#he is looking particularly soft and irresistibility sweet in these. me oh my.

[daddy-long-legssss]

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[gojos-thot-patrol]

ignore that this is late, and short, it's been a hell of a week <3

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Synopsis: Nanami was always calm and composed, never losing his cool. It was a gift that became particularly handy when you were writhing on his cock, begging him to move, please. And he wanted too- God knows he wanted too. But you looks irresistible when you were this desperate, and he wanted to savor every second of it. Kinks: Cock Warming, Daddy, Degradation, Praise, and Edging

Nanami had always been patient with you, and now was no exception. He gently rubbed your hips through your slutty angel costume with his thumbs, almost smiling at the way you looked at him- with pathetic tear soaked eyes.

“Your s’ big..” You moaned softly, filling the sounds of his living room with your soft sighs. “It's too much..” It wasn’t fair. You were a shaking desperate mess, and Nanami looked as perfect as ever. Fake horns set perfectly on his head, red demon suit neatly fitted to his body- even the eyeliner along his water lines was smudged with perfect purpose. It all added to the intense arousal you were feeling, making you even more overwhelmed. 

“You can handle it Princess,” Nanami said as he wiped a tear from your cheek, “Daddy wouldn’t give you anything you can’t take.” He knows you can take him, you’ve done it countless times in the past. But, you always seemed to forget that fact when you were slowly sliding down on him, taking him inch by inch. Finally you were fully seated on him, letting out a shaky breath. You gripped the upholstery of his soft couch, trying to ground yourself. 

“Atta girl.” He praised. He loved seeing you like this, desperate and needy for him. He could feel your cunt flutter snuggly around him, and it drove him crazy. It was a feeling he was anticipating since he picked you up for the Halloween party, one he had grown addicted too. You quivered around him, taking him into your warm pussy and you tried not to focus on the way the fat tip of his cock rested on your sweet spot. If you did that before he started to move- you thought you might lose your mind.

You knew better than to ask for him to move. You knew better than to demand anything of Nanami. Patience was a virtue when it came to him, he’d give you anything you wanted with time. But, knowing that didn’t make waiting any easier. Patience may have been a virtue, but it was a virtue you severely lacked. 

“Aww, is my pretty girl feeling frustrated?” He asked as he brushed yet another overwhelmed tear from your face. You nodded, only for his fingernails to dig into your hips. You wouldn’t get another warning.

“Yes Daddy,” You confessed. He nodded his approval.

“Why are you so frustrated princess?” He asked with a slow roll of his hips, one that pulled out an almost pained moan from you. You moved to dig your manicured nails into him and bit your lower lip, fighting the urge to lash out at him when he didn’t move again. He couldn’t fight the small but wicked smirk that formed on his face as he took in your visage. Pent up anticipation taking over your entire body, your thighs trembling around his hips. God, he loved you. He loved how easily fucked out you were. He had barely even touched you and you were so so desperate for him. He’d be lying if he said it wasn’t a major ego boost.

“I asked you a question, brat.” He sighed, never happy to repeat himself. 

“I’m sorry…” You whimpered for your transgression, “I-I just want you so bad..”

“I’m right here Princess, you’re going to need to be more specific than that.” He hummed as he kissed your cheek. He decided to cut you a little slack, “Do you want me to fuck you Pretty Girl, is that it?” He asked with another teasing roll of his hips, sending sparks of pleasure through your core, “Do you want me to fuck you like the pretty little whore you are, fill you up like a slut?” 

“Yes, oh my god yes.” you begged. He could feel you clench around him, letting him know loud and clear how his words affected you.

“Yes what?” He was annoyed, but his tone was still laced with dark playfulness. 

“Yes Daddy.” You nodded and he ran his hand through your hair.

“You’ve been slipping up a lot tonight Princess,” He pointed out, “Do you really think you deserve to do anything other than warm my cock tonight?” Your eyes widened with panic at the mere suggestion he wouldn’t finish what he started.

“No daddy, please! I’ve been trying so hard to be good, please. I want you so bad..” you begged, “Please, let me be a good little cumslut for you.” It always made Nanami’s heart flutter when you spoke his language.

“Listen to you Princess,” He said, finally finally starting to move, rolling his hips up into you and finally giving you the friction you needed, “Begging like a whore for me. Do you even know how much of a little slut you are?” He asked. You moaned softly, moving your hips in time with his.

“I’m not a whore..”

“Yes you are,” He laughed, “Look at you, begging for me like a good little cocksleeve, fucked stupid when I’ve hardly touched you. You’re desperate for dick.” He smirked. He fought a moan as he bucked his hips up into you. Your thighs- plush enough to break an angel's fall- quivered around his hips and drove him feral.

And you were melting in his lap, the relief from finally getting fucked exploding in you and mellowing out into pure ecstasy in your core. Your body was always hypersensitive to Nanami, and his movements were quickly pulling you to the edge.

“I’m gonna cum, I’m-” You almost screamed when he pulled out of you, looking at him with desperate and angered eyes. Eyes that filled him with pride and a wicked sense of glee. “What, why-?”

“I didn’t say you could cum yet, did I Princess?” He purred softly to you, laying your back on the couch as he towered over you. You whined softly as you writhed under him. 

“No but-”

“No buts, you know the rules.” He said, slapping your pussy in warning. You yelped as he did, bending your knees as a reaction.

“Daddy! That hurt...” You whined, and he fought to not roll his eyes. 

“No it didn’t baby girl, you’re being dramatic.”

“Am not!”

“I’m going to do it again.” He said, and made good on his promise. It was different though, this time instead of shock, the lewd sound the slap made had you biting your lip as soft pleasure mixed with the pain. “Did you like that one Princess?” He asked. 

