy, what a cliche he had become.

20) Nothing Quite Hits Like You | Explicit | 81,098 words

For many centuries, Inferis Lamia had been a college strictly for higher magic alphas, where most rulers of the Underworld had reached their Divine Enlightenment to become the alphas they were now. However, that year, for the first time since it was founded many centuries ago, the academy would welcome omegas from the Underworld, giving them the same opportunities alphas had, the same education.

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[devilmayfamily]

holds out cup a little crumb of dmc boys x reader with add/adhd please? maybe with some angst sprinkled in? i don't mean to be greedy, i am just a small simp 😔

GN!Reader Angst/Comfort Think I made myself tear up a little with these haha enjoy!

Dante

When you find something you love, you can talk about it for hours

Lucky for you, Dante loves hearing about your hypertfixations

He finds it wonderful to see you excited about something and wants to know everything you can about it

One day while talking to Dante, you notice him seemingly not paying as much attention as he usually does

He'd been writing in a notebook the entire you'd been talking

You instantly begin to think you might be annoying him or boring him and slowly stop talking

When you do, he looks up at you worried

"What's wrong sweet pea? Why did you stop talking?"

"Do I... Do I annoy you?"

He's quite shocked

You could never annoy him!

"Never! I love when you tell me all about the things you are interested in!"

"You've been looking at that notebook this entire time though"

Dante softly smiles before flipping the notebook so you see it

On the page is a list of everything you've ever told Dante about, new and old

"I've been keeping a list of the things you like. I was adding this to it"

Dante pulls you in, kissing all over your face until you start laughing

He will reassure you anytime you need it and sometimes even when you don't expect it

He loves listening to you ramble on and on and he won't ever let you think otherwise

Vergil

Vergil is a man with his own problems and one of those is perfection

Growing up, Vergil worked hard to earn his father's approval and maintain it

Getting ready for a mission one day, Vergil notices lots of things are missing or out of place

"Sweetheart, where is everything? I need to get going soon"

"Oh! It's, um..."

"Sweetheart, please"

"I remember! I promise! It's- It's..."

"Y/N! Why can't you just remember these things?!"

Vergil instantly regretted yelling at you

He knew you were trying your hardest

He couldn't get his apology in, however, as you ran off and he had to get to this mission at this point

You spent the rest of the day with Nero, the kid making threats to his father and reassuring you

When Vergil came home, he was greeted by an angry Nero

"You better fix this"

Nero lets his father in, taking him to you instantly

You're curled up on the couch, a look of fear when you see Vergil walk in

It breaks Vergil to see you scared of him, its the one thing he didn't want to do

"I'm sorry, love"

He has a few gifts for you; your comfort food, a soft sweater in Vergil's signature royal blue and a matching blanket

Without warning, you pull Vergil into a hug, ignoring the gifts

He holds you tightly, as close as he can get you to him

Vergil works on forgetting about perfection because really, nothing will ever be perfect

As long as he has you though, it's near damn perfect

V

He lost you

Again

"Angel! Come back! Where are you?!"

He told you to stay right next to him while he talked to this guy to get info

Now, he turns and finds you've run off

Again

"Angel!!"

It wasn't safe for you out here

Who knows what demon or monster of a human would find you

V knows you can hold your own but that doesn't stop him from worrying about you when you venture off like this

As V rounds a corner, he sees you battling it out with a demon

A demon that just pierced your leg

"YOU INSISTENT FOOL, LET GO OF THEM"

The demon flings you in a different direction before growling at the poet

V takes down the demon before rushing over to you

You were laying on the asphalt, the pincer of the demon still stuck in your leg

V doesn't say anything to you, just helps you up and gets you back to home base as quickly as possible

Vergil patches you up and makes sure you don't try running after your boyfriend back onto the battlefield

Later when V and Dante come back, Vergil leads Dante out of the room so you and V could talk

"I'm sorry for running off again"

"Oh angel"

V pulls you into a hug, trying not to hurt your leg

"Not out of sight anymore, please"

The two of you work on it over the next few weeks leading up to your next mission together

V's gentle with you as well, softly reminding you when you need it until it becomes second nature

And if you have to get out of his sight for something, you tell him before running off. A lot of the time he follows

V also reminds you he loves you more than anything

He doesn't want you getting hurt again

He has trust in you though

While you can't help it every time, he trusts that you'll come back in one piece

His little wanderer

Nero

You weren't listening again

Your attention was somewhere else and Nero could tell

He was trying to brief you on a mission but you weren't taking in anything he was saying

"Baby, you getting any of this?"

Focusing on Nero, you stiffen and your face becomes pale

You realize you've been daydreaming the entire time and the look on Nero's face tells you everything

He's disappointed

Blotches of color return to your face as hot tears slowly roll down your cheeks

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

Nero watched as you bow your head, holding your wrist out, the sight making his heart ache

He knew the orphanage people were terrible to you for being a little different than everyone else but the stance you held was so defenseless, it was like you were expecting someone to hit you

He slowly walks over, taking your hand in his

He sits down next to you on the couch, slowly putting your arm down

You look up at him, the scared confused expression stained with tears making Nero tear up himself

"I'm not upset, baby"

You begin to cry again, this time pulling Nero into a hug

He holds on to you, slowly rubbing your back and whispered soothing reassurance into your ear

"You're safe now. I won't hurt you like they did"

"I'm sorry"

Nero quietly shushes you, telling you it's ok

Once you'd calmed down and Nero checked in with you to make sure you were ok, he slowly went back over the mission

He checked in with you to make sure you understood and rewarded you with kisses when you were able to repeat back to him

If you couldn't, that was ok. Nero simply went back over whatever part he was on

He was forced to watch back then when you two were kids, getting punished for being different. Sometimes taking extra beatings for trying to save or defend you

He wasn't going to let that continue now

You may be different, but that wasn't going to stop him from loving you anyways

He reassures you and rewards you for any and everything

You may be different but that's exactly what Nero loved about you

[tessenpai]

Kono Oto Tomare Chapter 134 Scans and Rough TL

Disclaimer: Please DO NOT use this translation to make your own TL of the chapter!! The KOT TL group works very hard to give you the most accurate translation, that does as much justice to the original script as possible. This is a ROUGH translation. That means is faulty and there must be mistakes in certain places. This is just for impatient people like myself to get a grasp on what is going on in the chapter! You can REFERENCE my TL if you want to discuss the chapter but never USE it as it was your own.

