#got it filled straight away and that was... hm. not pleasant.

[thatrandombystander]

LOST MY 25 YEAR STREAK (went for a dentist checkup and they found a hole)

[harveybwabbitficrebolgs29]

Subway Bosses scenarios: You/he says I love you during sex.

🔞🔞MINORS DNI !!!🔞🔞

Ingo:  He had been under a lot of stress lately so you had taken Ingo to his office to help him unwind, and currently you were sucking him off, must've been some pretty good head! cos Ingo was moaning loudly into his right hand while gripping your head like stress-ball with his free one as he helped you bob up and down his dick, the feeling of you curling your tongue along his length and low hum sent a pleasant shock up his spine.

You felt his dick twitch telling you how close the conductor was to was to cumming, "Damn, I love you..." Ingo groaned throwing his head back as he came down from the mind blowing orgasm you gave him, you nearly choked as you swallowed his load.

It wasn't until you pulled away from his length and were gawking at him eyes wide like a Hoothoot's did Ingo realized what he had said, "Oh!... really now, you love me?~" you purred as Ingo started stammering cheeks aflame. "I-I...uh." You giggled as you unbuttoned your shirt before climbing onto his lap and started teasing him about it.

"S-shut-up" he hissed annoyed as you slowly pushed your panties aside and impaled yourself on him causing Ingo to bite back a moan. "Why, I thought you loved me?~" you purred rolling you hips to tease him; it wasn't often you got Ingo so frazzled so you were savoring the moment, and were curious to see if you could get him to say it again... which you did again...and again.

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Emmet: He came home adrenaline still bumping in his veins from a battle high and first thing he did was drag you to the bedroom, he had you on your belly, your knuckles were white from griping the sheets tight as he took you roughly behind, suddenly your mind went blank as stars filled your vision and feeling his dick hit the G-spot, your mind was essentially jelly and whimpered out "I love you!~" with out realizing it! causing your boyfriend to freeze.

"What did you just say?" Emmet gasped which caused you to panic! You looked over your shoulder at him, as Emmet looked down at you expectantly before you nervously smiled and tried to salvage the mood. "..um you can just forg-eep!" Emmet wasn't one to let things go half-assed! Before you could blink he had flipped you on to you back your legs were over his shoulders. "Say it again..." Emmet huffed but you were one stubborn lady! and kept pretending it didn't happened.

Emmet chuckled at your stubbornness. "Oh well, I guess you don't wanna cum then, hm.~" he gave you a small slap on the butt, causing you to yelp, eventually you cracked and stammered. "i-I love you.." in a pathetic whine that was good enough for Emmet, who went all out on you! He gave you everything he was worth! and hot damn was he was worth a lot! you couldn't even walk straight the next couple days... every time Emmet saw you wince he would often apologize and tell you he loves you back.

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Bonus! Warden Ingo:  You were in the hot springs when it happen. "Hm? what was that you said?" Ingo huffed stopping mid-thrust as he stared at you expectantly, you of course clammed up which only encouraged him. "You want to cum, right? just tell me what you said." he husked in your ear while slowly thrusting into you and purposely missing your G-spot.

You whimpered in displeasure, while Ingo hissed feeling your warm walls clamping down on him... he was gonna ruin you! all you had to do was tell him that you loved him!

Eventually you cracked when you felt his finger slip in and started teasing your clit, Ingo went all out on you stars filled your vision, and you were sure half of Hisui could hear you screaming the warden's name by the time he was done with you. 

You were rightly fucked and a little sore, but well taken care of, Ingo was rather proud of himself and treated you like a piece of fine china until you could walk in a straight line again.

[toorusluvr]

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ADRENALINE: KAGEYAMA TOBIO.

characters: kageyama tobio x f!reader

cw:  angry sex + unprotected + vaginal penetration + hair pulling/grabbing + slight degradation + missionary + kageyama blowing your back out uh + oral (f! receiving) + c*wgirl position um.

wc: 3.1k

crossposted on my ao3 🤍

The sound of the buzzer surprised you when you snapped out of your thoughts and came back to reality. The match had just ended with Sao Paolo 4 - Ali Roma 3. You watched your boyfriend's team shaking hands with their opponents. The look that was plastered across your boyfriend's face, the infamous Kageyama Tobio, was evident, at least to you, that he was frustrated over their loss.

His face was red, and his body ran hot. Kageyama stepped out of the court and gulped down his mineral water. The plastic bottle was scrunched up by his massive hands before being thrown in the garbage bin near the bench. He sat on the bench while their coach gave them some honest feedback from the match. Kageyama tried to calm himself down, but he just couldn't. It's an important match, and sadly, they lost.

You knew when he's mad, you wouldn't even dare to go and comfort him because he told you before that he dislikes being comforted when he's angry. He's afraid of hurting you with the words he didn't mean to say. What you did was, went straight to your shared apartment and prepared a comforting dinner for him. He must have been starving after running around the court all day.

The door clicked open from the outside, and you immediately woke up from your quick nap. You have fallen asleep on the couch after cooking for Kageyama. His eyes landed on you, who was rubbing your eyes. "You're home", he heard you said with a groggy voice. Kageyama looked at you with an annoyed expression. It was obvious. Somehow you got scared by how angry he looks sometimes.

"Tobio", you breathed out when he threw himself onto you. He pushed your back all the way against the couch. His thighs were residing on either side of your body, caging your body with his muscular built. Kageyama's hand touched your face lovingly before lifting your chin in a forced manner.

"Look at me, baby," he said. You did not dare to make any eye contact with him. Perhaps, you were scared. He would be scared if he were in your shoes too. Kageyama lightly slapped your face, "I said, look at me, slut."

You hesitantly looked at your boyfriend in the eyes. He flashed you a cocky smirk when you finally looked at him in the eyes. Your heart was about to jump out of your chest when you locked eyes with Kageyama. His presence was like a different person.

"I want you all to myself tonight. Understood? I don't care if you're tired or anything. Just take it all like a good fucktoy you've always been, alright? Hm, baby?" he needed to lash out his frustration on someone, and you're his little cocksleeve. You need to oblige him nevertheless.

You mustered your courage to nod your head. At last, you nodded your head slowly. Obliging your boyfriend's request to please him. Your throat felt dry, and it hurt when you know what is about happen. It's not like you disapprove of it, but angry sex with Kageyama will always leave your legs bruising the following day. Has it always been a good time? Yes.

Kageyama's lips hungrily kissed yours. His hands could not stay still to his sides, always needing to touch you on any parts of your precious body. His fingers reaching for the buttons of your pyjamas as he sucked on your sensitive skin. A soft moan escaped your lips when he nibbled on the same spot over and over again.

He threw your pyjamas top aside. Only leaving your upper body naked without a single thread. The cold air made your nipples turned perkier than your boyfriend's doing. What more when Kageyama twirled his fingers around them teasingly. The back of your head hitting the soft cushion of the couch as you tried to breathe normally. Heavy breaths started to fill the silent living room when your boyfriend continued licking and sucking on your sensitive nipples.

Kageyama held you by the waist as he latched his lips on your nipples, taking one of your nipples in his hungry mouth. His warm tongue twirling around your nipple as his free hand fondling your other breast — massaging them with a firm squeeze. Soft whimpers coming from you sounded so fucking beautiful in his ears. Writhing and begging him to give you more and more.

"Tobio," you breathed shakily when he left a trail of wet kisses along your lower body before tugging on the waistband of the bottom of your pyjama. His hands removed your bottom off of your legs quickly. You shut your eyes closed as you felt his hands rubbing on your bare thighs. You could feel every inch of his fingers against your skin.

Kageyama's eyes landed on the wet spot forming on the material of your panties. "Always so needy for me, aren't you?" he clicked his tongue. His fingers rubbing your clothed cunt for more friction. A soft whimper elicited from your mouth as he rubbed your core teasingly. Kageyama got impatient and slid off your drenched underwear and tossed it aside.

You are now naked, body on display for him. His gaze was filled with lust and anger. Kageyama harshly laid you on the couch. His massive hands spreading your legs apart so he could have a better view of your wet cunt. Your pussy glistening with arousal slick, and you looked cute trying to cover yourself.

He kissed your inner thighs before his lips sucking on your skin to leave hickeys. It's like a work of art, and Kageyama has always been proud of the marks he leaves on you. It feels like he owns you as his property. No one else gets to have you except him. He's not obsessive. He just likes to claim what is his. And your pussy? It was never yours. It's his.

You felt his minty breath fanning over your core. A shiver ran down your spine when you felt his warm tongue lay on the entrance of your core. The tip of his tongue gliding up and down your drenched pussy. Your eyes rolled back as you felt your orgasm building up. "T-tobio," you whimpered once you felt he got too close to your clit. Your fingers in his soft black hair tugging on it lightly to hold yourself back.

Kageyama chuckled when he watched you throwing your head back. "Fuck, baby. You look so pretty moaning my name like this. Moan, my name louder, baby," he said breathily. The tip of his tongue circling on your clit before sucking on it gently.

You watched Kageyama savouring your taste, his tongue lolling while sucking your pussy as he eyed you from below. It's such a pleasant view. "Oh- god", you let out a loud moan as you felt the tight knot in your lower core crashing. "T-tobio, please. Please make me cum" you pleaded. Your grip on his hair loosened as you tried to grind your pussy against his face. "Please, please, please", you writhed.

Kageyama watched your chest rose up and down, indicating your orgasm was near. He would never let you come on the first try. He moved his face away from your pussy, and he harshly took your chin in his hand. "Turn around for me, slut. I am far from being done with you," he gritted through his teeth. You obeyed his order and turned around to get on all fours for him.

He gave your ass a powerful spank that left a red handprint on your ass cheek. You winced in pain as your body jolted forward due to the powerful impact. Kageyama used two of his fingers to collect your wet juices. The squelch noise made you wanted to hide your face in embarrassment. He collected your wet juices on his fingers before inserting them down your throat. "Suck your juice, baby. Taste how fucking good you are."

You sucked on his slender fingers until they are clean. Kageyama scoffed before he rubbed on your clit in a circular motion. Your body wriggled even though his strong hands kept you to stay still. He got annoyed at how you couldn't stay still for him, and you earned another spank from him. "Can't you fucking stay still for once?" he jeered.

"I can't", you replied while struggling to catch another breath. "Feels too g-good", you whimpered as your hands clutching on the couch.

Kageyama turned your whole body over without even letting you come. You felt empty when he removed his fingers from your aching cunt. "N-no," you murmured under your breath. Not a second after, Kageyama hovered on top of you. He grabbed you by the waist and carried you to your shared bedroom without saying anything.

The door to your bedroom was pushed from outside by Kageyama. He then threw you on the bed. You felt the bed dipped with his weight when he hovered on top of you while taking off the white tee he was wearing. He extended his arms on either side of your body and inched his face closer to yours. His eyes scanning your naked body being displayed underneath him.

You could feel your face turning warmer as adrenaline coursed through your veins. Your eyes trailing your boyfriend's movements in silence. Kageyama then rubbed his palms against the inner of your thighs once again. His fingers collecting your dripping wet juices before licking them clean off of his slender fingers. You shut your eyes closed as your fingers clutching onto the bedsheet.

Kageyama spread your legs wider so he could bury his face in between your legs. He glanced over you from below and saw how you were whimpering quietly made him wanted to give you more than you deserved tonight. The tip of his tongue rolling on your slick folds. He felt your body moved, but he held your thighs wide open to prevent you from moving. Kageyama sucked on your juices, alternately licking your folds and using his fingers to pleasure you.

When you felt his thumb reaching for your clit and started to rub slow circles on it, you let out another sinful moan. Your back arched lewdly against the soft mattress. Your knuckles had turned white from clutching onto the bedsheet. "Tobio," you mumbled quietly. Drools forming on the corner of your lips, and your mouth felt dry. "Please", you begged.

"Please what, baby? Say your words" he made a snarky remark.

"Please fuck me already," you spat out in frustration. You then realised what you said may have sounded differently to Kageyama. You heard he clicked his tongue before he flipped your body over. Your face now buried in the soft mattress below you. Kageyama pulled your legs towards him. He gave your naked ass a harsh slap before pulling your hair. He leaned closer to your ears, "Then beg."

You shut your eyes closed as your breath hitched. "Please, Tobio. I want your cock inside me," you pleaded. Your hair was still pulled by his hand. He let go of your hair. Kageyama placed his hand on your waist. And with a sharp thrust, he slid his cock inside of your pussy. You gasped when you felt the stretch burnt. Kageyama's breath became staggered when he felt your tight walls clamped around his throbbing cock.

"Fuck," he cursed under his breath when your pussy swallowed his cock all the way to the shaft. "Your pussy is taking my cock well," he snickered. He gave your cheek another powerful smack before he thrust into you harshly. His hips slammed onto yours. The grips on your waists were hurting you a little. But the pain did not matter at the moment as you wanted to cum on your boyfriend's cock so badly.

You let out a deep moan with your head being buried in the bedsheet. Kageyama pinned your head down as he relentlessly fucking your pussy. He slightly threw his head back when he felt so close to coming inside you. He had to hold himself back from coming too fast. Kageyama grunted softly as he pulled your hair back. He pulled your chin closer to give you open-mouthed kisses, while his hand grabbing your hair. Your tongues twirled around each other as both of you moaned into each other's mouths.

He broke the kiss and pinned your head down on the mattress again—both of his hands grabbing on your waists as his hips slamming onto yours harder than before. You felt the familiar coil forming in your stomach. "Tobio," your pleas were muffled against the bedsheet. Kageyama then brought pulled your hair again and made you faced the headboard while he's rearranging your guts.

Moans and pleas came out of your pretty little mouth. Drools in the corner of your lips as your jaw was left wide open the entire time. You sniffled back your tears, "Please, please, I'm coming, Tobio!"

Kageyama let out a deep groan as he felt your walls clenched around his cock. The tip of his cock hitting your cervix — your orgasm approaching closer as he continued fucking your sloppy pussy. He heard you let out a shriek as he gave the final thrust before your orgasm washed all over you. Your face planted on the mattress as you tried to regain your breath. Kageyama then came right after you — spilling his cum inside of you.

He collapsed beside you. Kageyama brought your body closer to his and gave you kisses on your forehead. There was a comfortable silence in your shared bedroom for a moment. "I know you can do it for me once again. Come on, baby," he said.

You got on top of him and locked eyes with him for a second. Kageyama then bucked his hips for you to slide his cock inside of your dripping pussy. Your mouth slightly parted when his cock stretching your walls once again. He let out a soft groan when your pussy swallowed him as a whole. His hands on your waist, carefully guiding you to ride his cock.

Kageyama eyed your beautiful face — your hair sticking on your forehead because of the sweats. Your pelvis moving on its own even though you were struggling to take his cock. Your boyfriend let out a chuckle when he saw you struggling. "Cute," he murmured under his breath. "A pathetic whore," he slipped out. You then got on your feet while crouching on top of him.

He watched your tits bouncing as you rode his cock. Your hands on his toned chest while riding his cock. When you felt the familiar knot forming in your lower core, you let out another moan as you threw your head back. The pleasure was different tonight. Kageyama removed the strands of hair that fell on your face. He groaned softly when he felt his cock twitched inside of you. Both of you were so near to coming for the second time tonight.

"Mmm, I'm coming" you bit your lower lip. Your pace became quicker while chasing your orgasm eagerly. "H-ahh... Tobio," you moaned your boyfriend's name for the nth times. Kageyama rolled his index and thumb around your perky nipples. You felt another tear dropped on your face while your high approaching faster. Whimpers and soft grunts filling your shared bedroom.

"Come for me, baby," Kageyama let out a deep groan. He threw his head back against the mattress when he felt so close. You nodded eagerly — your finger playing with your clit to stimulate your orgasm faster. Both of your legs were trembling, and when your orgasm crashed, you let out a deep moan before collapsing onto your boyfriend's body.

You felt cum dripping on your thighs. Laying on top of Kageyama, you breathed heavily to gain your composure back again. He caressed your head with so much care. "Do you want to do it again?" you heard him asked. You groaned slightly before facing him.

"What? Didn't I tell you I won't stop even if you are tired?" he raised his eyebrows at you.

Ah, of course, he remembers that. "Fine," he heard you said. Kageyama smirked before he got you off of him.

This time, he fucked you in missionary. Kageyama pulled your body closer to his while his right hand squeezing your throat. With a shaky breath, he glanced over to where his cock was drilling in and out of your sensitive pussy. The clear white string coating his cock and your pussy, eventually making a mess on the clean bedsheet.

Your hips bucked as you were struggling to keep your eyes open to look at your ethereal boyfriend. "Fuck, Tobio. It-it's too much," you mewled.

Kageyama could feel the strong grips from you. His hips slamming onto yours harder as he felt so close to coming once again tonight. The stretchy feels of your walls kept drawing him in — clouding his mind from any rational thoughts. He just wanted to fill your cunt full with his seeds.

The soft sound of your cries echoed together with the sound of his balls smacking your ass in your silent bedroom. You clawed on his toned biceps as you rolled your eyes back. "Tobio, right there!" you choked.

Your boyfriend let out a pleased hum. His left hand playing with your sensitive nipples before latching his lips on it. He gently nipped on your nipples and sucking on them with soft grunts coming out of his mouth.

Your chest rose heavier, and your moans became broken when you felt your climax approaching. "Please, Tobio," you cried.