“Yes Daddy..” You knew better than to lie. 

“There was no difference between them. Daddy knows you better than anyone, baby girl, I won't push you more than you can handle.”  He promised. He leaned down and pressed a harsh yet measured kiss to your lips. One that was far quicker than you would have liked, and you found yourself chasing after him as he pulled back.

He moved down between your legs, kissing harsh hickies into the fat of them. He smiled at your dripping cunt, mouth watering as he watched it quiver. “Well, aren't you pretty?” He praised, grabbing you by your hips and pulling you closer to him, “So wet and needy for me, begging for my attention.” He punctuated his sentence with a sharp kiss to your clit, “and so sweet too. Absolutely perfect.” He purred.

Finally his mouth found your clit, possessively spelling his name in your sensitive nub with his tongue as his fingers slipped down to work at your wet pussy. His thick fingers started to work into you, curling up into your soft sweet spot and leaving your back curling off of the couch. Bliss was quickly building up inside of you, sparks of fire threatening to catch and burn into an inferno. 

You were on fire.

Your hands fell down to tangle into Nanami's hair, pulling him closer to your needy core as you blatantly rode his face. A shiver of euphoria ran down your spine, and you whined softly as you realized just how close you were. 

“Please, I need to cum so bad-” You begged, only for Nanami to take your hands out of his hair and pull back. You considered violating the Geneva convention. You had been denied twice at this point, and quite frankly it just wasn’t fair. “Daddy, please!” You whined, tears of frustration pricking your eyes and falling down your cheeks again. 

“Don’t worry Princess,” He assured you as he kissed away your tears, “You’ve been a good girl. I’m going to get you off, but I’m going to get you off on my cock.” He threw your ankles over his shoulders as he sunk back into you, pushing his entire length in all in one go. A choked moan ripped through your throat as he impaled you, your sensitive pussy struggling to accommodate the sudden stretch. 

“You feel so good Princess,” He praised as he set a brutal but measured pace. “So warm and tight-” He fought back a moan, “You were made for me, designed specifically to be mine. I’m gonna fill you up so full, You want that sweet girl?”

“I want that so bad.” You begged, getting lost in the pleasure he was giving you. You were barrling to the edge of a cliff, the precipice of pleasure, at ten thousand miles an hour with no breaks. Your sensitive body was exploding with lust and ecstasy with every thrust of Nanami’s hips, and you felt absolutely delirious with need. The pleasure was pooling quickly in your stomach, and it was going to overflow.

“I’m cumming!” you warned.

“Cum for me Princess, cum all over your daddys cock.” You were under Nanami’s spell, your body at his command. The moment he gave you permission, you were coming undone. Your thighs tightened and trembled, body suddenly feeling so heavy and yet so light all at the same time as stars exploded in your eyes. Your brain dumped all of the dopamine reserves into your bloodstream, bliss and ecstasy overflowing inside of you. 

Your cunt gripped down on Nanani, pulling him what felt impossibly deep, and bringing him to his edge. He pushed himself fully in. Thick cockhead pressed against your cervix as he came deep inside of you, warm thick ropes of his load filling you up and warming you from the inside out. He fucked you for as long sa he physically could, riding you through both of your highs. A plethora of curses mixed with your name fell from his lips before he finally collapsed on top of you. 

The two of you stayed like that for a moment, before he moved both of you into a more comfortable position on the couch. His cock was still nestled inside your welcoming cunt. He justified it by not wanting to make a mess. He kissed your cheek as he cuddled you close.

“Did I do good?..” You asked softly, sleep already threatening to take you. Nanami smiled fondly and kissed you again.

“You did amazing my love,” He praised, “Now get some sleep.”

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[theunholybastard]

I'm so sorry! The ideas just keep flooding in. A pair of inhuman ghouls of your choosing, on a crisp, rainy evening in October. Fluffy and smutty. 50% 50% on each and the decision on plot or no plot is up to you. Thanks!!

Hey, lovely! 👋 I'm so sorry for the long wait, kinktober took a lot out of me lmao, but I do hope that it was worth it! I had fun writing this one 😈

Rainy Evenings (Dewdrop x Rain Smut)

Tags: Porn With No Plot, Anal Sex, Creampie, Knotting, Light Biting, Gentle Sex, Praise, Fluff And Smut

What could be more relaxing than a nice, chilly afternoon, snuggled up in countless fluffy blankets with another warm body to hold, indulging in sweet treats and watching scary movies in the dark, with the sound of gentle rain pittering against the window in the background? Well, there is one thing that can make the already ideal situation even more pleasant; getting fucked raw.

That's the exact thought Rain and Dew had. As they lay spooning together on the couch, Dew bucked into Rain, a muffled moan spilling from Rains mouth as he bit down on a pillow to silence himself. Some cheesy low budget Halloween movie was playing on the TV, volume turned way down so the only thing they could hear was each others panting and breathless pleas for more. They weren't paying attention to the movie, even before they starting fucking, save for the occasional joke about how shit the acting was. They really didn't mind being lost on the plot.

Dew was fucking him quite gently for a change. He had previously had his way with the other Ghoul the night before, his poor little ass bruised and banged up, and Dew wasn't aiming to hurt his already sore hole even further tonight. He wanted to make him feel good, more pleasure than pain. Okay, maybe some light biting was involved, but c'mon, Dew can't help himself when it comes to that. And Rain definitely didn't seem to mind it.

"Fuck, you feel so good, Rainy..." Whispered Dew huskily, moving in and out of Rain agonizingly slow. He laughed deliriously, proceeding with another drawn out thrust. "Remember when you said we were just gonna watch a movie? Funny how quickly you started begging for my cock." Rain yelped at a particularly sharp thrust, a soft 'sorry' escaping Dews lips.

