#flustered? embarrassed? bewildered? amused? you name it

[kidovna]

would HIGHLY recommend the decoy bride with david tennant if you haven’t seen it, it sort of splits the difference between 2000s romcoms and 2010s ones and he’s absolutely ridiculous in it in the best of ways

i just watched it and i did not expect rom-com david tennant to make me feel so much 🫣

[neo127]

⠀⠀⠀✿ ⿸⿱⠀⠀𓈒⠀𓈒⠀🪼🫧 using dorky pet names with them

when you call your boyfriend a…different?? pet name pairing. enha x gn!reader genre. hcs, fluff, established relationships cw. nothing rlly…reader is slightly older than riki in his part!

HEESEUNG | “my honey bunch!” you called in a singsong voice as you approached heeseung who had been sitting on the couch. he looked up at you with a raised eyebrow, a confused laugh tumbling from his mouth.

“honey bunch…?” he asked, his arms instantly moving to settle around your waist when you settled yourself in his lap.

“yes, because you’re my honey bunch.” you replied before poking his nose and giving the man an innocent smile.

“why can’t i be…hot stuff or something like that…” he mumbled which caused you to burst out laughing.

“hee, i was only joking. do you actually want me to call you that?” you asked in between giggles. heeseung became flustered immediately, avoiding your gaze.

“no…”

“it’s ok, hot stuff. you don’t have to be embarrassed.”

JAY | “dinner’s ready.” jay announced as you walked into the kitchen, the smell of different spices and sauces filling your nose. you smiled instantly, a small idea coming to mind as you walked up behind jay.

“thank you, my boo bear.” you said loudly, giving jay a wet kiss on the cheek. the man laughed and tried to dodge you, but you held on to his waist tightly.

“boo bear…?” he asked, turning to look at you with an amused smirk. you smiled wide and nodded your head eagerly.

“yup! that’s what you are.”

“then i wear that title with pride.”

JAKE | your boyfriend was honestly too adorable for his own good sometimes. it wasn’t even on purpose with his puppy- like head tilts or dorky things he indulged in. sometimes you just couldn’t take it and felt cuteness aggression toward the man.

“my honey bunny, you’re so cute.” you cooed, grabbing jake’s face with both your hands before placing small kisses on his nose. he giggled and shyly backed away from your touch.

“interesting pet name. i would rather be called your unbelievably sexy and hot boyfriend.” jake replied while raising his eyebrows suggestively. you jokingly rolled your eyes, before grabbing his face again.

“but you’re my honey bunny.” you pouted, making jake hide his face in his sweater.

“nooooo…”

SUNGHOON | your friends never believed it when you told them how clingy your boyfriend could be at times. sunghoon never tended to show his affection much in public, but when the two of you were alone then it was a completely different story.

the man was totally sleep deprived, clinging onto you as if you were his lifeline as he slowly drifted off to sleep.

“my cuddle bug is tired, hm?” you cooed softly, softly running a hand through sunghoon’s hair. he hummed in response, barley registering what you had said. but suddenly, it clicked and he began to lift his head from your shoulder.

“no, shhh, it’s ok go back to sleep.” you pushed his head beck down to your chest and suppressed a laugh. you knew that sunghoon would definitely bring the nickname back up the next morning.

SUNOO | “shnookums, come here!” you called out to your boyfriend who had been finishing his skincare in the bathroom. you had to hold back a laugh when sunoo looked into his bedroom with a bewildered expression.

“what did you just call me?” he asked, walking over to the bed where you were sitting cross legged.

“shnookums.” you replied, trying your best not to cringe from saying it out loud again. sunoo caught your guilty smile immediately and lightly tackled you onto the blanket.

“you’re weird.” he mumbled into your neck before placing a small kiss there.

JUNGWON | “my jellybean, i missed you!” you greeted your boyfriend as you tugged him into a tight bear hug.

“we saw each other yesterday. and jellybean…?” jungwon replied, his voice trailing off in confusion as he closed the door to his apartment. you honestly had no idea how to explain the pet name, it just randomly popped into your head when you saw the man.

“you don’t like it?” you asked, putting a fake pout on your face. jungwon’s teasing smile dropped and he grabbed you in his arms.

“no, ofc course i love it. if my favorite person in the world wants to call me that, then i don’t mind.” jungwon said, a small smile on his face. you smiled back at him before placing a kiss on his cheek.

“i love you a lot.”

RIKI | you didn’t have many pet names for your boyfriend, it just wasn’t something you had really thought about. but one day, one came to mind.

“baby boy, can you pass me my charger?” you spoke up, poking riki’s shoulder. he reached over to the side of the bed he was sitting on, unplugging the charger before handing it to you with a raised eyebrow.

“excuse me?” he asked, his expression almost comical. you stifled a laugh before fully turning your body to face him.

“i said what i said.” you shrugged before reaching over to grab his face. riki dodged your hand and pretended to gag.

“is it because i’m younger than you?”

“it’s a pet name, riki.”

“choose a better one.”

“nope! this one is staying.”

[eatfishies]

Black Lace and Trouble All Over Your Face 🔞

summary: A black lace underwear vs a lust-driven Sylus.

or

He may or may not have seen a peek of what you wore beneath your dress.

word count: 2.5k tags: NSFW, sylus x reader (afab), no plot just filth, oral sex, cunnilingus, clit play, swearing, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, squirting and ejaculation, overstimulation, choking, blowjobs, slight fluff, panty kink (?), deepthroating, pet names, nipple play, established relationship, creampie, degradation fish notes: please and PLEASE heed the tags oki !! only read if ur comfy but yes anyways i decided to share my smutty sylus fic here too ^__^ forgive me if it's a lil rusty, i haven't wrote in awhile T__T ── ao3 link ★ ˙ ̟ song recs: guess by charli xcx

She honestly didn’t know how it even came to this point. From trying on an innocent dress to now, laying and spreading out before the most fearful man in the whole N109 Zone. And yet, Sylus finds her the prettiest like this — flustered and bewildered. The dress she was trying on hiked up a bit, showing off her bare, smooth legs.

Sylus could no longer ignore the gnawing primal hunger he feels towards her. It was torturous, having to hold back his desires and maintain a facade of nonchalance when all he wanted was to ravage her and make her feel like she’s on top of the world.

Her breath hitched in her throat as she stared at him. Red eyes swirling with multitude of thoughts. “W- what are you doing…?” She asked, slightly confused, yet mildly curious. Of course, she knew what he was thinking about it, she’s not entirely dumb.

Sylus traced her jaw ever so softly. “Don’t play coy with me, kitten. You knew what you were doing wearing this dress.”

Well, it wasn’t really a revealing dress per se, it’s just that… she was in the middle of picking up her phone that had dropped to the floor when he walked in on her. Bent down and revealing a peek of what’s underneath her cute little dress. Sylus briefly caught a glimpse of a black lace underwear, but he couldn’t be too sure. He needed to see it for himself to confirm his suspicions.

If only Sylus hadn’t come home at this exact moment, then maybe she wouldn’t have been in this exact predicament. Not that she’s complaining much but she is more or less a little bit surprised that it took Sylus longer than she anticipated to make a move. For someone so bold with his adoration towards her, he is awfully slow when it comes to voicing out his inner desires. Perhaps this train of thought goes way deeper and… dirtier than it seemed.

“I really don’t know what you’re talking about. I was just trying on a cute dress I had just bought online. It’s not my fault you saw my underwear. You should’ve knocked before you entered anyways.” She spoke, trying to remain casual and calm but only he knows how fast her composure is slipping the more she is pinned beneath him.

He only smirked, as he wasn’t particularly phased or bothered by it. The tent on his pants says otherwise though. He really is curious to know what lies beneath her dress. For once, he’ll let go of his pride and bite the bullet. After all, he couldn’t resist her, no matter how hard he tried. She’s the only one that can conquer the depths of his heart.

“Well then… care to satiate my curiosity then? Or is my kitten too shy to admit that she wears such a pretty little thing underneath her clothes everyday...”

A blush crept on her face even more. “O- of course not everyday!” She looked away, too embarrassed that she may have worn it because she had also bought it along with the dress. It seemed like her wishful thinking came true after all. Now that Sylus has her trapped and nowhere to go, she could only let herself go.

“Why don’t you take a guess then? What do you think I’m wearing, hm?”

Sylus stared at her, amused by her sudden bold question. “You want me to guess, huh, darling?” He leaned down to gently bite her earlobe, sending tingles everywhere down her body. He whispered hotly in her ear, “I think it’s black and lace. Am I right, sweetie?”

At this point, she was still surprised at how she’s even holding up. She merely croaked out a flustered, “yes” before Sylus smirked and went lower to kiss and bite her neck, leaving a trail of hickeys that would be visible to everyone tomorrow. She could only let out whimpers and moans at his ministrations.

“Sy- sylus! Please…” She begged as he continued to tease her. He pulled back slightly, “What do you want baby?”

With no hesitation, she said breathlessly, “I want you.”

Red eyes gleamed dangerously as his usual smirk tugged at his lips. “As you wish, princess.” In a swift motion, he took the dress she was wearing and tossed it somewhere on the floor. Normally, she’d be a little pissed but now, she couldn’t care less.

Not when Sylus is marveling at the underwear she’s wearing. A black lace, almost see-through underwear with pink bows on it. It should be a crime on how it ridiculously made him salivate at the sight before him.

“Like what you see?” She bit her lip shyly, observing his expression carefully.

“Like it is not even a word for it, sweetie.” His fingers went up to expertly take off her bra, leaving her breasts exposed. He grasped both of them before pinching her nipples, eliciting a moan out of her. Sylus closed the distance between them and kissed her hungrily, addicted to the way she tasted as he played with her tits. He pulled away and gazed at her with a wild look in his eyes, “I am going to devour you.” Was what he said before his lips enclosed on the nipple, feeling it hardened as he continued to twirl with the neglected bud.

Pure ecstasy ran through her body. She can feel herself getting even more wet the more Sylus continued to suck and lick her nipples. He watched her carefully as he trailed kisses along her soft skin, igniting all sorts of butterflies in the pit of her stomach.

She squirmed beneath his watchful eyes, “Sy… please. Don’t tease me.” She pleaded, her tone was sweet and desperate. A deep chuckle was all she heard before Sylus slowly moved down to stare at her sopping wet panty. He smirked, finding this amusing, “Already so wet for me, kitten?” He prodded at her soaked underwear, pressing down on her clit.

At the sounds of her whimpers, Sylus continued to rub her clit through her underwear. Edging her closer to release but the moment she arched her back and curled her toes, Sylus stops. Unable to control herself any longer, she begged, “Please… I want you. I’ll be good, I swear.”

“Really? Then I shall reward my good girl, hm?” Sylus pulled aside her cute lace underwear, staring in fascination and adoration at her dripping cunt. “Your pretty pink pussy is so eager for me, sweetie.” She blushed, seemingly having a hard time to grasp on his crude, yet blunt words.

Without giving her a chance to dwell on it, Sylus begins to lick her pussy. All she could do was lay back and let out a string of moans– overwhelmed by the pleasure. Ruby eyes gazed at her intensely as he continued to expertly suck on her drooling cunt.

“Haaa..! Ah! Fuck–! It feels so good, Sy…” She moaned out his name and it sounded like heaven to his ears. He hummed, skillfully tonguing her pussy with vigor, aching to witness her orgasm. The tent in his pants is becoming awfully hard, he longed to see her on her knees and choking on his cock. The more she mewls and cries, the faster Sylus laps at her eager cunt.

Her fingers find their way to grasp and pull on Sylus’s soft hair, a plethora of moans and whimpers choked out of her throat as she feels herself reaching her climax. “Ah! Sylus, Sylus! Fuck, I’m so close!” A wave of euphoria washed over her as she came undone on Sylus’s sinful mouth.

“That’s my good girl.” He spoke lowly as he licked his lips, she felt herself flush at the sight of his face wet with her juices. Just when she thought it was over, her underwear was pulled down and tossed to the side, revealing her dripping wet pussy. Her cunt clenched around his digits, sliding in and out of her gummy walls with ease.

“Argh…! Sylus… put it in me. I want it. I want your cock.” She whimpered and who was Sylus to deny his slutty girl what she wanted. “Relax, kitten. Let me see how much you can squirt for me.” She bit her lip, hard as he continued to finger her, casually inserting three fingers at once.

He chuckled, “My… someone’s insatiable. Can’t get enough, hm? Such a dirty whore for me.” She could only moan out in response as Sylus sped up, ramming in her cunt like there’s no tomorrow. The room was surrounded by her cries of pleasure and wet squelching sounds, courtesy of her desperate pussy.

Curses and whimpers elicited out of her throat, her cunt spasming against his skillful fingers. Sylus curled his fingers and that’s when she saw stars, coming once more for him. “So… so… good…” She said breathlessly, seemingly in a daze.

Sylus brushed a strand of hair out of her face, drenched in sweat as she stared back at him. Her eyes are unfocused and filled with desire. “Does my slutty kitten want my cock?” He leaned down and began to litter bite marks at her thighs. Sylus loved this, claiming her as his own. Letting everyone know that she belongs to him and him only.

She whined, her hands reaching out to grip on his shirt. “Want it, Sy… please. I’ve been so good…”

He lets her unbutton his shirt, her fingers are itching to feel his skin against hers, while Sylus removed his pants, speeding up the process. Without wasting any time, Sylus stroked his hardened shaft, letting out breathy moans. His gaze remained on her, laying beneath him. “C’mon sweetie, open up.” He said as he guided his cock to her parted lips.

She lets out a whine, swallowing him whole. Sylus was way too big to even fit in her mouth but the more he trained her, the more she became accustomed to it. “What a good cockslut.” He praised her, his fingers tugging onto her messy hair.

Eager to please, she began to bob her head around his shaft while he roughly throatfucks her. Saliva trickled down her chin but all she could think about was him. Sylus is truly the definition of perfect.

The sight of him in bliss and in pleasure turns her on way more than she’d like to admit. Feeling strangely motivated by the looks of his face, she quickened her pace, wanting, no, she needs his cum.

“Ah… yeah, just like that, kitten. Fuck, you’re so good at this. You like sucking my cock, huh?” He stroked her hair as she gazed up at him, nodding. Unable to resist any longer, Sylus grips her hair, and she lets herself be used just like a toy. “You dirty little whore, so good at pleasing me. Fuck, I’m close!” He thrusted inside her hot mouth before finally reaching his high.

As soon as he came, she hummed in satisfaction. Pulling back, she stuck out her tongue and showed him before swallowing. Sylus’s eyes glowed, he’s hungry for more. In an instant, he grabbed her throat, “You pretty little thing, I’m going to ruin you.”

She braced herself when she felt the tip of his cock slowly push inside her dripping cunt. Once he finally slid all the way in, he let out a moan. “Your pussy is so needy. It’s gripping me so hard, sweetie.” She could only arch her back as her fingers scramble to grab the sheets.

Feeling herself clenching tightly around his shaft, she whimpered, “Move… Sylus, please, I need you hard and fast.”

The usual smirk appeared on his handsome face, “As you wish, my slut.” Was what he said before ruthlessly pounding into her with an inhumane pace. His name falls out of her lips like a prayer – a mantra as she feels her pussy drooling and becoming wetter with each thrust.

“Scream for me. Say my name.” His hand gripped her throat, “Say it, you dumb slut.”

She had no choice but to obey his demands. With a choked voice, she screamed out, “Sylus! Sylus! Fuuuuck! Feels so good– ah! Right there, right there!”

He could only admire her as he thrusted deep into her sweet spot. Watching his lover make such lewd expressions makes him feel a swell of pride, knowing that only he could do that. No one else.

He lets go of her throat, thick fingers coming down to rub and flick at her clit. “Cum on my cock, whore.”

The world turned white as soon as she reached her orgasm. Sylus continued to ram into her before coming deep in her tight cunt. He pulled out, staring in fascination as cum dribbled out of her used pussy.

“You did so well, kitten.” He said softly, caressing her cheek as she nodded dumbly, too out of it. Sylus could only smile, knowing that she is still in a state of euphoria. He leaned down to press a kiss on her forehead, “Let me take care of you, my precious.”