Scans: KONO OTO TOMARE! - RAW chap 134 Next Chap 135 (nicomanga.com) (Use adblocker to avoid NSFW content)

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Side text: The scattered individualities have now become one...

Chapter Title: #134 Tomfoolery

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Tsukaji: ---Kuuuh

Tsukaji [thoughts]: This is unbeliable. It's uncanny to think there's only 5 people playing.

Tsukaji [thoughts]: It's as if I was in front of an orchestra or something!!

Tsukaji [thoughts]: Ichiei High's performance level has been outstanding every year but

Tsukaji [thoughts]: But schools were finally catching up to them this year...

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Tsukaji: And now they do this!!!?

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Ousuke: ...

Akira [thoughts]: Amazing...

Akira [thoughts]: I've thought this when I heard them play before, but the difficulty of the piece and the level of the students is extermely high.

Akira [thoughts]: The left and right hand are completely different and irregular.

Akira [thoughts]: There are unconventional rests in odd time signatures.

Akira: [thoughts]: The pushes are terrifyingly precise.

Akira [thoughts]: They use dynamic strokes and left-hand movements combined with sudden scooping motions

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Tomoe [thoughts]: What's this...?

Tomoe [thoughts]: It's on a whole different level.

Tomoe [thoughts]: This is... kinda unfair..-

Satowa [thoughts]: Each part is difficult to play on its own. And they are doing it in complete unison.

Satowa [thoughts]: As if they are kids playing---

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Luka [thoughts]: If I play like this, how will they respond?

Luka [thoughts]: Then how about this?

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Miran: Ugh-----

Miran: This dude... Playing however the hell he pleases as if this is his moment...

Luka [Memory]: ---Miran, your playing has changed lately.

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Miran: Huh? Really...?

Luka: Yeah, the essence of the sound is completely different

Luka: Before, your playing was very "inwardly focused", you see?

Miran: "Inwardly focused"...?

Luka: You dove deep, deep within you.

Luka: I guess you could say it was like you were having a dialogue with yourself...?

Luka: In any case, you didn't pay any attention to us at all.

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Luka: That's why I always wanted to make you look my way, Miran.

Luka: I was throwing my sound at you at full force saying "Look over here~~!!"

Luka [Memory]: But now...

Keishi [thoughts]: Each individual sound stands firmly, and on top of that, they are completely harmonized.

Keishi [thoughts]: The one that is making that possible is---...

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Natsu [thoughts]: How can someone with such a unique sound be the glue that connects the whole?

Hiro[thoughts]: My heart won't stop pounding, just what is this?

Mittsu [thoughts]: The style is sick--

Sane [thoughts]: The technique is sick-

Kota [thoughts]: Everything is sick!!

Suzuka [thoughts]: When we heard them play before,It seemed like a self-centered solo that everyone else worked hard to hold together....

Suzuka [thoughts]: They are so amazingly greedy for growth.

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Chika [sfx]: Ba-dump, ba-dump, ba-dump.

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Luka[Memory]: But that's why I love playing in an ensemble!

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Luka: Because in them, don't you create a piece of music with friends who have things you don't have yourself!?

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Miran[thoughts]: The day I first met Luka, in an instant, I was captivated by that sound of light.

Miran [thoughts]: Kio's sound filled with conviction.

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Miran [thoughts]: Tougo's unwavering sound.

Miran [thoughts]: Imari's gentle sound.

Miran [thoughts]: The thoughts they have accumulated.

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Miran [thoughts]: Are all here together

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Side text: This is the sound of the summit...!!

---Kono Oto Tomare will continue in the next issue!---

[splatsvilles-fashionista]

Investing in T-shirts! The biggest beneficiaries of Gear Adjustments!

For fashion aficionados like myself, Gear Adjustment is the most exciting part of the upcoming Season. Being able to make small changes to the way your gear is worn is something that opens up a ton of customization while requiring less new stuff (though I'm sure it required a lot of work to add). With that said, for the moment, it is looking like they are limiting the feature to caps and t-shirts. I don't personally think caps are changed very much by the ability to flip them, they're all pretty good as they are, after all. But for t-shirts, being able to oversize them is actually really big. Pun unintended.

T-shirts have the tendency to be modeled in a way that makes them cling really tightly to your character's body, and it is has never looked right to me. Looking at the clothing choices I see in my multiplayer games, I get the impression that is the general sentiment, as well. Oversizing shirts solves their central problem, loosening them up and giving you a less constrained silhouette. In this post, I wanna highlight what I think are the biggest winners of this change are. Shirts I think you should pay attention to once the patch hits.

That said, I should highlight that since we don't have the patch yet I am only assuming these will be Adjustable. We cannot know for sure until the we get the update.

I've picked out ten T-shirts I think are the standouts, split into a couple of different categories, starting with the ones I think you all expected to see here:

Annaki Accessories!

I have to imagine that the Annaki Bracelet Tee and Annaki Choker Tee were some of the first shirts that came to mind when you think of noteworthy T-shirts in this game. They've got nice, dusty colors, the big Annaki A in slick silver, and of course their signature accessories. Oversizing these I think will amplify their punk aesthetic even more, because there's nothing punk about tight-fitting clothing.

Unless it's leather.

And leather these are not.

High-fives for Tie-Dyes!

Tie-Dyes are really fun with their bright, trippy patterns, so it's no surprise that the Takoroka Rainbow Tie Dye and the Takoroka Galactic Tie Dye are some of the better T-shirts in the game. We did see the Rainbow Tie Dye get Adjusted in the reveal trailer, and is it just me or does that just seem right for these kinds of shirts? Something about them screams "wear me at one size larger."

Ride the Wave!

Next up, we've got the Firewave Tee, Icewave Tee, and the Vaporwave Tee. There is also a Duskwave Tee, but I am personally not a big fan of the shade of orange they use for the bottom half of that shirt. That said, I think the gradient on these shirts them really make them stand out from the rest, and their color palettes are just very nice and evocative.

Assorted Graphic Tees!

These three don't have a common throughline aside from all being graphic tees, but I think they all have something to recommend them by. The Eelzebub Tee has a really gnarly, radiation-green design that is just really cool, giving an outfit something really eye-catching while still staying nice and simple.

The Green Tee is interesting because its big bold graphic lettering actually extend across the side and even a bit onto the back of your character, which gives it a really unique look I don't think any other clothes can replicate.

Finally, I just think the Mint Tee looks nice. Its color is pretty unique amongst shirts, and the white print design is decorative without being overbearing.