"H-how could I resist? You were g-grinding your dick on me the whole time." Sputtered Rain, eyes rolling back and jaw slack, plump lips parted beautifully. Fuck, Dew should've fucked that pretty mouth first. Well, too late now.

"Heh, I know. I just thought you'd make it through at least half of the movie before cracking." Dew snorted, speeding up the pace a little bit. He tried to be as gentle as he could, he really did, but how could he keep it up when Rain looks this damn good? All spread out for him, pale collarbone littered with small puncture wounds from Dews eager fangs. Absolutely fucking irresistible.

"Lucifer, that movie's so fucking boring anyways- ah, fuck! A-and your cock is so much better..." Rain mewled, his moans and whimpers growing louder and more desperate sounding as Dew sped up. "Hell, you f-feel so good, Dew. You're so big..."

"S-shit. Stop that."

"Stop what?"

"Fuck! Stop talking to me like that. You're gonna make me cum."

"Oh?" Rain smirked playfully. "Y-you don't wanna hear me talk about how good you make me feel? H-how much I love your cock stretching me out? How badly I want your knot inside me?" His words were filthy, egging on the already dangerously close Dewdrop to cross the finish line. He never had much patience, much restraint. He was going insane, and Rain knew that.

"Rain!" Dew gruffed in aggravation, tail coming down on Rains ass like a whip, warning him; silence or else. He can't cum this early, he just can't. That would be so goddamn embarrassing.

"I love you so much, Dew."

"Oh, fuck!" That was all he needed to send him tumbling over the edge, spilling inside of Rain with a deep growl, his knot popping inside and stretching Rain even further. The feeling of Dews knot filling him up, so big and wide to the point it's almost too intense, is enough to make Rain cum on the spot, coating the couch cushions in his spend. They can figure how to get that stain out later. Right now, all they can focus on is the immaculate bliss.

They were at the end of the movie now, the credits slowly beginning to roll, and they were more than satisfied with that conclusion. Dew is still deeply buried inside Rain, spooning and kissing tenderly, softly giggling and feeding each other the last bits of popcorn as they waited for Dews knot to go down.

There is nothing on this earth better, nobody they'd rather be with, and no place they'd rather be.

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[obey-only-me]

The Brothers and Diavolo’s First Kiss with MC By: Akuzondelivery

Lucifer

- You had stayed behind to help clean up after the student council. Lucifer stayed as well to walk you home.

- On the way out you dropped some of the folders and documents from today’s meeting.

- “I’ll help, you’ve already done so much. Thank you MC.” Those eyes and that smirk looked up to you.

- You suddenly felt how close you were to him and stiffened.

- It was Lucifer who was so good at reading you, he noticed your tensed demeanor.

- “What’s wrong?” His gloved fingers reached to tuck a strand of hair away from your face. Though you were trying to hide it at the moment.

- “No, nothing’s wrong. Ready to go?”

- You hurriedly placed the stray papers away and turned to a looming gaze.

- “Oh-!” Lucifer gently lifted your chin and placed a soft kiss on your cheek. Something he’d done to tease you in the past.

- He pulled away with a smirk, fully intending to stop there but something just clicked.

- He eased forward again to ensnare your lips in his. You let your impulses get the best of you as you kissed back, bracing yourself against his chest.

- Breaking for a moment his crimson eyes focused solely on you

- “I...lets continue this in my room.”

Mammon

- You sat together on the floor of your room while watching a drama.

- He had spent some time during the episode play on his DDD.

- “Hey! MC! Check it out, I’m on the new ad for that last shoot I did!”

- A lot of attractive female and male demons wore formal wear mixed with sportswear.

- And there dead center was Mammon looking as gorgeous as ever. For some reason you felt a rush of heat run to your face.

- “H-hey, what’s with that look?” Shit he noticed right away.

- Instinctively you covered your face with your hands to hide. “Don’t look dummy!”

- You hear him come closer, laughing like an asshole.

- “Oh so MC can’t be charmed by Asmo but by the Great Mammon?”

- You feel his hands on your wrists as he gently placed a kiss on your forehead.

- “C’mon, let me see your face. I want to enjoy this moment!”

- You lower your hands with a frustrated pout, face red like a cherry.

- “Aw don’t pout at-“

- You cut him off with a lip crashing kiss, leaning into him with a little more enthusiasm than you expected.

- There was a long pause after as you both stared at each other’s redden expressions of surprise.

- “You...you should...do that again.” He whispered, staring at your lips.

Levi

- You knock on Levi’s door with the final season of the newest anime craze from the human world.

- Today the two of you are bingeing the whole thing! Levi almost snatched you into the room already excited to start.

- You sit side by side with your finale survival kit. Tissues, bandaids, chocolate, blanket, Teddy Beel, and of course a Ruri-Chan plushie.

- Fast forward four hours and the chocolate is gone, the blanket is in use, and Levi had a bandaid on his hand that he slammed into the floor after a particularly hard to watch scene.

- “It’s just...so hard to say goodbye to this world.” Levi sobbed.

- “I know, my heart isn’t ready to say goodbye to Akira senpai!”

- “MC! I! Will be your Akira senpai!” Levi had turned to hold your hands together as he spoke.

- He seemed so serious but you knew he was caught up with the story.

- You smiled but couldn’t reply as he gave you a sweet and tender kiss.

- “That’s-that’s my confession...to you MC. I’m! I'm confessing to you MC!”

- You are absolutely stunned, thinking carefully a moment you return his kiss, throwing the blanket over you two to hide your blushing face.