The next morning, she woke up feeling sore and satisfied. To her disappointment, Sylus was nowhere to be seen. She frowned as she sat up in bed, maybe he has work? She thought to herself before getting out and walking to the bathroom.

Bite marks and hickies scattered across her skin as she observed her disheveled state in the mirror. She blushed as she recalled their intense activity last night. After she had finished washing her face and brushing her teeth, she walked out and was surprised to see Sylus in bed with a tray of breakfast.

“Good morning, sweetie.” He said, his eyes softening at her appearance.

Her feet instantly moved to sit beside him, “Sylus, did you make this?” She pointed to the fluffy pancakes and a cup of coffee. A smile crept on her face once she realized that the pancakes were shaped like hearts.

“Of course. I dismissed the chef for today. Wanted to pamper you for being so good to me last night.”

If it wasn’t possible, she felt herself falling for this man more and more. She smiled brightly at him, “Thank you, this is lovely.”

He returned her smile with his own, “Anything for you, my sweet.”

The couple enjoyed their morning with breakfast in bed and cuddles. When Sylus was feeding her, he suddenly asked, “Where did you get that underwear from?”

She raised a brow, “I ordered it online. It’s pretty, isn’t it?”

“Very. Next time you want to buy something, put it on my card.” He said casually.

A hint of surprise etched on her face, “Oh? Okay then.”

Over the course of a few days, she finds new packages arrived at her doorstep. No doubt the work of Sylus when she shook her hand and sighs as she held up the new lace panty that he had ordered for her.

There was a note at the end of the package, it wrote, “Wear this for tonight.”

She could only smile as she knew she would be in for a treat once more.

[smilingangel582]

Hi guys! I'm gonna write this fic shipping Sakura and Suo romantically. Hehe hate me or love me but this is for my sweet friend's sake who adores those two.

Prepare for lots of blushy sweet Sakura and teasing merciless, Suo!

Enjoyyy~

Warning a bit of swearing, sweet fluff and romance. Spoilers from windbreaker anime and manga.

Tracing

The room feels not right. It's too empty for Suo's taste. Definitely not hot as the window allows a bit of ventilation. Hayato Suo doesn't mind the cramp space with the boy he loves.

Sakura, still asleep in the futon as Suo watched him while propping an elbow up from the side. His white shirt is thin and reveals the light softer muscles that are developed well for his strong body.

Suo amused recalls how he and Sakura started dating. It was all about Sakura's cute flustered expressions and embarassed stutters that entertained Suo -however it surprises him how Sakura has returned those feelings as awkwardly and sincerely as he can.

Sweet...

Suo smiles warmly, now watching those black and white lashes flicker but deeply shut in sleep. He noticed Sakura stir, now his back to Suo, slightly curled like a child. His face looks relaxed and softer than how he is usually, and Suo loves every part of it. He slowly touched his back, tracing random slow patterns with adornment.

His hands trail down to the small of his back where his shirt has ridden up a bit. Slightly curious, he used his thumb to caress the skin, bewildered how soft that spot is.

Sakura Shivers and murmurs something groggily. Suo carefully stops his action until he's certain Sakura's drifted back to sleep. Then smiles as he continues again, now tickling the skin there intentionally.

"Hmm, mm...?" A soft little mumble escapes Sakura, his slightly awakened face tilting sideways to look at Suo but not turning properly.

"Oopse, sorry... did I wake you, Haruka-kun?" Suo whispered at his ear. Instantly, it turned red either from embarassment or sensitivity.

He's still not used to being called by his first name.

"No... m'fine..." Sakura yawned now. Feeling Suo's warm chest press to his back, arms wrapping around his waist. This used to emabrass him a lot but he's slowly gotten used to the clingy Suo.

"Sakura-kun... are you hungry?" Suo asked, suddenly nipping his ear and that made Sakura jump in bed, blushing furiously.

Oh, he's not used to that yet? Cute...

Suo fondly began to trail kisses to his neck, hoping to embarrass him a little bit at least

Instead of a flustered Sakura, Suo got a giggly one. He squirms a little, "O-ohohoi... dohoho nohot..."

"Mmm? Something wrong?" Suo smirks, now back to tracing his bare skin by the waist, making Sakura's arms twitch, and his whole body stiffen, "You giggled just now, didn't you?"

Sakura was silent, hoping to hold in and resist everything in his power to-

"GYAACK!" Sakura yelled in surprise when Suo lightly tapped his hips whole breathing on his neck on purpose.

"Oh? That was an adorable sound... can I hear it again?" Suo hums teasingly now nipping at Sakura's ear to get him to squeak and Sakura squirms unable to concentrate on evading them. His continues to torment his poor hips if he delays his advances as well.

"Sa-ku-ra-kun?" Suo prods his hip gently.

"AACK! C-CUHUHUT IT OUT!"

Sakura tried to turn and face him, but Suo's arm under Sakura curls by his ribs, giving them a satisfying squeeze, making him giggle more, "Y-yoOHOU AHAHAHASS YAHAHA!!!"

"Eeeh? That is so mean... moo Sakura-kun..." Suo, let's a playful whine now continues to nibble Sakura's neck as a little punishment, which made the latter squeal and scrunchly cover his shoulders and neck defensively.

Suo might end up going for another diet... a suger one the least...

Sakura squirms a bit more and manages to twist front and face Suo, grabbing his menacing hands, "G-gah! Damn it, Suo, hehe... ehehenough!"

Suo smiles, stopping as demanded, looking at him with a loving gaze, a hand cupping his cheek, "You have a beautiful laugh, dear Haruka..."

Sakura's eyes widened, now looking down shyly feeling the soft tracing of Suo's finger under his jaw soothing, "Y-you have a nice smile... u-um... Hayato..."

Suo's caressing stop midway, stunned to say anything back to that. Sakura's face burns so much that he pulls the covers above his head to hide his reddening face.

After a minute to take it in, Suo giggles softly, patting the curled up bashful futon cocoon who is still taking baby steps to improve his relationship...

The effort alone is enough for Suo to love this man forever and protect him at all costs.

[stayteezdreams]

A Kiss For Christmas

Plot: When running into Felix under the mistletoe changes everything.

Pairing: Lee Felix x Gn!Reader

Warnings: Peer-Pressure Kiss (but don't worry they both secretly really wanted to kiss - its also just a peck).

A/n: I wanted this to be longer but I was struggling for inspiration and I got stuck like half-way through, so sorry it's pretty short!

Words: 1k

You checked the time on your phone as you looked around the room. Not that many people had left yet, but you decided you had your fill of Christmas party antics for the evening. Not to mention this was abut the fifth Christmas paryy you attended in the last week and a half.

You said a few goodbyes as you made your way through your friends house. As you got to the doorway, you heard your name called by a familiar voice as Felix approached with a wide smile on his face.

"Are you leaving?"

You nodded, "Yeah I'm pretty tired."

He nodded in understanding, "I'm getting there myself, want me to take you home?"

The offer made your heart jolt as you hummed in thought. Before you could respond, you heard the loud voice of your friend in the room behind you.

As he called out, you failed to hear what he said, but as the others in the room all began smiling and pointing over at you and Felix, you began to understand what was going on.

Slowly, you looked up to see an old mistletoe hanging just above your heads. As the drunk party-goers began chanting, "Mistletoe!" you and Felix shared a look of realization.

You cringed internally, knowing that on any other occasion, this moment might be sweet or romantic even, but now it just felt awkward and forced.

"Don't leave 'em hanging Felix!" A mutual friend cackled as you sighed with a roll of your eyes.

Meeting Felix's eyes again you were a startled by the sincere and soft gaze he held, his lip's sporting a soft smile.

Before you could ask him what he thought you should do, he slowly leaned forward. You had plenty of time to react or move away, but your body seemed to freeze in place.

He pressed a brief and soft kiss to your lips before pulling away quicker than he leaned in. You noticed the tint of his ears changing almost immedietely as the group behind you cheered.

Felix could easily see the surprise you felt at his actions, and he looked desperately for some form of pleasure or excitement from it as well. You stared at him blankly and he felt his chest tighten.

As the people behind you began mumbling about another kiss Felix cleared his throat as he gently grabbed your elbow.

"Lets go before they start up again."

Seemingly coming back to your senses, you nodded mutely as you let him lead you outside. As the cold night air hit you, you shook yourself from your stupor, but your heart still raced in your chest.

Felix was watching you closely as if looking at a skittish cat that might run off at any moment.

"I'm sorry." He finally mumbled out as he adjusted himself nervously.

Realizing your stunned silence must have caused him to worry that he upset you, you shook your head softly. "No it's okay, it was just a peck anyways. I'm glad you did it- wait, no- I mean, I'm glad you did something because I wasn't sure what to do."

Felix slowly smiled in amusement as you began stuttering and becoming more flustered. He couldn't help but find it cute. As he chuckled softly, you cleared your throat as you hoped your embarrassment wasn't evident on your face.

"I'm still sorry for doing it so suddenly, without warning. I guess thinking back on it I could have just kissed your cheek, or told them to shut up, but I think I did it mainly because...I just wanted to."

You stared at him blankly for a moment as you blinked a few times. "What?"

The smile on his face showed his clear shyness at his sudden confession. He scratched the back of his neck as his eyes grew a bit wider, something you had always noticed when he was nervous or bewildered.

"Honestly, I saw you heading under the mistletoe and that's why I called out your name, but I hadn't realized so many people were in the room behind you so it became more awkward."

"You... tried to stop me under the mistletoe on purpose?"

He nodded softly and you couldn't help but smile. "If the situation had been different, I would have reacted differently too." You admitted and his smile widened.

"Like...kissing me back?"

You giggled under your breath before you nodded your head, "Yeah, like kissing you back."

He cleared his throat softly before taking a step closer to you, causing your heart to skip. "What if... I kissed you now? Would you kiss me back?"

"Hmm," You pretended to think about it before you smiled almost teasingly, "I suppose there is only one way to know."

He grinned at your response as he stepped closer, his eyes flicking back and forth between your lips and eyes. Slowly he leaned forward, pausing briefly before your lips touched, as if checking you wouldn't pull away. When you didn't, he closed the gap and kissed you.

After a short moment to make him wonder, you kissed him back. You felt him smile into the kiss before he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer, deepening the kiss.

Pulling away a few moments later to catch your breath, you both grinned giddily as he continued to hold you close to him, swaying you back and forth.

"Why didn't we do that sooner?"

You hummed, "Because both of us are oblivious?"

He shrugged his head before he chuckled, "Yeah that's probably it."

As you gazed at each other in pleasant silence, you spoke softly. "Now I don't want to go home."

Your previous desire to be at home snuggled in bed was replaced by your desire to stay with Felix for a bit longer.

"Well, I do know a place nearby that stays open late. You hungry?"

It didn't matter if you were hungry or not, you nodded fervently as Felix chuckled, just as glad to have an excuse to stay with you longer. And hopefully he would find a few more excuses to kiss you before the night was out.

xx End xx

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[incognito-lionbeast]

So remember how I said that this was a mundane Cumplane AU? well, I lied. But I said that in the notes, already~

My hand slipped! I wrote a scene from much, much later in the AU. No context, we die like men. Figure it out :3c

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Shen Mei took one look at the two men standing at the door and blinked, stunned. Tall, handsome beyond compare, imperial… and in full cosplay. Their attention to detail was astounding—better than most of the dramas she watched, to be honest. She recognized the pair immediately, somehow finding it within herself to giggle at them. Oh, holy shit. Well, they had to be here for the two nerds locked up in one of the family’s guest rooms, right? So, she drew a hand up to her mouth to stifle that fleeting amusement, completely missing Luo Binghe’s attempt at a polite, gentlemanly greeting. Instead, Shen Mei composed herself shortly after and waved him off. 

“Hold on, one sec.”

Shen Mei drew a breath; turning away away from her guests, she yelled:

“San-ge! Your boyfriend is here!!” 

Said “boyfriend” was one-part offended—he was a husband, thank you—and two-parts bewildered by the smug aura emanating from the minuscule teenaged… sister?… standing between them and entry into the Shen household. Though, the latter statement didn’t last for long; immeasurably pleased by her declaration, Shen Mei listened for the sound of the guest room door opening and then quickly ushered the two demons inside to wait for her precious elder brother to arrive. If he took too long, she’d simply have to yell again. Don’t think she wouldn’t!

“Sorry, he and um… Feiji have been really busy.” Shen Mei explained. Yes, she still called him Airplane despite everything. And perhaps because she’d never asked for a real name. “You must be friends of theirs, right? Um, well if you aren’t, then this is super awkward, but—”

Pretty sure. Why else would they have Proud Immortal Demon Way cosplayers at their door, if not to hang out with the Author and his favourite hater? She just wished her dearest brother would have said something sooner! She could have roasted him better! Damn it, she could have prepared! Totally unfair. Then again, if this was for more than just hanging out… well, she’d just have to roast him for that, too! (She couldn’t believe that her brother would use their parent’s money for such extravagant, niche entertainment, though. He truly had changed, huh?)

As it was, Shen Yuan, with Airplane in tow, made his appearance before Luo Binghe had time to properly respond to the question. They both looked startlingly perplexed, vexed even—and that was even before sighting Luo Binghe and Mobei-Jun!—lingering at the edge of the room as if there was an arrow pointing to Airplane with the moniker ‘Shen Yuan’s boyfriend’ written clear as day upon it. His boyfriend was already–? 

Wait. Hold on.

They noticed.

“Shizun!” Luo Binghe yelped, recognising the face staring at him from the days of Shen Qingqiu’s Sun-Moon Dew Mushroom body. Yet, this recognition did nothing to assuage Shen Yuan’s confusion—nor his embarrassment, recollecting the way in which he’d been summoned from his work. Um. Hello? 

“Binghe…?” As in, Luo Binghe? As in— What.

Meanwhile, Mobei-Jun settled on staring intently at the unfamiliar face next to Shen Yuan, discerning. Trying to. Was it or was it not..? His brow furrowed, scrutinizing the physique of the poor, chubby—albeit not unattractive, suppose—shut-in of an author. Airplane wilted bashfully under his cold gaze, but could not pry his own away; unconsciously, he even hovered a few steps closer. He’d seen Mobei-Jun cosplayers before—even went out of his way to look for pictures—but this was… extraordinary. Luo Binghe, too, but he was far less interesting at the moment. 

Airplane, as always, had priorities.

“Did— Please don’t tell me my sister invited you here.” Shen Yuan tried to smooth out his expression, casting a glance her way. Brushing through his bangs, a hint of flustered exasperation tinted his body language regardless.

“Me? I thought they were your friends,” Shen Mei defended, adding inaudibly: Or escorts…

“Shizun,” Binghe tried again, a flash of worry marring his formerly composed nature. It could only get worse from there. So, he whined, striding forward to close the gap between them. Surely, it would help if Shen Yuan got a better look at him, right? He insisted, verging on pleading. “You don’t.. remember me? I’m your husband.”

This caught Airplane’s attention, snapping from his daze to genially mock his boyfriend. “Wow, Shen-bro, when were you going to tell me about this? I didn’t know you were already married! I’m hurt!”

“I’m not!” Shen Yuan retorted, thrusting yet another icy dagger into Luo Binghe’s chest. Upon seeing such a pained expression, he immediately recanted, instinct guiding his hand to rest upon Binghe’s head (a difficult task considering their new and improved height-difference, but his alleged husband leaned down to accommodate). There, there. Please don’t look at him like that! Please don’t— get any closer! Help. “I don’t think I am? You’re not—”

What was he saying?? Luo Binghe wasn’t even real! Yet, the giant of a man gazed at him with such sorrowful conviction that those words dried up immediately, never to be spoken. He swallowed, “You’re not mistaking me for someone else, are you…?”

“This disciple would recognize Shizun anywhere.” That fact was provenly false. But romantic. Shen Yuan flushed, startling backward a full step as Luo Binghe softly pressed a palm against his cheek. Yet, he would not allow Shen Yuan a second step, even as he reverted from petting to pushing Luo Binghe away. Never mind their audience, the demon lord gripped his husband with a free hand, holding him roughly in place as if that would somehow facilitate recalling lost memories. Then, simply, he claimed Shen Yuan’s soft lips with his own.