And these were my picks for the T-shirts to keep in mind come Drizzle Season 2023. Were there any others you feel I missed? If so, please tell me in the notes!

[the-nosy-neighbor]

Wave Up High! You're the Most.

I have been curious about this one for a bit, and have seen a little discussion on it. Why does W's sign off in "News" change?

The different sign offs we have seen:

Happy New Year, neighbor! Now make like Barnaby and have a ball! (1/13/2023) Related to New Year's, "drop the ball"

Have a wonderful day! Show the world your best smile! (1/15/2023) Maybe we just haven't established it yet?

More information will arrive as we prepare for this exciting installation! Stay tuned and remember to wave up high! (2/25/2023) 1st instance of the phrase, "remember" isn't what I think when I think of this phrase. The first time I visited was in March of 2023. Maybe closer to April. I think the guest book was still open at that point.

So many guest signatures… So many of them are trying to communicate. What are you telling me for? Do you think I can answer. What are you trying to do to me. I’m closing that guest book, I’m not playing this game anymore. The ringing is enough. (Unknown) Too sad to sign off properly? W is pretty upset.

We believe that concludes everything our beautiful website has to offer in this most recent update! As always, thank you for your patience and have a wonderful day! Don’t forget to wave up high! (7/22/23) Here we go, that's the one we expect. This is the first big update I was here for.

Until then, have a happy Halloween! Don’t forget to wave down below! (10/13/2023) This just seems a twist on the phrase for Halloween? Demons and whatnot.

Don’t forget to wave up high! Ho ho ho! (12/25/2023 stated date, but actually between then and March 9. I think on the update, it was updated either immediately or the next day. Based on awayfrompryingeyes.net, it is in March 2024) Back to the general statement.

Please remember to wave! (3/9/2024) From the post "Mistake." They are thrown off in this one, having realized the date was wrong. Also, they blame someone else for the mistake. No, they refer to themself as a separate person. "I assumed it was still December." to "the individual posting this must not have been paying proper attention." Are they trying to duck the blame? Is there more than one person in their person? Or are they suggesting that someone else wrote it, they posted it, and neither of them knew it was March?

On Away From Prying Eyes:

Don’t forget to wave up high. (3/2024) On this post, they are back to the most common statement of the phrase.

This is a hard one. It is interesting that it starts with something else entirely. In my mind, it was always "don't forget to wave up high." I always assumed it was supposed to be some kind of slang from the time period, in the same way "you're the most" is.

This interesting theory believes it is a reference to puppeteers: https://www.reddit.com/r/WelcomeHomeARG/comments/15m4j5b/dont_forget_to_wave_up_high_and_wallys_eventual/

And that does make sense, given the orientation of the puppeteer--

(Got to love those bell bottoms. I wonder if those are adidas or k-swiss?) Any dancing of the puppet, and some dialog have to be a wave for the puppeteer. Henson was known for several kinds of puppetry, but this style here was often called a "Hand-rod muppet." For more information about muppeteering, visit: https://muppet.fandom.com/wiki/Category:Puppetry_Techniques.

So, the important point is this: if it is a phrase that puppeteers would use, is W a puppeteer? Was that their original interaction with the material? I don't think it is referenced outside of the "News" section, or hasn't been so far.

The Most

I can't find a history of the phrase "the most" but it is agreed that it evolved in the beat subculture from the late 40's to the 50's. People in the movement were known at "beatniks." Based on a quick search, some consider them different movements. But a common representation of them are like so:

This is Danny Kaye in White Christmas doing the number "Choreography," which is a lighthearted jab at the new generation and their art movements rejecting tap for interpretive dance and popular music for jazz (though in truth, they were already exploiting the heck out of jazz during this period in mainstream entertainment).

Anyway, Audrey Hepburn famously played a beatnik at least once. The trappings are: black beret, turtlenecks, winged eyeliner, bongos, coffeehouses, smoking, jazz, snapping instead of clapping, cool cats you dig, and a general sense of being unwashed. This movement is a counterculture, darker way than the bright and happy hippies, that focuses on deep thought and creation of important art instead of common entertainment, most likely built on the model of the Parisian coffeehouse movement of the 18th century.

Far too much detail just to say that "the most" is an old term even for the run of the show, in the late 60's to early 70's. I wonder why Wally would make such an old term his phrase? Looking up slang from the show's period, we have such gems as "what it is?" (though, like a lot of slang that gets popular, it was originated in the African American community) "peace out," or "keep on steppin'." If he wanted to be current, then he'd go with "groovy."

I wonder if it isn't just that old slang doesn't anger parents, whereas old folks tend to judge the up and coming generations harshly.

I’m curious about other indicators of the time placement. Could Wally be an older puppet than the others?

[topsyturvy-turtely]

Fluffbruary with turtely

(missed days edition)

Day 24

[day 23] [day 25]

prompts: art | needle | slip by @fluffbruary <3

fandom: BBC Sherlock

will be uploaded to "That Stuff Called Fluff" on Ao3!

A/N: i'm so sorry about the slow updates! then again it's kind of an extra treat in march right?

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I had just halfheartedly started a sketch of the surroundings - it wasn't all too exciting if I'm honest - when they caught my eyes. Two men, obviously a couple. The tall one with dark curls... only softening his eyes when he laid them on his partner. The shorter one a strong posture... taken apart every time the taller touched him. They were adorable.

Quickly I flipped my current page to a new untouched one of my sketch-pad. I sharpened my pencil hurriedly, looked at them and started sketching. They were standing but constantly moving nonetheless. The taller said something, the shorter, probably a bit older, man, judging by his greying hair, throwing his head back laughing. An almost unnoticeable smile dancing on the other man's lips. The younger pointing at someone and talking what seemed incredibly fast for a whole minute. Quickly I tried to eternalise the other's amazement in his eyes on paper. Then the older added something and it was the younger man's turn to stare at the other with puzzlement. They looked into each other's eyes for an eternity and I tried my best to put their chemistry on paper. Then they kissed, and while other people might feel like they were intruding their privacy, I analysed their faces closely and my eyes almost never left them. When they finally parted, I realised they were holding hands and I saw they had rings on each of their left hands. Engaged, then, I concluded. Another quick sketch, and when I looked up the next time I was unaware of my smile - until it fell. They were gone.