Kageyama picked up his pace before folding your legs in half. His cock buried deeper in your pussy — the tip of his cock hitting your g-spot over and over again. He heard you mumbled incoherently while begging to come with his permission.

He thrust harder into you when you let out a sudden scream. "Fuck," you sniffled. Your mind was clouded with lust as you tried to recall what happened after coming down from your high.

Kageyama let out a deep groan when he painted your insides again. His cum trickling down your thighs before he pulled out his cock. "Hm, that was amazing," he planted a soft kiss on your lips.

You smiled when Kageyama peppered your face with soft kisses. "No, I'm not done yet," you heard him said.

How many times did you come tonight? You have lost count. The next thing you knew was, you had to get a day off from work the next day. You were limping for the entire day. Kageyama still took care of you, though.

[imaslutforremusandsirius]

Subspace

Request: can you do one where all the marauders blindfold reader and tie reader up? then bring out paint and paint down readers skin and have ice cube temperature play? and they do so much reader ends up in subspace and they all have to bring them back? 

3 hot kings taking care of us? Yes please🥴

Warning: 18+

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„Hi baby“ Remus said as you walked through the door to their dorm.

„Hi“ you chirped back, giving him a quick kiss. You glanced around „Where are James and Siri?“

Remus pulled you on his lap. „Remember when we said that we wanted to try something?“

You nodded and played with his fingers.

„Look at me baby, please. It‘s rude to turn away.“

„Sorry“ you blushed and looked at him again. He gave you a soft smile, playing with the hem of your skirt.

„The boys are out buying what we need. They should be back in a few seconds. Is there anything you want to know?“

You shook your head and leaned forward to kiss him gently. „I trust you.“

The door was pushed open and James threw the bag on his bed. „Baby!“ he shouted, picking you up to give you a deep kiss. You were laughing, barley able to kiss back as he spun you around.

„Oi you never kiss me like that!“ Sirius teased, turning your head to kiss you as well.

„Her lips are soft as hell Pads, can‘t say the same about your chapped ass.“

Sirius let out an offended gasp and smacked James‘ head. „Careful“ he warned „or I‘ll hide your glasses again.“

James set you down and suddenly all the attention was on you. You swallowed nervously and shifted your weight from one foot to another.

Remus took the wheel and pulled you towards him, fingers opening the buttons of your blouse. You shrugged it off and felt Sirius‘ fingers on your back, opening the clasp of your bra. His lips pressed featherlight kisses on your neck, hands cupping your tits. Remus had already rid you of the rest of your clothes and took your hand to guide you to James‘ bed.

Remus pushed you down and James straddled your belly, pulling your hands to the bedpost and tying them there. He kissed you as he put a silk blindfold over your eyes, and you gasped when his kisses trailed lower. He stopped at your lower belly, moving away.

„Puppy“ Sirius said „don‘t speak unless spoken to, do you understand?“

„Yes, Sirius.“

Now you had to rely on your other senses to know what they‘re doing. You heard the rustling of a paper bag as they took something out. They weren‘t talking on purpose and you kept yourself still, wanting to be their good little girl.

You felt something soft brush against your throat, down towards your sternum. It left a warm sensation in its wake and you shuddered, goosebumps rising on your skin at the soft touches. You suddenly understood what the item was when you felt it brush over your nipples, the bristles teasing your tits. A soft gasp escaped you as the bodypaint yet again warmed your skin considerably and you felt another brush on the inside of your thighs. You knew that it was Sirius when you felt his rings brush your cunt teasingly and you moaned, spreading your legs.

Sirius couldn‘t help but press a kiss on the flesh of your inner thighs, before painting over the area. Your body felt warm all over as the paint seeped into your skin and left a pleasant tingling sensation.

„Feel it baby“ James whispered in your ear and you tilted your head towards him.

„Yes James, feels so good“ you whined softly, not wanting to disturb your other doms.

„Where does it feel good baby?“ James asked, kissing your cheeks.

You moaned when the brush went a little harsher over your nipples and gasped. „My tits James!“

Another harsh stroke of the brush against your clit made you moan loudly. „And my pussy!“

James cooed softly, silencing you with his kiss and you felt something cold press on your hot nipples. The contact made you jump and you arched your back to chase the feeling.

„Ah James!“

The boy bit your lip in warning and you let him kiss you again, grateful that he made the rules a little easier. The freezing ice cube melted quickly and James replaced it with another, tracing your other nipple.

A hot mouth enclosed over the now cold area and you cried out, the pleasure leading straight to your soaked cunt. Sirius was still busy painting around your pussy, not touching you where you wanted him the most. This only left Remus and the dom tormented your tits, pinching and pulling at your skin, sucking them raw. The warm paint and cold cubes made you cry out in pleasure, an orgasm already building up from that alone and you begged them to let you cum.

„Think she deserves it?“ Remus asked, biting your nipple harshly. James made an amused sound, trailing the cube lower down your body until it melted on your pubic bone.

„Let her cum Moony, she‘s been good.“ Sirius cooed against your belly as he left hot kisses against the cool skin. You shuddered, when he licked at your sides.

„Alright then pup“ Remus gave you permission „you may cum when ready.“

With that he went back to sucking at your nipples and James trailed the cube lower, smearing it across your clit. You cried out, mind hazy as you tried to adjust to the constant temperature change. Suddenly Sirius‘ hot mouth was at your cunt, pushing into your hole and James spread your cunt to rub the cube directly over your clit.

„Ooh fuck please more!“

Your voice sounded so sweet when you begged which is why the boys didn‘t remind you of the no speaking rule. James rubbed you faster and Sirius pushed two fingers inside, curling them against your spot.

You shrieked with the pleasure, hands tugging at your ropes and threw your head back. You legs shook as Remus spread them wider, pushing them against your chest.

„Gonna cum baby? Huh? Stop whining and use your words!“

„Yes!“ you sobbed, writhing on the bed „Yes Remus! Please!“

Sirius fingers pushed in deeper and James mouth sucked your clit, the warmth of his tongue and the coldness of the cube made you cum hard, squirting as you did.

James moaned loudly at that, mouth replacing Sirius‘ fingers in your cunt and he lapped you up, not caring about your trashing body.

„To much!“ you wailed „Ah gonna cum again plea-“

You came a second time as Remus played with your nipples again, James‘ mouth still on your cunt, licking and slurping while he groaned at your taste.

Sirius was kissing all over your throat, biting your lips raw and bloody.

„Good girl“ he crooned „there we go..“

Sirius took off the blindfold and you kelt your eyes closed as your body still shook with your release. James kissed at your inner thighs and Remus was taking off your restrains, massaging your wrists gently.

„Siri“ you giggled „was I good?“

Sirius smiled at you. „Of course my love, always the best!“

You threw your arms around him and pushed him back to straddle his lap. You pouted as you eyes glazed over with tears.

„Why didn‘t you give me your cum?“ Remus stroked your hair as James cooed at you.

„This was about you baby“ James said softly.

„But I wanna make you feel good“ you cried out, kissing them one after another. „Please gimme your cum! Please? I‘ve been so good!“

„No pup“ Remus said sternly, yet a gentle tone in his voice. „Come back for us hm? Miss our little girl.“

You whined as you begged more, tears streaming down already. „Please, please, please I wanna be good!“

You didn‘t understand why they wouldn‘t let you touch them. You just wanted to be good!

James picked you up and moved to the bathroom, warm water filling the tub with the flick of his wrist. He gently placed you inside and got in behind you, pulling you to his chest.

„Jamie“ you said softly „Was I good?“

James kissed your forehead, cuddling you close and confirmed. „Yes baby, our good little girl. Always.“

After washing and drying you James carried you back to the bedroom, everything cleaned and put away by the other doms.

„Lets take my bed, c‘mon“ Remus said, pulling back the covers to let James place you in the middle.

Sirius spooned you from behind as your head rested in the crook of James‘ neck. Remus was between your legs, head resting on your chest.

„Guys“ you said quietly after an hour „Thank you.“ The boys pressed a kiss on the skin they had access to and you fell asleep soundly.

[rezzyromance]

Cute mini fic idea☺️

You know those love heart sweets with the messages on? Y/n gets her hands on some from the Duke.

Y/n leaves some on Heisenberg’s work bench to share with random messages she pays no mind to.

These are the messages on each one

Kiss me

I’m yours

I love you

Email me (the himbo doesn’t understand because why email when y/n is right there??)

Heisenberg finds them + gets confused thinking y/n is trying to tell him something.

After some mental gymnastics and back + forth he bites the bullet + kisses y/n.

Imagine how confused y/n would be but rolls with it because she wants him too? Especially when he mentions the email one 🤣🤣

This is so creative thank you!

The Duke never failed to disappoint when it came to new items you've never seen before. Whether it's a new collectable that you have no clue how he got his hands on, or a fun foreign snack, he always had so many surprises. During your visit today, you were simply picking up some stuff for Karl. Of course, the Duke had everything he was looking for. But, he made a new offer as well.

"(Y/N), I have something you may be interested in.", he said. "Oh? And what would that be?", your curiosity got the best of you. "I've acquired these little candy hearts. They're meant to be a sweet treat you share with a loved one or someone you care about. I'm not sure who I work with that would like this other than you. Perhaps you could put them to good use." He handed you a box of little heart candies and you put them in your pocket before saying your goodbyes. You would've discussed them more, but Karl was eager about some new supplies that he wanted you to pick up so you didn't want to waste any time.

On the walk home, you opened the box and took one of the candies out. You only observed it a little before trying it. It wasn't overwhelmingly sweet and the texture was soft but chalky. You knew he'd probably like them.

You make it back to the factory and quickly make it to Karl's office where he was hunched over at his desk, busy at work. "I got your stuff. How's the work going?" You place his supplies near his desk and wait for his answer. "Well, it's work. It's not gonna get itself done." He said bluntly. "Well, sounds like it's going well." You put your hand in your pocket and grab one of the heart candies, quickly pulling it out and placing it on his desk before leaving the room. He looks over at the candy, confused of what it was. He took the small item in his hand and scanned each side of it. One side was blank while the other said "Kiss me". "What's this?" He tried to be a little loud so you could hear from outside of the room by now. "Just a little treat." With curiosity, he put the candy in his mouth and continued working as the pleasant taste filled his mouth. The taste didn't last long, but the words did. "Does she want me to kiss her? I mean the message was pretty straight forward." He thought.

A few hours passed and you were bored. Since there's not much to do around the factory, you sometimes take up small chores to help out Karl. You walk back into his office with a broom and begin to sweep the floors. They weren't particularly dirty, but it gave you something to do. Many of the candies still sat in your pocket. As you swept around the room, you quietly placed another candy on his desk. Without a word, you pick up all the swept up dust and other junk from the floor and left the room. When you're gone, he takes a look at the new candy. "I'm yours." It read. A smile grew on his face. "Hm.... guess she knows what she wants."

A few more hours pass and now he's in a different room. His workshop room. He was trying to design a new, elaborate weapon to attach to some new experiments. You peek inside for only a bit, cautiously avoiding the weapon that was being built. "You're doing great." You say as you place another candy on a table beside him. You left without another word. Normally, you wouldn't be checking on him so many times a day. But, you liked the idea of congratulating him on his hard work. After all, he does put so much of his energy into his work.

He became eager to read each new message. He quickly checks the words on this candy. "Call me." "Call me? But I'm right here. " He says, but you've already left the room. "She must be playing hard to get." He stopped working on the intense weapon in front of him and began to think. He was feeling so many new things that confused him, but he wasn't against it.

He was finally done with his work for the day. With a lot of confusing and new thoughts on his mind, he walked out of his workshop. You weren't too far away and you could hear the door opening and closing. You make your way over to where you heard the noise so you could give him another treat. When he saw you walking towards him, he froze. It was a feeling he had never felt before in his life. He felt nervous and was worried that if he were to speak, it would come out all stuttered and weird. "Hey! Done for the day?" You ask and hand him another candy from your pocket. He held it and stared at it for a bit which confused you. Why wasn't he just eating it? You glanced at the candy and noticed something you had been oblivious to before. There was writing on it, but you were unable to read it from where you stood. But, he could read it. He could read the words very clearly. "I love you."

He swallowed anxiously and looked at you for a second. "Are you alright?" You ask. Suddenly, after taking a deep breath to prepare himself, he brings his body even closer to yours. He places his hand on the back of your neck and pulls your face closer to his as he leans into a sudden kiss. You nearly gasp against his lips at first, but loosen up under his touch. It wasn't expected and it was confusing, but you didn't mind it. You even placed your hands on his chest for support, worried you may melt into the kiss so much that you'd fall over. He pulls away and looks into your eyes, unsure of everything at that moment. It scared him to feel so unsure about something. But, the smile on your face and glimmer in your eyes helped ease his stress.

"What was that for?" You ask softly, still resting your hands on his chest. "Well, you did tell me earlier to kiss you." His words caused you to tilt your head in confusion. "What?" "The candies. The ones you've been giving me all day. They said stuff like 'kiss me' and 'I'm yours'" He held out the most recent uneaten candy for you to see. Low and behold, the words "I love you" were printed on it. "One of them even said 'call me' which I thought was particularly strange considering we're never too far apart." You had no idea what to say. Your face grew hot and red with embarassment. He realized what had happened. "You had no idea they said anything, did you?" He too felt incredibly embarrassed now. You began to laugh at the comically bizarre situation. He didn't know whether to be mad or laugh along with you. "I had no clue they said anything!" You pressed your forehead to his chest as you continued to laugh.

His confusion from earlier only grew stronger. "So, you weren't secretly hinting at your love for me?" He felt like a fool for thinking anyone could feel that way about him, especially you. "No, but I'm glad I was even if I didn't notice it." "What? But, I'm sure you didn't actually want me to kiss you, right?" You broke the eye contact with him by looking at the floor in attempts to hide your newfound bashfulness. "Well, I don't mind. I mean.. I didn't mind it..." The room was quiet which only made you more nervous. "I really liked it actually. I really... like you." You felt his thumb rub your chin as he held it gently. Your breath hitches at the touch as he slowly cranes your head up so you can see his face once again. His classic grin had paved its way back onto his face. You smile and pull him into a kiss once again. This time you both melted a little as this one helped ease the tension. You pull away and giggle at the bizarre situation.

"Call me?" "I'd love to."

[salemwritesxx]

the scent of love-making

↳ bottom tanjiro x top reader

summary: Tanjiro fully gives himself to you.

w.count: 2k

content warning: fluffy smut, first time

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“Tanjiro…”, the sweet sound of your raspy voice calling his name was still ringing in his ears, the intense smell of love, adoration but also pure lust clouded his mind.

“Y-Y/n… Mh!”, squeezing his scarlet eyes shut, tears were slowly dripping over his cheeks and his head tilted to the side as your teeth were nipping on his skin, making him shiver. “Y/n…”, another breathless whisper escaped his lips. And yet, as he reached out his hand to hold onto your warm, naked body, Tanjiro shied away in the last second, for the first time being insecure about how his calloused, scarred hands could disgust you.

“Ahh-“, throwing his head back with a quiet, lust-filled moan the moment you moved on top of him, feeling like his whole body was on fire. “Hah! Y-Y/n-“, Kamado choked out a startled gasp of your name the moment you reached out to touch his hand while simultaneously moving your hips to slip in deeper.

“N-No… Y/n…”, he whined.

“Shhhh, Darling, it’s okay. Look at me.”, the soothing purr against his cheek as you kissed away the little tears made Tanjiro’s heart almost jump out of his throat; shyly, he opened his eyes once more, however seeing you above him sent another wave of pleasure through his body.

He had never been insecure and yet…and yet… “Ngh!”, he couldn’t think straight anymore when you thrusted, burying your cock inside of him eventually until he was filled completely, the plant oil dripping from his ass to his thighs making everything slippery.

“Hold on to me, Tanjiro.”, he was flying high, your whispered words, hearing the own small stuttering you tried to hide made butterflies go wild in his stomach. ´

“B-But… my hands-”

“Are beautiful, just like you.”, your words were enough to make him blush, cheeks warm and red and his eyes half closed as a near set of tears welled up.

“No...”

“Yes.”, and then, a smile appeared before you leaned down to press your full lips against his scarred hand from all the training, Tanjiro’s voice cracking in an attempt to stop you, but it was too late. His hands were gross to touch and yet, you kissed them so gently.

“Y/n!”, a blissful moan escaped his dry throat once you started moving, watching you with tears in his scarlet eyes when you softly placed his hands onto your shoulders after you had kissed the other one as well.

“Hold on, Jiro.”, he had never once witnessed you out of breath and yet, the small, almost none noticeable breathlessness as you whispered those words made him so incredibly happy, Kamado’s heart jumping in his chest.

Another sweet moan was heard once you pulled back fully, only the tip teasing his hole, before you rammed back inside, Tanjiro having to bite your shoulder in order to muffle his sounds. He was overwhelmed, couldn’t think straight, even though this was his first time, he already was flying on clouds and drifting away.

Grabbing your shoulders and burying his nails into your skin, Tanjiro didn’t know making love could feel so amazing, the way your cock was stirring up his insides, the slippery wetness from the oils making such lewd sounds. The sweetest thing, however, was the scent that got mixed together thanks to you and him, he had smelled so many things before in his life, good and bad, but this one? This was special and he loved it with all his heart. The scent of making love with you.