After all, Luo Binghe was used to Shen Qingqiu’s many false denials, thinking little of Shen Yuan’s. He had to remember. He had to. Though, even so, Luo Binghe dared not go further than a single stolen kiss for now. Shizun would be angry… 

Airplane’s feelings toggled between jealousy and amusement at the sight of it. Hey, that’s mine… his inner voice called out. Not that he had any chance if Shen Yuan and— Luo Binghe? A cosplayer? Really were a couple. Somehow. To distract himself, Airplane returned his attention to the duo of Mobei-Jun and Shen Mei. He asked, “Um, forgive me for asking, but Mei-Mei really didn’t pay you guys to do this, right?”

“She did not.” Mobei-Jun answered, to the accompaniment of ‘See, I told you!’ somewhere off to his left. Well, alright then. So, if this wasn’t Shen Yuan’s idea—which, judging by the less-than-consensual kissing and fussing going on, probably not—and it wasn’t HIS idea, then it had to be their idea. Yet, that didn’t make much sense, either. Supposing that the pair were simple cosplayers, how and why were they even here?? He was but an author, and Shen Yuan was…

“And you are?” Airplane tried again.

“Mobei-Jun.”

“Oh.” He should have seen that one coming. “I– yes, I see that. My king, what are you doing here?”

Mobei-Jun’s expression brightened almost imperceptibly at those two little words, so reverently applied even for lack of memory. Imploring. Though there had been doubt before, who else could it be? Who else gazed at him so? Thus, having finally reached a verdict, he stated with such affectionate satisfaction (though perhaps he was the only one who could really tell). “Qinghua.”

“Huh?” Airplane blinked. “Well, I guess you can call me that. I can’t stop you. I don’t think I really look like Shang Qinghua, though — and isn’t, didn’t you?”

I should know, I wrote the damn thing. 

There’s no way Mobei-Jun should be happy to see Shang Qinghua, right?

“My king, I don’t understand,” he said, continuing to play along. Why not! Well, fuck he knew why not. Yet, his boyfriend was too busy being menaced by Luo Binghe. So, he might as well humour this one, too. Maybe this was a horrible idea, maybe they weren’t really cosplayers or whatever at all! They could be in serious danger. The more Airplane thought about it, the more he couldn’t help feeling that they might be, eyes darting over to Shen Mei. Get out of here! They’re ignoring you!! And if these two don’t kill him, then Shen-bro definitely will if you get hurt!

If only she could hear him. Alas.

“You do not remember, either.” Mobei-Jun sighed. He considered briefly following Luo Binghe’s lead and kissing the man before him; yet Binghe didn’t seem to be getting results, either. So, Mobei-Jun was flummoxed. He could try beating him instead? Yet, a little voice whined from the back of his mind that Shang Qinghua didn’t even enjoy the beatings…

“Afraid not. Are you– are you real?” Airplane grasped at straws. That was the silliest conclusion yet, but suppose he had to set a baseline somewhere. Cosplayers or dangerous? Or maybe this was just an elaborate prank, who knows! He’d like to, though.

Mobei-Jun was puzzled. He’d never been asked that before.

“Er, well, of course you’re real. You’re here. Stupid question. I meant, uh… you’re really dedicated to being in-character, huh.” Airplane continued digging his hole even deeper, rapidly increasing Mobei-Jun’s confusion. This was a new game; though it in part felt a little familiar to him, somehow. Like there was some grand epiphany awaiting Mobei-Jun on the other side of this harrowing bemusement. He reached forward, a frown lightly creasing his lips when Airplane shrank from the touch, but Mobei-Jun was determined. His hand met a head of messy, brown hair, petting him just as Shen Yuan had Binghe.

“My king?” Airplane asked in a tiny voice. The hand did not move. It was cold, unusually so. Impossibly so. 

Airplane cautiously placed his own hand over it and brought it down for inspection, feeling the chill of something that couldn’t be accounted for by poor circulation alone. It was like holding a block of ice! Yet, there was a pulse and life flowing through it, too. Was he real..? Was that actually possible?

“I am real,” Mobei-Jun affirmed, allowing the manhandling without question. “You are Shang Qinghua – or, perhaps, he is you.”

“Um, well actually…” Airplane started to correct, but promptly shut himself up. Hole, no deeper. If this was Mobei-Jun and that was Luo Binghe— er, Luo Binghe did not need to know about being a self-insert. If that was the honest truth, and that was a very exaggerated If. He laughed awkwardly, turning over Mobei-Jun’s hand this way and that. “If you say so, my king. I really don’t know. Though, if that guy over there is Luo Binghe’s husband, then what am–”

“My fiance.” Mobei-Jun supplied.

(Shen Mei, who had only recently retired to a chair some ways away, stifled another cackle. Of them all, she found herself believing them the most… as absurd as that was, sure. Yet, with that said–! What the hell, though?! How come she wasn’t greeted with a beautiful, busty wife or something. Incredibly unfair. Still, there was some frivolous joy to be gained from this. After all, no matter how her brother struggled, he had a dirty little secret just dying for Real-Life Luo Binghe to find out about. So, she schemed.)

“Actually, wait– alright, so I’m Qinghua. Your fiance. We’ve established that, right?” (Mobei-Jun nodded.) “Then… fuck, Binghe called Shen-bro ‘Shizun’, so who the hell is he?!”

Mobei-Jun rather thought Qinghua answered his own question. After all, he was surnamed Shen. Shen-bro. Shen-shizun. Shen Qingqiu. All of this made proper sense to Mobei-Jun and Luo Binghe, who’d finally allowed his dear shizun some space (but only with the promise that Shen Yuan would not try to run). On the other hand, none of it made any damned sense to the two normal, non-demon men in the room. But that was only the men in the room. There was yet a woman – one who was having the epiphany of a lifetime!

“Oh my god.” Shen Mei muttered gleefully from her seat. She nearly bolted back onto her feet, brought forth from her scheming with renewed mirth. “Shen Jiu — no, Shen Qingqiu! That’s it, right?”

Shen Yuan balked.

[mightbesmall]

Neige The Monsterfucker???

Genre: Fluff, crack.

Character: Neige LeBlanche

Warnings: Mentions of monsterfuckers, there isn't any actual monsterfucking though. Just reader being flabbergasted and calling neige out.

Summary: In a world where the monsters are slain by the heros, you did not expect this outcome.

Additional Notes: I was told to write this by tumblr user spadewalker1, so i sighed wistfully into the distance knowing none could hear me, before opening up my notes and begrudgingly wrote this.

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Neige found himself in a woods, running for his life. He never expected that the creepy cottage would house a monster. Whom immediately threw itself at him before he could even apologise.

He only just managed to slip out it's grasp with a shriek.

Which leads to now, he can hear the thwumps of a body into trees behind him as he glided across the floor. He could see the trees getting less dense before he was body slammed to the floor.

Looking up through his teary eyes, he saw the monster from the cottage. They were snarling down at him as they held him in place with one hand, claw. He was shaking from fear by this point.

The monster leaned in closer, their breath fanning his face as their grip on him tightens slightly. He probably should be beyond petrified but he couldn't help but feel... flustered. His naturally rosy cheeks turning into a fiery red as his breath caught got in his throat.

The monster reeled back, a look of what the fuck spreading across their face. He had the audacity to look sheepish, flashing a nervous smile with his face still aflame.

They squinted at him before gliding a claw over his chest, clearly a show of how dangerous they truly are. He shivered, excited for some reason.

The monster blinked slowly before groaning.

"Oh great, another monsterfucker." They sighed.

His entire body was set on fire as warmth enveloped his chest, leaving him feeling embarrassed and seduced. They fixed him with a bewildered stare.

"You do know that I could kill you in a heartbeat."They stated, raising their claws threatenly. He swallowed before smiling softly at them, catching them off guard.

"But will you do that?" He inquired with a sweet smile. They stared for a bit before releasing a low, long groan. Grumbling some more as they got off him, picked him up and set him down on his feet. They crossed their arms, huffing angrily.

"You're so weird. I like that in a man." They declared with a halfhearted shrug.

"Oh.." He responded, becoming more bashful as he held his closed fists to his chest like a maiden.

They hummed before wandering off. He panicked slightly thinking they were leaving him behind before they turned to him and gestured for him to follow. He did so with no hesitation, how naive.

The journey to the edge of the forest was peacefully quiet, with him occasionally glancing their way not so discreatley. They were still a bit put off by him though that feeling eased a bit through their walk.

"Here we are. Go home little human." They said, bending down to eye level. His cheeks that finally calmed down became that strawberry red once more. It then dawned on him that he never gave them his name nor got theirs.

"I'm Neige. What's your name?" He asked with his hand stretched out. They huffed in amusement before putting a claw into his hand in a mock handshake, whilst introducing themselves.

"What a lovely name."

[one-winged-dreams]

Outside

ship: kiss of a beast (sol the ultraviolet x azul the cerulean) source: Final Fantasy VII: Dirge of Cerberus word count: 1718

Sol can't seem to comprehend what the world will be like as he prepares to enter or perhaps re-enter it for the first time. But Azul is more than happy to paint a proverbial picture for him.

ty bee for the prompt askjdg

tag list: @dearly-beeloved @camellias-and-coriander @rebel-wolf13 @sunstar-of-the-north @mahitoslittlebird @goldenworldsabound @edencantstopfallininlove @sosoftandsweet @dorothys-wife

It was a sobering thought, or at least it SHOULD have been. This would be the first time leaving Deepground since…

Sol puzzled a moment. If he had ever been outside, he didn't remember it. For his age, a very large chunk of his memory was missing. A blank slate until he had come to this place, lost in the sundering of his psyche amongst the countless ever-shifting shards.

But that was all going to change… Soon. Not quite yet, he wouldn't be leaving until after Shelke reported back with her analysis. Then it would be his turn if the results were favorable. But along with Shelke, the other person leaving would be…

"You look eager. So ready to carry out your orders from Weiss, are you? Or perhaps you want to see what it's like out there."

Sol was so caught up in his thoughts that he hadn't heard Azul approaching until he was standing right next to him. He recoiled for a moment, his foggy mind having to process his presence in a singular instant. It was almost painful, like an icepick to the brain, but the shards shifted into something more favorable. Adoration.

"A-Azul!" he spoke a beat too late to have been a properly appropriate response, not noticing the smirk it earned him.

The Cerulean huffed in amusement, looking towards the only exit from Deepground to the surface. Sol had been standing on a building top far enough as to not be in the way, but close enough that it was clear how eager he was.

"Do you remember what it's like out there? Or have you never known? Hm. I'm sure it doesn't matter," Azul echoed Sol's earlier notions, the latter going silent. Giving the Ultraviolet a sidelong glance, Azul's smirk returned. "It's quite the mess up there. Very different than when I last saw it."

Sol visibly reacted, his head turning over and up to blink incredulously at him, though it went unnoticed under his helmet. "You… You've been outside? Before the Restrictors?"

Turning to meet the Ultraviolet's gaze, Azul regarded him for a moment before laughing boisterously, loudly enough for Sol to jump in bewildered surprise.

"Sol," Azul accented his name in a tone of near mockery, "How many years have you been down here? I doubt you remember, but I was hardly born here."

The only response was a silent stare from Sol before the Ultraviolet turned his gaze to the side, seemingly embarrassed. Azul's cruel mercy materialized in the form of his large hand on top of Sol's head, patting the much smaller Tsviet a few times. He didn't need to see Sol's face when his gaze returned upward to know that he was flustered and star-struck. Only adding to the moment of affectionate torment, Azul hummed, still directing that smirk downward.

"If you're so inclined, I may be persuaded to tell you about it. What it is, what it used to be, whatever you desire."

Sol simpered, though, again, it remained unseen. His excitement was palpable, however, and Azul already knew that HE knew how this went.

"D-Do you want me to…?"

Azul's response was a mere nod of confirmation, and that was all the Ultraviolet needed to proceed. Lifting his hands to his head, he pulled his helmet off without care, the fear of the Restrictors a near-forgotten memory now. Azul took a moment to, in a sense, admire those features he was so fond of. The large, sad, black and violet eyes adorned by long lashes, the pretty pink lips usually turned downward now slightly parted in wonder, and the long dark locks of hair that were always surprisingly beautiful despite always being sequestered by that helmet. He painted quite the picture of someone with such delicate beauty that it was a wonder even to Azul sometimes that he was an aberrant killing machine.

The Cerulean realized that his expression may have been something akin to fond with little bite, and so he quickly adjusted back to a smirk. Not without reaching forward to stroke that pretty hair, however. The blush and widening of the eyes it rewarded him with was far too enticing.

"Very good, Sol. I suppose I'll humor you after all," Azul's smirk widened, and he could practically see the results of Sol's heart fluttering. His attention turned thoughtfully towards the exit again. "I'm sure you can conjure the image of an average cityscape in your mind. Can't you?"

As Azul turned to him, the Ultraviolet paused, and Azul was grateful to be able to see the look of contemplation on that pretty face. Sol usually looked confused, like he was in a constant post-head-trauma daze. It was one of his particularly charming features, one that did indeed remind Azul of his fondness for him. And truthfully, the Cerulean was also eager to see which facet he would have the pleasure of witnessing this time.

Ultimately, he was rewarded with one of those foggy smiles, the ones that made it plain that deeper thoughts were something of a struggle, but feelings? Absolutely the essence of his state of mind.

"I can, yes. I'm not sure why, but… I know," Sol confirmed with a nod.

It was almost too precious for Azul to stand, he wasn't sure what he wanted to do, but the feelings of fondness were almost violent. So he bared his teeth in a grin, choosing to use them for an expression rather than actively sinking them into something. Or someone.

"At least we're on the same page in that regard. Your memories are undoubtedly based on the concept of Midgar. Or what it USED to look like, rather."

As Sol tilted his head and batted those pretty lashes, Azul flexed his fists. Oh, he was pushing it now. He took a moment to consider if he particularly liked it when the Ultraviolet depended on him for information, but only until he responded.

"A city built on Shinra's whim, and what a great city it was. From the most bustling business district, down to the lowly slums, and it was all powered by the Lifestream. Naturally, as a beacon of utter irony, they erected their obscenely tall headquarters right in the center." He let out a 'Hah!' before continuing. "After all, arrogance is always a repeatitive theme portrayed in what humanity builds with their own hands."

Sol was clearly paying very close attention, practically, quite literally, leaning into the conversation. Azul offered an antagonizing fond smirk before his expression turned thoughtful.

"Hm. All of that, and now it's in ruins. They've brought it upon themselves, the ones who created us. The ones who depended on them. All that hubris came crashing down, and now the city is a ruined ghost of its former self," he huffed before smirking again. "Perfectly fitting, if you ask me."

Sol's eyes had widened further the longer the Cerulean spoke. "Ruins? That's…" A hand raised itself to his head, and he closed his eyes for a moment. "Because… Of that." He paused and then looked back up. "Right?"

Again, Azul laughed loud enough to startle the other Tsviet. "Yes, Sol. Becuase of THAT. Your memory is serving you quite well this time. I may even have to commend you, later."

Azul reveled in the way Sol's entire body seemed to bristle and crackle with mako, doe-eyes going wide in time to the reddening of his face.

But ultimately, he proceeded with no acknowledgment.

"Even destroyed, the rubble stirs with life. There are still those that cling to the places they once lived, needlessly mourning," he paused to express his amusement to Sol, "No one readily embraces change. Endings are hard to stomach."

It was plain to see the cogs in Sol's head turning as he tried to think of what to say to that. "But… Weiss is going to end even that, right? The end all?" His head turned to look at the massive door once more. "I… Hope I get to see it before it all goes away."

Once more, a hearty laugh was pulled from Azul, who then found himself unable to restrain himself from lifting Sol's chin with the side of his finger.

"Yes, Sol. You've been very good, haven't you? Certainly functioning at a useful capacity, at least." Azul took a moment to hum as his eyes scanned the flustered features of the Ultraviolet, taking great pleasure in doing so. "When your turn comes, I trust that you won't disappoint us. I personally look forward to seeing how you adapt."