I looked at my sketch, a chaotic combination of meaningful moments between a couple. And suddenly I realised: I couldn't keep it. I needed them to have it. So I grabbed my sketchbook, put it under my arm, looked out for a curly and a greying blond head and ran. Leaving my scaffold and other art supplies behind but I didn't care. I caught up to them and grabbed one of them by his arms. Surprised and confused they turned around. A bit out of breath I said, "I- I saw you standing over there and you caught my attention. Here!", I handed them my drawing. I had drawn them laughing, their intense eye contact, their kiss, their intertwined hands with their engagement rings on - the sketches overlapping, with my attempt to capture it all. Their eyes wandered across the paper and grew: they liked what they saw. I couldn't hide a proud smirk. The blond man looked up, "That is stunning. Would you sell that? How much is it?"

I waved my hand. "This is a fifteen minute sketch with no details. I don't usually do this, but it's for free. You are a beautiful couple by the way. Consider it my engagement gift!", I turned around, not wanting to give them a chance to pull money out and insisting on paying.

"Wait!", a deeper different voice called out. I turned around again. Curly Hair seemed impressed I had caught up on their engagement. "Please. Sign your art at least."

I looked at the sketch, indeed - no signature - and nodded. Quickly I placed my initials in the corner. "The residents call me 'the woman artist' around here, because I am the only female one around.", I explained. "But you can call me Irene."

"Thank you, Irene." they said in unison. They looked at each other, eyes thick with love, and I had to grin again.

"You're welcome, darlings. Have a great day!" I said and finally turned around, already scanning the crowd for another subject.

But I knew, they'd be my favourite for a long time, maybe forever.

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A/N: if someone feels inspired to draw this chaotic sketch - please do! just tag me when posting! it would be an honor 🙏🏼 feel free to contact me if you have more questions ❤︎

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[thetorturedpoetsintern]

Fem!Severus Snape - what it would have been like if Severus was born a girl

Note: I had them going over and over in my head for over a month and have to get it out my system somehow so here it is: my thoughts and opinions about it. Please keep in mind this is not edited, not one bit, so if you have anything to add I'm waiting for them in the comments and reblogs.

If Severus was born a girl...:

...her and Lily's bonding as kids wouldn't be considered creepy, on the contrary, it would probably be encouraged by the adults and the staff at Hogwarts once they figure out Severus is lonely.

...the maurauders might or might not pay her any attention. If the former is the case, their bullying would be even more disturbing, though unfortunately being born into poverty, Severus still doesn't have the influence to change much even if she's born a girl. She still would practice dark spells and duelling in order to protect herself, her signature probably being The HalfBlood Princess.

...she would still hang out with the future Death Eaters, and her and Lily's fight would still happen. There's nothing that could change that, not even the gender in which she is born.

...she'd still be a potions nerd, Slughorn would still invite her to his club, and instead of Lucius as a protective shadow she had Narcissa (this last part is obviously more headcanon than canon but it's close to my heart and I'll keep it)

...she wouldn't be a Death Eater straight from graduation. She isn't pure enough and bold enough as Bellatrix or Alecto are, so Severus is glad to be helping the Dark Lord without being an official recruit, same as we see Narcissa and probably same as other pureblooded women.

...she still spies on Dumbledore and finds about the prophecy, still shares it with Voldemort, and like in canon she makes an oath to Dumbledore to protect Lily and becomes a double spy. Voldemort promises her a Dark Mark when he returns but he doesn't, Dumbledore makes her a teacher, Lily and James still die and little Harry survives. The difference is that Severus' change of coats wouldn't be seen as a tragic romantic gesture, it would be just about women solidarity, about deeply caring for someone that was your friend even though it's unrequited for years at that point. Her choice of neglecting Harry when asking for Lily's protection would be valid because he's the child of her ex-bully, a constant reminder of her childhood torments.

...ten years later, Harry arrives for the first time at Hogwarts and she feels responsible to keep an eye on him from the shadows. Voldemort begins his attempts of returning and one faithfull night during the Triwizard Tournament he succedes. Severus doesn't have a mark to burn her but had heard the gossip and rumours between ex-Death Eaters so she knows the Dark Lord is back. She's still tortured when she joins him because her lack of a Death Mark doesn't excuse her tardiness, but Voldemort keeps his word and the night ends with her receiving the long dreaded Death Mark. Then she's one of the few women joining the ranks of Death Eaters.

...she still kills Dumbledore to save Narcissa's child, still gives Harry Griffindor's sword and by this point she's tired so when Voldemort summons her at the Battle of Hogwarts she senses her demise approaching and doesn't flinch. She gives her memories to Harry while she's succombing in a pleasant darkness.

...the story doesn't change much, only little details here and there, details that don't influence the narrative, only people might perceive her differently through this lense.

Dumbledore's and Voldemort's manipulation wouldn't be overlooked, and her interest in the occult magic wouldn't be seen as dangerous because she's a woman.

[edenityy]

( chapter three ! )

"Somehow, there seems to be a rat in here, too."

Inside a plain room of the Phantomhive manor sits a large pool table, surrounded by The Aristocrats of Evil and Leah. Azzurro is bent over to take his shot, the other seven watching on in anticipation of his move.

Madame Red and Chlaus stand off towards the wall, peeping through their hats. Diedrich is leaning back in a chair some feet away from him, a man with a scar on his face at the head of the table. To the opposite of Azzurro is Lau, and seated in a large chair is Ciel, Leah not far next to it.

"How long do you intend to let that harmful animal that scavenges for food and spreads disease around do as it pleases?" Diedrich voices, munching on a sandwich.

"Shall we let it do as it pleases?" Lau smirks and asks, "Or shall we make it swim?"

The faces of the aristocrats shift to more serious expressions, going unnoticed by Leah who is keeping herself busy by twirling the cue around in her hand.

"Yes, he always aims for the nine-ball." Angelina looks down, "Will you pass again, Count Phantomhive?"

"Pass." Ciel leans back in his chair with a smirk, "The ball that you can't help hitting is an un-hit principle."

"That's a good judgment. When will the rat be exterminated?"

"Soon, I've already received the ingredients from Chlaus."

Chlaus pays little mind when his name is mentioned, attention left to the drink kept towards his lips. Lau is now taking his turn, striking the ball with a harsh 'clack' that sounds in the room.

Despite understanding little of what the others around her are talking about, Leah remains content to move herself to the pool table to take her turn—leaning down, the sixteen-year-old squints her eyes, trying to gauge her move and hitting the ball. Ultimately missing, the girl steps back quietly.

"I'm not that good at this game.." Leah pouts, pushing her head next to the cue grasped in her hands.