“Y/n…”, choking out your name, a sudden cry escaped his throat; so sudden that he was blushing furiously and stuttering something incoherent, especially when you also stopped for a moment.

“Hmh...”, you suddenly chuckled, “I found a good spot, hm?”, however you weren’t giving him the chance to answer when you pushed him more into the futon, Tanjiro merely sobbing your name when you started thrusting harder, shoving your cock inside with precision against that sweet spot you had found.

“Y/n! Y/n! Y- AHnh”, muffling his erotic moans once more, he had buried his face at your shoulder, while your strong arms held him protectively.

“Tanjiro…”, the way you groaned his name was almost too much to bear, his answer a mere sob as he held on tighter, legs tightly wrapped around your hips as he gave himself to you fully while crying your name, the insecurities from before almost washed away by the waves of lust ripping through his small yet immensely strong body.

His own cock was leaking so much, his tummy was sticky from all the precum, dick bouncing every time you rammed your own back inside. The way you were making him feel, his hypersensitive walls being overstimulated by your thrusts almost made him lose his consciousness.

“Y/n… Y/n…”, sobbing your name, Tanjiro shyly opened his eyes when he felt your hand against his cheek, wiping away the tears that had dripped down. Looking at you was almost too overwhelming, your own (e/c) eyes were watching him so intensely and yet, there was nothing but love and adoration in them.

“Mh…”, he sighed softly as your lips met his. For a moment, you calmed down, your hips only thrusting now and again, while your tongues entwined and you kissed him deeply. Lips moving against each other passionately.

Tanjiro’s head was spinning, the mixed scent of your love-making overwhelming him in a very pleasant way, the way your tongue danced with his was so hot, even though you had shared many kisses before, many of them being ardent and torrid ones, this was different, his whole body was burning with lust.

And then, without warning him, you were back to pulling out almost completely, just to ram your cock back inside, drowning his sweet cries with your kisses.

Clawing at your back, Tanjiro barely managed to stutter and choke out an, “I- I… can’t…Y/n…I- I feel like… I’m gon- explode…”, yet, when you pulled away, there was just this very handsome smirk that catapulted his heart into heaven.

“Don’t worry, Sweetheart. Hold on to me and don’t hold back, okay?”, you chuckled and gently pressed soft kisses against his swollen, red lips, Kamado completely drifting away as he nodded and breathed a mere “Okay…”

Throwing his head back with a lustful sound, he did exactly as you told him, holding on while not holding back, feeling every thrust of your hips even more intensely as before, your big, heavy body hovering above him was emitting so much warmth – you were as hot as him. Burning from within with lust and pleasure and he was so happy about it.

You felt good. He could make you feel good.

“Y/n! Y/n! I- I-“, he didn’t managed to talk further than a little bit of stammering.

“I know, my love, let it out.”, you growled, holding him even tighter, showing him that you were in the same tight spot as him, almost going crazy from feeling too much.

You were messing up his insides, his hole swallowing your cock effortlessly thanks to you preparing him so well and thoroughly, he could enjoy what you wanted to give to him. Tanjiro was scared he was going to become addicted to this.

Even though he didn’t want this magical moment to stop, it was soon unbearable to hold back any longer, the tip of his cock was bright red already and then, the only thing it took was your big hand slipping between your bodies.

“Y/N!”, gasping your name loudly, it was over the moment you touched him. You were only able to stroke him once before he was writhing and arching his back, his dick twitching as he was cumming, hole tightening around you and seeing little starts due to the overwhelming emotions rushing through him.

Sobbing your name in bliss, his head fell to the side, the last thing he saw was your in lust twisted face as you had pulled out and emptied your cock on his tummy, making everything even more sticky and wet.

“Tanjiro…Tanjiro!”, and then, he blacked out.

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“Ah-hah?!”, opening his eyes, Kamado needed a moment to realize where he was and what had happened. “Y/n?”, he mumbled your name as he slowly rose, only now seeing the mess that was left on his body, but you were nowhere to be found.

He could have probably sniffed out your position quite easily, but his nose was confused because of all the intense scents hanging in the air from your love-making, and the other reason was the heavy heart in his chest. Slowly, thoughts crept into his mind that made him insecure and question if you had ever loved him-

The sliding door suddenly opened and in instant, tears welled up in his eyes when he saw you coming in, your “Oh… you are already awake.” making him just sniffle and nod.

“Where were you?”, Tanjiro asked while wiping away the tears in the corner of his eyes, though when you stepped into the room further and closed the door again, the question was already answered as you carried a wooden washtub.

“Sorry, were you scared I left you alone, hm?”, you kneeled down beside.

“I…”, he averted his scarlet eyes, before shyly looking back and mumbling, “Maybe…”

A small smile flitted across your lips, thus you leaned in to softly kiss him and then lean your forehead against his to whisper, “Don’t worry, my love. I will never leave you alone.”, making his heart jump again as he nuzzled his head against yours.

“Now, lay down. Let me wash you.”, this time you snickered as you gently pushed him back, Tanjiro just blushing again and only mumbling an “I-I’m okay though, Y/n.” shyly.

“I know, but, as your lover, this is my duty, no?”

And to that, he didn’t know how to response because he was too occupied hiding his happy grin while you took the warm cloth and started carefully cleaning him.

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“Y/n…?”, slowly opening his eyes again, the scent of tobacco immediately filled his nose, hence he looked up.

“Hey, you are awake again?”, you reached out your hand to gently touch his forehead and then comb through his hair, Tanjiro simply smiling as he watched you sitting beside him on the futon and smoking a kiseru, both of you naked, because there was nothing to hide anymore.

“Sorry for falling asleep a second time.”, he chuckled while nuzzling his head against your gentle hand, wondering how such a gentle hand could kill demons so effortlessly and yet…he was the same.

“It’s okay, Darling. Though I was surprised to see you asleep after I was done cleaning you, I thought you*d passed out again. I was a little scared I overdid it.”

“N-No.”, he was blushing and cuddling closer, “I…I was just tired. I am not used to making love yet.”, he shyly mumbled, though before you could answer, he looked up with determination in his eyes, “But I will get used to it and then… next time, I…I want to wash you too.”

When a smile appeared on your lips, Tanjiro was also smiling, your whispered “I like that.” made his heart skip a beat. He watched as you put the kiseru away after dumping the ash into the ash container, only to sigh delightfully as you leaned down to capture his lips.

Slipping under the futon as well, you pulled him close against your broad chest, letting your lips move in synch, not rushed and enjoying the little moment of quietness fully.

“Tanjiro…”, goosebumps appeared on his arms as he listened to your raspy voice whispering his name like that. “I love you, Darling.”, you reached out to intertwine your fingers, Kamado still wincing lightly as he tried to shy away from your touch, though you grabbed him. Never roughly or forcefully, but you held on to him, making him ease into the touch as his calloused fingers intertwined with yours.

“I love you too, Y/n.”, he mumbled before looking up and smiling at you brightly, which only led to you leaning down and connecting your lips to a sweet kiss once more while you held him in a warm embrace, showing him you were never going to let go of him ever again.

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@salemwritesxx || do not repost, edit, modify or translate my works

writer’s note: first two writings have a title about scent… kinda weird but i take it lmfao 

[teenyweenynightghost]

Fortunate Disaster

Warnings: I haven't written it yet but umm, all of the warnings in the world

Request: Not quite but thank you @victoriadeangeliswifey for your lovely comment on @bimbadiethantorchio 's post.

Word Count: 2.4K

Pairing: F!Reader X Vic

Y/n had been walking around in the rain for hours on end. She was tired, sore and irritated at her circumstance. Only a few hours ago, she was happily jogging around town, enjoying the warm, pleasant weather. A sudden burst of energy had hit her, and she ended up crossing the small area of trees between her village and the next, exploring all the new terrain. Unfortunately, as soon as she crossed, a thundering storm took over the sky and the forest became a no-go.

To make her situation better, the battery of her phone had run out and she was now wandering on an empty street, seemingly leading nowhere.

Y/n walked for a while longer, until a large building started shaping into the horizon. Perhaps it must have been her delirious state, or her rain-soaked lashes, but she swore a dark presence flew around her, sending shivers all throughout her spine.

“Is anybody there?” She called out, the only answer Y/n received being her own echo and a deafening thunder.

She flinched at the sound and continued walking. She could swear that every step she took, every breath she inhaled and every shiver was closely observed by someone. She just didn’t know who.

Getting closer to the cloudy structure, she realized that it was in fact a house, but one that looked straight out of a horror movie. It was tall and painted in dark colors, small windows here and there, as a large metal fence surrounded it.

Y/n had seen creepy movies before, and she knew better than to approach such mansions, but she was desperate, cold and hungry. It’s not like she had a better choice.

Finally having reached the entrance, she scanned around for a bell only to be surprised by the door opening on it’s own. She was definitely not getting out of here.

With a deep breath, she did her best to calm down her wrecking nerves and stepped forwards.

The garden of the castle was truly mesmerising, roses and well-kept bushes everywhere, as a stone alley extended into a labyrinth of trees. She was sure this place would look like a dream during a more pleasant day, but for now, she only focused on moving forward, and hopefully getting some shelter.

She was standing in front of the large ebony door, regretting all the choices that led her to this moment. She closed her eyes and sighed in exasperation, as she grabbed the golden handle and knocked three times.

The entryway opened almost instantly, and she was met with a short, petite girl, looking at her with the most captivating, bright blue eyes.

“Hi! I’m Victoria! Please! Come in!” She introduced herself while simultaneously ushering Y/n inside.

“I’m Y/n, umm, thanks for-for letting me in.” She tried to let out, still frightened by the whole situation.

“Of course! We couldn’t let such beautiful people walk around in that terrible weather.” She chuckled, sending Y/n a smirk.

Y/n frowned slightly, before she spoke up again. “Oh, you have roommates?”

“Oh of course! Three others. But only Ethan is at home.” She smiled, handing Y/n a towel.

“Oh, um, thank you.” The shivering girl mumbled, wrapping the cloth around herself tightly.

“My pleasure! What kind of hosts would we be If we didn’t take proper care of you.” She chuckled, placing a hand on the small of Y/n’s back and leading her towards the staircase. “Come upstairs, you might want to take a warm bath.”

Well, the blonde wasn’t wrong about that. Y/n nodded and let Victoria lead her to the bathroom. As they walked down a dimly lit hallway, Y/n noticed several paintings of people from different eras, however she couldn’t help but note that it looked like four faces kept reappearing over and over again.

She brushed the thought away when Victoria opened a door for her, softly pushing her forward into the bathroom.

“Oh, thank you so much! I really don’t know what I would have done If I hadn’t ended up here.”

“Oh no problem, darling. I left some clothes on the table and you can light some candles if you wish to.” She encouraged her, closely examining her face as it lit up at her words.

Y/n had always been fascinated by candles, always wanting to smell every single scent on this earth, and see the wax melt onto paper, tables, and any other surfaces.

As If on cue, Y/n heard Victoria snap her fingers and all of them were now lit. Y/n’s breath caught in her throat as her shoulders lifted up, her eyes widening.

She turned around quickly only to catch a glimpse of Victoria’s rascally smirk, before she shut the door and Y/n was left trembling alone, in a stranger’s bathroom. Perhaps the thought had crossed her mind before, but she had dismissed it until now. There was unquestionably something inhuman about the girl. She didn’t even dare think about her roommates.

A million thoughts ran through her mind as she did her best to deal with each wave of panic. Taking a deeper breath than any before, she imagined all her worries fade away once she exhaled, and continued to blame her creative mind for the thing she’d seen.

She took off all the wet clothes that clung to her body like a newborn to his mother, and got in the hot water.

The warmth enveloped her body at once, and she let out a pleasured sigh as she relaxed further into the bathtub.

She rested there for half an hour, before a loud growl erupted from her stomach. She was starving, there was no denying it, but she was also desperate to cling to the safety she felt in the bathroom. Eventually, deciding that enough was enough, she pushed herself out and grabbed the towel once more, patting herself dry.

Glancing towards the table, she noticed that the only clothes to her disposition were a pair of fuzzy socks, a deep red silk nightgown and a fluffy sweatshirt. Y/n grabbed the clothes and slowly started dressing herself again.

Faced once again with the door, she beat herself up internally and reluctantly opened it, peeking at the hallway to see if anyone was there. Luckily for her, she was all alone. She trailed her steps back to the staircase and descended it timidly, hearing the voice of two people chattering in the living room.

“Ah, there you are!” Victoria’s husky voice filled the room once she noticed Y/n peaking around the corner. “Come here. This is Ethan, my best friend, and Chili, my dog.” She smiled while holding a fuzzy little puppy, who yapped excitedly at Y/n.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you.” Ethan’s modulated voice reached her ears, as he approached her and extended a hand. Y/n brought her own one up to shake his, but instead he brought it to his lips and left a soft kiss on her knuckles.

“The pleasure is all mine.” Y/n smiled, trying to be polite, despite having seen Ethan’s eyes glow red for a split second.

“So, puppy, do you wanna eat something?” Victoria spoke again, an evident smirk on her face as she took in Y/n’s blushed face.

“Yes! I’m starving” The girl chuckled and took a seat across from Victoria, noticing Ethan bringing her a plate of food.

They all stood in relative silence while Y/n ate, too hungry to notice that she was the only one. Having finally finished, she pushed the plate away and wiped her mouth with a napkin, looking up at the people around her.

A wave of embarrassment hit her upon noticing that she was being stared at, practically shrinking into the seat as Victoria got up with a sly grin on her face.

“The rain still hasn’t stopped, and by the looks of it, it could go for hours to come. You wouldn’t mind sleeping here, would you, puppy?” She whispered into her ear, causing Y/n to cross her legs tightly and squeeze her hands in a failed attempt to not shiver.

Victoria only chuckled at her reaction and brushed a wet strand of hair behind her ear, before pressing a soft kiss to her cheek.

“You definitely strike me as a smart girl. You must have guessed we’re not quite human, hm?” The blonde breathed into her ear once more, directing her attention to Ethan, who was biting his lip, a long, white fang pressing into the soft skin.

“Vampires…” Y/n shuddered, recoiling into Vic’s embrace.

“That’s a good girl. So, would you like the guest room or mine. Or perhaps Ethan’s”

At that, a loud laugh erupted from the man in front of us. “Right. I have a book to finish. If you need me, shout out my name.” With those final words, he picked up Chili and left the room.

A deafening silence enveloped the lounge, only broken by the rain drops smashing against the windows.

“You must be tired, princess. How about you answer that question I asked earlier.”

Y/n couldn’t believe that her brain’s instinct was to go with her. The realization that she was in a house with actual vampires perhaps did not yet settle in, because every single nerve of her body was seemingly drawn to the attractive girl who sat right behind her.

“Will you kill me?” Y/n croaked, scratching her own palm so hard she could feel an upcoming bruise forming.

“Of course not. I really hate how the media portrays us these days. We only drink the blood of animals. Humans aren’t nearly as nutritious.” She scoffed, turning Y/n around so they could be face to face.

“Drinking human blood is strictly for pleasurable reasons.” She hummed, looking at Y/n’s lips, while she rested her hands on her legs.

Y/n’s brain completely shut off. All she could focus on was the girl’s cold fingertips touching the insides of her thighs, and her lusty gaze falling right onto her lips.

“I’ll tell you one more thing, though. If you don’t answer my question, again, I’ll have to find other methods to make you speak.” She sneered against Y/n’s neck, her teeth slightly grazing the soft skin.

Y/n shuddered and closed her eyes, turning her face away and enveloping herself with her arms. “Yours.” She mumbled, her jaw being met by Victoria’s lips as soon as the words left her mouth.

Y/n gasped loudly and grabbed Vic’s shoulder, holding onto her as she kept sucking on her skin.

“Good girl.” Victoria croaked, pulling away.

She started walking down the hallway, and Y/n had no better idea than to follow the blonde. Her gaze fell upon her golden hair, illuminated by the chandeliers hung on the ceiling. Two large, golden crosses were hanging on her ears and her slim body was covered with a skimpy, black gown, extending all the way to the velvety floors.

Y/n would be lying if she said Victoria didn’t look celestial. She could stare at her for hours on end if given the chance.

The blonde finally stopped and Y/n bumped into her, lost in her own thoughts. A small chuckle escaped Vic and she turned around, pulling Y/n closer to her.

“You weren’t paying attention, were you?” She quizzed the dumbfounded girl.

“Yes I was.” Y/n responded, averting her gaze to the door in front of them.

“Of course you were…” Vic mumbled, amused, and led Y/n into the room.

It was spacious and dimly lit, a large bed occupying the center of the bedroom, and a million dressers on the sides. Right across from the bed was an even larger mirror, decorated with golden ornaments on the edges.

“Right side or left?” The blonde asked her, turning off the lights in the room.

Before Y/n could answer, she was pushed right on the middle of the bed, Vic standing right on top of her.

“I think this is the middle.” Y/n stammered, inhaling a sharp breath.

“That’s not what I was referring to.” Vic whispered against her skin, lowering her head to be right between her breasts.

Oh. Y/n’s mind was already moving with the speed of light, and perhaps at this point it had completely abandoned her. Unfortunately, Vic was waiting for her response and kept hovering over her skin, no matter how long Y/n waited.

“Right.” The girl finally spoke up, and Vic gave her a satisfied wink.