The Cerulean now pulled away, but not without giving Sol's chin an affectionate bump with his knuckle. The Ultraviolet nearly tripped over himself in response, clutching the helmet that had almost fallen from his grasp. He stammered wordlessly, clearly at a loss for a comprehensible response. Azul's returning smirk was an acceptable enough expression of farewell, at least in his opinion. But just as quickly as he turned his back on the smaller Tsviet…

"I'll- I'll do it, Azul! I want… I want to be useful. For Weiss. And…"

Looking over his shoulder, Azul did not meet Sol's gaze, as it was currently cast downward, seemingly on the helmet in his hands. His expression was that of genuine contemplation, and for once there was no smug expression or response. This only lasted so long before a singular 'HAH!' rang through the distance between them, forcing Sol to lift his head with wide-eyed bewilderment.

"We'll see about that, Sol. It would truly be a shame if you didn't come back to entertain me more, wouldn't it?" Azul had already turned again, missing the perplexed and not unflustered blinking on that pretty face.

Sol didn't know how long he stood there holding onto his helmet as he stood frozen until the Cerulean had departed out of sight. It was only until he felt his mind begin to ready itself to shift into something he wasn't sure he could predict that he decided to re-adorn himself with his helmet. In time with a deep breath rang out the alarms that signified the door would open soon, allowing more troops, and Azul and Shelke, presumably, to pass through into the outside world. His gaze lingered, unsure if it were out of longing, apprehension, or anything in between.

[straighttohellbuddy]

if you were church i'd get on my knees {Wilbur Soot}

Summary: Reader co-hosts one of Wilbur's 100 Players streams.

Request: you asked for requests- you shall receive. cc!wilbur x reader fluff in which one of them accidentally confesses their crush on the other somehow? idk, im just starved for wilbur content. either way tysm and have a wonderful day!

A/N: 2996 words. I fully intended on going to sleep but I saw this at 2am and said What If I Write 3k in 2 and a half hours? Is this good? not sure. it's 4am. but also i love this. they're so chaotic. unedited. i hope you have a wonderful day too!! i'm worried this is ooc. anyways.

Warnings: swearing, blasphemy (yes that's a warning lmfao)

Citrus Scale: 🧡 ORANGE 🧡

"- I should have made sure my seat was at the right height before we started," is the first thing the chat hears when Wilbur finally turns on his webcam for his latest stream.

[100 Players Ruled By A Clueless God ft. Y/N] was the title, and the viewers are greeted by the image of you, half in frame and fiddling with the height of your chair as Wilbur gives you a bewildered little smile.

"It's at a fine height, you don't need to -" he's trying not to laugh, tone all kinds of fond and amused, and he casts a glance to his monitor for the moment.

"I do!" You insist, "it's off, I need to be at the right -" but when you look up, eyes wide and serious, your gaze locks with his, "why are you looking at me like that?" Tone suddenly soft, your seriousness melts to something almost flustered, before you catch sight of his chat going off out of the corner of your eye, and you look to the screen, "wait are we live?" And there's that hard edge to your voice again, that seriousness that seems to now border on embarrassment at the realisation that you have an audience.

"Yes, we are," he snorts, turning back to the monitor, greeting the chat, asking how everyone was doing, while you proceeded to go back to trying to find the right height for your chair.

"What is- Y/N explain to me what is wrong with your chair? Why is the height bothering you so much?" Finally, after hearing the chair move up and down at miniscule increments for arguably longer than necessary, he turns back to you, eyebrows raised.

Chat was alternating between asking who in the hell was in his stream, and just spamming your name, but you saw none of this, choosing instead to raise your chair to the fullest height, which put your head out of frame.

"This makes me feel more like a God but I'm out of shot," you huffed, playing at being terribly put upon, "I need to be taller than you here -"

"You don't," Wilbur sighed, "and anyways, I'm your co-God, we can be the same height, it's okay," he tried to insist, though he was still smiling at your antics, reaching beneath his own chair for the lever to lower it, sinking down to the lower half of the video frame, the difference between you two almost comical now, "better?"

Lowering yourself back into frame wearing a cheery grin, you were pleased for all of five seconds before insisting that it now felt wrong, tugging on his arm, insisting that he raise himself up again.

"This bit has been going on for five minutes, do you want to introduce yourself already or do you want me to?" He asked, finally, as you pulled your chair closer to fit into the webcam's frame better.

"Oh they remember me!" You coo with delight upon seeing your name in chat, expression bright and fond as you waved at the camera, "hello to all of Wilbur's dear viewers! I'm the only person willing to come to his office at nine at night to make content!" This, of course, startles a laugh from your companion, who's ducks out of frame while laughing, "it's deeply sketchy," you continue, just as animatedly as before, "I think we're the only ones in the building, so please know that if I don't get home safe, Wilbur has either failed to prevent my murder, or he has murdered me!" And then, finally, "oh, and I'm Y/N!"

"I am already regretting this," Wilbur announces, returning as his laughter dies down, though he's still beaming from ear to ear as he watches you reading the chat -

"Not the kind of content I expected from you guys alone at nine pm..." you read from the chat under your breath before trailing off, and while Wilbur's already reprimanding his chat for the implication, asking them to not be weird, you lean back, eyes glazing over momentarily as you seem deep in contemplation.

Only after a few minutes of speaking to his chat and reading donos does Wilbur turn back to you, asking if you're alright, to which you finally snap from your thoughts.

"Wil, you'd subscribe to my OnlyFans to support me if I had one, right?"

Evidentially it's not the question he's expecting, since it takes him a few moments to process, then respond, though his tone remains light and conversational.

"Of course, and I'm sure you'd do the same for me," he says, despite going pink around the ears.

"Naturally," you agree, before, again, seeming to realise that you have an audience, "not that I have one-" you clarified, sitting forward again, "neither of us do, as far as I'm aware," your smile turns sly as you prop your chin up on your hand, gaze drifting to Wilbur, who looks like he deeply regrets every decision leading to this moment.

"Why- Y/N why would you say that? No, I don't have an OnlyFans," he had to clarify for himself, sighing deeply, and though you opened your mouth, teasing retort clearly on the tip of your tongue, he shoots you a warning look, telling you that he's really not interested in being banned from Twitch today. Closing your mouth quietly, you hold up your hands in surrender.

Of course you know you only get away with it because you've known him for arguably far too long. As a long-time friend and member of the British commentary crew, it was inevitable that you would be pulled into his orbit. His chaotic nature matched your own quiet well, though it seemed that you could pull each other back from being too much, just as often as you could egg each other on.

While at first you had found yourself admiring him for his work ethic and content, it had developed into a strong friendship, and that friendship had quietly evolved for you; you'd never risk your friendship by admitting that you'd developed feelings, you'd rather just enjoy what you had with him as one of your best friends, and hoped your feelings would eventually fade away. So far they most definitely hadn't, but you'd learned to deal with them a long time ago.

You'd been something of a streamer for a few years, mostly to amuse yourself when writing, researching, and editing your main channel videos was getting to be too much, and you were always more than pleased when any of your friends would invite you to be a part of their streams or videos too. Usually it was flash games, or popular, competitive games, and somehow you'd steered clear of Minecraft.

"Don't get me wrong, I've watched a lot of other people play it," you clarified as you and Wilbur were switching seats so you could sit properly in front of his laptop, "I watched you play it a lot -" you say before you can stop yourself.

"You do?" He sounds genuinely touched and surprised by your admission, before clearing his throat, "I mean, I would hope you do."

"Yeah man, your videos are good, you know I think your videos are good," you double down, looking at the laptop keyboard and trying not to look at the little corner of the screen where you can see his smile growing wider as he watches you. You flex your fingers and hope chat can't tell what you're thinking, "what buttons do I press? WASD?"

"God, you're so cute," his voice is so syrupy it's almost comical, and you hang your head so the camera doesn't catch how hard you're trying to repress your smile; he can't just say shit like that!

It's not uncommon for the two of you to flirt and tease each other, which was probably part of the reason your feelings for him weren't able to go away, but sometimes it still caught you off guard.

"Can you not simp for me for like five minutes while you teach me how to play?" You ask, raising your gaze again to the screen where the world he'd built in Minecraft stretches out. You'd managed to school your expression into something of a smirk, looking over your shoulder at him, to which his grin only got wider.

"Only five minutes? I'll try my hardest," and he moves closer to you, probably to get closer to the screen, but with the two of you shoulder to shoulder, his voice warm and kind as he talks you through the basics, you can feel your heart beating hard against your ribs.

Chat is eating your interactions up, and you're not sure whether to ignore them, or feed them more.

The purpose of the stream, like most of Wilbur's 100 player streams, is chaos; this time, the community must come together and create a religion out of you, while you barely know what you're doing, with only Wilbur in your ear to guide you.

"Do I have lightning?" You ask, less than five minutes into the players having arrived.

"You have a flint" Wilbur offers as an alternative, his chin practically perched on your shoulder.

"And slash-kill," you recall, and he chokes on a laugh.

"I thought you meant to start fires in like, a biblical way or something."

"No, I need to smite people," you said with as much seriousness as you could manage.

"Not a particularly benevolent God, I see," you can hear his smile in his words, the very sound warming your own heart, your composure cracking with a grin of your own.

"I'm benevolent if they're good little disciples, but - look, there!" You spotted something in the game, a large 'A' being built in a circle at the top of a little wooden hut. The hut itself read that it was for Atheists, to which you huffed that they were foolish for building an anarchy symbol, and then asked Wilbur how to give yourself a bucket of lava, before declaring that it was time to prove that this world had a God.

Wilbur's pressing his laughter to your shoulder blade, the sound filling the little office, the movement shaking you as you try to keep going, keep your commentary running, though you can't stop yourself from grinning from ear to ear, delighting in the fact that you could amuse him.

"They're building me a statue," you say with faint pride, not long after, and Wilbur hums thoughtfully, tipping his head to rest it against yours. It's a quiet moment, if only because the gentle contact had all the thoughts leaving your head.

"Is this giving you a God Complex?" He asked idly in response, and matching his tone, you'd responded.

"Maybe."

With that, he sits forward, breaking the contact between you and gently pushing your hands out of the way of the keyboard and mouse. Making his way to the statue in game, and pouring lava on it, despite your vocal protests, he wears a shit-eating grin as he types in the game's chat 'new god is wilbur soot'.

"You don't need a God Complex," he reasoned, sitting back, out of your space for the moment, though you rounded on him instead of going straight back to the game.

"And you do?"

But his grin just grew wider, and so you pushed yourself back from the desk, partially out of frame, gesturing for him to step up.

"Mum said it's my turn on the God Complex," he snorted hands coming to rest on the keyboard. You shuffled back in beside him, crowding him to see the screen, no longer worried about the clips that would arise, just glad to be close to him.

"I didn't like their statue of you," he muttered as he surveyed the land.

"Jealous?" You asked, and his answer comes so immediately you're not even sure he knows what he's saying.

"It didn't do you justice."

"You're biased," your voice is gentle and fond, your cheek pressed to his shoulder, glad that all he can see of your smile is in the little window in the corner of his stream. You're feeling too sappy by half right now; the room is warm and comfortable, and the sounds of the game and of his commentary are a familiar comfort.

"I am," he agreed easily, "but you're also just objectively leagues more attractive than Minecraft can depict, I think it's fair to say that."

You probably shouldn't be smiling as hard as you should be at that, and you turn to press your grin to his shoulder, which only serves to make him laugh.

"That's what gets you flustered? That I think you're hotter in real life than depicted by a block effigy in Minecraft?"

"What can I say, you really know the way to my heart," you're trying to make your tone sound sarcastic, mostly because you feel kind of foolish knowing he's right, "you tell me I'm prettier than that player skin you have for me and I'll kiss you right now."

"Now that one's a tough one," he muses, tone light and joking, and you turn to see him looking at himself in third person in the game, in the skin he'd added for you.

"You dick," you mutter with a grin, nervous heartbeat calming down somewhat.

"Hey, I never gave the final verdict," he counters, "what's wrong, too chicken to follow through?"

"This really did give you a God Complex, didn't it?" You hear yourself mutter, looking at him in the little window of the stream, and not at chat losing it goddamn mind, "I'm not playing chicken with you on stream, that sounds like a terrible idea."

"You're right," he muses, though his humble tone sounds distinctly like a ruse to someone like you who has known him for so long, "that's what we play on your other website." And there's that grin again, cheeky and knowing, the implication of it all having you sit up, expression playing outrage.

"How come you're allowed to reference OnlyFans but I'm not!?"

"It's my channel," he's wearing a grin that's all teeth, "and I didn't say OnlyFans, you did; I could have been talking about YouTube," his grin grew wider, "get your mind out of the gutter, Y/N."

With that, you huffed through your nose, nudging him out of the way declaring that it was your turn on the God Complex. Wilbur, for his part, was laughing too hard to stop you.

Your little crush on him has never been more irritating... but you can't help yourself.

"So, you never did tell me if I was hotter than the skin," you pointed out, and his laughter quickly died down.

"Well of course you are," leaves him before he'd even had time to think, and in anticipation of this, you'd steeled your nerves, and you lean over to peck him on the cheek quickly.

"I'm not a chicken," you told his decisively as you turned back to the game, and after a beat, he shifted himself out of frame. After a few minutes of silence, you finally turn, and see him bright red and looking at the screen intently.

"You okay?" You ask, tentative and quietly apologetic. He waves you off, giving a thumbs up, and at that you finally muted the microphone, "we're muted, dude, seriously, are you okay? I'm sorry, I should have -"

"No, I'm fine, seriously, I just- I just keep remembering that there's about eighty-four thousand people watching," he says, and you go to apologise again, "no, you're fine I promise, I just... it's very difficult to not kiss the hell out of you already and I--" and then he finally meets your gaze, realising what he's just said, voice faltering, "I should be fine," he says awkwardly, "I just need a minute to bang my head against a wall and pretend I never said that out loud."

"We need to talk about this after the stream," you told him seriously, heart suddenly thundering with vindication, though you were doing all you could to keep your cool.

"No, we really don't; I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said anything -" he tries, though you look back to the stream, holding back a placating finger to the webcam, as if asking them to wait. Then you stand, crossing to him.

"Would kissing the hell out of you now help you get back on stream?" You asked, glad to no longer have to be coy or joking in your affection.

"What? Yes? Really? Really?" And as you leaned in, he pulled you closer, "oh, we really are going to have to talk about this after," but at least this time when he says it, he sounds delighted by the prospect.

When the two of you are back in front of the stream, but before the mic is unmuted, you carefully ask what he wants to tell them happened; he shrugs.

"I'll say you had cooties or something."

"I cannot believe I have feelings for you sometimes," it feels like a weight off your shoulders finally admitting that out loud, despite your exasperated tone, and it seems that Wilbur enjoys hearing it, judging by his beaming grin. He has to push himself out of frame again.

"That's the kind of thing you can't just say out loud"

"Oh fuck," you realise, hiding your own grin behind your hand, glancing at the camera before your gaze turns back to him, "I'm gonna be real with you, man, I've wanted this for a long time so all our teasing and flirting now is just gonna make me all sappy and make you all red, isn't it?"

Wilbur makes the executive decision to end the stream so you can both hopefully save face, not that either of you really expect it to work. Unsurprisingly, you're both trending on Twitter within the hour for your confusing and chaotic stream with it's abrupt and mysterious end.

Unsurprisingly, neither of you care.

[multiplefandomsblog]

S/O who lost a bet to Kokichi, punishment being a Maid’s Dress

request; Ooooo, Requests are open! Could I have a female S/O who lost a bet and now has to wear a sexy maid outfit? And Kokichi is just. Eating. It. Up.

warnings; reader lost a bet and has to wear a maid dress, reader uses female pronouns and names, reader uses master(non-sexually), cussing, had to make kaito the ‘bad guy’ for trope reasons lmfao, kokichi gets jealous and possessive, they goof off a ton at the end, overall just fluff without much plot, and i.. i dont even know how to say this, i used this phrase i found from the internet “top 15 embarrassing things to say to strangers” so like,, watch out for that..! ahahahaha-

note; omfg i hate this one so much- most out of all my works, i stg i am the most disappointed in this one. please don’t even read it- i could’ve done so much better ;-; man, i just butchered this like a fricking idiot-- sorry anon!!!! you seriously deserved so much better, i am so sorry. there are so many issues with this- the ending, the cringe, the messiness, the fucking clichés- seriously, please please forgive me. although you probably shouldn’t, i am just so so sorry T_T please don’t be afraid to ask me if you want this rewritten, i am like, BEGGING YOU TO ASK ME TO REWRITE THIS SAVIBVDHBSDKJ

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You took a deep breath before leaving your dorm, mentally preparing yourself for the walk of shame to the dining room where you had to… you didn’t even want to say it, nor acknowledge it. The bet you had lost the day before with Kokichi, had left you with nothing but bitterness in the end. Your eyebrows were permanently creased, an expression of pure regret on your face as you shuffled unenthusiastically down the hall in your frilly maid’s outfit. 