"Don't fret, you did say this is only your third time playing billiards," Lau reassures, flashing one of his signature cunning grins.

Adjusting her shoulders, the pout on her face lightens up a bit. Although she doesn't share much in common with anyone in the room, the adults, minus Ciel, are doing a good job at keeping her content.

"We will eradicate the rat that finds its nest after we break a few of its bones," Ciel leans forward in his seat, gripping the cue with both of his hands, "When can I receive the compensation for it?"

"..You Vulture.."

Ciel doesn't falter at the words from Randall, but his expression tells a different story. No longer smirking, there is a darker aura painted across the teen's face and a faintly tighter grip around his pool cue.

"Do you possess the right to insult our crest? You, a bloodhound that can't even catch one rat?" The man voices.

Glancing around, Leah notices the shift in the air between the two noblemen. The feeling sinks into her skin, eating away at her in a way that makes her want to back away from the situation. ‘What in God's name are they talking about?’

"Too bad. It's a fall."

Letting out a breath of air, Lau leans to his left with a hand on his hip, "Billiards is hard.."

"It is, isn't it?" Leah responds, standing beside a chair where she presses her back against it.

"Next is the Count. What will you do?" Azzurro looks behind himself to ask, observing the boy, "Will you put an end to this waiting game?"

With a push of his hand, Ciel stands from his once-seated position and walks in the direction of the pool table. Brushing past the older man, he doesn't bother to look up at him and keeps his gaze straight ahead.

"And? When will you be able to prepare the compensation?"

"Th.. This evening."

"That's fine."

Glancing behind him, Ciel gives a dull look in acknowledgment before approaching the table. Leaning down and aiming his cue, he focuses on the man rather than the balls.

"Afterwards a carriage will come to pick you up. Please wait for high tea to be prepared."

Clenching his teeth, the man bites back the words he would like the say to the boy, opting to glare.

"Will you aim for the nine-ball with the remaining three-ball?"

Shifting his cue, Ciel uses his fingers to grip the stick, "Of course."

"How about a look at the skill of this game's prodigy?" Diedrich smirks, a hatted man doing the same to his far right.

"'Greed' will destroy your body, Ciel!" Randall exclaims.

Smirking at the man's words, Ciel lets out a faint 'ha' before hitting the three-ball. Watching in wonder, Leah is surprised when the balls around the table collide, coming back to the nine-ball and shooting it into the hole with a thunk.

"Greed, huh?"

— ౨ৎ —

Sebastian stands in front of the other four servants, staring in dismay at the chaos before him. Bardoy is dressed ridiculously, sporting odd glasses and Finnian is wearing a cat suit. For the most part, Tanaka and Meyrin seem normal but are partaking in the act. Anna, Leah's lady's maid, stands not far away from the Phantomhive servants but doesn't participate.

"..What are all of you doing?" The butler asks, unable to hide his look of upset and confusion.

Multiple screams come from the lot, running around and wrecking more havoc than the rats. Warns to not come in their direction are heard, but not particularly obeyed. Watching in utter confusion, Anna dodges flying objects and rat traps thrown her way.

"'What', you say.. We've decided to capture the rats!" Bardoy yells in frustration, Finnian sprinting not far ahead of him with a cat biting his head.

"Aha.. And that is..?" Sebastian trails off, obviously seeing that the scenario is not playing out well.

"Sebastian!"

Turning his head at the sound of a voice, Sebastian is greeted by Ciel with his fiancé merrily walking beside him.

"Young master," Sebastian responds in acknowledgment.

"Tonight, escort Duke Randall by carriage to his mansion," Ciel orders, "Will you take care of the carriage?"

Just behind the three, the servants are still screaming at the situation. However, neither noble seems to bat an eye. Leah assumes Anna can take care of it, always putting her trust in the older girl.

"Leave tonight's plans open."

"Understood."

Sebastian grins, "Then when I finish the preparations for the carriage, I will bring up some afternoon tea to your room."

Placing a hand to his chest, Sebastian's grin falters at the continued commotion. A mousetrap is stuck to Meyrin's hand, and Anna trying to pull it off. Finnian is still being bitten on the head, tears streaming down his face, and Bardroy somehow manages to get his head stuck inside a pot.

"I have prepared apple and raisin dip pie for today's snack. I will bring it to you when it's baked, so please wait just a bit."

"Alright," Ciel replies, walking past the chaos with Leah who happily follows behind him.

"..Now then." Sebastian starts.

Diving down to the floor, Sebastian swings his hand before grabbing ahold of the two rats. Bardoy, Finnian, and Meyrin watch in shock, still a mess.

"Now. Please do your work without playing around. We will be having guests tonight." Sebastian states, walking towards Tanaka to throw the two rats into his net.

"Whoa.." The servants say in unison.

Further down the halls, Leah and Ciel are quietly entering his office. When Leah had originally tried to follow her fiancé around, the boy tried to deny her but when she started to beg, he couldn't bring himself to turn her down. Primarily because everyone knows that once Leah starts begging, she won't shut up.

Stood with his back against the wall and papers in his hand, Ciel closes his eyes in frustration while the girl giggles beside him.

"How can this house's servants always be so peaceful?" Ciel sighs.

"They are a lively bunch, aren't they?" Leah smiles along with the words of her betrothed.

Hands begin looming from behind the pair, slamming onto the teen's mouths and receiving sounds of shock. Struggling in the arms of her captor, Leah does her best to swing her body around and elbow the body behind her.

Sadly her efforts are futile, eyes grazing Ciel's face before the two fall unconscious. Their bodies grow limp and fall against the bodies behind them, no longer able to struggle due to the gas in the cloth.

— ౨ৎ —

Outside a prestigious building are men dressed in black suits, guarding the permitter. Inside is a much different story, Leah and Ciel are unconscious and tied up. Leaned against the wall, the teen girl is barely conscious to hear any words being spoken, trying to breathe through the pain that riddles her body.

"The backside of England's public, 'The Order.' The traitor will be bitten to death by our power, by the Queen's Watchdogs." Eyes flickering through multiple quick blinks, Leah brings her eyes up to meet Azzurro.

"I have come to take over the dirtied part of the government that has spanned many generations. The evil royal family. How many street names have they been burdened with, and how many families have been crushed?" Azzurro monologues.

"Who would've thought that the president of the world's best toy factory is just a boy? Right? Ciel Phantomhive." The young boy lifts his head in acknowledgment of his name, an angered look paired with frowning brows painted across his face.