One of the blonde’s hands slipped off the gown Y/n was wearing, while the other softly cupped her breast. Once the cold air of the room hit Y/n’s bare chest, she shivered and pulled Vic down, so she would be laying on top of her.

It was the last push Vic needed before her mouth was on Y/n, circling her tongue around her nipple. With every sigh and whimper coming from the girl below her, Vic would bite softly into the silky skin, kissing the area afterwards.

“Vic- Fuck!” Y/n moaned when she felt the tip of Vic’s fang pressing into her skin, sending delicious shivers throughout her body.

The blonde continued to explore every inch of her body, pressing sloppy kisses to her skin, soft bites and licks wherever she could, while Y/n grew more and more desperate.

“Please!” She moaned out, spreading her legs, while Victoria grabbed them and held them in place.

Finally descending to her center, Victoria thrusted a finger inside the moaning girl and kept repeating her actions while her tongue circled Y/n’s clit.

“You’re so fucking wet, puppy.” The blonde whispered against her, making Y/n whimper at the vibrations, and added another finger.

It didn’t take long for Y/n to come undone, a soft bite to her thighs being the last push she needed. She came loud and forcefully, her whole body trembling with pleasure, while Victoria stared at her, her dark eyes taking in her delicate features.

“Ethan!” Y/n heard Victoria call out, before the man suddenly appeared in the room, his long hair flying around.

“You think you can take a few more rounds, puppy?” Victoria asked Y/n, caressing her cheek.

The girl did nothing but nod eagerly as her whole body was filled with excitement for what was to come. It’s safe to say, wandering into that house was very far from a bad idea.

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c// fem!reader, superhero reader, villain yeosang, lowkey enemies to fwb, top yeo, bottom reader, bodily scars + showing them to each other, mentions of violence, clubbing, drinking, dry humping, oral (f receiving), knifeplay, pain kink, choking, degradation, dirty talk, protected sex, yeo monster cock

please read the tags carefully, this may not be for everyone!

this is the longest thing i've ever written omfg. also i’m really proud of this, please don’t let it flop :’D

kang yeosang was the root of everything wrong in your life, you had decided.

he was like the annoying fly that wouldn’t stop buzzing around your ear on a hot summer’s day. no matter how many times you were certain that you had vanquished the city of the blight that was yeosang, the supervillain managed to come back unnoticed.

at this point, you were convincing yourself it was impossible to cease him from causing trouble. on shitty nights like this, you went down to the discreet nightclub, hidden away in a dark alleyway. whether you needed a good drink or a good fuck, the club was always there to provide.

“the usual?” the familiar bartender yunho asks, taking in your frustrated expression and slumped shoulders that he sees far too often. 

“yep, a slouchy susan.” you roll your eyes at the corny names yunho would come up with, your mind wandering to the silly names he must have had for the other patrons. it was always comforting to have a chat with the friendly bartender after a hard day - plus, you couldn’t deny he was absolute eye candy. 

“top it off, please.” you shift your glass back to him after downing it.

“put it on my tab, yuyu”. a familiar, deep voice comes from next to you.

you turn to see yet another unbelievably attractive man. he has blonde hair that grows just past his neck, his natural black roots starting to show through. from where you’re sitting on your rickety stool, you pick up on the hint of cologne that lingers on him. you’ve never seen him before, yet something about him seems eerily familiar, like you’ve seen him in a dream.

you shake off the feeling, instead deciding to chat him up.

“yuyu?” you giggle at his affectionate nickname for the barkeep.

“we go way back, it’s what his mother would call him when she’d drop him off to school. i guess it stuck”. the man smiles at you, visibly taking in your features and not breaking eye contact with you.

you’re taken aback by him, your heart thumping unusually fast for some reason.

“stop embarrassing me, yeo-”

the man clears his throat loudly. you must have missed something, because yunho immediately goes quiet and wordlessly hands your drinks - your “slouchy susan” and a whiskey for the man.

“so if he’s yuyu, what are you?” you ask him.

“you can call me ryusang.” he says.

“y/n”. 

the two of you lapse into easy conversation. you giggle at his lame jokes, and he does the same. you find common interests, funny anecdotes, blissfully letting the stresses of the day slip away with each word of the attractive ryusang.

soon enough, the dance floor grows crowded and the music gets louder.

“dance with me?” ryusang stands up, offering a hand. you take it gratefully, letting him drag you to the dance floor. it’s a mess of sweaty bodies, but you don’t care as you become part of it with ryusang. his hands find your hips, and you’re both falling into an easy rhythm, completely in sync with the trap music blasting from the speakers.

as expected, the space between you gradually gets smaller and smaller, until it’s practically non-existent. you’re shamelessly grinding against each other, joining the litany of couples who are completely up against each other. you pretend not to pay any mind to his noticeably growing bulge, instead deciding to tease him a bit by intentionally grinding up harder against him. this night was going right where you wanted it to.

“my place is near here.” he whispers right into your ear, making you shiver underneath him.

“then we’d better get out of here quickly, hm?” you say in response.

since you had both been drinking, you decide to take a cab to his place. the sexual tension is rife in the air. you deliberately, teasingly lay a hand on his thigh, oh so close to his crotch, his face glowing red as it clearly riles him up.

when you get up the flight of stairs up to his apartment, and he fumbles with the key for what feels like minutes, you’re all over each other. the first kiss you share is nothing but messy - all teeth and tongue, nothing but complete lust for one another. he’s gently guiding you towards his room, until your legs hit his mattress. you break the kiss, only for him to gently lay you down, straddle you, and get right back to sloppily kissing you.

he undoes the buttons of your blouse without breaking the kiss, impressively with one hand. he breaks the kiss once again to take in the sight of your newly exposed skin. his eyes engulf the expanse of scars on your skin, some older and some looking to be very much recent.

“who did this to you?” he whispers in what seems to be a mixture of awe and anger. hesitantly, he runs a finger across a thin line that spans from your lower belly to your ribcage.

“you did, yeosang.” you say, deadpan.

he pauses, his heart dropping to his stomach.  “excuse me?”

“did you think you were fooling me? seriously, why didn’t you pick a less obvious fake name?” you giggle. despite the vulnerable position you’re in, you clearly hold the upper hand, indulging in his shocked expression. you hadn't missed the bartender's obvious slip up of yeosang's name, and could never forget that deep voice of his that would always taunt you.

“you’re always screwing me over y/n. i didn’t think we’d end up like this”. he says as a smooth recovery.

you roll your eyes. “remember when you gave me this?” you tap at the scar. he shakes his head.

“two years ago. you were trying to get rid of all power in the city. i almost stopped you, so you pegged a knife right here.” 

“if i was trying to kill you, the knife would’ve stuck.” he says defensively. “you got away with a scratch, only because i wanted that.”

“well, thanks for not trying to kill me, kang yeosang. i’m flattered.” you say sarcastically. 

“well, you gave me something worse.” he strips himself of his shirt. to no surprise, his skin is similar to yours. a canvas for an array of marks and scars, most of which you recognize to be your own work.

you point to an especially long one on his collarbone. “that one was definitely me.”

“yeah, and it hurt like a bitch.” he says snarkily.

“well, now we’re both half naked.”

“nice catch.”

“well for convenience’s sake, we may as well get back to-”

his lips are on yours again, effectively shutting you up. you don’t protest - besides, it’s hard to when his tongue is in your mouth. 

what you don’t expect is the cold press of something against your throat, which then trails down to your collarbones. it isn’t pleasant, but not uncomfortable either. it’s sharp against your skin, and your curiosity gets the best of you.

yeosang begins to press open mouthed kisses against your skin, alongside what you now see is a familiar knife in his hand. you begin to feel more vulnerable underneath him, knowing he had complete power over you. yet somehow, you don’t feel afraid of the man who has your life in his hands.

he undoes your jeans, letting out a low whistle at the damp spot forming against your panties. the flat side of the blade presses against your clothed core, earning a whine for him.

"fucking touch me already". you say through gritted teeth, despising that your mortal enemy has you so needy for him.

"am i not already touching you?" he says with a shit eating smirk. fuck him, you think. but that was exactly what you wanted to do.

to your surprise, you hear the sound of fabric ripping, and a sudden cold against your core, as though-

"i liked those." you say frustratedly, finding yeosang pulling away the ripped remnants of your panties away from your core.

"you look far better without them." is all he says before licking an experimental stripe up your already wet hole, earning a breathy moan from you. you don't have it in you to be mouthy when his tongue continues to tease your labia, eventually meeting your clit in what is the most heavenly thing you've ever felt. all thoughts of how much you hate the man currently eating you out are out the window as the pad of his finger presses against your clit, his tongue messily lapping at your hole as if he was just licking for his pleasure rather than yours.

your hips subconsciously grind up in tandem with his tongue, earning small moans from him as well.

"so fucking wet. do you usually get this wet this quickly, or are you just that much of a slut for me?" he chuckles.

it takes every ounce of self control not to flick him on the forehead. the degrading name catches you off guard, yet somehow it makes your hole clench needily. besides, you want what's hidden under the confines of his black jeans far too much to be mean to him right now.

"just... just fill me up, yeosang."

"i like you like this." he says with a cocky smile. it gives you butterflies, even though you know it means nothing more than just a spur of the moment thought. "beg for me a little more, and i'll think about it."

oh, the urge to punch him in the face.

"fuck you."

"that's the plan."

you sigh in frustration. "kang yeosang, my mortal enemy, fill me up with your monster fucking cock until i can't think straight." you say sarcastically.

surprisingly, it's enough for him. it seems you weren't wrong when you said "monster cock" his cock far thicker and longer than any cock you had taken recently. or in general, for that matter.

he must notice the way you gape at it, giggling to himself.

"cond-" you start, but he cuts you off by leaning over to his bedside drawer.

he shuffles around before he finds what he's looking for, sliding on the first condom he finds and coating himself in lube for good measure.

"ready? are you okay?" he asks, lining himself up against your entrance.

you want to roll your eyes, but you know he's just looking out for you. you give him a nod, and it's all it takes for him to push, breaching your wet hole and filling you up perfectly. you can't stop the high whine that leaves your lips. it's embarrassing, but yeosang seems to enjoy it, groaning into your ear.

"you're so fucking tight. expected you to be all stretched out like the whore you are." he whispers into your ear, embarrassingly only making you clench more around him.

you barely need to adjust, needing nothing more than for him to ruin you. his hips set a steady pace, grinding oh so perfectly against you. the tip of his cock perfectly reaches that sweet spot inside you, earning a louder moan for him. you'd be embarrassed with what his neighbours must be hearing, but it's the last thing on your mind when you have such a perfect cock stretching you out.

"fuck, my perfect slut. so nice and tight around my cock, huh? it's like this pussy was made to take my cock." he growls, his thrusts only getting harder and sloppier the closer he gets to his high.

"o-only for you." you cry out, gasping as he fills you up impossibly deep, over and over again. the coil building up in your stomach only gets tighter when his fingers find your clit.

the breaking point is when his lips meet your collarbone, leaving more kisses and tiny bites here and there. the sensations all over are too much for you. you cry out when your orgasm hits you harder than ever before, leaving you breathless. your orgasm triggers his as well, indicated by the long, pleasured groan he lets out.

you can't do anything but catch your breath as he pulls out, taking off the condom, tying it up and throwing it away in the bin next to his bed.

"who knew that all it took was a good fuck to get you weak for me?" yeosang breaks the silence.

"shut up." you say weakly, still too breathless to properly argue back.

"maybe i will, if you make me."

needless to say, he keeps you up for a few more hours until you both fall asleep, the first rays of the sunrise peeking through the blinds of his window.

the next morning, you wake up groggy and exhausted, the drinks and activities from last night finally catching up to your body. to your disappointment, yeosang isn't there next to you, the other side of the bed empty.

of course, the asshole didn't have the decency to wait for you to wake up. reaching out for your phone, you find to your surprise that there's a sticky note on it.

“last night was fun, we should do it again. i've gone out to wreak havoc, so i know our paths will cross again soon anyway.” - your mortal enemy, kang yeosang <3

[wakaoujisenhime]

I’m home - Bakugou x reader

Synopsis: Day after day you return home from work to either find your apartment empty or your husband asleep. Your last joint day off is also quite a while back, so you can’t help but feel rather lonely. And as if that wasn’t enough, you read an interview where your man had to give an insight on his married life with you and the questions he had to answer weren’t as pleasant as expected ...

tags/warnings: Bakugou x reader ✅  fluff ✅  (more or less) some domestic bliss ✅  minimal angst ✅  

crossed off square: Take a day off

A/N: This has been in my WIPs for waaay too long, so I’m finally happy to have finished it. Hope you’ll enjoy it! (°◡°♡)

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“Katsuki..“

“Hm?”

“When was the last time our day-offs were on the same day?”

——

You unlocked the front door to your apartment and stepped in as you silently announced that you were home, waiting for an answer which sadly never came.

So he’s still at work, huh?

With heavy steps, you slowly moved towards your living room, fully expecting to see your husband lying utterly exhausted on the black sofa. Much to your dismay, the only thing you saw was his Ground Zero themed jacket you had surprised him with on Valentine’s day last year.

A sigh escaped your mouth as you let your eyes scan the emptiness you called home, and that’s when you noticed something peculiar peeking out of one of your trash cans. 

Upon taking a closer look at it, you realized that it was the latest issue of the monthly ‘My HERO!’ magazine, you always made sure to buy so that you could keep track of what your husband, as well as his friends, were up to.

“Katsuki, you dummy, I still haven’t read it yet, you know?” you mumbled to yourself while you took it out of the waste-paper basket and glanced at the cover picture. 

A tall and bulky man whose red shirt emphasized his toned muscles perfectly took up almost the entire space of the booklet. His long black hair was tied up in a high ponytail, and if one looked closely, it was evident that there were still some red streaks left from back in his student days where he used to maintain a completely crimson hairstyle. 

There were some of this issue’s top stories listed on the front page, so you skimmed through the short extracts.

Earphone Jack: A life between a hero and a rockstar

“With Sensei’s help”: The way someone from the general department became one of the TOP 20 heroes

ICY-HOT: How to not only follow into your father’s footsteps but completely obliterate them

“Let me show you how it’s done”: Red Riot’s guide to becoming the manliest hero of society and women’s hearts

Some of these headlines were quite funny to you, but that positive mood only lasted until you saw your husband’s name.

Exclusive interview: How is Katsuki Bakugou’s married life going?

Even though the title wasn’t anything exceptional, you couldn’t deny that it felt a bit suggestive and provocative at the same time. Curious as you were, you immediately looked up the corresponding pages and began reading through them.

The questions didn’t differ that much from other typical Q&A sessions with other prominent figures of society. Still, some tried to imply that Bakugou didn’t seem as happy as some other married pro heroes, and that implication was making you quite sad. 

At some point, this little questionnaire got quite personal, and even if your husband was trying his best to maintain at least some kind of privacy, the reporter just couldn’t take a hint and continued prying. You could’ve only imagined just how mad he must’ve been at this point, but what interested you most were his answers.

Q: So, how are the two of you managing the housework?

A: It heavily depends on who comes home first, but both of us are trying to take as much load off as possible from the other.

--

Q: Do you suspect there might be a different reason for your wife’s late returns?

A: I don’t know what you’re trying to point at, but no, I don’t. She might not be a hero like me, but she’s still a very busy woman, and there are some days on which she even comes home when I’m already asleep. 

--

Q: Aren’t there times when you wish to come home and see that everything’s been taken care of by her?

A: If I wanted a maid, then I would’ve simply hired one.

You angrily closed the magazine and stomped towards the sofa, where you plumped down and began pouting like a small child. 

Now I know why he threw it away…

Those questions were nothing but pure incitement from the reporter who tried to subtly accuse you of being unfaithful and imply that whatever you were doing was insufficient for such a great hero like him. 

Exhausted, you lay down and held onto your man’s jacket, the mix of his favorite cologne, and his scent instantly managed to calm you down a bit. You began imagining how he was kneeling in front of you, running his fingers along your hair while trying to calm your raging heart down by saying that these people knew nothing about his or your private life, and slowly but surely your eyelids grew heavy until they completely closed. 

——

“I’m home.”

After quietly announcing his return, Bakugou disrobed his coat and kicked his shoes off his feet. Upon noticing your footwear, he immediately headed for the bedroom to see if you had already gone to sleep, but much to his surprise, you weren’t there. The thought that you were still at work crossed his mind as he scratched the back of his neck, a disappointed sigh escaping his mouth.

He dragged his feet across the floor and headed for the kitchen. When his red eyes fixated that magazine he had thrown away some hours ago, the unpleasant memories returned.  

I thought I threw that garbage away.

Just as the man was about to repeat what he’d done today, a particular figure caught his attention.

(Y/N)...

Looking at your sleeping form while tightly holding onto his jacket was both calming but saddening as well. The question you asked him some days ago was still haunting his mind.

When was the last time our day-offs were on the same day?

He knew that this question wasn’t supposed to hint at something, but he couldn’t help but feel guilty. In truth, Bakugou had always requested that his day-offs were on days where you would work so that he could at least help you out even a little bit with the housework. The happy and surprised facial expressions you did when you saw just how much your boyfriend had done around the house always filled him with enormous self-satisfaction, so he figured: why not continue that way?

But now that this stupid interview had planted a small seed of doubt in his mind and after seeing you desperately clinging onto a piece of fabric that bore his smell, it made him realize that he’d lost sight of something quite more crucial than just simple relief of fewer dishes to wash.