Shuichi greeted you as soon as he noticed the dress, a concerned, confused and albeit a bit flustered expression on his face as he did. “H-hey S/o! Um, so are you going to the dining hall?” He asked an obvious question, just so he could somehow get you to talk about your huge dress. Only nodding shamefully, you stifled a sigh. 

Shuichi only made a noise of acknowledgement, letting the conversation go stale as he was too afraid to address the elephant in the room, himself. You were both silent, Saihara standing in front of you, awkwardly planted on his spot while he looked at everything but you. 

He didn’t say anything, only occasionally sparing glances at your dress as he stood like a tree. Getting irked from the silence, you deadpanned, “... You want to know why I’m wearing a maid’s dress.” He flushed at even the mention of the word, as if you had said something terrible.

“Y-you don’t have to te-” Disrupting his excuse, you looked him dead in the eye, and uttered one word, “Kokichi.” Shuichi blinked at the name, before nodding in pity. After your short response, he required no further questions, the single name was all it took for the realization to wash over him. Even if he wasn’t a detective, it wouldn’t take less than a second to know what was going on. 

As if the said-Kokichi had been waiting for you to say that, Kokichi suddenly popped out of nowhere, scaring the two of you at his sudden appearance, “Oh? What’s my maid doing with Saihara-chan? Not wasting time I hope~” He laughed sadistically at your suffering, “Chop chop my maid! Since I’m your master, you’re gonna have to follow my every order! So don’t even try to disobey me; cuz I’m sure maid-chan knows what happens when she does, right? Nishishi!” You cringed at the nickname, ere sighing in defeat and letting him drag you to the dining room where you’d soon meet your demise.

You looked back at Shuichi one last time, mouthing a, ‘Help me.’ as Kokichi dragged you away. Shuichi only sent back a sheepish and apologetic look, in which you glared at him, betrayal overtaking you.

A couple of minutes later of countless teasing and judgemental looks sent your way, you were finally at the dreaded destination. To your surprise, Kokichi eagerly kicked the door to the dining room open before you could even prepare yourself, the entire class turning around at the loud noise. Kaito was first to speak up about the dramatic entrance, ‘Kokichi!? What the actual F-! … f-ffffffffffuuhh..” Kaito trailed off, his attention shifting off Kokichi, to focusing on you in a maid’s dress. 

Despite wanting you to feel the pure unfiltered humiliation, the sadistic bastard definitely did not love the way Kaito was eyeing you. Smile faltering for a second, he considered dragging you to his own room and having you perform a private show for him instead of these assholes. Shaking his head, he tried dispersing the thoughts of… jealousy? No, that can’t be it. 

He decided he’d delay his feelings of conflict for later, and unfortunately for you, focusing back on your nervous figure. Peaking at the look on your face, he couldn’t help the twinge of worry for your well-being. 

Noticing him stare at you with a small concern, you furrowed your brows in suspicion, that wasn’t really like him. Only then, did you notice the desperation on his face. He looked like he was choosing to either say, “Are you okay?” or “Pleaaaase!” He watched you, eyes wide with worry yet looking as if he had been begging you. Choosing your fate, you sent him a reassuring, but solemn nod, deciding to do the act he had been looking forward to for the entirety of yesterday; the day you lost that damned bet. 

You sighed defeatedly at his pouty expression, you were weak for him and he knew it.

“Alright.” He looked up at you with expecting eyes, holding back a shit-eating grin, “Alright what..?” You sighed for the 2nd time within the span of 45 seconds, “Ugh... Master.” The single word uttered out from your pretty lips had his entire body shuddering, fighting back the blush on his face, he leaned his back towards you teasingly, his ego had been very clearly stroked, “That’s right. I’m your master; so come on and get to it! Don’t make your master wait~” He added, clearly enjoying your misery. You pouted, where did the worried Kokichi go?

Turning to face the crowd that seemed to be staring at you while you flirted talked normally with Kokichi, you felt your frills shuffle with each movement you made. You closed your eyes in preparation, making a mental note never to make a bet with Kokichi, ever. “Do I have to get on my knees?” He smiled cheerfully, “It’s part of the deal~” ‘Nishishi’ing as dread washed over your face.

Everyone watched in anticipation, some with concern, but mostly the former— as you got on your knees, the skirt neatly pleating on the ground. 

Disgruntled, you uttered out a small, “If you tickle me, I will… I- “ You looked back at Kokichi, a look of, ‘Do I have to do this?’ contorting on your face as you stared at him pleadingly, dying inside when he nodded frantically like a child at a candy store.

“... S-say hee hee and prance around like a rainbow lollipop on a cloud of unicorn wishes.“ You flinched , the entire class had suddenly started howling and rushing towards you—most likely to tickle you—, but right before a giddy Angie and a determined Tenko could get their hands on you, Kokichi suddenly spoke up, stopping them in their tracks. “Hey! She’s not allowed to be touched by mutts like you, so get back!” He brutally spat, voice scratching from the force of his words. 

Kaito immediately took the opportunity to ask you out as Kokichi’s occupied with the others, not hesitating for a second. Tapping on your shoulder, a shy smile adorning Kaito’s face as he awkwardly shuffled, “Hey S/o..! Do you maybe wanna, um..” Kokichi swiftly popped out from underneath your skirt as if this was a routinely thing, standing in between you and Kaito. “What the hell-” Kaito recoiled back in shock, had he just been hiding under there?? Kokichi looked at you, before looking back at him. 

You were sure if looks could kill, Kaito would’ve been dead a year ago. “Hey. You know she’s mine, yeah?” Kokichi spoke with a dead-cold look on his face, before almost immediately contorting back into his usual mischievous smile, “... My personal maid, of course! Nishishi!” Kaito stared Kokichi down, in which Kokichi simply glared back in amusement, the same smile staying onto his face. Irking, Kaito discontentedly walked away, shortly after Kokichi had won the stare-down. 

Exhaling loudly, his smile fell off his face as well as the breath he kept in, a neutral expression replacing his grin as he stared back at you, “You know, this whole thing is getting kinda boring, let’s just leave.” He tried putting on his signature charming grin, but you could see the way his teeth clenched. It seemed Kaito asking you out had a bigger effect on him than he wanted to admit. 

Despite teasing and asking him if he was worried and/or jealous on the way to a secluded area, he persists, staying stubborn and brushing it off. “It just wasn’t as fun as I thought! Now stop nagging me and hurry uuuuup! You’re such a slowpoke.” Perking up, he suddenly remembered something, “Oh wait! That’s an order, right? So you have to obey.” Rolling your eyes, you jolted as an idea suddenly found its way to your head. 

Flashing a mischievous smirk in his direction, you left him bewildered as you started sprinting across the field. “Wh- Hey! Haha, what the fuck!?” He cackled at how stupid you looked, throwing your heels across the field somewhere as you stumbled from the length of the dress, still running to god knows where. 

His laughing suddenly halted as he witnessed the way you took a large leap and stepped on your dress, tumbling down as you did.“Stooop! You’re gonna actually hurt yourself, seriousl-! …” Kokichi suddenly fell silent as you fell on your face, only sounds of him choking back holding back his own loud laughter. But the boy could only hold back for so long, and as you raised your head from the field, you could hear him just fucking losing it. 

Turning around and glaring directly at him, you stumbled back to your feet, jogging towards one of your lost heels before hurling it directly at Kokichi’s stomach. “Take that you little shit!” Now you were the one laughing at his misery. In the end the heel didn’t do what you wanted it to, as he just kept on laughing, only now wheezing from the hilarity of the situation and for the air you knocked out of him. 

Hearing his crazy horse laughter fill the air, you couldn’t help but laugh just as loud, along with him. You jogged up to his hysterical figure, falling down next to him, your own giggles mingling in with his. He turned his head to you, pointing at your face weakly, before throwing his head back and laughing even louder. 

Eventually, the laughter calmed, both of you just bathing in the afterglow of the extreme euphoria you both had felt. Kokichi turned his head again, staring at you in thought. Noticing his eyes, you took your eyes off the sky, catching his seemingly whipped gaze, “What?” 

He smiled, “Even though you look like a maid who had just went through hell to try and escape her traumatizing slave prison life, you still look cute.” Admitting with no hesitation and way too many details, he watched in amusement as your face flushed. “And borderline sexy too. I am loving the sexy prisoner look.” He added, catching you off guard as you flushed even harder. 

He sighed lovingly, “You know, I’d gladly pay you to stay in that dress... And I’m not lying.” You scoffed and looked at him in disbelief, Kokichi frowning back, “Hey! Don’t look at me like that! You know damn well, you look hot in those tights.” He drifted his eyes lower and lower, tilting his head to get a better view- before you suddenly chopped him. 

Wincing from the hit, he started bawling, “Uwah! How meeeaan! And to do that to your master too! How could you!?” Here come the waterworks. You only grimaced, right before decreasing your face in defeat, deciding to play along, “Fine. I’m sorry then,” Sighing, “Master.” You groaned out, clearly unhappy with the title Kokichi had forced on himself. Kokichi went light-headed as soon as he heard that word come out your lips, smiling like a goof, he only gawked at you. 

Shooting your head back to him, you were concerned as to why he was suddenly quiet. Was there something wrong with him? Did he pass out? “Master?” You called him by his title, shaking his tiny figure. The expression on his face showed pure bliss, “Just kiss me already.” 

He snapped out of it for a second, eyes darting to yours. You glared at him, in which he simply glared back, a challenging smirk on his face, differing greatly from his expression from earlier, “That’s an order~” 

Blinking at the statement, you gave in to your demise, slowly leaning down to kiss his forehead lightly, a flush on your face. Pressing your lips lightly against his skin, you pulled away shortly, lingering no longer than you had to. However short it was, that alone seemed to do it for him, as you swore you saw hearts shoot out from the spot in which you pecked. 

Giggling strangely, he rested on the field, completely surrendering his body to the earth as he went limp. “Nishi… My maid loooves me!” You stayed silent at the bold remark, wanting to refute but you knew he’d just figure out your lies. 

... Even so, you refused to admit it, “You fucking wish.” Snorting, you pushed his face away from you gently, cackling as you heard his whining.

[bluexiao]

chapter 2. route two. instincts.

—a different choice that lead you to him, the captain, they call him. is meeting him really inevitable?

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“You are of an interesting character, Y/n, might I interest you to be my partner?”

His voice was alluring, along with his eyes; like a temptress of a snake, waiting for you to come near so it may bite you at your weakest.

Your arms crossed as you glanced at his hand, voluntarily pulling your presence away from his temptation.

“I apologize, but I already have a partner,” you say, turning your head to meet the eyes of the person behind you, the very same person who sat beside you throughout the whole class.

“I-m-me?” she sputters, her hands clenched near her chest, embarrassed by the sudden attention she was getting.

You reassuringly smiled and nodded, confirming her question and also the boy’s as well.

“Ah, I see,” the Slytherin boy says as he retreats his hand. “Well, it was an honor to meet you nevertheless.”

For some reason, the way he turned his back and walked away etched in your mind as if it was a sight from a dream—deja vu, was it? But you’ve never even met him before.

“U-Uh, pardon me… if I’m not mistaken?” the girl beside you chirps, pressing her fingers together, a light blush on her cheeks as she avoids your eyes, “Do you really mean it? P-partnering with… me?” she questioned as if it was the most bewildering thing in the world and you begged to differ.

Chuckling lightly to brighten her mood, you answer, “Of course!” before stretching out your hand, “Well, it’s nice to meet you, I really hope you don’t have a partner or else I would have just humiliated myself in front of everyone.”

“I-I don’t! Don’t worry!” she shakes her hand and met your eyes finally, “I was planning on doing it solo if no one offered and I’m honestly relieved that you did too! I heard many things about your work and I am curious about uh… how you work… I hope I do not sound too overbearing.” she rambled on the first few words as she shook your hand and slowly said the last ones, her mood dropping by the second that you were quite worried how such a thing could happen.

“Hey, no, it’s alright, say, what’s your name? Let’s be friends from now on, yes?” you tried to regain her composure and she fortunately did.

“Sucrose! You may call me Sucrose.”

“Like table sugar?” you made a joke but it seemed to have flustered her even more, her ears perking at the statement as she nodded.

The scent of pages and wood welcomed your nose and you indulge yourself with the sight of sunlight peeking on the windows on the sides, lighting up the layers of wooden bookshelves and reading materials that were in it. For someone who had been used to the technologies of the modern world, this change of atmosphere struck you speechless beyond compare, as if you were sucked into time to travel back in the old times.

You followed Sucrose’s steps as she went on to find the section for Potions, muttering to herself about it and also while picking up books that seemed to have caught her interest.

“Would you like me to carry them for you?” you offered and she shyly accepted when she realized she couldn’t handle all of them by herself.

However, just as you both exited the aisle, a figure comes at your side and his form emitted a striking presence enough for you to turn your head, meeting his sharp, seemingly cold but amused gaze.

And it looks like they held you in place as you stood there, maintaining eye contact with the said stranger.

Aside from that, Sucrose also halted in front of him.

“Hm? And who’s this with you, Sucrose?” he inquires, voice sultry and deep as if alluring you to introduce yourself and talk to him. Yet of course you did not.

“Uhm… this is Y/n! They’re my partner for the… contest that Professor Timaeus made.”

The stranger hums, amusement flickering in his eye, the other covered in a patch that makes you think of pirates back in the muggle world. Could it be that pirates exist here as well?

“Welcome to Hogwarts then, Y/n, I have a feeling we would get along well,” he says before glancing at our backs all of a sudden, “Well then, I must get going,” then he did walk away, prancing with his long legs to the very back of the library, approaching two tall women, one of which is Lisa.

“Who is that guy, Sucrose?” you inquired out of curiosity by the time you both settled down on a table, glancing back at where the three were, still very softly conversing with each other at one of the aisles of the library.

“Oh, that is Kaeya, the Captain of the Slytherin Quidditch Team. He is good friends with Mr. Albedo, who was my mentor. Mr. Albedo was the one who suggested for me to study here to show off my skills… Captain Kaeya frequently visits the laboratory because they are affiliated with the Ministry of Magic.”

“Who are?”

“Mr. Albedo, Captain Kaeya, Miss Jean and Miss Lisa. They are like the Younger Generation of Aurors that the Ministry of Magic trusts.”

Despite not knowing anything about what Sucrose was talking about, it all felt like a big job for someone like them, considering that they are students still. Since you know Lisa, it seemed as if you had a bit of connection with big names such as theirs.

“Skele grow?” you repeated Sucrose’s words, brows furrowed.

“Skele-Gro,” she corrected, before then showing you a page of the book that she was referring to, which held the name of the potion that she stated. “What do you think? We can donate it to the Hospital Wing as well for the sisters to use.

“Chinese Chomping Cabbage, Puffer-fish, Scarab beetles… remind me where we can get these? Are… we going to pick them ourselves?” the thought alone almost made you scared, but Sucrose denying it instantly made you heave a relieved sigh.

“I myself have these ingredients that I brought… I originally wanted to make the potion with the help of Professor Timaeus, but because of the contest and that you offered to be my partner… I think we can do it by ourselves!” she enthusiastically said, probably thinking that with you there, everything will be alright.

You really didn’t want to burst her bubble and tell her that you are not even that adept at the things of this world thus you couldn’t help but agree with her and finalize the potion that you both would make.

You just hope nothing would go wrong.

“What do you mean to say the Captain broke his arm?!” the shouts made you and Sucrose instantly halt in your tracks, watching as people with navy green robes and broomsticks scrambled on the hallway, some of them running to the open field near both of you, making you turn your head to the scene out of curiosity.

“Is that…”

“Captain Kaeya?” Sucrose peeked, and one of the green-robed men ran from behind us, seemingly in a hurry.

“They said they don’t have Skele-Gro left in the Hospital Wing! What now?”

“Have you called Madame Ping already?”