Asmo

- You met up with Asmo to shop for a new casual outfit.

- After finding a store with lots of things you liked, Asmo asked for a fashion show.

- If a piece looked particularly good he would applaud and ask for a strut.

- After you were done changing into your street clothes Asmo is standing right outside the changing room door.

- Kabe Don, obviously still trying to enchant you even though it’s never worked.

- “You know I'd love to see you model some things for me privately.”

- You laugh, knowing how flirty he gets.

- “Well that’s too bad, I’d rather put on a show”.

- Without warning you leaned in to give him a quick peck on the lips.

- You whimsically brush pass a frozen Asmo toward the checkout counter.

- Asmo is taken completely off guard and sputters out an inaudible response.

- Determined to return the favor tenfold.

Satan

- You were in the library in Satan’s room, returning a book he leant you.

- He turned from a shelf he was scanning to greet you.

- After placing the book on a nearby table you leaned against the table while resting against it, facing Satan as he walked closer to you.

- “I’m glad you liked the book, there are a few more in that series you should try.”

- He brought over three other volumes and placed them on the table next to you. Very slightly his face grazed yours.

- He realizes how close he is to you after noticing your blush.

- “Your face is so red...what are you thinking?”

- You let out a small noise as he closes the distance between you, fitting himself between your legs as you hop to sit on the edge.

- Kisses you gently, intending to pull away until he feels you push back slightly.

- Thought he would just tease you but ends up holding your hips closer as he continues.

- Tongue gently asks for permission to enter before twirling and kneading yours.

- You’re a red, blushing mess when he’s done with you.

- “Hm hm, you’re so cute MC...”

- Goes for a few more kisses.

Beel

- You were meeting Beel at the gym to get a bite at Hell��s Kitchen.

- A game was coming up and he’s been training a lot more than usual.

- He had just finished his last set on the weight bench.

- “Give me a sec to clean up.”

- You wiped the bench down and waited for him to get out of the locker room.

- Beel had a twisted look of discomfort when he came back.

- “Ugh, my arm is sore. I might have done too much.”

- “Here, show me where.” You said while already grabbing the right bicep.

- Your fingers kneaded gently where the muscle felt tense, focusing on how firm his arm and the rest of him felt. All while standing so close together.

- Beel stayed silent until you looked up to gauge his reaction.

- Before you could ask anything he kissed you gently, lingering when you didn’t pull away.

- “That feels better, thank you”

- Maybe he didn’t think anything of it as a demon but you as a human were glued to that spot, savoring the moment.

- “C-can...I have another?”

Belphie

- You were waiting in the garden at your favorite napping spot.

- Belphie was on his way to join you but you’ve been studying a lot and couldn’t fight it anymore.

- He saw you spread out on your blanket asleep already and pouted slightly.

- “No fair, we were suppose to nap together.” He mumbled as he threw a pillow down next to you and slowly slithered himself around you.

- Loooong cuddles turned into tight hugs. Has your body always been this warm and soft? Suddenly he couldn’t get enough contact with you. He wanted more.

- You shifted slightly before turning around in his arms to face him.

- The way you smiled in your sleep was irresistible to him.

- Softly Belphie pressed his lips against yours. Trying not to wake you, he gave you several more kisses.

- After deciding he’d pushed his luck enough he pulled away, but you were already heading towards his lips with another kiss.

- You wore a sly look as his cheeks grew flush.

- Completely shocked he froze. “I couldn’t help it...I want to kiss you more too.”

Diavolo

- Was very excited to have you visit the palace. You had asked him for a gift next time he went to the human world.

- He had just arrived back and summoned you to his palace to show it off.

- You watched as he brought out a 2000 piece puzzle of kittens in a basket.

- “Humans love these right? I found so many of them and so cheap!”

- So precious, you can’t help but start the puzzle with him. He watched as you shared your strategy to make the puzzle easier.

- Diavolo listened to you intently, smiling while watching your nimble fingers dance around for the right piece. Spending time with you was more important to him anything.

- After completing a corner you noticed Diavolo had stopped putting pieces together.

- “Do you need a break?” You asked with a smile, knowing this could be overwhelming.

- Instead he lifted your fingers and gently brushed his lips against them. Your face beamed with a deep red glow.

- But the prince didn’t hesitate to take advantage of your frozen state, placing an equally soft kiss on your lips.

- “I’ll take that as repayment...”

[my-naughty-writings-and-musings]

Whirl/Reader

Time to crack in this new naughty blog and write all the self indulgent stuff I've been longing for... Short and sweet, but I'm always open to continuing should the good people request it.

Whirl is a sub because I want him to be one.

"You know, I think my audial receptors may have glitched last time, you mind repeating what made you want to do this tonight?"

You'd have lightly slapped the big bot, playfully of course, but it would have hurt your hand no matter how lightly you attempted it. Not to mention it would probably just get him more riled up. For the sake of your sanity, you settled for sticking your tongue out at him from atop his cockpit, crossing your legs as if cheekily sitting atop a throne. The rare opportunity to look down at him helped you feel far more cocky than usual. Even being naked, completely, didn't diminish the sense of authority. Still, you were far from regal as you chastised him. "Same reason as always; because I like you, dumbass. Stop trying to make me reconsider."

Pouting with surprising efficiency, he gave you his most pitiful look from below, aided by his admittedly adorable position sprawled out beneath you in all his gangly glory. It didn't hurt that the two of you had the added intimacy of being equally naked. Without your clothes you gained dominance, but with his spark and spike exposed... The resilience of anyone would have been tested as he pleaded. Because damn it all, he looked cute.

"Nooo, I mean; say the part where you describe exactly what you find most irresistible about me!"