His calloused fingers gently caressed your cheek while his red eyes focused on your slightly parted lips. He’d given everything to wake you up with a kiss on the lips, but there was no way he could cope with the guilt he would’ve felt from robbing these small but much-needed minutes of rest. Instead, he carefully picked you up like the princess you were for him, gently leaned your head on his shoulder, carried you to the big and fluffy bed the two of you had picked out together some years back. He was relieved to see that he’d been successful in not waking you up while he’d laid you down as carefully as possible.

After tucking you in like a cocoon, Bakugou shut the door behind him and pulled his mobile phone out of his jean’s pockets, frantically searching for a particular man’s number, and when he’d finally found the one he was looking for, he made no halt. He straight out called it while completely disregarding the fact that it was almost 1 AM. 

A tired and grumpy voice picked up after the fourth ting, demanding to know just what the blond needed at such an ungodly hour. 

“A favor...it’s about this week’s day-off.” 

——

The next day you woke up to someone gently poking your cheeks, and when you finally managed to squint your eyes open, the first thing that stood out to you were spiky blond hairs.

“Katsuki..?” you asked in a silent voice, still unsure whether he was truly standing before you or not.

Said man changed his tactic and softly moved some of your hair from your eyes as he answered: “Yeah, it’s me. Now stop dawdling and get up or you’ll be late for work.”

Just as he was about to make some space for you to get out of bed, you wrapped your arms around his waist, which almost made the both of you fall over...almost.

“You little...what do you think you’re doing, huh?”

A muffled giggle was your answer to his rhetorical question, and no matter how hard he tried to get you off of him, you refused to let go, so for better or worse, he had to return your embrace and stay that way until you were satisfied.

After that short but wholesome cuddle session with your husband, you finally started doing as told and prepared for the upcoming workday.

“Alright then...I’ll be leaving,” you announced half loud, conscious of being a possible disturbance for your still sleeping neighbors while looking back at the already dressed up man behind you. Bakugou was standing there, and after seeing the desolate expression on your face, he immediately spread his arms, initiating the embrace you were so desperately looking for. While his arms rested on your back, rubbing it ever so gently you took his scent in, kissing his neck ever so gently, and wished him a good day.

——

“I’m home.”

You took a look around your dark apartment smiling sadly at the fact that your husband hadn’t come back yet, so you did what you always do on lonely evenings such as these: prepare some dinner, run a bath, surround yourself with soft blankets and watch your favorite shows and movies until you eventually drift off to sleep. The last thing you did before sleep caught up to you was check your phone’s calendar and check whether your partner’s day off matched yours and it sadly didn’t.

Alone tomorrow as well, huh…?

You had fallen asleep on such a sad and rather negative thought that it had killed your entire motivation for the following day. The moment you opened your eyes you immediately wanted to fall asleep yet again, so you turned yourself and were now facing your lover’s bed part. Suddenly something rather peculiar caught your eye. His bedside was way messier than when you slept alone, which could only mean that he had come home at some point and that’s when you heard a silent thud coming from beyond your room. 

Could it be..?

You slowly got up and when you opened the bedroom door you were greeted by a rather funny sight. Bakugou was holding onto the kitchen counter with one of his hands and with the other he held his foot and was swearing silently something about how the ‘shitty counter’ had been in his way. He at first didn’t notice your presence but the moment you giggled softly his red eyes darted back to where you were standing.

“S-Shit…! Sorry babe, I didn’t mean to wake you!” he apologized in a silent voice. Instead of answering you simply jogged up to him and wrapped your arms tightly around his neck. This gesture was all he needed and his former anger was instantly blown away. 

His strong arms glide along your back while his lips plant multiple gentle kisses on your temple. This gentle way of treating you wasn't something so uncommon and every time he did it it made you incredibly happy.

While you cuddled a sudden question crossed your mind that you couldn’t help but ask.

“Say Katsuki...it’s not like I’m ungrateful for you being here, but...isn’t your day off tomorrow?”

You expected him to get grumpy or insulted, but his reaction was quite the opposite of what you braved yourself for. The grin that appeared on his face was one full of pride and satisfaction, it was as if he had waited for that question. 

“Well, what a coincidence of you to ask! Best Jeanist called me yesterday and said that he has to reschedule my free day for today, so I figured that I’d surprise you with some pancakes and grace you with my presence!”

His arrogant way of proclaiming this was a rather exaggerated attempt to hide the fact that he was actually the one who called up his superior at 1 AM in the morning, requesting the switch in days. 

Normally such a sudden change wouldn’t be possible, but Best Jeanist had a hunch that his sidekick’s decision was most likely because of that interview he had a few days. The pro hero still remembered the way the blond had stormed into his office, screaming something about the audacity of the interviewer, about how these extras were lucky he held back, and how he’d make sure to ‘accidentally’ blow up their main building the next time he fought a villain. Considering his outburst, the older one figured that the questions must’ve been entirely different than anticipated so he decided to wait for the magazine’s next issue to release so that he could have a look as well. 

You simply smiled to yourself and pressed your cheek on Bakugou’s trained chest, while the soft and pleasant smell of pancakes and sandalwood reached your nose. The two of you stayed like that for a couple of minutes until your husband gently pet your back, a subtle signal to signalize that it was time for the two of you to let go. With his warm hand still on your back he softly navigated you to one of the chairs he’d placed around your kitchen island and waited until you sat down so that he could serve you his fluffy creations.

“Et voilà! Katsuki’s extra fluffy and freshly prepared pancakes...hope you’ll enjoy them” he announced in a warm tone and kissed your cheek. 

Looking at these soft goddesses you couldn’t help but lick your lips in anticipation, but you decided to wait for your beloved to join you so that you could dig in at the same time. It took a short while to persuade the blond who insisted that you start without him so that he could enjoy your blissful expression, but he yielded in the end.

His red eyes studied your positive reaction to the warm breakfast he’d prepared and a loving smile adorned his lips as he listened to the countless positive comments you uttered in regards to it.

Good thing I managed to escape her grasp this morning, ‘cause this expression is so worth it.

While you happily ate one bite after the other, Bakugou recalled today’s morning and how you had subconsciously wrapped your arms around his body and were cuddling up to him. The temptation to just lie there with you and shower your face with kisses until you woke up on your own was truly big, but he repeatedly told himself that your expression when you met him in the kitchen would be ten times cuter and more satisfying...and he was right.

“Hey (Y/N)...I love you, I really do” he said in a silent and almost soothing voice as he gently wiped off some crumbs from the corner of your mouth. You looked at him with slightly widened eyes. Your husband wasn’t that good with words as some so you often had to read between the lines and yet, this time you knew exactly what brought this sudden confession on.

The interview…

After swallowing that small bite of pancake which you’d been chewing on for a tad too long, you got up and walked around the edges of the island that separated you from your loved one.

The blond seemed to follow your line of thought and got up from his chair as well, already spreading his arms and readying himself for your embrace. When you were standing face to face with him you instinctively went for a hug and squeezed him as hard as you could while he placed his forehead on your shoulder and took in your pleasant smell.

It was at times like these where the thoughtfulness of your usually brash and impudent husband came to light and managed to cosy you along with his actions rather than his words. 

While you were clinging onto his shirt the trash bin at the corner of your kitchen caught your eye and you couldn’t help but smile to yourself as you recognized the familiar and slightly wadded front page of a certain magazine… 

[bestiesenpai]

firsts with Choso

Imma do this as a non-curse au and also force everyone to see my vision of Instagram star Choso lol, gender neutral lads~

Content warning: there is drinking

First meeting

Choso was a celebrity. Did he ever call himself one? No. But in the eyes of the internet, he was properly famous, amassing an easy two million followers and counting through his short time on Instagram

Posting mainly fashion content, it was no surprise that he had hundreds upon hundreds of photographers asking him to model for them and brands begging to collaborate

His manager took care of most of those things, fielding the serious requests with the not so serious

Which is how he found himself shooting for a pretty well known magazine

There were people shouting and running around even though it was barely pushing six am. Choso hadn’t slept the whole night, his insomnia keeping him awake until the photoshoot. Downing a piping hot black coffee first thing in the morning, when he arrived at the shoot there were already assistants pouring him more cups.

“Choso, hair and makeup is ready for you.” His manager said, putting a hand on his shoulder and guiding him silently to the room. The lights were way too bright here, stinging Choso’s eyes and almost giving him a headache.

Sitting down in the makeup chair with his eyes closed, Choso heaved a heavy sigh as he got comfortable.

“Uhm, excuse me?” A timid voice sounded behind him, from the previously closed door to the room.

“Hm?” Cracking open an eye, Choso looked in the mirror in front of him to see who was speaking. A makeup assistant, wringing their hands together nervously and not meeting his bloodshot eyes.

“I’m uh- I’m here to start your makeup.” Your voice was so cute when addressing him, a little higher pitched than what he assumed was normal. Biting your lip, you slid into the room slowly, standing a good distance behind his chair and looking at him through the mirror.

“Okay, I’ll sit up.” Gulping the rest of his coffee down, Choso sat up pin straight in the makeup chair. Even if he fell asleep in the chair he trained himself well enough to not slouch over once he was in this position.

You began to work silently, pulling out products and laying them down with trembling hands. Your nervousness was cute, endearing almost to Choso. He knew he could look rather intimidating, that’s partly why he had so many followers, and to see you so scared in front of him made a lazy smirk grace his face.

“I’ll be putting your base on now?” Even though you tried to sound stern your sentence came out as a question and Choso blew air sharply through his nose, fighting the uptick of his lips as you fiddled with products.

Choso sat perfectly still while you began to touch his face. With half lidded eyes he could see your name badge swinging from the lanyard around your neck. (Y/N) was printed in large letters, impossible to miss.

A few minutes passed in pure silence between you and Choso could feel your hands shake when you cupped his cheek to apply foundation and patting powder across his face. The door swung open just as you went to swap a few products around, someone had come to take you away for a few minutes.

“Oh, I’ll only be gone a little bit, but the main makeup artist should be here before I return.” You spewed out, dropping the things in your hands against the counter. Forcing a polite smile at Choso, your feet shuffled awkwardly as you flip-flopped between saying something more, waiting for his reply or just leaving in entirely.

“Thank you (Y/N), you did a great job.” Choso said calmly, smiling back at you and taking a sip of his now lukewarm coffee. Your mouth dropped briefly in surprise and your brows rose up, your whole face opened up in sweet surprise. Biting your lip and rocking on your heels, a shy giggle left your chest.

“Bye Choso.” Giggling again as you said his name, you scurried from the room like an embarrassed school girl, gushing about Choso to the person waiting for you as you left the room.

First hangout

The next time Choso saw you, it was to fix his lip makeup between pictures, and your hands shook then too

As the day wore on, Choso found himself completely smitten with how helpless you were in front of him, how scared and nervous you were. He felt the ever growing urge to protect you, even if it was from himself

He’s elated when the team proposes going out to dinner together, both as a way to refuel and get to know each other better since this photoshoot will be a few days long

Heading out into the darkening world outside the studio, Choso makes sure to stick close by you

He’s not standing directly near you, but Choso makes sure to stay behind you as the group walks. He’s watching you talk animatedly with your friends, no doubt other small time assistants just eager to get started in the industry. Your smile warms his heart and when you laugh loudly at a crosswalk Choso chuckles as well.

Once at the restaurant, he cunningly makes sure he’s seated next to you. He doesn’t say anything, but he can tell your demeanor has shifted because you get just a little bit quieter, that nervous energy comes back a little.

“(Y/N), what’re you thinking of getting?” Choso asks you as he looks over the menu. He can hear your breath hitch, obviously surprised he even addressed you.

“Uhm, I’m not sure, I’ve never been here before.” Shrugging your shoulder, you quickly skim the menu. “Is there anything you’re thinking of getting?”

“Hmmm…” Drumming his fingers on the table, Choso shrugs as well. “Whatever you get, I’ll get too.”

“That’s a lot of pressure.” Laughing nervously, you flip through the menu. “I don’t even know what you like.”

“I’ll like whatever you like.” Choso wouldn’t necessarily call this flirting, he didn’t consider himself particularly suave or charming, but from the way you stammered and hid your face with the menu, clearly flustered, told him that most people would consider what he was doing flirting. Especially you.

“Okay but don’t blame me if you don’t like it.” Came your whispered reply from behind the menu, and Choso just knew your cheeks and ears were on fire.

“As long as you pick it out, I won’t have a single complaint.”

First kiss

From that moment on, Choso knew he liked you. It wasn’t hard to get you to come out of your shell and talk more casually with him, afterall he was the oldest of a lot of brothers

Talking with you all throughout dinner, Choso was a little more excited to go to work. Even if you didn’t end up liking him the same way, you could still be friends - something that Choso was kind of lacking

As the days of the photoshoot wore on and you got closer with each other, Choso found himself yearning to ask you to hang out outside of all of this, when it all ends and you don’t have to be professional with him

He knows he only has one chance left at the very last team dinner, a celebratory occasion that is sure to go out with a bang

“Let’s drink to all the hard work we put in these last few days!” The photographer cheered, already drunk and swaying in his chair. No one cared though, everyone was already a little drunk. Choso had a few beers himself and was feeling the beginnings of a pleasant buzz, and it seemed so were you. With a dopey smile on your face and slightly glassy eyes, you laughed a little too hard at a joke across the table with a fruity drink in your hand.

“(Y/N) don’t drink too much, you’re a terrible lightweight!” Someone teased a few seats down and a couple people chuckled in agreement.

“W-whatever!” Sticking your tongue out, you downed the rest of your drink and quickly ordered another. “I deserve to have fun, that photoshoot was stressful!”

It was indeed. Between actually taking the pictures, going to the different locations, waking up early and creating promo content for his Instagram, Choso was swamped. The only highlights of his day would be when you would come to do his makeup or fix it, or these times when you’d sit together during dinner.

“Yeah you do.” Putting a hand on your shoulder, Choso pat it a few times and you easily swayed with the motions. This wasn’t the first time he was touching you, he’d pat you on the back a few other times, but seeing you bend so easily made him laugh.

Choso kept a keen eye on you for the entirety of dinner, watching you down drink after drink and forcing you to drink water in between some of them. It was fun to see you let go like this, he never thought he’d get the chance, and the desire to protect you was coming up again.

When the group decided to go to karaoke after dinner, Choso kept an arm around your shoulder as you all walked to the next location. He kept you from falling and bumping into things and being kidnapped by random strangers you wanted to talk to as you walked by. Getting to the room in one piece, you all crowd in and the party continues.

Choso can barely make heads or tails of what’s going on, there’s people taking pictures and videos of everything, his manager is drunkenly securing another deal for him over the phone, and there’s loud and offkey singing blaring through the speakers. He almost thinks about bailing, but seeing you so amped up and singing along as well has him staying.

“Choso, what’d you think?” You shout over the music ten minutes later. You’re breathless from doing a song and collapse into the open seat next to him.

“You did great.” Choso grins. He can see the sweat on your hairline and he had definitely taken pictures of you singing to look at later. You beam at him, obviously happy to get his approval, and bounce up and down in your seat.

“I have to go pee, do you know where the bathroom is?” Your tiny drunk bladder would truly be the death of you. Helping you up, Choso exits the karaoke room and guides you down the hall to the bathrooms, far away from the noise filled rooms. Waiting for you to come out, Choso can tell you’re properly drunk.

“You good?” Quirking his head to the side, Choso grabs your upper arm as you stumble towards him.

“Choso! I gotta- gotta do something!” Hiccuping through your words, you have the front of his shirt in a vice grip as you square your shoulders in front of him. With a fiery determined look in your eyes, you push forward.

At first, you bump your noses painfully together and a quiet curse slips under your breath. But then you try again and your lips actually make contact with Choso’s. The kiss is sloppy, messy - it’s as drunk as you are. He can taste the liquor on your lips, creating a smooth glide along the surface that makes it easier to slide against him.

Just as Choso is getting into it, his hands coming to grip your waist instead of your arms, you let go. Push him away hard and stumble back at the same time. There’s tears in your eyes, lower lip quivering pathetically.

“(Y/N)-”

“I-I should go.”

“(Y/N) wait-” You run away before he can say anything, before Choso has a chance to grab your hand and pull you back to him and tell you that he’s wanted to kiss you for a while now. Standing dumbly in the hallway alone, he hears the slam of a karaoke room door, no doubt from you.

Slinking back into the room, Choso can see that you’ve decided to sandwich yourself between two other people and avoid his burning eye contact for the rest of the night. You don’t even properly say goodbye to him when it’s time to part, just slip away into the Uber your friends called.

First confession

Even though you managed to give him the slip, Choso still got your phone number from someone before the party completely dispersed

The kiss stayed on his mind for the rest of the night, keeping him up as he played the moment over and over again in his head

By the time morning came, Choso was itching to message you

He had to know why you kissed him, and if you’d let him kiss you again

(Choso): hey this is Choso I got your number from one of the others

(Choso): we have something to talk about

He waited a good couple hours for you to text back. The longer time went on, the longer Choso just wanted to call you and be done with waiting in limbo.

(Y/N): sorry about last night

That was all you had to say and Choso just knew you were kicking yourself over it.

(Choso): don’t be sorry, I liked it

(Y/N): you don’t have to lie to try and make me feel better

(Y/N): it was a drunk mistake and it won’t happen again

(Choso): what if I want it to happen again?