“Yes but we’ll have to bring the Captain to her.”

Sucrose steps forward and you only follow suit, already knowing what seems to be in the other’s head, the Hufflepuff in her making her move and rushing into action for someone in need.

“Excuse me?” she chirps, still heavily flustered that she’s talking to people, “W-Would you need some help? I and my partner uhm… we made a Skele-Gro just earlier but we haven’t test-”

“A Skele-Gro?” one of them interrupted before Sucrose could even finish in her ramble, nonetheless, it was an important piece of information that shouldn’t have been left unsaid. “Come! Let’s bring it to the Captain! We have a game tomorrow, we can’t afford him to stay behind!”

Sucrose turns to you with frantic eyes and you unconsciously bite your lower lip, glancing at Kaeya who was uncharacteristically on the grass steps away from where you were. He looks up and meets your eyes, seemingly wanting you to do something you normally wouldn’t. Without saying anything, there is something in his gaze that prompts you to follow your instincts instead of your mind.

Oh how you wished maybe you shouldn’t have.

NOTES. this is kind of short, to be honest. i wanted to write more for this chapter but i’m running out of time so yes cliffhanger for now! we are on route two aaaa finally. i’m having a lot of fun writing this in different routes but same time lmao. it’s like i’m writing an otome game (hello otome game makers hire me now jk). hope you liked this chapter!

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[starstruck-shima]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐬. (𝐕𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢)

“Even gods can’t help but stop to catch a breath.”

Notes: fem reader.

There were many things I wondered about.

After so many years of living, so many eons of asking questions without answers, I simply stood in the middle of a dandelion field, surrounded by crystal flies--Like a fool.

As I gaze upon the starstruck sky, what would lie ahead of me now? I was but a directionless being, with nowhere to go. My kin were gone, separated by walls that spared no mercy, not even to the birds. Now, all that remains of such were merely ruins of old. Its as if I’ve completely lost my purpose--no longer a protector of Mondstadt, no longer worthy of the long lifespan I was blessed with--Just a being of pure element, lost and astray.

It was there when I first felt the wind glaze over me so softly, and it was the first time I met you. At that moment, I felt a moment of rebirth. You were so kind, glazing upon me with such hazy eyes, and I felt so out of place. You, the ever glowing saint, an archon of the new world, and me... a soldier with no master.

I couldn’t even muster up words, for I was ashamed. Ashamed of what you’d think of me. So I did the bare minimum, for a being with heavy debt to Mondstadt itself. I ask for my punishment. “I lower my head to you. Please, set me free.”

His response however, shattered my expectations. With little to no hesitance, his reply flew like the wind. “That is for you to bring upon yourself.”

W-what? My eyes felt like saucers, as my throat ran dry. What did he mean by that? Freedom, retribution, I deserved none of that. The sin I hold upon myself by serving Decarabian is too much for a simply apology. It’s a burden I must carry.

“(Y/n) (L/n),” I rise my head to the call of my name. “--Former soldier of Decarabian’s. But most importantly, a lover of Mondstadt.” His hands outstretched to mine, and for some reason, it was as if I was naturally drawn to him. I knew his name, I knew who this was. Barbatos. It seemed that it wouldn’t take long for me to realize that no matter what form he took, he was still the same inside.

Archon, elemental being, bard. No matter what, Barbatos was Barbatos, and he gave me the ability to see truly for the very first time. That my freedom was in my own hands. 

“Then, with the freedom you’ve given me...

Let me vow to protect Mondstadt, for as long as I live.” It was going to be a very, very long time. I knew that. But I shall do this with the freedom I have granted myself. For the good of the four winds, of the nation I loved, and Barbatos, this is the vow I will stand in for as long as the wind howls.

...And that was how I ended up with this total drunkard of a god for the rest of my days.

Should I have begged even more for my execution? Probably. But would Barbatos still spare me? Most likely so.

“Dandelioooooonnn~~” his words were slurred, like he was riding a merry go round of booze. “Why won’t you let me touch you? Hey, come here~~”

“--That is unnecessary,” our friends watched as we bantered, me dodging Venti’s barrage of physical affection, and Venti... still trying no matter what. The traveler, who sat opposite of us, could only stay bewildered at the story, and the stark contrast of its two main heroes today.

“S-so, this is the fierce warrior who was granted the mercy of Lord Barbatos?!” Paimon’s mouth was agape. She stops for a breath, before carrying on. “You m-mean, (Y/n) once KNEELED to Venti?! Not only that, but the Barbatos in that tale feels so different than the Barbatos now!”

“It’s like watching an old married couple.” The traveler adds on to Paimon’s speech, still in disbelief. “So, that was how you met?”

Pushing away Venti’s hands, I try my best to keep a straight face. “Yes. The tales you hear the townsfolk tell to their children are partially true. however. the one Venti and I have told you tonight is how it really went down.” I chuckle at the thought. Who knew our first meeting had such an impact? “Though I’m glad it’s been teaching the kids a good life lesson or two.”

As my eyes trail back to Venti, I was hit with a softness, the same softness I felt after my adrenaline rushes were over, and when I knew everything was safe. I was pretty sure the traveler noticed my fondness too, but it’s alright. It’ll be our little secret. “Say, traveler. Let me let you in on a hymn of the bards of Mondstadt.”

“No matter how far the wind blows, everything stays,” I shift a bit at Venti’s weight, finally letting him rest on my shoulder. He reeked--though that was to be expected. “Right where you left it. Everything stays, but it still changes.”

I hope the traveler knew what I was talking about. In any case, the feel of Venti’s hand in mine, and the way he looked at me with such gentle eyes even whilst intoxicated proved such phrases to be true. We’ve gone through change, we’ve become different people. Once a warrior, once a rebel, now simple folk of Mondstadt, learning how to love like the people do. Once on different sides, fighting for the same freedom, and then--as the same wind blows, our relationship with each other slowly differed.

“So~” Paimon started to speak again, this time in a mischievous tone. “How did you two fall in love?”

Unexpectedly, I threw out a hoarse chuckle. Love. Such an unexpected experience that had befallen me. The truth was, I never expected it--at least not during my days of serving Decarabian. But as the times past, and when nations grew, I began to realize quite the consensus. The Mondstadt I protect now is still the same, yet things are different now. I didn’t need to devote myself to endless servitude, to slice monsters in half--because there was barely the need for it nowadays. Mondstadt’s people are capable of protecting themselves, and perhaps that was what Venti wanted me to believe.

“And then, perhaps that was when he grabbed the opportunity and freedom to woo me.”

“Ho ho, and it worked!” I roll my eyes at Venti’s sudden jab. Geez, what a childish god. “She used to be so serious. “I will protect Mondstadt!” “I will devote my life to it!” “No threat will ever pass you, Barbatos!” And then she’d run off to the wind, flipping her hair and acting all cool.”

“--But give her a flower and a song and she’s all red like an apple! Ahahahaha!” I wince at the embarrassment, quickly shutting his mouth. The traveler and paimon seem amused at the sudden revelation, and this was when I realized that it was probably best to do some damage control before my dear lover would be sleeping on the couch tonight.

Bidding the two and the bartender at Angel’s Share a farewell, I shoulder Venti, making sure to guide him deftly through the streets of Mondstadt. As we pave through the mostly empty surroundings, I start to feel warm--almost proud of the new Mond of today. How long as it been since the people were granted freedom? Since I had been able to stop and see the fruits of the labors its people who fought for it grow? It’s a nostalgic feeling, really.

“Heya, (Y/n).” It seemed that Venti noticed my silent musings. I hum a response, with no expectations whatsoever. If it was a question about how far we were from home, surely that--

“Marry me.”

I nearly ran into the pavement there and then. Marriage? To Barbatos? To Venti? To the man I knew as my lover? Wait, of course the person you’d get married to is most likely your lover. Then, why am I still so flustered? Why is it that with this man, everything felt so different and new? How is it that he could make such a mess of me, yet make me whole?

“Hey, why are you so quiet?” He pouts, adorably I might add. I still stumble to catch my breath. To be honest, I wouldn’t mind... “We’ve been together for so long, we’re pretty much just giving rings to each other. Come on~”

“Geh... When you put it that way... can’t you take this seriously?”

I felt a sudden drop--a different feeling place itself on him, and all of a sudden, he vocalizes many, many words. “I have! I’ve consulted the church, I’ve looked at all kinds of rings and other things you might prefer for proposals, and I’ve been thinking about it even in eons of slumber! I want us to be happy, (y/n), but most importantly, I want you to be happy, so regardless of your acceptance, it’s fine if we stay by each other’s sides, right?”

My breath hitched. Tears were threatening to prickle my eyes. Of course he’d be  so thoughtful, yet so playful too... don’t tell me. “I don’t want you to propose to me while you’re drunk, Barbatos... but you’re actually sober, aren’t you?”

“Ehe.” He chuckles, before getting on one knee, a small crystal core presented on the palms of his hands. “So, is that a yes?”

I couldn’t contain my smile. No matter how red my face was. A chorus of giggles rang through the night sky, and as Venti hovered over to my head to place the crystal core on my hair, I accepted his proposal.

[timbertumbr]

BET! (BHC! Blue X Reader X BHC! Nox)

Right, First Bonley Hearts oneshot. Let's go!

Disclaimer: Blue and Nox are simping for Reader, not each other. Just to let y'all know.

Oh, And there will be flirting.

Lots of flirting.

And just in case-

Blue is Underswap Sans

Nox is Swapfell Sans

Rus is Swapfell Papyrus

Red is Underfell Sans

Ash is Horrortale Sans

You have known the skeletons across the street for a while now. So you were well aware of the bets Blue and Nox had on the daily. So when you received a text from Red while chilling on the couch, you knew today was going to be… interesting. 

Bad2thebone: Hey, so Blue and Nox made another bet. And it involves you.

You squint at the text, what? Blue and Nox usually keep people OUT of their bets, not in.

You: I’m afraid to ask, but how so?

Bad2thebone: They flirt with you until one of em gets you flustered, winner gets to take you out.

You: Okay- 1. How the hell did you know this and 2. With a sniper or on a date?

Bad2thebone: 1. They’re loud, especially with their bet declarations. And 2. That’s a surprise. ;)

You snicker.

You: Oh boy. Thanks for the warning, I owe ya.

Bad2thebone: 👍

You sharply inhale upon receiving a message from one of the devils themselves, Blue.

BLUESTREAK92: Y/N! WANNA HELP ME TEND THE GARDEN WITH ASH?! HE’S OKAY WITH YOU COMING OVER TO HELP! ONLY IF YOU WANT TO THOUGH! ^^

. . . Fuck. Your one weakness, the adorable gardener named Ash. Now you CAN’T say no! Damn you Blue, damn you…

With a sigh, you force yourself off the couch and leave the home towards your impending doom.

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When you arrived, Ash and Blue were tending to a patch of one of the many plants in the backyard. They wave as you approach, kneeling beside them.

“Hey Y/n…” Ash mutters, you nod with a smile which Ash appreciates and is quick to get back to work. 

“I’m glad you decided to join us Y/N!” Blue says with a knowing smile. You slightly glare at him before directing your attention to Ash.

“So what can I do to help?” 

“You can… um… hand me the tools?” 

“I can do that!” And so you do. You hand Ash the tools he asks for and Blue was talking about everything and anything that came to mind. Soon enough, you were done tending to Ash’s garden.

“Thanks guys… I really appreciate you both helping…” Ash says with a smile, FUCK HE’S TOO CUTE FOR HIS OWN GOOD!

“No problem dude, always happy to help,” Blue nods at your statement and glances around the garden before smirking, oh NO.

“Ya know Y/N, if you were a flower, you’d be a damnnndelion,” 

. . . Okay, you have two weaknesses. Ash, and the smooth talker named BLUE! YOU WERE NOT EXPECTING THAT!

“Pft- Hahahaha!” You couldn’t help but laugh, that was hilarious! Even Ash seemed to think so since he was snickering into his hand. Blue wasn’t expecting this reaction but he was glad to see you smiling, bonus points for making his soft spoken “cousin” chuckle as well! He should try doing this more often…

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You were currently helping Rus in the kitchen, he was trying to make a cake before you came over per Nox’s request (demand). Rus was happy to spend some time with you AND his brother while you were making the frosting and Nox was working on something at the kitchen table. 

“So… you know what’s going on right? With Nox and Blue?” He asks hesitantly, You nod.

“Yeah, Red informed me. So far it’s just been Blue trying to make me laugh, Nox hasn’t done anything remotely flirty,” Rus winces silently at that.

“Yet,”

“Huh?”

“He hasn’t done anything ‘flirty’ yet because he’s planning, I’d be careful If I were you,” Rus jokes, knowing just how suave his brother can be. You smirk.

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll be careful,” You assure as you start helping Rus frost the cake. Unbeknownst to you both, Nox was silently watching, a devilish smirk creeping onto his skull. 

“Aaaaaand, done!” You say proudly, looking at the decently iced cake with “cake” written on it with a different colored frosting. 

“Looks good, lets see how it tastes,” Rus suggests, you nod and grab two plates and forks and bring them over to the cake. Rus takes them and gets the knife.

“I’ll be serving them if that’s alright,” You nod at Rus’s request and take a step back to let him work. Nox then made his move, silently standing up and walking up behind you.

“There are plenty of fish in the sea, but you’re the only one I’d like to catch,~” He purred in your ear, causing you to squeak from surprise and turn around to see the smirking Nox. A blush crept onto your cheeks as your heart fluttered, god damn that was smooth and so sweet.

“Aww, th-thank you Nox,” You say with a sincere smile, Nox blinked bewildered. You had gotten somewhat embarrassed and flattered, not flustered. Nox couldn’t help but smile slightly, even if this wasn’t the result he wanted, your reaction was quite the sight. 

He gives you another smirk, winks and then walks back to his work while your blush grows slightly. You sigh and turn to Rus who was watching with an amused smirk.

“I warned ya,” He teased as he handed you a plate, you take it.

“Hush,” You mutter, causing Rus to snicker.

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A week has passed. And their attempts to flirt have not slowed ONCE. Their flirts ranged depending on their mood and time of day. From hilarious and slightly embarrassing to down right dirty. (cough Nox cough) The two were now having a flirt off with you as their target and you don’t know how much more you can take. Then, your saving grace came in a text. 

Bad2thebone: Hey, I’m gonna cash in that IOU in now if that’s alright.

You: Omg, you have the BEST timing! So, whatcha wanna do?

Bad2thebone: Just watch me play a game, you know where my room is.

“Sorry guys, Red wants me for something, we can continue hanging out later okay?” You say as soon as you read the text, they both give you a look of disappointment, before Blue smiles.

“That’s alright! Have fun!” You nod as you hastily walk up the stairs and into Red’s room with a relieved sigh. 

“That bad huh?” He asks, not taking his eyes off the screen. You drag yourself across the room and faceplant his bed.

“Ugggggh, I don’t know how much more I can take!” Red glances at you before pausing the game.

“Well, what’s stopping ya from just letting one of em win?” Red asks, half wondering why you’ve held out this long and half surprised you DID hold out for this long. You pause before moving your head to stare at him.

“I’m… not sure honestly, maybe… because I don’t want one of them getting hurt?” Red hums, knowing how competitive and how emotional those two could get.

“Well, why not just end the whole bet by asking em both out?” You blink and rise from the bed.

“That’s… a really good idea, why didn’t I think of that?!” Red chuckles.

“And for the icing on the cake, giving em a taste of their own medicine,” You smirk.

“Once again, an amazing idea! Thanks Red!” You exclaim, getting off his bed and speed walking to the door.

“Knock em dead!” Red calls after you, causing you to roll your eyes as you leave the skeleton household and into your own to plan.

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You gathered the two skeletons in your living room and stood in front of them as you gathered your courage.

“Okay,” You start, getting the skeleton's attention.

“I’m aware of the bet you two have, and I’m not mad about it, it’s just…” The skeletons look at you expectantly, anxious thoughts ebbing their mind. You take a deep breath and continue.

“I’m grateful you two feel this way for me but I couldn’t just choose one, so would it be alright if we all go on a date?” You ask, Blue and Nox look surprised and glance at one another before returning their gaze to you.

“Of course!” Blue exclaims.

“I can work with that,” Nox comments, you smile brightly.