Shifting in her spot, the brunette struggles to make any adjustments to the bindings around her body. The belts are uncomfortably tight, digging into her arms and faintly chafing her pale skin. Her dress is also tattered, small stains of blood lay across the soft, pink fabric that originates from the liquid dripping from her nose.

Leah can't bring herself to look at the boy beside her, scared of what she'll possibly see if she does. Pursing her now cracked lips, she glares up at their captor through her lashes.

"Looks can be deceiving. Well, it's oddly understandable that the king of a toy palace is a child." The only word that can describe the tone coming off the Italian is that of prideful annoyance, an ugly smirk that shows off his teeth.

"It really was you. Ferro family.. Azzurro Vener." Ciel says.

"You know, little Phantomhive, the Italian mafia finds this country bothersome," Azzurro reaches up to scratch his head, cigar in hand, "It's really a pain."

A dog growls in the background, "All of the English and their goddamn tea-stained heads!"

The pair of teens stare up at the man with empty eyes, faces littered with bruises and blood. Though somehow, it's almost as if the Barrett can pull it off, the dried red accentuating parts of her unblemished skin.

"Think about it. What's the most beneficial market for people like us?" Azzurro asks matter of factly, "It's not cleaning up, carrying things, nor woman, nor spare parts. It's drugs, ya' know?"

The man continues, "Even so when we came to this country, thanks to the successful glares of the watchdogs, we haven't been able to catch a single relaxing scent."

Outstretching his arms with a disconnected aura surrounding him, the Italian lets the smoke from his cigar swirl into the air. Unnerving Leah and causing her to go into a fit of coughs, she can't help but interject for the sake of being a nuisance.

"My father is going to kill me when I get home.. Arriving like this, surely he'll lock me away until I'm old." Leah whines, sparing a thought as to what her father would think.

Snarling at the idiotic words leaving the girl, Azzurro delivers a blow with his foot to her side. Releasing a yelp, Leah's body falls to her left, leaning her head against the floor as a way to comfort herself. Beside her, Ciel sends harsh glares to the Italian standing above them.

"It was an order from the Queen not to let the dealers do as they please with their drugs." Stating the information with a firm voice, Ciel stares at the man as if he's dumb, irritation written all over his face.

"Ah, come on, don't be so stubborn. This is why I hate the English," Azzurro laughs, "The Queen! The Queen! That's all they ever talk about."

"I'm not English.." Leah mutters, keeping her gaze trained on the floor.

"Shut up, bitch!" Above her, Azzurro cracks and kicks her again. Coughs sound from the girl, curling in on herself against the soft material of her dress.

Watching the scene play out in front of him, Ciel's demeanor has a small shift to it. Sharp glares are currently the only thing the boy can muster so he does just that, lifting his head to look Azzurro right in the eye.

"Don't touch her!" Ciel barks, the rough words bouncing off the walls of the room.

Placing his foot against the head of the Phantomhive, Azzurro pushes him back with a roll of his eyes, "In the end aren't we two sides of the same coin? So I just want us to cooperate a bit."

"Sorry, but I have no intentions of conspiring with a filthy rat." Peering through the corner of his eye, Ciel observes his fiancé lying on the floor. Upset he can't do anything and annoyed that Leah was brought into this, the boy can only reply to Azzurro's words.

"You may say that, but what about the others? Right now it might be only the watchdogs who are scared and obedient. I guess Ciel Phantomhive is someone who cleans out corruption," Inhaling some of his cigar, Azzurro pulls it away from his mouth and lets it move through the air,

"Even though I specifically made it so that I wouldn't sell in Italy.. I didn't expect to be tracked this early on."

'God.. Does this man ever stop yapping like a dog?' Leah thinks to herself, uncurling her body and wincing as she straightens her back. Subtly scooting over towards Ciel, she pays little attention to the things the Italian man is saying.

I feel like I should be more worried than I am..? So why aren't I? This man could kill us if he wanted to, and I'm in no position to defend myself. Why do I feel so calm at the proposition of dying?

"If you're lying about where the goods are kept, you'd better run home while your neck's still attacked, little runt." Pulling Leah out of her inner monologue, Azzurro holds his cigar between his teeth while he speaks.

"If I don't return, evidence will soon make its way to the government from Chlaus. It's a shame, huh?" Ciel smirks, dried blood coating small patches of his face. Comparing the two teens, Ciel has certainly taken a worse beating but Leah seems to be handling it worse.

"Don't mess with adults, 'Little Master'!" Pulling out a gun, it makes a clicking sound that causes Leah's eyes to widen. Gun aimed in her fiancé's direction, there's a deafening silence and a ring in her ears.

Ciel appears far less phased by the predicament than his fiancé, only giving Azzurro a blank stare. However, the girl beside him is entirely ready to beg for their lives if she needs to. 'If Ciel dies now.. I'll have to find a new fiancé. So many years of my life were potentially wasted on one boy. Will my reputation be ruined?!'

"We're already keeping your servants waiting," Azzurro keeps the gun cocked, legs crossed as he sits upon the table, "Where are the goods? If you don't spill quickly, I'll kill your servants one by one."

A noise of alert escapes the sixteen-year-old boy but nothing further, placing his head down to stare at his lap with a grin, "It would be nice if cute little puppies were able to 'fetch'."

Azzurro releases a breath of air, a chuckle following before he deals a harsh kick to Ciel's head. Effectively knocking the younger male further on the floor, he picks up to phone and lets his cigar hit the floor.

"Ciel!" Leah screams, making struggling attempts to shift herself closer to her betrothed. With his face out of her view and not responding to her words, the only thing she can do in this situation is let dread and worry consume her.

"Did you hear me? Negotiations are over. Kill him!" Stomping on the cigar, Azzurro speaks his orders into the phone.

— ౨ৎ —

Back within the walls of the Phantomhive Manor, Anna is hastily walking down the halls, her dark brown hair following suit. The reason for such haste? Discovering that the Lady is no longer in the house, courtesy of the letter Sebastian read.

Panicked breaths sound from the young woman, trying to keep her composure despite the situation. Turning the corner and seeing Thomas, she fights the hesitation to break the news to the butler. Keeping up with her quick pace, she stops before the man and angles her head up to see his eyes, her brown ones meeting his deep blue.

"Someone's taken Lord Phantomhive and Lady Leah.. They're no longer in the house." Anna says shakily, her dull tone not matching her current distress.

Looking away from his current task, Thomas furrows his brows at the sound of such information, "What do you mean taken?"