He could see the little typing bubbles disappear and reappear with a fervor. Your mind must be racing as much as his was.

(Y/N): I’m not interested in being a fling

(Choso): good thing I don’t want you as just a fling

There was a nervous sort of adrenaline building up in Choso’s body, making his cheeks flush and fingers tremble, but emboldening him as well to keep going.

(Choso): Let me take you out on a date, I wanna see you at least one more time

(Choso): then you can decide if it really won’t ever happen again

(Choso): deal?

You were silent on the other end reading his messages. There were no typing bubbles to give away your position. Choso was stuck in limbo.

(Y/N): alright, deal

First date

Choso quickly set up a date at a trendy cafe he frequented, one that he took plenty of Instagram pictures at

He could sense your hesitation to go out with him over the phone and he was quick to dash away any second thoughts you had about dating someone that was internet famous

Choso liked you for you, not for what you could potentially bring to him in terms of content

He waited nervously outside the train station for you, wearing an outfit he’d painstakingly reworked a hundred times before deciding on something

“Choso!” You called out to him, rushing towards his figure waiting against a brick wall.

“Hey.” Smiling softly, Choso’s fingers twitched with the urge to hug you, but he held it off. He didn’t want to overwhelm you, possibly scare you off by being too forward.

“You’re here early.” Your eyes quickly danced over the clothes he chose and you let out a hum. “I feel self conscious now, you dressed so nicely for this!”

“You think?” He chuckled, tugging on the edge of the designer hoodie he’d thrown on.

“Yeah, but that’s to be expected of an Instagram star!” Shrugging your shoulders overdramatically, you gestured behind you to the bustling sidewalk full of people. “Should we get going? I’ve never been to the place you suggested.”

“Yeah, lets go.” Choso’s hand hovered over your lower back, guiding you through the people and onto the sidewalk. All it took was seeing you jostled around by a few people walking by for Choso to get fed up and grasp your hand firmly in his, weaving his fingers through yours.

“Stick close to me, it’s pretty crowded today.” He whispered in your ear, pulling you halfway behind him and grabbing your other hand as well and guiding it to hold onto the back of his hoodie. With his imposing nature and intimidating stature, Choso effortlessly pushed through the throngs of people and you quickly found yourself at the cafe in question.

“Let’s go in.” Turning around to face you, he’s stunned when you leap up and peck his cheek.

“Thanks Choso.” Giggling, you sidestep him and go to open the door of the cafe, but you’re stopped by Choso’s unmoving body. “What’s up Choso?”

“(Y/N).” He’s looking at you with scarily wide eyes and his tone is deathly serious. “Will you kiss me again if I buy you a drink?”

“Huh? Yeah of course, but-” You’re cut off from telling him that you’d kiss him without the drink by Choso bolting forward into the cafe.

“I’ll buy you all the drinks you could ever want then. And a slice of cake too.”

[honeesucker]

Akaashi Keiji x F!Reader

Akaashi Keiji as part of my Haikyuu Boys reacting to your hand on their thigh…

Word Count: 2,165

Warnings: None worth mentioning, just smutty and cute.

“Keiji~” you gave a plaintive whine and huffed, arms crossed as you plunked down on the soft leather of the sectional in Akaashi’s main office space shared with the other editors; he had just walked out of his personal office to grab more coffee when he saw you walking in, dressed up and looking as breathtaking as ever - he never got tired of seeing you, or telling you how lovely you were to him. You; however, had thought to surprise him by setting up a reservation at one of his favorite restaurants that was more out of the way of your guys’ apartment, but he had been working so hard and you missed him so much and wanted to do something nice for him until all fell through, like always.

“I’m sorry my love,” Akaashi’s voice was soft, a tinge of sadness for having to reject your plans again for a deadline on an important project but he would make it up to you, he always did. It didn’t stop you from being disappointed in the moment, or him feeling bad because he knew that the pain of rejection stung you each time.

You noticed the change in his demeanor and how he was pulling and fidgeting with his long fingers. You stood up and crossed the short distance before wrapping your arms around his waist and snuggling into him.

“No big deal, ‘Kaashi,” you placed a soft kiss on his jawline, “I really should’ve asked instead of assuming you were free tonight. I know your work is important to you.” Akaashi cupped your cheek and placed an equally soft kiss on your lips, you smiled against him which caused him to laugh.

“Mind if I keep you company ‘til you’re done with work for tonight?” You gave him your best puppy dog eyes and he just shook his head and asked if you wanted any coffee. You walked ahead of him to his office and noticed he wasn’t set up at his desk, but on the couch against the furthest wall, laptop and mock-up pages to review all over the coffee table. You sat down and he followed shortly behind you, taking a long sip of coffee before leaning over his work and getting back to concentrating. You leant into his side in a way that kept you close to him but didn’t inhibit his arm movements so he could work freely and comfortably; you pulled out your phone and began typing away but Akaashi wasn’t able to see your screen, though curiosity almost got the better of him a couple of times almost making him lean over to peek (though he knew it he asked you’d have no problem handing it over without a second thought - he appreciated that trust you both have in each other).

Akaashi was deep into his work when he felt a sharp sensation shoot through his thigh, to his stomach and straight to his cock, already half-hard against his dress slacks. You had placed your hand on his thigh (fairly high up, and close enough to almost be palming him through his slacks, he might add) and was stroking lazy lines with your thumb mindlessly, still finishing something up in your phone, not even noticing that Akaashi’s full attention was now on you, on your small hand. He swallowed harshly, trying to push down the surge of urges coursing through his body now, not realizing it had been so long since you and him have had any time to be together lately that such a small, innocent touch would trigger an instant hard-on. He glanced at you from the side, not turning his head much away from his laptop. You were snuggled up against him, the office slippers you had put on were on the floor and your legs were pulled up into the couch, you were still fixated and typing away on your phone, still thumbing little motions on Akaashi’s thigh, in such a flattering skirt and cardigan it was almost impossible for him not to pounce on you like a Lion to an antelope.

He shifted in his seat, causing you to fall against him a bit further and giggled as he placed delicate kisses along the length of your arm, long your shoulder, up your neck and across your jaw, a sweet one on the tip of your nose, before locking onto your lips with a deep growl in his chest. He pulled you into his lap, your legs on either side of his as you straddled him, and broke the kiss to breath, which caused Akaashi to pepper more kisses and gentle bites along you neck.

“Ah-Akaashi-“ you whimpered when he bit down a bit harder, sucking the skin enough that it’ll leave a purple mark. “Keiji don’t you have work to get done?” You said, unconvincing that you didn’t want him to continue.

“Mm, yes baby, I’m doing my work,” Akaashi mumbled against your skin, ghosting his nose along your neck before breathing in the scent of your perfume and clean hair. “My work as a good boyfriend, you know I’ve been slacking a bit lately,” he captured your lips back into a passionate kiss and you melted into his touch. Allowing his slender fingers to undo the buttons of your soft cardigan until nothing but the lacy emerald green bralette remains. You can hear a muffled groan that he’s trying to hold back as he reaches up and cups each of your breasts, molding the supple flesh with his slender fingers and giving a quick chuckle when you yelp as he pinches each rosy bud between his pointer and thumb through the lace fabric. Between the friction of his fingers on your nipples and the way he occasionally lifted his hips up to grind the hard cock straining against his slacks against your own clothed core was driving you insane. You let out a breathy moan and he just tilted his head and gave you a cheeky smile - one you didn’t see often and cherished.

“Awe,” Akaashi drew out, “is my baby horny for my cock? Hmm?” You only nodded and grinded back down against his lap and he laughed again. His hands found purchase on the soft sides of your hips and held you down against him as he rocked his hips up, teasing you further.

“Mmfph, ‘Kaashi please!” You whined and Akaashi just halted all movement, causing you to let out such an annoyed sound that he found so cute.

“Please what baby?” Akaashi hummed, “use your words.”

“Please n-need to feel you, need you inside me!” Your adrenaline and need for him was the only thing controlling your thoughts and actions right now, Akaashi was all you saw in the moment.

“Oh my poor baby,” Akaashi cooed gently, stroking your cheek with one hand and sliding his other beneath your skirt until the pads of his pointer and middle finger were pressing against your clit through the thin lace of your matching panties. “Is this what you wanted, hm? Already soaked through your panties like the needy little slut I knew you always were,” his tone of voice was so gentle but the dirty words he used only spurred you on.

“N-!” You were gonna tell him you needed so much more than what he was giving you but in the second you were distracted Akaashi has slipped your panties to the side and plunged two long fingers into your silky cunt, curling the digits to press against that spongy spot that had you seeing stars, his thumb was rubbing fast pressured circles on your clit that had you moaning and clinging onto him for dear life.

You were so close, so, so close.

“Ah! NO!” You hit his chest when Akaashi stopped all ministrations and his fingers stilled inside of you, he enjoyed how your gummy walls were clenching around him, sucking him in and it was almost impossible for him to resist giving you exactly what you were selfishly trying to take.

“Tsk tsk,” Akaashi scolded playfully, scissoring his fingers inside of you, causing you to groan at the pleasant stretch. “I thought you knew better my little Sakura blossom,” his fingers curled and his thumb found that sweet spot of perfect pressure on your clit again that had you moaning and squirming in his lap, your nails were digging into his shoulders through his dress shirt and he so enjoyed watching you come undone, “knew that you had to get permission to cum on my fingers first, like a good girl - you are my good girl aren’t you?” Akaashi knew he had won the moment you still your frantic grinding down on his hand to look at him with teary eyes, your cheeks flushed pink and hair sticking to your forehead from the small build up of sweat. Akaashi’s dick flexed when you have a hard swallow and nodded, he knew no matter what you were always his good girl, but seeing you pull back and do your best for him just filled him with such pride and love for you.

“I’m’a good girl p-pl-ah~please Keiji let me cum, please let me cum for you,” your begging turned incoherent and Akaashi felt bad for maybe pushing you a little past your limit. He added a third finger and got back to work hitting exactly where he knew would have you cunning in seconds and he was right. Your moans grew louder and soon he could feel your walls clenching around him again but this time he didn’t stop.

“C’mon baby, cum for me. Be my good girl and cum for me, you can do it,” and like a switch flipped in your head you were spasming and gushing on Akaashi’s fingers, his fingers still curling and his thumb still working your clit slowly as he helped you through your orgasms, prolonging it a little until your whines of it being ‘too much’ came through. He pulled from your body slowly, reveling in how your pussy seemed to want to keep him inside of you, and watched your heavy-lidded eyes glass over when he brought his fingers up to his mouth and cleaned himself, the groan he let out going straight to your clit and shocking awake a renewed craving for your love.

There was a buzz throughout the office that shocked you both, until reality hit and you whined, straightening your skirt and re-buttoning your cardigan to run down to the lobby and grab the door. Your legs were wobbly from sitting in that position for so long and Akaashi helped you balance. You looked down to see his cock straining against the zipper of his slacks, painfully harder than you’ve ever seen it before.

“Who’s here?” Akaashi questioned, and you just gave a smile.

“I paid ‘Tsumu to come and deliver some onigiri from Onigiri Miya,” Akaashi’s eyes widened and as if on cue his stomach growled, “I also had him stop at another place on the way to get you a side of nanohana no karashiae for you since I know it’s your favorite and we haven’t had it in a whil-!” You giggled and screamed as Akaashi pulled you into a tight hug, kissing your cheek and smiling. “I figured since we couldn’t go out, I could bring something to you - I know you haven’t eaten at all today Keiji...” he flashed a sheepish grin at that and just nodded.

“You’re right, and I love you - for getting food and just being you,” the buzzer rang throughout the office again and you ran to grab the food from Atsumu before running back to Akaashi’s office. Akaashi was on the couch with his slacks undone and down to his ankles, his cock was as hard as you’ve ever seen it and a bead of pre-cum was leaking out of the slit, and dripping down the front. You licked your lips out of habit and set the food down on his desk before turning back to him. He had his head leant back on the couch and his arms crossed behind his head. He was eyeing you hungrily as you walked over and reached down as you straddled his body like before. You lined him up and sank down on the thick length, your intense orgasm still leaving you sensitive from earlier.

Once you were fully seated on Akaashi’s cock he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you to lean forward on him as he began to thrust like a man possessed, your cries and his moans the only sounds aside from slapping skin filling the office. This went on for an hour longer before the hunger got the better of both of you, and exhausted and starving you both slunk to the ground half-dressed and ate the thankfully still warm food.

Akaashi kept taking side glances at you, thankful to have someone so perfectly suited for him in all the ways you were.

[anonquack]

| Summertime |

Alex Quackity x Reader, Oneshot!

Word Count: 2054

Warnings: Mentions of a minor injury, and some curse words.

Summary: In severe need of something to do on a hot summer day, you suggest going to the beach. A day of summer fun and some ice cream for dessert awaits!

The heat hit hard against your skin, the smallest of touches leaving a burning sensation, rays far too hot for your liking.

It was summertime, the time of the year where the heat ranged from a cool wind on late nights and unbearable heat throughout the day.

While one could typically find you and Alex close together, it wasn't the case during the summer. He despised the summer heat, far too hot for any body contact besides the occasional kisses he couldn't and wouldn't get enough of.

As you sat on the couch, fanning yourself as you scrolled through the timeline, you heard him let out a whine, clearly annoyed at the way his clothes stuck to his skin, and in need of something to do. He did not want to sit around in this heat any longer.

"I need to get a haircut.." he muttered as he tried to make every hair strand fit under his cap, far from his face and his line of sight. You chuckled before nodding your head in agreement. As much as you liked running your fingers through his hair at night, you knew summertime was hellish, and he'd be heating up even more just because of his hair.

"As much as I hate to say it.. you definitely should get one." you responded as you finally set your phone down and looked over at him. He was already looking at you, sluggishly sitting on the couch.

"Let's do something, please. I can't stand another second on this fucking couch." He whined again as he scoot closer to you on the couch. You let out a small noise of disapproval, you didn't feel like getting up and doing anything. The heat felt like it would kill you if you walked even a few steps.

But seeing the way he was leaning on your shoulder and looking up at you, with the cutest little look on his eyes, silently begging you to take him out of the misery the couch provided.

You let out a sigh before nodding and standing up, to which he gave a small cheer before standing up as well, following suit. It felt as if your clothing were stuck to your body due to all the sweat. Looking over at him now, you took in his whole outfit, which consisted of some shorts and a t-shirt. Even the bare minimum wasn't enough to save you two from burning up.

"How about we go to the beach and get some ice cream?" You suggested, giving him a moment to consider this. He gave a small nod, grateful to be off the couch but immediately getting hit with those strong rays of sun. Hellish summertime.

"That actually sounds great. I bet the water is so cold." He almost purred at the thought of the cold water against his skin, which was heating up with every passing second. You smiled once he verbally agreed to the idea before heading towards your room to get dressed into appropriate clothing and get a towel.

—

After what felt like an eternity, you two had finally gotten everything you needed and headed straight to the beach. Upon arrival, you two searched for a nice place to set your towels down. A place close enough to the water, but not too close.

Alex carefully set the towels down next to each other as he took his sandals off. He was wearing a huge grin on his face, clearly very excited to get into the water. You let out a small laugh, shaking your head as you took your sandals off as well.

"Don't forget the sunscreen, I don't want you burning up on me." You called as you saw him begin to walk off to the water. At this, he nodded before walking back over to you.

You poured a generous amount of the sunscreen onto the palm of your hand before spreading it onto his back and arms. He took some as well and helped you put sunscreen on him before helping put some on yourself too.

Once you were both generously coated, you both headed straight to the water.

It was extremely cold to the touch, almost overwhelmingly cold at first, but it quickly faded away as the harsh sun continued to shine down onto you both. Before you knew it, you and Alex were swimming around, splashing each other, and seeing who could hold their breath the longest underwater.

The last one was especially nice, since it protected you from direct contact with the sun rays.

It felt like forever since the two of you had done something quite like this, usually spending time indoors, enjoying  cold temperatures and time away from the sun.

Today, you two had found a way to spend time together and cool down at the same time. It was fun, and it was exactly what you two needed.

—

After hours of splashing around, going to lay on towels, sunscreen application, and failed attempts at sand castle building, you two finally decided it was time to get that ice cream you'd mentioned earlier.

It didn't take long for both of you to dry since the sun was still bright, but it seemed to slowly be going down. That made you raise a brow.

"What time is it?" You asked as you stared up at the sky. It seemed to still be pure baby blue, but as you lowered your gaze, it turned into lighter shades of orange. You two had been having so much fun, you failed to realize just how long you'd been out here.

"It's 6 in the afternoon." Alex called out as he packed some of the stuff back into the bag. That made your eyes widen a bit as you stared up at the colorful sky.

You lowered your gaze and turned towards him, heading over to help him pack the stuff away. "That means the heat should be calming down soon.." you hummed out, very pleased with that sentence.

He stood, backpack strap now resting on his shoulder, and a small grin on his face. "I know. It'll linger for a while longer, but we'll be able to cool down more easily." You nodded and helped with any other stuff that needed to be carried.

As you two walked side by side, there wasn't much conversation being made. Splashing around in the water seemed to have tired you two out. The only thing that could be heard was steady breathing, distant chatter, and the squeaky sandals that were too wet on Alex's feet. He'd gone to wash his feet, not wanting to be bothered by the sand sticking to his feet, and now his sandals made the loudest squelching noises you'd heard in a while, making you let out a small laugh at the absurdity of it.