“Th-That’s great! Is it alright if we go on that date now?” Another glance is shared by the skeletons.

“Sure!”

“I don’t mind,” You smile again and gently take each of their hands and lead them outside of the home and towards the park.

“I’m glad I can spend the day with my two favorite skeletons!” You comment happily as you continue to lead them. Unbeknownst to you, both of them were blushing lightly.

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[trashytoastboi]

Hellooo!!!! Okay ummm I have request. It's a very sinful request😳, hehe....Oh God!!! Can I ask a NSFW scenario of Trafalgar Laws x fem! S/O? Ummm she's sleeping and then she wakes up and it's 06:00 in the morning. It's also still a bit dark. Then she saw four Laws! One Law is real and three are also Law but clones and they act exactly Like Law! Later she has a idea but doesn't know if they agree. Later they agree so she have a five some with four Laws! fem! S/O can't believe it. She was like OMG! Later when they're done, tired doing the spicy heavenly time..She suddenly hears a voice shouting in background. She wakes up! And.... IT WAS ALL JUST A DREAM. She looks at her body, still dressed, no hickeys, no bites, no white stuff. Bepo wakes her up. Later she's going to other to eat some breakfast and saw her boyfriend Law. And her dream will be secret. And yeah. That's it. Take your time.

Heyya!🍀 and of course. Sorry for the long wait on this! Whew 🥵 no amount of holy water can mend my unholy toast ways. I hope you enjoy~

(Female pronouns)

NSFW Scenario: Law x F! S/O - How Many Laws Are Too Many?

Warnings: NSFW (Fivesome, oral, doggy, teasing, fingering, lowkey BDSM dynamics, pet names, voyeurism, masturbation, and all the rest that comes with this 🍋🤣)

Word Count: 2, 536 words

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🍄Trafalgar Law🍄

{Name} ruffled from her sleep, the unintentional stirring causing her to wake up. "Five more minutes would have been nice" she sleepily mutters before opening her eyes to glance around the room. There's no sign of sunlight, the room is covered in a dim light of the brightening sky indicating early morning for {Name}. She closes her eyes decided to try and fall asleep again.

A finger strokes her cheek "How much longer are you going to sleep love?"

{Name} opens her eyes again, flashing a playful pout, she rolls over to face the owner of the voice . "Law this better be good if you're keeping me awake for someth--" her sentence falls flat, being rendered completely speechless when she sees his smiling face, and another three. "F-Four Laws!?" She sputters, sitting up in bed instantly, bewildered and unable to believe the sight before her. Law snickers and pulls her in for a kiss "Well? Was it worth it?" He inquires, though already knowing the answer, he is still pleased to see her nod. She remains silent, unable to formulate any other words considering the situation. {Name} jumps slightly from the unexpected hand that grabs her face. "So rude, you didn't even kiss me good morning" one of the other Laws state. Every one of them kiss her good morning, which flusters {Name} to a great extent. Law chuckles " A face like that makes it seem like you want more than just kissing {Name-ya}."

She couldn't help but blush at his words, knowing that it was true. The thought of doing something more did cross her mind. A hand lifts her face "Tell us my dear, what do you want?" Law smirks by seeing how visibly flustered she is getting. She bites her lip, reluctant to answer because of how embarrassed she is by her own thoughts. "I...I want you Law" she shyly mumbles out, barely audible enough for them to hear. "Hm? Which one of us?" Law closes the distance between them, looking into her eyes. "A-All..."

"Good answer." Law states, obviously amused by her bashfulness. He captures her lips in a slow kiss. "L-Law..." at her words all of them respond, snapping {Name} out of her lustful intoxication. "This is going to be confusing... um... should I give you nicknames or numbers?" {Name} hesitantly mutters. "Do you have a problem saying my name {Name-ya}? Or embarrassed because you'll be saying it a lot" he teases trying to get another adorable reaction out of his partner. "N-numbers seem a bit..." her sentence trails off as they can already guess the reason. "The idea of all doing that with more than one of us is making you shy."

{Name} nods "Nicknames then?"

"Law, Torao and..." {Name} states trying to think of nicknames, something to differentiate them. One of them get a devious smirk offering a suggestion of his own "You can call me Doctor."

"Suppose I'll stick with Sir" another Law states, obviously pleased over his nickname.

{Name} chuckles "You're letting your kinks show Law." He only smirks in response to her words. "Law, Torao, Doctor and Sir." She mutters "I guess that helps a bit."

A moment of stillness passes with no movement from anyone. "Since none of you are taking the preemptive strike" Torao says as he takes hold of {Name} and kisses her again. Caught off guard by his sudden kiss as his tongue slips into her mouth. Eliciting a sweet moan from her. His hands settle on her waist and push her down to the bed, breaking the kiss to hover over her, his lips plant kisses along her neck as she can feel his hand creeping up her shirt. Sir looks over as he lifts his hand, "Room, Shambles" At the sound of the familiar words, and the feeling of the fabric disappears completely and is replaced by the cold air which brushes over her skin, causing goosebumps to rise, her eyes open to reveal a small screw on her bare flesh. {Name} glances over at the door to see her clothes laying pooled at the entrance. "S-Seriously!?" She sits up hastily and her hands instinctively go to cover her body from the suddenness of having all her clothes stripped. Feeling particularly embarrassed by the feeling of mutliple gazes.

Law takes the opportunity and slips behind her, his tattooed fingers run over her skin. His hands roughly push hers aside and grabs her breasts, squeezing them hard enough to earn a surprise squeak from {Name}. Torao is grabbed on the shoulder and shoved off to the side by another one. {Name} giggles mischievously "Come now, there's no need to fight over me."

He smirks, kissing her roughly as he bites her lip. Drawing a bit of blood, his thumb swipes the small trickle, surprising {Name} when he presses his knee between her legs. The feeling of the sudden pressure causes her to yelp, {Name} clasps her hand over her mouth. Sir grabs a hold of her hand, kissing gently as he leans in to nip her ear "Maybe I should have you cum like this."

Her face burns with embarrassment at hearing him say such things, Law wasn't as forthcoming with his dirty talk that often, Torao pulls her face away and into another kiss, teasing her tongue. The kiss is broken when her body is forcefully pulled down into a laying position. Though it offers a moment reprieve as the constant stimulation from the various touches and kisses were getting her too worked up and desperate.

Her eyes wander down to look at the one who pulled her down. His eyes glint with something seductive as he slowly kisses her stomach, tracing down with his tongue. His eyes bore into hers, keeping {Name} entranced by a gaze so predatory and lustful its hard to look away. She can only wait with bated breath and anticipation for what he will do. Sir flashes his teeth, before biting into {Name's} hip, marking the flesh. He soothes the mark with a gentle lick before going to her thighs.

{Name} can barely think straight with the return of wandering hands that touch her all over, leaving a subtle burning sensation in their wake. Her eyes close trying to keep up with everything she is feeling. Something warm and wet trace her collar bone down to her breasts as she feels lips planting kisses and soft bites. She whines with the feeling, still trying to hold her voice back which thus far has been futile. All of them touch the places that make her weak, its beyond overwhelming as her body faintly begins to tremble.

A pair of fingers trace and tease her lips and slip into her mouth "Do me a favour dear and make those nice and wet for me."

{Name} grins, deciding to play coy as she sucks his fingers, teasingly with soft licks, using her tongue to trace the letters on his fingers almost as if she were silently suggesting something else and he could tell.

She feels a strong grip on her thighs which push them further apart "You're so wet {Name-ya} do you want us that badly?" His tongue delves into her most sensitive spot feeling her body instantly react and jolt. The teasing has served to make her body exceedingly sensitive and the sudden feeling sent a shockwave throughout her body. "Law!" She exclaims, only to be met with a sharp slap to her thigh. "I believe I asked to be called Sir." {Name} sighs and smiles "My apologies Sir~" she sings out in a sweet voice that certainly is befitting of a temptress playing the role of an angel. The familiar building and tightening knot arises in her stomach, she moans unable to bear the intensity of the pleasure they are giving her. The feeling approaches faster, out of her desperation she tries to push his head away unable to handle this strange feeling. "W-wait!" She whimpers as her hands are held by the other Laws, leaving her at Sir's mercy..his hands pin her hips to the bed as he continues to pleasure her. {Name's} body trembles violently as the feeling crashes over her in such a forceful manner its leaves her vision white. Tears well up and fall from her eyes. Feeling fingers entwine with her own as a small token of reassurance all the while she is left gasping for breath. "I hope you're not getting tired on us yet {Name-ya} there is still a lot more.

" Law kisses her tears away, brushing the unkempt hair from her face. "This is too much" {Name} thinks to herself, barely able to keep her thoughts straight.

{Name} finds herself resting on her stomach, Sir sits watching the entire scene unfolding, adding to her embarrassment and the feeling of being watched by him only seems to add a sense of excitement and thrill. Law's fingers rake down her back to call attention to his wandering hands. His fingers tease her entrance before slipping one of them in, {Name} moans and buries her face in the sheets to muffle her voice.

Law could feel her body tense up as he slowly strokes in and out, creating a slow and steady rhythm deciding to slip a second finger in. His movements get slightly rougher while pushing his fingers in deeper "T-There!" {Name} cries out unintentionally from the feeling of Law's fingers hitting the very sensitive spot. Her hands entangle in the sheets as she continues to moan, feeling another orgasm starting to build. Her eyes shut tightly waiting for release as the feeling disappears. {Name} sighs, catching her breath as Law pushes his cock into her, the intrusive and pleasurable feeling push her over the edge as she cries out from the feeling. "{Name-ya!}" Law grunts in pleasure at feeling her tighten so much around him.

A hand lifts her chin, she is greeted by a soft kiss. "Such a nice expression love, though I'm feeling a bit neglected"

"Doctor?" {Name} inquires, knowing that her guess was correct based on the smirk. "Can I get a little attention too?"

{Name} nods, giving him a soft peck and hearing his one word command. "Open."

Her mouth opens as he pushes his cock into her mouth with a hiss of pleasure at the feeling of her warm mouth engulfing his length. Before she can concentrate on the task before her, {Name's} attention is ripped away by Law's rough thrusting into her. She can't help but whine at the full feeling and being pleasured by Law. She looks up to see his head back as he moans, the sight makes {Name} more determined to pleasure him. Her tongue strokes his cock while sucking harder and noticing his reaction, his eyes look down at {Name} a soft growl emitting from his throat as he looks at her "Just like that {Name-ya}" he moans through gritted teeth. A hand entangled into the {Name's} hair "Looks like it feels good" Torao grins as he presses himself against her lips, watching with anticipation as she slowly sucks his length, seeming to tease him a bit more than he would have liked. His hand rests on her head, providing a gesture of affection that is betrayed by his sadistic nature. Torao smiles as he slightly bucks his hips, pushing his cock further into {Name's} mouth. Following a pattern of alternating and pleasuring the two in front of her as another hard snap of Law's hips causes her to moan.

{Name} looks around to search for the fourth Law, the one nicknamed Sir. Her eyes spot his amused smile as he sits in a chair watching everything unfold, his face is flushed as his hand strokes his cock. Unable to hold himself back from the sight of {Name} being ravished by none other than himself. Looking at him, her hand reaches out as she flashes a look of need. A silent plea he can't deny, he walks over, entwining his fingers with hers. Her hand escapes his hold to trace down his down his body, an invitation. He licks his lips "You're so sweet" he leers at the sight, her hand wraps around his cock as she strokes him in a steady rhythm, the feel of her hand wrapped around was enough to satiate his building hunger from watching.

Law's fingers dig into the flesh of her hips, alerting {Name} to his thrusts growing sloppy and erratic, listening to his straining voice and shallow breaths. A string of curse words begin to fall from his lips,

Seeing Law's face flushed and the expression of pleasure was a sight irreplaceable to {Name}. Especially when it shows a more vulnerable side to her usually aloof partner. "{N-Name-ya}" Laws voice strains against the sounds of his pleasure, his body presses down on hers as his thrusts become harder, following an uneven pace only pushing Law closer to his impending release. Sir smirks as his slips his fingers into his mouth, his finger slide down to rub small circle on her clit causing {Name} to tear up from the stimulation again. Unable to control her own need for chasing another climax, her body meets Law's thrusts.

Small whimpers fall from {Name's} lips, her voice hoarse from all the moaning.

Torao entangled his fingers in her hair and push her head onto his length, creating his own rhythm of thrusts.

Her body is wracked with an intense shock of uncut bliss, she is left shaking and can hear the pleasured sounds of Law as well. Feeling spent and unable to keep herself up she falls to the bed, and trying to calm her breathing down. A thumb lovingly strokes her cheek and the sudden feeling of hands as Torao pulls her up to straddle his hips. "We're far from done my love." He presses a soft kiss onto her forehead.

"{Name}...? {Name}" a voice calls to her from outside. A gentle shaking feeling is felt on her arm as her eyes finally open.

"Bepo?" She mutters sleepily, rubbing the sleep from her eyes and trying to make sense of everything. "I was sent to wake you up, it's time for breakfast" Bepo states as he can see {Name} is visibly dazed though he reckons it's from the sleep. Her eyes wander down, noticing she is still completely clothed. No marks, no evidence... certainly no exhausted feeling, more the complete opposite. {Name} felt completely rested. Which is when she finally registered. "A dream..." her face burns with embarrassment at the entire situation. Especially getting flashbacks to everything that happened.

{Name} sits quietly at the table with everyone around her, she takes a bite from the breakfast she had been picking for the last twenty minutes or so as Law walks in. At the sight of him, there is a rush of everything that occured in her dreams causing {Name} to choke on her first bite of food. Law spots his partner choking and coughing, rushing over to inquire if she is okay. "Are you alright?" His voice is filled with an evident concern and she can see the worry written all over his face. Frantically nodding and catching her breath, {Name} stammers "Y-y-yup... p-perfectly fine."

[shyneanon]

Been a while since I wrote a one-shot of my own inspiration! I had a bit of writer’s block, but I thought of something, and here it is! Just a little one-shot about Classic Sans that I wrote way too late at night.

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Whenever Sans and Papyrus went to the grocery store, Sans would joke about sitting in the cart like a child. Paps’ frustrated responses were amusing.

But obviously such a thing wasn’t actually possible, so Sans had to stick with walking. It could be hard to keep up with his brother, so a lot of the time Papyrus just let him watch the cart while he strode around grabbing everything they needed. Goodness knew he was strong enough to.

This was one of those moments, so Sans lay his head on the handle to the cart, resting it. Man, it was cold near the dairy section. But his hoodie kept him warm, so he started to feel his consciousness slip away.

He noticed movement and his eyesockets instinctively blinked open. It was just a person; a girl, specifically, shopping nearby. Well, it was a distraction from falling asleep, and Paps got upset when he fell asleep, so he kept his eyes on you.

It looked like you weren’t used to this store; you were taking a while to find everything, and your eyelids would flutter in confusion as you glanced around the shelves.

You had long lashes….

Sans blinked, and attempted to shake the thought off. Random observation. It happens.

You grabbed something and gently brushed your hair out of your face so that you could read it. Your fingers looked really delicate…. And your hair looked so soft…. Sans watched it move as you unconsciously adjusted it. He found himself growing more awake as he watched, though he wasn’t sure why.

As you picked up something else and started reading it, you shifted your weight so that it was mostly resting on one leg. Sans’ gaze travelled down to your waist.

C… Curvy….

More messing with your hair. Sans… liked it when you did that….

You turned around, putting one of the items in your cart, and Sans got a proper look at you.

He didn’t notice when he mumbled, “Whoa.”

“SAAANS!”

He jumped, and looked over at his brother, who was glaring down at him. “What?”

“I SAID YOUR NAME AT LEAST FIVE TIMES, SANS!” He turned, following Sans’ previous gaze. “WHAT ARE YOU…”

He saw you and blinked. You were in the middle of checking your phone. You leaned forward a bit and your pose accentuated your curves; for some reason Sans suddenly felt very flustered and he glanced away. Was his face hot?

Papyrus gasped. “SANS! YOU’RE WATCHING A GIRL!” He grinned. “DO YOU LIKE HER?”

Well, if his face wasn’t hot before, it definitely was now. But he managed not to look alarmed. “Of course. You know me, Paps. Huge romantic.”