There was a shifting beneath you after he finished speaking, and you realized much too late that he was purposefully curling up to look even cuter. That single yellow optic went straight into your soul as he finished his setup, claws gently supporting you as he begged with the closest thing a giant robot could get to a puppy dog stare.

"Please?"

Sitting down heavily on his protruding chest, you deflated with a sigh, playing the part of annoyed partner despite your boundless love for his antics. It was a little obnoxious how he always won, but you just adored him too much to care in depth. "Oh, fine..." you said at last, earning one of the smiles he did purely with his optics. Unable to help smiling back, you held your chin thoughtfully in your hand and looked him over. The big bot was plenty handsome by your standards, but you knew he was sensitive, and thus you had to be careful. His body carried plenty of features for him to be wary about. "If we're going by pure physical attraction-"

"Of course."

"I really like your shoulders." you said, gesturing to the area you were too small to reach. "Particularly how they accentuate your chest."

Whirl whined in the way only he could make endearing, wiggling needily beneath you once again. "Say it how you did before!"

"Seriously?" Came your slightly indignant response. As much as you wanted to please him, you were a tad impatient for some fun here, and didn't want to constantly start and stop the evening for his demands. Not that you'd ever needed to, but everyone had a limit...

"Pleeeaaassseee?"

Once more, you were broken, but this time you made a point to set a boundary. "Fine. But if you stop me again I'm just gonna use a vibrator and call it a night."

At that he looked quite pleased with himself, and the mood returned to one you could work with. Taking a breather, you tried to get your head into the space it had been in earlier, when you'd so gracefully sung his praises and gotten him as riled up as he was tonight. With both of you naked and in his berth, the inspiration came easier than you would have ever expected. In fairness, you had a lot to admire.

"One thing I find very attractive about you is how strong you are; not just in raw muscle power, but how your whole frame is solid. It starts up top." you purred, settling down from a dominant seated position into something that allowed actual movement. On your stomach, you slid slowly to his face, crawling carefully over his armor and hoping your careful pace would be read as sexy instead of cautious. Judging by the fact his optic was as wide as a sun, you were having fantastic success. Allowing your body to rest against his powerful chassis, you slid your fingers along the warm armor as you spoke. "Big, tough shoulders on a broad, handsome chest. I bet you could punch a bot to pieces."

"You know I have." he replied, voice rumbling beneath you as he managed to purr with only the tiniest bit of a whimper.

Eager to take him further, you say up and spread your legs, straddling him so he could feel the heat of your own arousal. The gentle hum of his internals sent a shudder up your spine. "Then, under this brilliant spark there's some powerful weaponry... I've seen you shred bad guys with these, and it's never anything but thrilling."

"All for you, babe." he whispered, optic lidding in lust filled adoration. A tender claw stroked your hair back, and for a moment he looked lost in a total daze. It was only when you gently took hold of the tip that his mind snapped back to the present. "Uh, what else?"

"Down low..." Getting right back to your flirting after his response, you once more began to work downwards. Past the protruding chest and the barrels of his guns, you knew he couldn't see you as well, so you focused on narrating every careful motion. The expanse of his corset like waist stretched out before you like a banquet. Grinning at the proud but needy mast of his erection, you tempered your own enthusiasm for his sake. It was growing increasingly apparent he was trembling despite his best efforts, and you wanted to coax more of that out of him. "You have lean, lovely, shapely hips." you said eagerly. Inching your way down to the eager parting of his thighs, you felt your mouth begin to water as you traced the beautiful and streamlined armor that accentuated the plentiful length awaiting your arrival. "Perfectly sculpted to guide me exactly where I want to be."

A soft moan marked the beginning of his total submission, as well as your arrival to his spike. Head going fuzzy with want, you decided to show your appreciation more through actions than words, if only to satisfy some of your own desire. Given that he was over three feet long, you had plenty to sample. Experience led you to embrace the heated erection as you got comfortable between his legs, the soft and smooth mesh like heaven against your skin as he trembled hard enough to rattle his armor.

Curling up just enough to look down at you, his optic crests over his chest just as you wrap your hands over the swollen tip. Love and lust overflow from his expression while he moans openly and helplessly. Your prior talk had clearly wound him up something fierce. Truthfully, you were fairly certain he had a praise kink, and playing dumb was the only way he could think to satisfy it, because Primus forbid he just ask... Now wasn't the time for such thoughts, however. You wanted to please him as he deserved.

"I can keep talking, or I can use my mouth for other things."

Whimpering shamelessly, he spread his legs and arched into the attention, all of him yours for the taking.

[abbynx]

Evening (Suzie Quatro X Reader)

Genre: Romance

Grinning to yourself, idle fingers daintily grasping the teacup's handle, your gaze bounces up at the sapphire eyed beauty seated across you, as she enjoyed her cup of evening tea with a wooden-bound book in hand, oval framed spectacles perched on the bridge of her nose. Her golden curls framed her pale, alabaster skin with a soft smile in her features hinting her enthusiasm towards the literature set between her fingers. You watched as the sapphire eyed blondie holds her teacup with her manicured hand, lifting to take a gentle sip from the steaming drink when the smoke fogs her glasses causing her to adorably pout. She jerks her attention away from the compiled literature and directed it towards you after hearing your melodic giggle.

"Hmmmp," she playfully glares at your direction, sticking her tongue out in a childish manner in which you returned the gesture with you lightly thumbing your nose. "You're so childish!" She giggled. Ahhh, the voice of an angel, sending cute little nudges in your guts for the butterflies to feed on. It was just so damn irresistible, intoxicating, and you couldn't get enough of it.

She's so damn cute...