"I mean someone has kidnapped them." Reiterating her sentence, Anna puts on a firmer tone to get her point across.

A prolonged silence sits over the pair of servants, sharp tension making its way through the air. Sharing a look, Anna tilts her head when she receives a little reaction from the man before her.

"Do not worry, I shall take care of it." Thomas closes his eyes and tilts his head downwards, trying to ease Anna's worries.

"Wha—" Anna's sentence is quickly cut short.

"I said don't worry, just ensure that there is no possible way Lord Barrett hears of this. This will be solved soon enough." Starting down the hall, Thomas adjusts the gloves around his hand before forcing the maid a smile.

Wrapping her fingers around the windowsill, Anna's brows furrow as she watches Thomas walk away, "Sebastian said he's already solving it!"

Thomas stops in his tracks, a smirk making its way onto his face. Turning his head to give Anna a side view of him, the butler licks his lips to distract from the look of mischief growing on his fair skin.

"Then I suppose I shall have some extra help.." With his final words, Thomas sets off down the halls, leaving a confused Anna behind him.

Following the scent and sound of the 'fun', Thomas is quick to fall into step beside the running Sebastian, "Why hello. Nice afternoon, isn't it?" Thomas speaks with little interest in the demon beside him.

Sebastian glances to his right at the sound of a voice, meeting the gaze of the blue-eyed butler beside him. A smirk makes its way onto the demon's face, finding amusement when he realizes that he'll have someone accompany him.

"Ahh.. Thomas. Trying to find the Lady, are you?" Sebastian cocks a brow, "The car ahead of us most certainly has information."

Speeding up his pace, Thomas gives a quick nod to the sound of Sebastian's words, using a one-legged jump to boost himself into the air. Landing on the back of the men's car, he mockingly chuckles to himself at the sound of their phone conversation before slamming the palm of his hand toward their faces.

Disregarding the now destroyed car, the blonde butler only bothers to rip the phone from their hands, leaving Sebastian to do the rest of the work. Lifting the phone to his ear with a gloved hand, his face remains stoic while staring off into a line of trees.

"Hello? I am a member of the Barrett household. I hope our masters haven't been troubling you," Thomas fights a laugh at the sound of surprise coming from the other end of the line, "Hello? Is something the matter?"

There's an unsettling silence from Azzurro's end of the line before a faint 'woof' can be heard, "Understood. Right away. We'll come for you soon, so please wait a bit longer."

Clicking the mobile phone shut, Thomas shifts his attention to Sebastian beside him on the hood of the car, questioning away at the two men seated before them. Extending an arm to the pair, he tauntingly waves the phone in their direction.

"Thank you for returning the phone," Thomas says with a smirk.

"First, your owner's name, please, gentlemen," Sebastian asks, watching the ones grip on the steering wheel tighten, "Come now. I'm not a very patient person. You don't want to end up like Humpty Dumpty, do you?" There’s a condescending tone to the black-haired butlers voice.

Terrified looks are some of the only things the two butlers can make out on their faces, finding amusement as they tell their secrets, "The Ferro family's Azzurro Vener! He's setting up a hideout north of the East End."

"Is that so?"

"..Yes. We were o—only hired out!"

Hopping off of the car hood, Thomas slips the phone into his shirt pocket and leaves the rest to Sebastian. It's only when the raven-haired butler lets the car fall from the cliff, that Thomas lets out his long silenced laugh as he watches the men go down.

Opening his watch with a sigh, Sebastian begins walking away, "Oh dear. It's this late already. At this rate, I shall be late for dinner."

"Late for dinner? If I don't have the Lady returned home in one peace, Lord Barrett will have my head." Thomas purses his lips, following after the Phantomhive butler.

— ౨ৎ —

Suppressed amused giggles leave Leah as she watches Azzurro begin to walk around and bark orders, holding her chin up with the floor.

"Those brats' watchdogs are on their way over! Lock down the door and have the men on their guard!" Azzurro yells, watching the other men grab guns, "Have every entry point secured, he must be caught! Don't let him set a single foot in here!"

Turning her head to get a look at Ciel, the brunette feigns a smile, "My.. What do you think is happening?"

Outside of the mansion, Sebastian and Thomas effortlessly manage to sneak past the men filing out. Standing at the bottom of the stairs, the pair observe the perimeter of the building.

"Not bad, I like this mansion's style," Sebastian comments.

"Wha.."

"Why are you here?!"

"How the hell did you get in?!"

Giving the men an unamused expression, Thomas barely shifts from his spot beside Sebastian, "You were all too busy to notice our entry."

"What's with the tailcoats? Who are you?!" One of the men shouts, all of them having their guns pointed in the butler's direction.

"Us?" Sebastian asks, "Ah, forgive me. Allow us to introduce ourselves."

"I am a Phantomhive's butler."

"I am a Barrett's butler."

Surrounded by the bodies of the men, Thomas barely acknowledges the mess while he checks his watch. With a shake of his head, the blonde steps around the body, a sound of discontent leaving him.

"We must get going, it is five thirty, and we don't have much time left," Thomas snaps his watch shut, "We are in somewhat of a hurry, are we not?"

Approaching the large double doors and stepping inside, the demons are quickly interrupted by the sounds of shouting and guns firing. Dodging the flying bullets, Thomas watches as Sebastian grabs the coat hanger, swiftly attacking the men with the end of it.

"I don't have time for this," Thomas states firmly, pushing through the hoard of men with brute force.

Once again surrounded by nothing but bodies, the butlers are far from impressed, glancing at their watches.

"Five thirty-four."

Pushing through endless sets of doors and armed men, Thomas and Sebastian are begrudgingly met with yet another group of them.

"There he is! Kill him!"

Releasing a sharp exhale through his nostrils, Thomas briefly clenches his fist, "Just how many men does this Vener fellow have?"

Running throughout the dining room, the butlers swiftly dodge all of the bullets with plates. Barely avoiding a graze, Thomas sends a harsh kick to the side of a man running up behind Sebastian.

"Call back all the guards! Beat this guy to a pulp!" One of the men calls out.

"These vermin have wasted so much of our time. Five thirty-eight."

Observing the raven-haired butler throwing countless pieces of silverware, Thomas furrows his brows as he watches the men get pierced one by one.

"You fight with silverware?" Thomas quirks an eyebrow.

"Why, of course," Sebastian smirks in return, ignoring the shouts of the men surrounding them.

"They're only butlers! Why are they so strong?!"

"Alright, that should be about it."