He laughed as well, finally breaking the silence between you two. "What?" He murmered as he glanced over at you.

"Nothing.." you responded, a content smile on your lips. "Lets get us some icecream."

—

You two were now seated on a bench, talking about the simplest of things as you enjoyed your ice cream cones. The ice-cream was sweet and cold, the perfect dessert after a long day of swimming and having sand sticking to your bodies. As soon as you got home, you'd take a shower and knock out on your shared bed. It was the perfect way to finish the day. Enjoying ice cream together.

"Thank you." He said after a bit. "For suggesting we go to the beach and stuff. This is the most fun I've had in a while, and it made me forget about the insufferable heat we've had to deal with."

You looked over at him, and reached over to gently boop his nose. "It's nothing. I had fun too. Thanks for being you." You responded softly. His eyes at that moment looked so warm, so welcoming. Moments like this made you alarmingly aware of why you loved him so much.

You leaned in and placed a small kiss on his lips. He tasted like the ice cream he was eating, which made it even more pleasant. His lips were cold too, a welcoming change to his cheeks which were now burning up.

After you pulled away, you held your ice cream cone out to him. Offering him some. He chuckled before leaning in and trying some of it. He let out a small noise of approval before you two continued to quietly enjoy the ice cream.

The sun had officially gone down by now, but the sky was still bright with the oranges and reds that decorated it so wonderfully. Soon, it would all merge together and create the dark night sky, a sign that your day at the beach together would come to an end.

Once you two had finished up your ice cream cones, it was time to head back home. The heat had calmed down a bit, and the walk home was rather peaceful as well. The only sound being made, once again, was Alex's wet sandals making contact with the floor.

You'd been distracted, looking at the sky and your surroundings, just enjoying his company and feeling your eye lids getting heavier with exhaustion of being out all day.

Your train of thought was disrupted when the sound of a loud thump came, along with a groan of pain. Your eyes widened as you looked to your side and saw him on the floor, hand covering his eyes in despair.

You quickly headed towards him, worry filling your eyes as you helped him sit up. He let out a small hissing sound as he looked down at his knee. You followed his gaze and were surprised to see a scrape on that knee.

You looked up at him and then back at his knee, then back at him. You held gazes before you both burst out into a laugh.

"When's the last time something like this happened, hmm?" You asked as you looked at his scrape. It wasn't too big, but it wasn't that small either. You could tell it stung. You helped him stand up, eliciting a groan from him as he had to move his knee.

"Long fucking time. Since I was a kid." He responded as he looked down at his knee.

"Its those damn wet sandals." You shook your head as you held your hand out to him. "We're almost home. I'll clean it up for you, hm?" You offered, a small teasing smile on your lips, but he didn't reject the help.

Hand in hand, you two headed home, him limping a bit for dramatic effect. But you knew it stung. The blood had even dripped down and stained his leg. Scrapes like those were always unpleasant, so you made sure not to let it happen again. His sandals continued to make the squelching noises, and you couldn't wait to take those monstrosities off him, and give him some dry footwear.

Once you two got home, you sat him down on a chair and kept your promise, helping clean up his scrape, making another promise to bandage him up after he'd taken a shower and was ready to head to bed.

After some time, you two had both showered, feeling rather refreshed and your eyelids getting heavier as well.

He sat down on your shared bed, as you carefully pressed ointment onto his scrape, and bandaged it to avoid it bleeding more and staining stuff.

He gave you a kiss as a 'thank you' and then pulled you into bed with him. You gladly gave in, wrapping your arms around his waist, letting your head rest on his chest as he gently played with your hair. The windows were propped open to let the cold night air in.

The feeling of his hands in your hair, his heart beating rhythmically under you, and the cold wind coming in through the window was enough to lull you to sleep, and soon he'd fallen asleep as well.

The day had been so fun, you two always managed to find a way to entertain each other. And in this case, you'd helped each other find relief from the summertime heat.

And now it was finally time to rest.

Together.

[albatris]

hey ho it's nanowrimo day 15

today's word count is 28,455

today............... sure is monday!

you get two different excerpts and two different Quinns in The Excerpt Zone today, you get one :3 Quinn and one early-ish-story downright fucking bastard Quinn and I do not mean that in a fun way

first up,

"Excuse me, please." Nat offered Margaret a polite but seething smile, and picked up the phone to address the waiting customer. "Good morning! This is Nat Finch speaking. I'm calling from..." He craned over Quinn's desk, rifling through the clutter, hoping for a stray business card or some company-identifying stack of sticky notes to jog his memory. He came up empty. "...oh, you know what company I'm calling from, of course! How are you today?"

"I was speaking to someone named Quinn earlier," the voice, presumably belonging to one Ms. Holland, informed him. "They said they were going to call me back."

"Quinn's dead," Nat said cheerily. "I'm the new hire. I'm Quinn's replacement."

"I was... I was talking to them two hours ago. Is this a joke?"

"No. The hiring process here is very efficient."

He tipped back in his chair to eye off Quinn by the coffee machine, who was currently waiting for their mug to fill. They gave him an enthusiastic thumbs-up, then motioned for him to continue.

Quinn's instructions for leaving Nat on call centre phone duty were "just say whatever you want lmao no one cares"

next one is. hm. trigger warning for self-inflicted injury and also extremely extremely bad vibes

under cut as is the rest of the update. I feel dicey about posting it

"Quinn, you—you know I'm not strong enough to push us out of here," Nat said, panicking. "There's no way I—just let me go find someone to help, okay? We still have time. We—"

Quinn snatched the metal water bottle from the drink holder and placed their left hand on top of the steering wheel, their fingers spread. Before Nat even realised what was happening, they lifted the bottle up and brought it smashing down into the back of their hand. Then they did it again. And again. Rapidly. Mercilessly. Nat heard the sickening crack of splintering bone. Blood splattered onto the dashboard. Alex inhaled sharply from the back seat.

Quinn placed the bloodied metal bottle gently back in its place, their face still blank. They held their mangled hand out to Nat, red dripping off their fingertips. Their voice was dead cold. "Then fucking make yourself strong enough."

The sweetness swarmed into Nat's nose and he jerked back away from the door, stumbling down onto the asphalt, a hand flying up to cover his mouth. Pain fireworked through his jaw as fangs tore themselves free from his gums, jagged and clumsy, several piercing straight through his lip. Hunger twisted agonisingly in his stomach and the Garble drove itself into his legs, his arms, flooding him with power and adrenaline, preparing his body for the hunt.

"Get up," Quinn spat, "and push."

Nat choked on the thirst that tore at his throat. Nat choked on a sob.

Nat got up, and pushed.

yeah definitely I think a quick "hey Nat maybe if you smell some of my blood we can trick/lure the garble into giving you the necessary strength to help us get out of here" would have gone a long way and Nat probably would have agreed but the only thing going on in Quinn's head at this point is "my best friend is minutes away from death and I don't give a shit about anything or anyone else right now"

it's the first time in the story Quinn is legitimately fucking terrified and scared Quinn is scary Quinn

dick move nonetheless. n in general at this point in the story, while Quinn has been mostly pleasant to Nat, they still view him as a mostly tool to be used and not much else which uh. makes itself somewhat apparent here

as soon as they've calmed down a bit they're like "yeah that was pretty fucked and crossed a lot of lines I'm sorry I did that" and Nat says nothing bc Nat does not speak to Quinn for three days

Alex is fine, btw. and is also just sort of like "look I get it but fucking yikes dude 😬" at Quinn

also yeah Quinn just forfeited use of that hand for. a long fucking time

anyway sorry for the Oof excerpt. I have fun posting fun excerpts but also This Story Is Not Fun. do not follow anyone's example in this story except maybe Lloyd's

today's mood is a consistent 13.6mmol/L (my body has decided to hate me for some reason) and today's jam is "human sadness" by the voidz (it is ten minutes long)

goodnight. tomorrow I go shopping for Crafts and Items

[wannaholdhandswithfictionalmen]

(My) Sanctuary;

A/n: First Ever Fic for Genshin Impact Fandom. A fic no one asked for but the idea was living in my head rent free, so what's a girl to do except play more Genshin Impact and work on this fic. (Listened to Sanctuary & Don't think twice by Hikaru Utada while writing this -- hence my inspired and very unoriginal title for this fic because I am horrible at thinking of titles.) 

Genre: Mostly Fluff really, a pinch or two of Angst.

Warning: Implied underage drinking. Brief description of Violence. Of age drinking. 

Summary: Childhood friends with history. Unspoken feelings. Mutual pining. Circumstances and life have forced you and Diluc on different paths, but you always return to Mondstadt and Diluc always makes time for you.

Word count: 3,128

The busy streets of Mondstadt. How long had it been this time? The absence of your presence from these cobblestone paths; four, five? No. Six months. Commissions to fight greater, fierce foes across Teyvat demanded your blades and lightning. Not that it mattered much how far or long you ventured from your former home. There was only one person who meant a great deal, important even if you could not sort through all the emotions attached to him in your own heart or even dare to give voice to those emotions.

Diluc Ragnvindr. 

And despite the inner twisted, festering turmoil (of your own making) cradled in your heart for Mondstadt, Favonius Knights, The Fatui 'diplomats'. Diluc was always a reason to return. 

In fact you aren't at all surprised when you stop by Good Hunter, offering up a handful of Mora for a meal. Sitting down at a table, closing your eyes. You took in a deep breath, the air here felt different to you. Thanks to the Anemo god, Barbatos. You swear it truly is the sense, embodiment of freedom that fills your lungs and soothes you even if for a few seconds. 

A savory blend of mushrooms, chicken and noodles is your lunch for the day. After thirty minutes have passed since your arrival in Mondstadt. And Diluc is sliding into the chair across from your own, elbows on the table, arms folded. Crimson eyes silently taking in the features of you. 

"Hm. You're slacking. That's ten minutes later than before, what took your little informants so long to whisper in your ear word of me being back?" You don't even spare a look at him, taking another bite, chewing a mouthful as you wait for his reply. 

"I do have a winery to run and the protection of Mondstadt to ensure, I can't not always come rushing away for personal affairs." Diluc holds a evident edge of underlying frustration in his smooth voice. 

Your own gaze trails up and over him, taking in the exasperation and exhaustion that furrows the brow of his otherwise stoic expression-- you want to ask when he last got a full night's rest? If he was still doing his lone warrior, Darknight Hero routine? If he was as stubborn as ever shouldering the burden of his fervor desire to defend and protect. Oh, how you worry, worry and worry the weight of it all on your tongue, tightening your throat-- who takes care of you? Who stands by your side? Who defends you? Who protects you? Who lov-

Once upon a time it had been you but a vortex of mourning, sorrow, rage swallowed up your old life. Until you wanted nothing more than to never see the walls of Mondstadt ever again. One day leaving it all behind. Time was a cruel mistress, one day swiftly grew to years. The first time you returned from what would become regular disappearances--adventures. 

Damage had been done. Diluc was the one who reached out to savage your friendship and you had welcomed the chance to have him back in your life even if it would never be anything more. 

"Should I be honored that the gentleman Ragnvindr can even grace me with his company?" It's a hollow jest as you pick at your half eaten plate of food. 

"No," His dismissal of the notion is soft yet firm. "Just Diluc, a friend, who is glad to see you well again." It's never his straight-forward or blunt nature that catches you off guard, it's when the subtle but clear sincerity creeps to the surface. Open, unwavering in his honesty.  

You huff, looking down feigning disinterest yet the twitch of your lips is undeniable. Warmth, simple, gentle curls in your chest. Happiness. Flickering embers outside of the stone walls of your heart that would make Rex Lapis proud. Diluc had always been able to slip past your defenses, so easily lingering in your thoughts, in your heart. Whether he was aware of it or not. 

"I suppose I am glad to see you too. Saved me a few bottles of my favorite wine?" You ask glancing up to catch his watchful gaze, biting your bottom lip as a wide smile threatened to spread on your face. Dulic's sudden raised eyebrow says it all-- do you really need to ask? 

"Four pristine bottles of aged mixed sunsettia, valberry wine." Prideful is subtle and delicate in his voice as if Diluc would ever forget your favorite wine. Funny enough to think about how even as the unspoken king of the winery industry, he doesn't enjoy alcohol himself. Still keeping a stock of your favorite in his manor. 

"You never let me pay you and we can't really share a few glasses together, so," you hum, slowly wired up with nervous yet excited anticipation as you reach down into the bag hanging off your shoulder. Shifting through the items and materials you carried with you for cooking and crafting you find it! Grabbing a slender jug of a bottle, wrapped in cloth. Swiftly placed on the table in front of Diluc. "I brought something for you." 

It's not like grape juice is such a hard find or something Diluc could not afford himself with his abundance of wealth but you had commissioned a famous brewer to make a special blend of grapes and other berries to create a rich and sweet juice. With your own Mora to spare after a few jobs, and you had a feeling your wandering would lead back to Mondstadt. 

Diluc is steady, slow with peeling back the cloth to stare at the deep, dark purple liquid filling the glass bottle. Uncorking the bottle, Diluc takes a whiff, closing his eyes, the smile that graces his face. It's everything and so much more. "It smells delicious. Thank you, I can't wait to taste it." 

"Then we should begin our walk to the manor? I can hear my wine calling me." You leave a few Mora coins as a tip, standing up, Diluc presses the cork back into the bottle and hands it back to you for safe keeping. 

"Alright," Diluc nods, following, matching your stride with ease. "Adelinde was asking about you the other day, you know she always makes sure your room is tidy, spotless in fact." 

Stupid. How one little phrase has your stomach full of crystal flies like you are a teenager all over again. And the mention of the kind maid who still fusses over Diluc and you on occasion makes you happy. It is a nice reprieve from nights of solitude, you are content to travel alone but loneliness is a creature that waits, and waits until the right moment to sink its claws and fangs into you on the road. 

The walk from Mondstadt isn't far but you aren't expecting a fully pleasant and peaceful walk with Diluc. Outside of the gates of the city and a few minutes down the dirt road, the sight of Hilichurls is predictable. 

Small pack of fighters, five Hilichurls carrying clubs and one hulking Mitachurl with a shield. This should be fun. 

"Make sure to show me how playing the part of the nighttime hero has kept your skills sharp!" You yell with a laugh, grinning as you summon your sword, forged of dragon bone, jagged, fierce blade. Rushing forward you dodge past the throw Pyro slimes. 

You let yourself run a little wild, your Electro vision surge through you, bolts of lightning crash down on the charging Hilichurls. Shocking and stunning the monsters for a moment, that's all you need to unleash a flurry of fast slashes.

A loud, enraged howl, crashing stomps approach from your back. Anyone else would need to worry or doubt--you don't. The familiar roar and rumble of flames fills the air, the scorning heat of it nipping behind you. Diluc doesn't even let that Mitcahurl so much as graze you, his grunts and shouts clash with its growl and howls as his flame imbued blade breaks and burns through the beast's wooden shield. Leaving ashes flying in the air and the heavy smell of smoke and fire. 

You electrify the Hilichurls, slowing, paralyzing the small beasts until they are left vulnerable and weak against you. The perfect targets. You cleave one's head off, stab straight through the mask of another, impale the chest of another. Delivering killing blows with precision and force. Wiping them out, you turn in time to see the beauty of Diluc. 

Rapid, graceful, relentless, ferocity embraced in unyielding flames. The towering giant Hilichurl is left staggering, stumbling under the strikes of Diluc's claymore left all too unprotected without its shield to hide behind. Diluc turns up the heat quite literally, the soaring, blazing phoenix that emerged from his own vision and will, his flames destroy the Mitcahurl, wiping out its pitiful existence effortlessly. 

Diluc shakes a bit of lingering flames and smoke off the steel of his blade with a sweeping slash at the air, standing among darkened, black grass, a gust of wind sways his hair and he looks over his shoulder. It is surely a moment deserving of immortalizing in portrait, his bright red hair blowing in the wind, holding his greatsword in one hand, sunlight giving him an ethereal glow, gazing at you. 

Giving a slow applause, you whistle and laugh. "Flashy as ever, Diluc." 

"The pyro element leaves little room for anything else. Still it's efficient and powerful," Diluc turns to face you, letting go of the hilt of his sword as it vanishes, unneeded outside of battle. "However, it's not something you could critique me on, when anyone for miles could see your lightning." 

"Fair enough." 

Besides a few stray slimes, the rest of your walk is undisturbed, reaching the winery as nightfall, the sun dipping below the horizon. 

"(Name) it is good to see you well." Adelinde smiles upon seeing you as Diluc opens the front door and holds it open for you to walk in first. She hugs you, it's hard not to melt into her tight cradle. 

"Have you been eating well? Sleeping accordingly? Not just naps. Taking breaks in between all your monster hunting?" Her lovingly stern questions always feel comforting in a way that is odd to describe and felt deeply. 

"I am still standing, Adelinde, fully rested and my stomach is full at the moment." 

"You would do well to keep it as such." Adelinde levels you with a motherly look of if you do not take care of yourself, I will which should be hard to make look threatening but the older woman handles it with years of expertise. She has worried over guests, Diluc, Kaeya, you for many, many years in the pact and many to come you are certain. 