"Says the one who started it!" you shot back with a laugh, playfully throwing her a half-bitten biscuit, which hits her arm. The blonde Italian sharply gasps, before giggling with a glint of mischief in her eyes, preparing to retaliate when you heard a solemn throat clearing behind you. Alarmed, you glanced over your shoulder to see your mentor.

"I'm sorry to disturb your playful banter, but it's time for your Hamon training, Y/N." Lisa Lisa instructed, crossing her arms on her chest. "It's late, but the atmosphere tonight is perfect."

"Of course, Madam... I'll head on." You nodded, setting your cup of tea down to its saucer.

"How many times do I have to tell you, just call me Lisa Lisa. I am your teacher but that doesn't mean you have to use formalities." The fifty year old woman sighs, lightly shaking her head. "No matter, but please avoid using formalities from now on. Hell, you might as well call me mother."

"R-really?" Your head perked up in disbelief with a grin. The woman smiled in the slightest, amused with your sudden amusement.

"I basically raised you, so you might as well."

"Alright then. I'll head off to train. See you later, mother~" you skipped on your way out, as the mentor shakes her head in amusement with a chuckle, whilst Suzi giggled along your antics.                                                        ~~~ "Ahh, it's been so long since Caesar came here. I wonder when he would return..." You muttered under your breathe, after destroying a target practice. Retrieving your Hamon coated whip back to its holster, you took a quick breather by sitting on a rock, overlooking the view from above one of the many towers. "That bubble blowing child might as well write me a telegram. It's been too long, he hasn't returned my boo-"

"BOO!"

"- GAH!" you screamed, when a pair of hands landed on your shoulders. The girl giggles, sitting beside you as she watches you catch your breathe. "Suzi! I almost used Hamon on you!"

"Well you didn't, so I'm in the clear." The sapphire eyed beauty softly smiles, interlacing her slender fingers in yours.

"Why are you here? You could've waited for me to come back." You sighed, securing your whip around your hip. "For all we know an enemy would attack... And I can't risk you getting in danger! You already know that a group of people are after Lisa Lisa's harboured treasure, right? And they certainly won't stop until they get it, even if they use the means of murder."

"You really need to drop your guard sometimes, (n/n). Relax, enjoy the breeze!" The blonde enthusiastically spoke with glee. "We're safe in this island... We're alright."

You huffed, firmly clasping her hand back as you ran your thumb over the softness of her hand. You couldn't stay mad at her, you'll be honest. She's just too sweet, too adorable for you to stay mad at her. To be honest, she's right. You really needed to calm down but... Her presence was enough for you to remember how to cool you down... But not completely. Within her presence, you feel things other than calm. Intoxicated, delicate, special... Ahh, the girl is simply just too much for you, but you couldn't get enough of her at the same time.

"Well, your presence is enough to calm me down..." You muttered under your breathe, meant to be for your ears only, when the blonde glances at you.

"Really? I do?" She points at herself with a flattered glint in her eyes.

"Well... Yes..." You reddened in embarrassment, as you didn't plan for her to hear it. "Ahh, dammit Suzi... Stop being so damn breathe-taking."

"So I am your weakness now?" She giggled, lightly nudging her shoulders against yours to send you lightly swaying to the side.

"In a way, yes..."

It was meant to be a light-hearted comment but... Your mind can't help but to spiral elsewhere from wholesome. Suzi was indeed your weakness, you can't stand the fact there was always a possibility she'll be used against you and you resent the idea, burned the idea away from the back of your head.

"Ugh, you don't look so good when you frown like that!" You snapped from your thoughts when Suzi grunts, in which you were offended by her sudden blunt remark. "Come on! Show me that beautiful smile yours!" She teases, cupping your cheek in her palm, her thumb placed by the corner of your lips and gently stretches your cheek to mimic a smile.

You rolled your eyes at her effort, as she coos and teases about how you should always smile to prevent growing wrinkles, when you pressed your lips against hers, effectively interrupting her. Suzi was stunned for a moment, before melting into your kiss. After pulling away, you caught a glimpse of the fiery red cheeks of the oh so adorable dork of a woman.

The blonde Italian woman gently sets the tip of her fingers to touch her lips, face painted red. "W-what was that for?" The range of her voice higher than usual, implying her obvious flustered demeanor.

"Well you told me to smile and your methods were particularly ineffective. So I took it upon myself to fix that~" you giggled, wrapping your arm around her waist and pulling her close for a side-hug, pressing her another giggly kiss on her cheek.

"Ohhh, that's no fair! How come you're not flustered?" Suzi Q complains with a childish pout, crossing her arms under her chest.

"Being calm and collective is a major requirement for a hamon user, my darling~" you whispered, hot breathe fanning her skin, lips touching her ear with every syllable. The rosy cheeked beauty shuddered with delight. "Hmm? Are you cold?" You asked, as she physically shivered.

"Ahhh yes... It's colder than usual today..." She awkwardly laughs, averting her gaze as she intended to bring a jacket awhile ago but with her excitement to see you, she forgot all about it. Suzi softly gasps, as the soft sensation of your scarf loosely coils around her neck, effectively warming her up. Her heart hammered in her chest, endeared with your concern and care. She held into the soft, cottony material around her neck, lightly inhaling your faint scent that clung to it with a soft smile.

Ahh, no wonder she fell in love with you... Your affection and care certainly had an effect on her and she simply adored your perseverance and protectiveness. It makes her feel... Secure and safe, and most of all, loved. And she was lucky to find someone who's as strong, loving, kind, and caring as you.

The blonde leans her head on your shoulder, nuzzling her head against the crook of your neck with a contented sigh, her fingers still interlaced with yours, giving you a light squeeze.