Staring up at Sebastian hanging upside down from the chandelier, Thomas wastes no time to continue moving throughout the mansion. Squinting his eyes, he attempts to make a lucky guess to the next room.

— ౨ৎ —

"Why did it suddenly become quiet?"

Watching the Italian with a bemused look, Leah now notices the lack of sound she could faintly hear just moments ago, "What's wrong? You don't enjoy hearing your thoughts?"

Clenching the gun in his hand tighter, Azzurro growls at the snarky remark from the teenager. Lifting his hand, he strikes down Leah's head with the butt of the firearm, effectively knocking her out, much to Ciel's displeasure.

The doors opening are the first sound to be heard in the room, followed by two pairs of glowing eyes that morph into shadows. As Thomas and Sebastian file in, Azzurro lets out a sound of shock and hurriedly aims his gun at the now-bowing pair.

"We thank you for looking after our masters." The butlers speak in unison.

Taking a moment to glance around the room, Thomas suppresses the urge to lunge at the Italian when he notices Leah unconscious on the floor.

"Ha. I never thought you could single-handedly take on all those men," Azzurro chuckles, "I was expecting some sort of superhuman, not two butlers in black tailcoats."

Continuing, Azzurro keeps his gun aimed in the direction of Sebastian and Thomas, "Who are you really? Killers sent by the Phantomhive to save their young master? An undercover special task officer? You two can't really be just some butlers."

"No, we are just your average butlers."

"You may be average. Not me."

Sebastian sends Thomas a tight-lipped smile regarding his comment, trying not to roll his eyes at the overly confident demon.

"Really? I've never met butlers of your talents before. I'm impressed. However," Azzurro reaches down to pull Ciel up by his hair, "If you want to save them you'll have to go through me first."

Thomas releases a sigh of disdain, "I don't have the time for this."

"You don't want to see your cute little masters with a hole in their head, do you? You're smart butlers, you should know what to do, right?" Azzurro mocks the pair of demons, loaded gun pressed against Ciel's temple while Leah lays not far behind them.

Reaching into Thomas' pocket, Sebastian begins to retrieve the phone from Thomas, "The thing that you wanted—"

Before Sebastian is capable of completing his sentence, a bullet goes through the head of the two butlers. Numerous bullets are fired in their direction, leaving holes throughout their body at the surprise attack.

"Seb.." Ciel's eyes widen.

Behind a painting, a group of four men in suits stand with their guns cocked, observing the butlers that now lay across the floor.

"Ah, they're dead? What fools, I've won this one," Azzurro smirks while bringing Ciel close with a fistful of his hair, "Even though they failed to save you, it was still quite touching, brat."

Continuing to spout irrelevant nonsense, Azzurro happily accepts his win, "Don't blame us for getting rough with you, brat. I won't hurt you, your organs will be worth quite a lot. The girl is definitely a pretty penny."

Eye twitching at the Italian's words, Ciel keeps his right closed now that Azzurro uncovered it. Unable to contain his irritation any longer, the Phantomhive calls out in annoyance.

"How much longer do you intend to play around for?" Ciel ignores the sound of surprise from Azzurro, "Do you plan on sleeping on that hard floor? Hurry up and get rid of these guys."

The bodies of Thomas and Sebastian start to twitch, stopping their fun.

"I'm— This is impossible!" Azzurro shouts, worry stricken across his face.

Getting back on their feet, Thomas spits his bullets back into his hand while Sebastian goes on his monologue, "Who would have known that technology would improve this much? It's incomparable to that of a century ago."

"We'll be returning the favor with these." Shaking the bullets around in their hands, Thomas and Sebastian throw them out, sending them through the men that circle them.

"Oh dear, look what you've done. How could you put so many holes into my coat?" Sebastian sighs.

Thomas interjects, scowling at the raven-haired butler, "No one cares about your tailcoat. Look at what's been done to the Lady!"

Centering his attention on the unconscious noblewoman, Thomas makes sure to not step any closer. As worried as he may be, provoking Azzurro could mean her death.

"Idiots. Are you still going to fool around?" Ciel glares.

"I will always faithfully stay by your side, so please do not worry." Sebastian muses.

After a ridiculous, one-sided fight —Thomas was the only one who was acting ridiculous— the young nobles are returned to the safety of their butler's arms.

Undoing the bindings around Leah's body, Thomas huffs in irritation at the sight of her, "Her precious skin.. littered in bruises. Just terrible."

Giving Thomas an odd stare, Ciel holds any questions he may have as he is lifted from his spot on placed on an armchair. "This time the game was quite unentertaining."

"Wait! Wait a minute, aren't you two just some butlers?! I— I don't want to die here!" Azzurro screams in agony while grasping his right arm, "Please use me as your hostage. I will pay 5,000, no! 10,000 sterling to you. I will amend my wrong ways and turn over a new leaf.. So please, have mercy on me!"

Turning his head in irritation, Thomas growls in denial as he continues to observe the harm done to Leah's body. Leaning down to brush a strand of hair from her face, the demon can't help but admire the beauty, ignoring the end to Azzurro happening just a few feet behind him.

— ౨ৎ —

Approaching the Phantomhive Manor, the demon butlers carry their respective master's bridal style. Due to the somewhat rocky ride, Leah is pulled from her unconscious state and looks up at Thomas with glassy eyes.

"What happened..? My head is killing me." Leah pouts, leaning her head against the blonde's chest before closing her eyes once again.

"It doesn't matter, you are safe now." Thomas glances down at the young girl, not bothering to feign a smile or look of comfort.

As the group of four gets closer, the Phantomhive servants are quick to run over at the sight of their disheveled appearances. While Meyrin and Bardroy move in to get a closer look at Ciel, Finnian observes the bruising on Leah.

"Oh my! Lady Leah, how could.." Finnian trails off, worry evident on his face.

"They only had a fall," Sebastian assures the other servants.

"'Fall' my ass.." Leah grumbles under her breath before catching herself on her unladylike language.

Shifting around in Thomas' arms, Leah does a once over on herself before breaking into a small sweat, "If Father sees me like this, he'll never let me leave the house again!"

Barely acknowledging Sebastian making his little scene, Thomas runs a hand through Leah's hair before dropping her beside Ciel.

"We shall have you stay at the Phantomhive Manor while you recover. When you are presentable, you'll return home." Thomas nods at his own devised plan to keep both Leah and himself from being murdered by her father.

"Staying at Ciel's manor? Oh, how lovely!"