“DO NOT COVER THIS UP WITH JOKES! I, YOUR BROTHER, CAN SEE THAT YOU ARE CLEARLY ENAMORED WITH HER--”

Oh my God OK no. “Shhh!” Sans said.

“NO, I WILL NOT SHH!” He beamed. “COME ON, I HAVE AN IDEA TO HELP YOU TALK TO HER!”

He grabbed Sans’ arm and started pulling him in your direction. What is he doing? Sans legitimately considered shortcutting to escape, but that would upset Papyrus more deeply than intended. He’d noticed that Papyrus felt it was sort of selfish, using one’s abilities to just get yourself out of any situation you didn’t like.

Which it probably was.

“HELLO!” said Papyrus, and you looked up from your phone. Oh no I’m right in front of her. Why did he feel so nervous?

“Oh,” you said, smiling at Papyrus. “Hi.”

“WE NOTICED THAT YOU LOOKED LIKE YOU COULD USE SOME HELP!”

Now that he wasn’t being dragged at his brother’s much faster speed, Sans tucked his hands in his pockets, trying not to look nervous. What did looking… not-nervous look like, exactly?

“It’s not a big deal,” you said, looking embarrassed. “I’ve just never been here before.”

“WELL MY BROTHER SANS WOULD BE HAPPY TO HELP!”

Before Sans could do anything, he was shoved in your direction, albeit gently.

“HE IS A VERY HELPFUL PERSON WHEN HE WANTS TO BE!”

Your eyes went to him.

Wow, your eyes….

Sans raised one hand, smiling as casually as possible. “Hey.”

“Hi,” you said, smiling back. She’s smiling at me.... “Are you sure you wanna help?”

“Yeah, of course. My brother’s got us covered.”

“Thanks! You guys are so nice, if only everybody offered help to random people like this.”

“THANK YOU!” said Papyrus. “IT WAS SANS’ IDEA!”

Paps was lying? Paps never lied. Sans hadn’t realized that Paps would attempt to be his wingman in a situation like this. This is so embarrassing….

“I WILL SEE YOU OUTSIDE, SANS!” said Paps, and he went for their shopping cart.

Your attention went back to Sans and Sans felt his soul leap a little. Not sure what else to do, he held his hand out. “Hey. Nice to meetcha.”

“Nice to meet you too,” you said, and took his hand-- Why did I hold out my hand?! That had been a terrible mistake; your touch felt like a small jolt. Still, the two of you shook. “I’m (y/n).”

“Pretty name,” Sans said without thinking, then immediately felt his face get warm. Stop, stop blushing. C’mon. You act fine when you’re not all the time, this should be easy.

“Oh.” Was your face pink? “Thanks.” You looked at your phone again. “I’m shopping for my parents. We don’t need a lot, I… promise this won’t take up much of your time.”

“Don’t worry about it.”

“Thanks. Mm… we need cashews.”

Sans remembered a joke.

A joke. That would make him feel less awkward.

“Knock knock,” he said, not addressing what you’d said, and you blinked.

“Huh?”

“Knock knock.” He winked. “You’re supposed to say who’s there.”

When he winked he could swear he saw your face turning a soft rose color. It was so pretty.... But you smiled and said, “Who’s there?”

“Cash.”

“Cash who?”

Another wink. “No thanks, I prefer walnuts.”

You snorted and laughed a little. “That was horrible. I love it.”

Cute laugh…. Sans’ face got warm. “Yeah?”

“Yeah, I’ve got very low standards for humor.” You said it playfully.

“Well that’s great,” he replied with a grin, “cuz all my jokes suck.”

You thought a moment, then said, “I’ve got one.”

“Yeah?”

“Knock knock.”

“Who’s there?”

“Hatch.”

“Hatch who?”

“Oh, bless you.”

Sans let out a snort and a chuckle of his own. “Nice.”

“I have the feeling you know way more than I do,” you said, raising an eyebrow.

“You’re probably right.”

Your grin was so, so nice.

“C’mon, tell me more on the way there,” you said, and Sans’ soul leapt again.

“Sure,” he said, shrugging.

The rest of the shopping trip was mostly comprised of Sans leading you to various items while delivering terrible puns, and they made you laugh. Your laugh really was so cute.

Your face suddenly flushed red, and Sans blinked.

“What?” he said.

“Um… thank you.”

… Oh shit, did I say that out loud?

“Sorry,” he said, immediately trying to recover. “Did I say something weird?”

“N-- no,” you said, “it wasn’t weird, just… unexpected, hah.” You were still smiling, and your face was still pink. Had you liked the compliment…?

After a second, you looked back at him.

“I’m gonna miss you when this is over,” you said with a smile. You’d said it in a playful tone, but Sans still felt his face get hot. No, no, don’t blush in front of her, come on….

“Hey, me too. You seem cool.” He winked, and you turned pink.

“Stop doing that,” you said with a smile, “I’m trying to figure out if you’re flirting with me.”

“Do you want me to be?”

Your face got redder, but you shrugged. “Sure, I guess so.”

Sans’ soul felt like it was floating.

“Then I’m flirting with you,” he said, leaning on your shopping cart and giving you what he hoped was an attractive wink. You snickered. He wasn’t sure if that meant he’d looked stupid, but the reaction was a positive one regardless.

You looked back at your phone. “Um… oreo cookies.”

“Yum.” He thought, then said, “Those are on the other side of the store.”

“Ugh,” you said, but you were smiling. “I have to walk. It’s so much work.”

“Hey, I feel you.” He considered. “But…”

“... But?”

“I could get it faster.”

“How--”

Sans shortcutted to the aisle with the Oreo cookies, grabbed two boxes, and then shortcutted back to you. You looked bewildered-- probably wondering where he had gone and now wondering how he’d suddenly reappeared.

“What the heck?” you said.

For some reason, this made him feel really self-satisfied. “You wanted one or two boxes?”

You blinked. “How’d you do that? You… What did you even do?”

Sans shrugged. “I call it shortcutting.”

“So… it’s like… teleporting? You can teleport?”

Sans raised a finger to his teeth and winked. “Don’t tell anybody, kay? It was just for you.”

Your face lit up. Sans felt kind of dazed from looking at it. He couldn’t believe he was making you blush like that….

“Thanks,” you said softly. Looking a little embarrassed, you said, “We, um, only need one box though.”

“Cool,” said Sans, “I’ll just buy the other.”

You smiled as he put the single box in your cart.

By the time the two of you had left the store, Sans was almost halfway through with his box of cookies. Papyrus was, indeed, outside. Were the doors not automatic Sans assumed he’d probably be holding them open for every single person entering. And exiting.

“SANS!” he groaned. “OF COURSE YOU GOT SUGAR!”

“Sorry,” said Sans, grinning, “couldn’t help it.”

“YOUR TEETH ARE GOING TO GET ALL COVERED IN CHOCOLATE! YOU’LL NEED TO BRUSH THEM TWICE WHEN WE GET BACK!”

“Sure thing.”

You seemed amused. “You two are sweet.”

“THANK YOU!” said Papyrus. Sans just shrugged, feeling his face warm up again.

“... Hey.”

“Yeah?” said Sans.

Your face was pink. “Do you think… it would be OK if I gave you my number?”

... Really?

“Y… yeah,” Sans said, “of course.”

You held out your hand for his phone and he handed it to you, watching you as you typed it in. He couldn’t believe that… you… were giving him your number.

Wow.

He tucked his phone back in his pocket when it was handed back, and the two of you said, “Thanks” at the same time. Your smiles widened and you both blushed.

“See ya,” said Sans.

“See ya. Thanks for the help.”

“No problem.”

As you walked off, Sans felt like he was high on something. His soul was fluttering….

“YAY! YOU GOT HER NUMBER!”

Sans started. You weren’t out of earshot yet and Papyrus was already yelling.

“Yep,” he said, trying not to let it seem like a big deal.

“I AM SO PROUD OF YOU! YOU GOT A GIRL’S NUMBER!”

Sans’ face was hot all over again. He glanced over in your direction and saw that you were watching them with an endeared smile. Whyyyy?

But at the same time….

“It’s all thanks to you, Paps.” Sans smiled. “I never would’ve talked to her if you hadn’t forced me.” It was true. He would’ve been far too shy.

“OF COURSE! IT IS MY JOB AS YOUR BROTHER TO HELP YOU WHEN YOU NEED IT, AND YOU NEEDED HELP TALKING TO HER!”

“Thanks, bro.” He winked. “I’d say that I’d do the same for you, but the Great Papyrus won’t be nervous when he finds a girl he likes.”

“OF COURSE NOT! NYEH HEH HEH!”

The two of them headed for Papyrus’ car. As much as Sans joked with his brother, he wished he had the confidence Paps did.

But he was lucky that Paps was always there to help when he didn’t.

[minty-chocco]

ayla!! your blog looks v cute so far 🥺 best wishes for you and your blog 😚✨ is it okay if i request a scenario for mr rook hunt where he and his gn!s/o are baking cupcakes but rook, in all his curious wonder, wants to throw in some potions thus s/o tries to stop him while keeping an eye on the batch already in the oven? thanks a bunch and here, have a pudding! 🍮💞

𝑹𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝑯𝒖𝒏𝒕  🧁

Pairing: Rook Hunt x GN!Reader 

Warning(s): None.

Word Count: 1.4k words

Extra Note: aaaaaaa you’re so sweet anon thank you! 🥺💞 Sorry if this isn’t what you had in mind. Rook has an intersting way of speaking and I hope I managed to capture his personality well! I’m open to contructive criticisms~ Anyways, here’s a cupcake in exchange for the pudding! 🧁

“Here you go, little demon!” Sam placed the ingredients that you requested on the counter.

You checked each one of the ingredients seeing if he got each one right. After confirming, you gave the shop owner your payment. Sam’s eyes lightened up at the sight of madol.

“Thank you.” You smiled at the man and picked up the items to put it in your bag.

“Come back again~” He waved his hand before you exited the shop.

While heading back to your respected dormitory to bake, you felt a pair of eyes on you.

 You immediately knew who it was, of course.

 “Rook.” You called out to him glancing at the sides trying to locate him.

 You hear the rustling of bush and turned to see a certain hunter at the distance. “Mon amour.” He mused.

He walked towards you, footsteps were silent as he stopped in front of you and lifted his hat as a sign of greeting.

 “I was preoccupied on admiring you from afar.” He flashed you a smile. “Although, seeing your beauty up close is far better.”

 You waved at him. “Won’t it make any difference though? You have a pretty good eyesight after all.”

 “Non! I would be able to hold you if you’re close.” He replied.

You smiled shaking your head lightly quite used to this man’s antics. At first, he always caught you off guard on his sudden appearances because the next thing you know he’s right next to you.

 Of course, after some time you manage to adjust to this hunter’s nature. You would soon notice his presence whenever he’s near you just by feelings his gaze.

“Anyways, Rook, what brings you here?” You asked him while taking a step towards the hunter and dusted off the leaves left on his uniform.

 “Why? To assist you in baking of course!” You flinched at his words. The cupcakes were supposed to be a surprise to him and your friends in NRC.

You’re about to question him but stopped. It’s Rook after all. He probably saw you buying ingredients in Sam’s mystery shop.

 “If you’d like, I guess.” You chuckled. “Let’s head back to my dorm.”

Upon arriving at your destination, you opened the door outside of Ramshakle to invite yourself in.

 “Pardon the intrusion~” Rook soon entered behind you.

You two strolled around the kitchen and Rook placed the ingredients on the table. He offered to carry your things before walking over to your dorm which explains on why he has your things.

“It seems like Monsieur Fuzzball isn’t here.” Rook looked around to double check.

 “Nope. He’s with Ace and Deuce.” You took the ingredients out of the bag one by one. “Probably just messing around with them.”

 Rook helped you prepare the ingredients and collected the kitchen equipment to be used for baking.

“Let’s mix the dry ingredients first.” You suggested picking up a bowl to put the dry ingredients and searched the room for the measuring cups.

 “Très bien!” Rook answered. He seems to take notice of you searching for something being the perspective person he is and opened one of the drawers on where the measuring cups were located to hand it to you. (très bien = very well)

 You took the cups and washed it clean thanking the young man. “You know sometimes I think you know my kitchen more than me, Rook.” You admitted which earn a laugh from the vice dorm head.

 After some time, you were almost finished with mixing the ingredients together and all that’s left is to put the batter into the baking tray. Although, you two still have to make the icing.

 You decided to gift your friends and acquaintances cupcakes each so you separated the batter to give them different flavorings to suit their tastes.

 You put the cupcake liners on the baking trey in which you personalized by putting your friends name on it and drawing little doodles that describes them best.

 After the two of you put the first batch of batter in the oven, you gathered the remaining ingredients left to make the icing.

 “Mon ciel étoile” Rook called out to you while you were busy whipping the cream not sparing him a glance. “You don’t mind if I put a little surprise for the cupcakes, Yes?” 

This caused you to turn your head and saw that Rook is holding a little vial on his hands. “Rook no—”

 You almost dropped what you were holding in surprise and hurriedly walked over to Rook’s spot to take the glass vial out of his hands before he does anything reckless to your cupcakes.

“No, Rook, you can’t.” You pointed a finger at him like scolding a troublesome child. The hunter could only stare at you quite amused at your reactions.

“But you shouldn’t be limiting yourself about the countless possibilities you could create, Mon coco!” Rook explained. 

 You frowned your eyebrows upon his statement. Rook is a curious guy, you’re aware of that. He would often try countless of rash methods to feed his curiosity, even offending the infamous Malleus Draconia on purpose, that is.

 “But cupcakes are different, Rook. This isn’t an experiment.” You resonated with him.

 “Ma belle, aren’t you itching to explore? You never know what this could have in store for us.” 

 “Rook.” You firmly replied as a warning.

 After seeing your reaction, Rook stopped. Although he could be quite persistent, he knows when to stop as a respect to your boundaries. “I do apologize, Mon cœur, I do not take heed to offend you.” 

Now you felt guilt for being harsh on him. “I’m sorry but let’s not do that, okay? These cupcakes are supposed to be for us and my friends.”

 You heard an alarm in the distance indicating that the cupcakes are now baked which startled you. You walked over to the oven to open it.

 Rook offered to be the one who’ll take out the cupcakes so you handed him your kitchen muffins in which you thought looked cute on him.

 “You know Rook sometimes I wonder why I even keep up with you.” You randomly blurted out after he place the cupcakes at the counter to cool.

 “My, you wound me, trickster!” He placed his hand on his chest.

 “Wait let me finish my sentence.” You chuckled at his actions. “But you know what? Even though you can be quite a handful sometimes, I still love you.” 

 “Oh?” Rook leaned over you, eyeing you intensely. Just like how a hunter would look at its prey before attacking. “Such flattering words from you.”

Rook leaned more closer to you which made you panic by the sudden movement and grabbed the cupcake beside you in impulse to shove it on his mouth.

The Pomefiore vice dorm leader looked at you bewildered. Congrats, you manage to caught this hunter off guard. He tasted the cupcake that was rudely shoved on his mouth.

“Merci! This cupcake is marvelous. The exquisite taste that prolong on your mouth is truly spectacular.” You awkwardly shifted away quite embarrassed from his compliments. “Desserts like this are surely meant to be shared with your beloved.”

 You gave him a lopsided smile. “Then, let me try too.”

You took a cupcake from the tray and took a bite out of it. The scent of the freshly baked goods filling the room. “Mhm. This tastes okay. We still need the frosting though.”

Rook was about to say something but you interrupted him. “No. We’re not gonna add any funny ingredients there.”

“But I wasn’t about to tell you that, mon chéri .” You looked at him confused then you suddenly felt his lips on yours, giving it a little peck. He used his hat as a cover for the two of you even though there wasn’t anyone at the room but you two, for effect I guess. “This hunter is glad to be called your lover.” 

You blushed at his words. Surely, this young man never fails to make your heart flutter by his sweet yet sincere words. Even though this is a common occurrence for the two of you, it still makes you feel flustered every time.

 “You didn’t think I would easily let you go, did you?” Rook chuckled, placing his gloved hands on your chin to make you look at him, his eyes glowing lightly. “A hunter doesn’t let their prey off so easily.”

 Now it’s your turn to be surprised. What would you do, reader?

𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈! 🌙