"I love you, Y/N... Very much."

"I love you too, Suzi..."

Ahh your history with Suzi... Well, no one knows of this relationship, not yet at least. You were afraid of the risk of the display of a relationship as a target for your weakness. You couldn't bare the fact that danger lingers in every inch of the corner ready to strike. And the Hamon user you are, one of the few of Lisa Lisa's powerful disciples, you are confident of your abilities but the thought of failure was still present in your mind.

Sweet, serene moments such as this were rare and to be honest, you cherished every single moment of it. If you're not training, you were busy worrying about attacks from opponents. It came to you as a shock that you'd the time to develop and harness feelings for her, let alone having a secret relationship with her.

You softly smiled, running your thumb over her porcelain knuckles.

You were bred to fight and defend, and it seems that it's all you do... It was honestly getting old but... You don't mind risking your life if it means she'd be sleeping peacefully at night, with you having no worries about her whereabouts.

[johaerys-writes]

Dorian Pavus/Trevelyan

A World With You, Chapter 39: Rebel Song

The gang returns to the war-torn Orlesian countryside, and the welcome they receive is far from warm. Banter and action, this time with even more terrible jokes because Sera has come with :’D

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Tristan rubbed his eyes with a yawn. The steady rocking of his horse and the thick, humid heat was making him sleepy. His backside wasn’t at its best either, admittedly: they had been riding for the better part of the week, and this day was already drawing near its end.

The journey through the Orlesian countryside had been everything that Tristan had expected, and worse. So, so much worse. His advisors had warned him that things would be different from when he had last been to the place, but even their expectations had been inaccurate, by a fairly large margin.

He and his party had followed the Imperial Highway for as long as they could- the only road, really, that was still accessible to travellers for the most part. Most other great roads, as the various Inquisition agents at the outposts they had stopped along the way had informed them, had been closed off by the barricades set up by either Gaspard’s or Celene’s armies, or were unsafe for small groups to traverse. That, too, was new: the number of outlaws and bandits had increased tenfold during the months Tristan had been away- and it hadn’t exactly been smooth sailing the last time, either. Last time around it had been bands of Freemen roaming the land- this time, it was men and women that evidently had even less than the deserters from the armies to lose and preyed on whoever was poor or desperate enough to travel the countryside alone without arms or protection. They were vicious, but cowardly, never taking on large or armed groups, and swore no allegiance to anyone at all.

Which raised the question: where were the Freemen?

“There haven’t been any sightings in weeks, Ser,” an Inquisition scout informed him, when they’d stopped for the night at an Inquisition camp just past Lydes. “After word has spread of your victory in the Emerald Graves, most of their camps were deserted soon after. Some say that they’ve returned to their homes, those who still had one, while others claim they have all moved out of the plains and gone to the West, where there are still empty places for them to settle, and no one to come after them.”

“The West?” Tristan had asked the young woman in curiosity. “There’s nothing past here at all, and all western roads lead to the Badlands. Even the Freemen that are left cannot be that desperate.”

The scout had simply shrugged.

It didn’t make much sense to Tristan- but then again, not much of what the Freemen did made sense to him. For the next few days, as they steadily trudged along the Imperial Highway, alongside throngs of refugees and the occasional merchant caravan that was still bold enough to brave the war-torn countryside, they kept passing by abandoned camps, or the old manors and watchtowers that had been claimed, rummaged, and then left to ruin by the Freemen. Apart from the occasional travel weary and worn down infantry division from either Celene’s or Gaspard’s armies, whose officers merely pretended to keep an eye over the towns and villages that had been claimed during the war, the only other people they encountered were beggars or tired and scared men, women and children with dirt smudged faces and clothes that were about to fall off their skinny shoulders.

Orlais really, really couldn’t get much worse than this.

With a sigh, Tristan straightened on his saddle, rolled his shoulders, tilted his head this way and that. Travelling on horseback all day did not agree with him, and the devastation all around him did nothing to lift his mood. He could feel his stomach churning and his head throbbing ever so slightly as the rays of the setting sun fell straight into his eyes. The only thing that settled his upset stomach on those days was his fine Antivan brandy, though he had been careful not to drink too much. He needed to stay alert, and the humid heat that surrounded them like a blanket took most of the edge off all by itself. Tristan could already feel his eyelids drooping, and it wasn’t even nightfall yet.

Well. One swig couldn’t hurt much, could it?

From atop his bay gelding, Dorian shot him a curious look when he saw him tipping his flak over his lips. Tristan swallowed the mouthful of brandy, then raised his eyebrows at him in question.

“How come you still have enough of this?” Dorian asked him in a low voice, steering his horse so he was riding beside him. “I thought you would have finished it days ago.”

“I’ve been careful with it,” Tristan replied as he carefully screwed the flask’s cap shut. “I only brought the one, and we still have weeks ahead of us. What?” he asked when Dorian blinked.

“Nothing, nothing. I’m just… impressed that’s all.”

“Are you? I don’t know whether to feel proud or concerned that you think my resolve so brittle.”

“Brittle?” Dorian chuckled softly, “Not at all. I don’t know anyone that’s more stubborn than you are, in fact.”

“Except for you, you mean?” Dorian rolled his eyes, and Tristan grinned. How he liked to tease him. His lips that pursed ever so slightly, his eyebrow that lifted just a bit, the rueful little glances he shot him out of the corner of his eye before he looked away. How he managed to be irresistible even when irked, Tristan could never understand. It made him want to tease him all the more.

“In any case,” Tristan said casually, slipping the flask back in his coat pocket, “if you wanted a sip, all you had to do is ask. I’ve seen how you keep eyeing my flask.”