"Adelinde, please have the bottles of sunsettia, valberry wine brought up, we-" 

"One step ahead of you, Master Diluc. Hillie and Moco brought them up a short while ago, I hope you two enjoy your time together." Adelinde leaves the manor, you aren't sure what work needs to be done on the grounds, you know for a fact Adeline specifically tries to do outside chores during daylight hours. It's an obvious tell for someone who knows her, she is ensuring you and Diluc remain alone for now. An avid supporter of your friendship you suppose. 

Diluc barely gets to call out a 'thank you!' as she is shutting the door. 

You stroll across the room, not much has changed at all. Your destination is the furniture set by the fireplace, the small, round table paired with two cushioned chairs. Pulling out the bottle of juice to place on the table top next to the bottles of wine, to cups awaiting you both. 

Pouring your first cup, you are eager, excited to taste the almost sickeningly sweet flavor of the wine. It never seems to taste the same from any other winery or brewery or even in the company of others. 

Moments of comfortable quiet drift by as you slowly, steadily sip and savory the wine. 

When Diluc takes the first taste of your gift and his low moan of approval as he swallows. Oh. You could listen to that again and again. All husky, raspy delight that sends shivers down your spine. It feels good to bring any kind of bliss to Diluc, even the simplest kind by providing him a drink he loves. 

You get the mutual feeling of being watched as you drink, sighing and smiling at the taste, the feeling of nostalgia creeps up on you. 

"I remember the first time I tasted this wine. We were barely teenagers sneaking down into the cellar. I badly wanted to try the wine everyone in Mondstadt wouldn't shut up about," you recall it interrupting yourself with short, full breaths of levity. Far too amused by the memory to contain your laughter. "I- I asked. No- begged you to come down with me while your father was gone, saying I'd bring Kaeya instead if you didn't come, bluffing and you got as red as a flaming flower, grabbed my hand and pulled me all the way to the cellar and downstairs." 

Diluc huffs, crossing his arms over his chest, leaning back into the cushions of the sofa. "You knew how to push my buttons too well, half of the stuff I let you talk me into was completely foolish." Staring into the lit fire as he listened to you. 

"Just half?"

"Fine. All of the escapades I let you drag me along on were absurd." 

"Your welcome as I recall you had a lot of fun." 

"At the risk of a lot of trouble, you tested the lengths of even my father's generous patience." Diluc shook his head, the fondness in expression was plain as day. 

"Oh, remember the night after getting my gliding license, I dared you to join me on top of the cathedral to see which of us could get farther across the city, and you landed in a bush!" Several glasses of wine, one empty bottle of the tart and sweet berry alcohol and you felt even more relaxed, comfortable in the company of Diluc. 

"I, at the very least, remained dry. You were the one who crash-landed right into the fountain." Diluc smirked, sharp, sly as he chuckled, lightly tugging and adjusting the fabric of his gloves. Idle gestures as his cup stays on the table after a few sips. 

"I would rate my dive undoubtedly ten out of ten." By the Archons, it had been a miracle you both escaped from the knights of Favonius night patrol with the commotion you made, wet leather boots on stone top made you slip a few times in your dash to escape discovery. Diluc had kept a firm grip on your arm, tugging you back up and refusing to leave you behind. 

Then you remember, hiding away, pressed chest to chest, the chill of your soaked clothes clinging to you, the rise and fall of heavy, labored breaths. How close Diluc had been, that smokey, fiery scent that having pyro vision gifted him along with faint aroma of fruit thanks to the orchard of the dawn winery, he worked with his father on occasion. If you had just tilted your head up, leaned in--

"I know Kaeya was always jealous. I could talk you into anything but you refused his antics left and right." 

"It's different. I actually like you and spending time with you." Diluc's deadpan response pulls a ugly snort-laugh from you. His relationship with Kaeya is an odd one but you know deep down he cares for his brother even if things aren't exactly civil between them. 

"I feel so special." 

"As you should, I don't like people." His sarcasm, that is half-joke, half-truth keeps you laughing. 

The first wave of tiredness hits you, letting out an involuntary yawn. Your travels, the trek and fight from earlier catch up with you. Combined with the consumption of alcohol. 

"I think the wine is getting to me, I feel a little sleepy." You finish off your glass with one gulp, smooth like silk down your throat, the lack of burn makes it far too easy to want to empty all the bottles. Four. You'd certainly regret that in the morning. 

"I noticed." Diluc gets up first, three steps towards you, he is holding out his hand to you. 

"I can walk myself, I am not that drunk." You protest his offer while reaching out and taking his hand, entwining your fingers without a second thought. Diluc gives your hand a squeeze, his slender fingers lightly caressing the back of your hand. He guides you upstairs to your room as if you don't know the way by heart as if your room would ever change. 

"You would never ask for help yourself and you did break a vase the last time, even the smallest bit of intoxication seems to make you clumsier." Diluc gives his clear and absolutely unfair opinion. It happened one time!

It is really not necessary either to open the door for you, letting go of your hand only to press the large, warm palm of his hand against your back. Nor does Diluc need to kneel before you as you sit on the edge of the bed, unfastening your boots, removing your satchel and placing your belongings on the bedside table. 

"It is hilarious to hear you of all people, calling me out of not asking for help. Mister Darknight." 

Dliuc 'tsks' at the mention of his beloved hero name. "I am aware, that can be a little hypocritical." 

"A little?" 

"(Name)," Diluc speaks your name so tenderly, softly, as if the word itself is precious. "I simply want to help you, to car-" He clears his throat cutting off that train of thought. Pausing for seconds of silence pass, crimson eyes staring into your own. "If there was anyone I would accept help from it would be you." 

That is dangerously close to an admission of something else. And all every moment of the past, all the maybe(s), what-ifs, almost(s) flash through your mind. You could take the leap or let this become another memory to turn over and over in your head, wondering, wanting, yearning. 

"Get some rest." Diluc walks over to the door, standing in the open threshold of the room, hand gripping the door knob. 

"Diluc, wait" It's barely a whisper, so hushed and subdued. So low, he doesn't hear it and when Diluc looks over his shoulder, the short-lived courage in you has diminished and you can't bring yourself to voice all the longing, desire, love trapped in your heart. 

"Goodnight, Diluc."

"Goodnight, (Name)." 

[billiedeanhwrd]

you're my lobster

billie dean howard x fem!reader

summary: you enjoy a relaxing and playful evening with your girlfriend, billie dean <3

warnings: none, practically just fluff without plot

word count: 1090

a/n: i wrote this when i was very sleepy and very very lonely so there's tons of tooth decaying fluff :)

gif credits to @shootthemessenger and @central-perk-friends

It was a cold January evening, the wind whistling outside as you enjoyed your lover's warmth after a long day of video conferences and endless zoom meetings. you were both drained to the bone and all you wanted to was relax.

Naturally, you suggested re-watching Friends for the millionth time and the medium couldn't help but agree, you were just way too cute to handle, how could she refuse anything you said? Exactly, she couldn't, your cuteness made it impossible for her to disagree with you.

And that's how you two ended up cuddling in your pajamas on Billie's gigantic L-shaped sofa, laptop resting on Billie's lap, watching Ross walk in on Rachel and Joey making out while reveling in each other's body heat. No matter how cold it was, having your girlfriend close to you filled you to the brim with the most pleasant warmth.

"We should all have dinner... yes, we'll do it tomorrow night. I'll cook!"

"Uh, look, don't you think that'd be a little weird?"

"Weird? What? What's weird? The only thing weird would be if someone didn't like Mexican food, because I'm making FAJITAS!"

Billie's nose scrunched up as her laugh made butterflies explode in your stomach. No sound could ever come close to her angelic laugh. You let out a content sigh, shuffling around a little until your head was resting on her chest, your glasses slightly pressing into the side of your nose, but you were too tired to care.

Taking in a deep breath of your girlfriend's comforting floral scent after a yawn escaped you, made your eyelids feel gradually heavier and heavier until you couldn't hold them open anymore, the warmth and safety of your lover's arms coaxing you to sleep.

She started softly running her fingers through your hair after securing you tightly in her embrace, making you let out a soft moan as you nuzzled your head against her chest.

If heaven was a feeling, this was it.

About to fall into a deep slumber you didn't notice Billie glancing down at you, the lack of laughter coming from you strangely suspicious.

She gently stroked your arm, "y/n?"

You didn't respond, her soft, melodic voice only making you sleepier.

Billie raised her eyebrows as she teasingly asked, "pumpkin, are you sleeping?", her smile evident in her tone.

"Mmh", you intertwined your legs with hers.

She removed her arms from you and you whined at the loss of warmth. She sat up straight, putting the laptop aside, and patted your arms. "Let's go to bed then, hm?", she whispered, gently giving you a kiss on your forehead.

You groaned and clutched at her, refusing to leave this comfortable position. "Nooo, I wanna stay like this", you mumbled, your face pressed against Billie, your voice tickling her.

Billie chuckled, "come on, sleeping beauty, we can cuddle in bed too."

You groaned as you burrowed your face in your girlfriend's sweater, "but I'm so comfortable now, you're so warm."

Billie laughed affectionately at your grogginess, "I'll still be warm upstairs."

No reply.

Billie raised her eyebrows at your silence, as her hands made their way to your butt. Your squeak when Billie's fingers pinched the soft flesh there, made the medium let her head fall back as she laughed at you, her voluminous curls bouncing on her shoulder.

"I'm going to have to tickle you if you don't get up by yourself, sweetheart", she threatened as her fingers started gliding up to your stomach.

Her threat made you jump up so quickly, you almost fell to the floor. "I'm up! I'm up!". You smoothed down your shirt and tightened your ponytail, "please don't tickle me", you begged with a hint of humor in your tone.

Billie looked at you with narrowed eyes and a glint of mischief in them. "hmm, I don't know, babygirl"

She got up quickly and her sudden movement caused you to run up the stairs in shock, desperately not wanting to be tickled.

After turning off the lights in the living room, your girlfriend playfully chased after you, "you think you can run away from me?", she jokingly called out.

she peeked in the door when she reached your bedroom, "boo!", you squeaked as you hastily turned to her. It was just too easy for Billie to make you fall down, the quick turn you made taking away your balance enough for her to gently push your shoulders and have you land flat on your back onto the bed. She climbed on top of you and settled comfortably on your stomach, straddling you.

"Got you", she laughed, taking both of your hands into hers and pressing her lips to the back of your hands. Your heart was practically leaping out of your chest as your shocked expression was replaced with one filled with love and admiration for the woman on top of you, a soft smile gracing your face. Billie's eyes sparkling as she returned your loving gaze.

She slowly got up from her position and you scooted over to your side of the bed, making space for the medium. you maneuvered the blanket out from under you and held it open for her to crawl in next to you.

You watched her attentively as you patiently waited for her to get comfortable. she turned to you as she settled down and chuckled at your focused stare, she knew what you were waiting for.

She opened her arms for you, "come here, princess"

You laughed giddily and rushed with childlike eagerness into her arms, clinging onto her immediately. Billie returned your physical affection by protectively wrapping her arms around you, her hands then tracing hearts on your back.

"I love you-", you looked up at her with your big, Bambi-eyes, "-so much".

Billie was sure she could just explode from all the love circulating in her body, your girlfriend's expression overtaken by bursts of affection.

Her voice quivered a bit as she replied, "I love you, too, so much"

A deep breath helped her collect herself again and a sly smirk made it's way on Billie's face as she broke the comfortable silence. "One could even say you're my lobster."

Her smirk turned into an enormous smile as you squealed at the reference to your favorite show, squeezing her in excitement.

"I'm going to marry this girl someday", Billie thought to herself as she let out a contented sigh, basking in your love, her eyelids growing heavier as she let herself slowly be pulled into a peaceful sleep.

[chibinekochan]

How to become a Demon Ruler 107

Part:   01 I 02  I 03  I 04 I 05  I 06

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I'm pretty sad once we reach Diavolos office. This only means that he will let go of my hand. 

It feels just a bit lonely, but I don't allow him to see that.

  "Here we are and just in time too." Diavolo is pretty happy about this fact. 

"Very well done." Barbatos compliments Diavolo. Next, he looks at me and notices that Diavolo still holds my hand. He places a hand on his chin. It looks like he is thinking about remaking something. 

"Mind me asking what this is about?" Barbatos then just straight-up asks. 

"Hm? Oh, you mean holding hands? I wanted to prevent them from falling in the roses." Diavolo is confused for a moment but then quickly realizes it. 

"Are you alright?" Barbatos frowns and looks at me with worry. 

"It was a close call but Diavolo saved me." I shoot Diavolo a thankful glance. 

"This could have ended badly. I knew I should have been watching over you more carefully." Barbatos seems very bothered by the whole incident. 

"I'm fine though, so all is good." I don't quite see the issue. As long as I didn't get injured, it should be fine. 

Barbatos seems troubled by this.

  "You should trust me to be able to protect my sibling." Diavolo frowns slightly. 

"It's not that I don't trust your abilities. I just can't handle the thought of the young master getting hurt." Barbatos looks at me with seemingly conflicting feelings. 

"I'm glad that you worry about me, but I'm safe with both of you watching out for me." There honestly doesn't seem to anything that could hurt me with them around. 

"That's right we will always be here to protect you." Diavolo heartily agrees to this. 

"That should be evident. Maybe I was overly harsh just now, but please make sure to be careful." Barbatos agrees and then gently smiles at me.

"I will, thank you for caring about me." I feel a bit embarrassed by his words. 

Diavolo gives me an extremely pleasant smile. Barbatos smiles as usual, but I think he appreciates my comment. 

"Shall we get to work then?" Barbatos then brings us back to the reason to be here. 

Diavolo looks a bit beaten for a moment and sighs. He must hate this part of his job. "I guess I have no choice."

  I peek at the huge stack of papers and can only feel bad for Diavolo. 

"So you will sit over here and look through some papers and read some books I have prepared for you. I need to assist lord Diavolo for a while and will answer your questions later. There is some paper for you to take notes." Barbatos shows me to a small desk with a stack of books and papers. They rival Diavolos' stack. 

I internally sigh. This really doesn't look fun or interesting at all. At this moment I feel great sympathy for Diavolo. 

Barbatos must sense my disinterest. "If you are done with these, I will present you with a great treat." 

I perk up right away. "What kind of treat?" 

Barbatos is obviously pleased by my response. "Well, you will find out if you work hard." He looks like he grins, but I might imagine this. 

He got me yet again.

  "Will I get a treat too, once I'm done?" Diavolo seems equally excited by the prospect of a treat. 

"I wouldn't think you require one, but we will see." Barbatos sounds colder to Diavolo than to me. 

He is stricter with him than with me that much is certain. 

"I need one," Diavolo mumbles just loud enough for me to hear. 

I feel bad for him. Diavolo saved me and is nothing but nice to me. So, I make a decision. "I will make you some treats when I have my baking lesson."

Diavolo looks at me, surprised for a moment, and then he smiles at me so brightly that I see stars for a moment. 

"I need to work extra hard in that case." Suddenly he seems to burst from motivation. 

"So that is what is needed for you to work hard." This time Barbatos smirks. 

It's a very surprising sight.

  Then suddenly I feel like I'm excluding Barbatos. "I will make some for you too, Barbatos."

His eyes widen. Barbatos wasn't expecting this. "It is very kind of you to think of me."

"It's only natural. You do so much for me that I want to do something in return for you." It doesn't seem to be anything special to me, to be honest. 

Barbatos gives me the kindest smile.

  It seems like he never expected anything in return for all his help. Maybe he even expects me to resent him for all these lessons. Even when he only wants to help me.

  Soon after this, the boring part of the day starts. I have filled out human forms before and the demon ones aren't really all that different. I occasionally have to look up a word or some context, but it all somehow makes just as much sense as human documents to me. This is to say that I can fill them out as long as I don't ponder over them too much or lose myself in their deeper meaning. 

I make pretty good progress, even when I can't pretend that I understand what I'm doing. 

I mostly copy and paste information from the prefilled copies that Barbatos provided for me.

  "I wish we had a computer, that would make this so much faster. Especially if we would have a form that we could fill out on the computer and then just print out." I sigh and just let my frustration out. 

Diavolo looks at me with surprise. "There is such a device in the human world?" 

"Yeah, of course, is this news to you?" I'm a bit baffled since they do have rather modern phones. 

"Well… I never thought of that." Barbatos sounds genuine. 

I'm speechless. "We honestly could save a lot of work with a computer."

"I have no idea how to use one, but it does sound convenient." Diavolo is interested. 

"I heard about their abilities, but I'm a bit worried that lord Diavolo would play and never work." Barbatos has some pretty valid concerns. I can see that happening pretty easily. 

"It still would save a lot of work though and as long as Diavolo is motivated he could get faster finished and then play as a treat." I feel like I'm talking about a child right now. 

"You do realize that I'm right here, right?" Diavolo seems a bit of hurt. Even when he doesn't deny our concerns. 

"At any rate, I will think about getting one for the young master." Barbatos seems to have much faith in me. What makes me feel pretty good, but I'm a bit worried about Diavolo. He does look a bit sad. 

"That would be great, and I can teach Diavolo too. We might get pleasantly surprised." I put a small amount of faith into Diavolo. 

This makes him perk up immediately. "That sounds like a wonderful idea." 

"I'm not completely opposed to this plan but first you both should continue to fill out the documents that you have.

  Diavolo and I simultaneously sigh. 

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  Next up we will meet one of the demon brothers. Who will it be?