Dorian huffed a laugh. “Trust me, amatus, your flask is the last thing I keep eyeing.”

“Yeah, amatusss, your ‘flask’ is the last thing he’s been eyeing,” Sera snickered from the next horse over. “The first thing he’s been eyeing is your—”

“Sera,” Dorian hissed in warning. “Don’t say it. Don’t you dare.”

“What? I was only going to say his arse.”

Dorian turned to glare at her, outrage writ all over his face. Sera burst out in wicked, high pitched laughter that made several of the weary travellers that were trailing alongside them on the Highway stop and gawk at them. Tristan bit his lip down hard to stop himself from laughing as well, but it wasn’t long before Dorian’s murderous glare was directed at him.

“You, too?” Dorian asked him pointedly.

Tristan gave him an apologetic little smile, still trying to stop himself from following Sera’s example, who seemed incredibly amused at having riled Dorian. “I mean,” he said in a strained voice, trying his best to keep a straight face, “she’s probably right. You’re not very subtle.”

Dorian clicked his tongue and punched him lightly on the shoulder, just as Sera slapped her thigh and cackled even more loudly. She laughed until her brown gelding whinnied in protest to her jerky movements and tossed its head back, causing Sera to almost lose her balance.

Dorian sniffed in disdain, then kicked his horse forward, his back straight and his head held high in defiance.

“Oh, come on—” Tristan laughed, following him with Almond. “It was just a joke!”

“No, it wasn’t!” Sera cackled after them both. “I call them like I see them!”

“Not listening!” Dorian replied with a wave of his hand, his golden rings glittering in the disappearing evening light.

From atop his horse, Iron Bull let out a deep, throaty chuckle. He stood almost two heads taller than everyone else, sitting tall and straight on the enormous draft horse Master Dennet had managed to find for him. It was a tough and calm mount, slow but sure footed, meant to draw carriages and plough carts rather than being ridden, but there had been no other horse suitable for the large Qunari.

It’s no Asaarash,  Iron Bull had said when he saw it, but it will have to do. Better than my own legs could, anyhow.

“With all the racket you three keep making," he said, "I’m surprised no Freemen have come crawling out of their hideouts to attack us. I would kill for some entertainment right now.” He winked at Solas, who was riding beside him on his chestnut coloured hart, “Get it, Solas? Kill for entertainment?”

Solas let out a small, exasperated sigh. “Yes, I do get it, Iron Bull. Unfortunately, the jest continues to be lost on me, as it has been the last five times you said it.”

“Ah, that’s ‘cause none of you can appreciate a good joke,” Bull laughed with a dismissive wave. “I tell you, those guys are just hiding in the bushes, waiting for us to lower our guard.”

“I highly doubt that.”

“Want to bet on it?” Bull grinned.

Solas only frowned and looked ahead of him.

After this, they rode for a while in blissful silence, with Dorian’s annoyed pout relenting only after Tristan promised not to tease him again, then proceeded to peel an apple for him and carve it in the shape of a duck with one of his sharpest knives. It didn't look particularly good, but the apple was still sweet and crisp, and a soft blush had crept up Dorian's cheeks when he'd accepted it, so Tristan couldn't complain much.

Darkness fell all around them, and with it heavy clouds gathered overhead and a thick layer of mist covered the earth. The terrain changed slowly and steadily, with the tall grasses giving way to small thickets dispersed through the expansive land, and the flat plains rising in low, rolling hills. The air was so thick and humid that it made Tristan’s clothes stick to his skin, and the horses’ movements slow and sluggish. It wasn’t long before a droplet fell on his head, then another. Soon, raindrops were gliding past Tristan’s collar and the openings of his boots, warm like sweat.

“We’ll need to find shelter soon,” Tristan told them all, squinting in the half dark. The people travelling alongside them had dispersed with the approaching dusk and the rain, until it was just the five of them on the wide, hard packed dirt road. They should have reached the Inquisition outpost close to Verchiel a good two hours before, but the barricade that had been set up by Celene's soldiers at the Fleurcolline passage had greatly delayed them. Now they were stuck in the middle of nowhere, and with not much hope of reaching the outpost until dawn came.

“We can’t ride for long in this weather," Tristan said, gathering his coat around him, "and it’s dangerous to travel after dark.”

The rest of his party didn’t seem overly pleased to continue travelling like this either, with Dorian muttering curses under his breath as he wrapped himself in his leather overcoat, and Sera’s gelding tossing its head back in annoyance whenever the elf fidgeted on the saddle, which was a near constant occurrence. Bull and Solas seemed far less perturbed by the foul weather, yet no less tired.

“Shall we set up camp?” Solas asked, looking around.

“If you can find a decent spot,” Tristan grumbled. There was open space all around them, with only a few thickets of miserable trees that would probably not provide any shelter from the rain. The ground, too, was covered in mud, and he didn’t relish the notion of sleeping in a soddy tent, or having a miserable dinner of hardtack and cold cheese. Even Dorian’s and Solas’ magic couldn’t keep a fire going for long if there was no dry wood to be found.  

He let his gaze wander off into the distance, and was rewarded when he saw flickering lights, not too far ahead. A glance at his map confirmed his hopes; there was a small town nearby, one that the agents of the Inquisition they had last met had said was amongst the last standing this side of Orlais.

“What are we waiting for, then?” Sera asked when Tristan drew all of their attention to the village. “On we go, chop chop! Been dying for a mug of ale for hours.”

Solas glanced at the lights warily. “Do you know who is in charge of this town?”

“No one, as far as the scouts knew,” Tristan answered. Horville, as the place was called, used to be a crossroads town, meant for merchant caravans to stop and rest their horses and riders. Most of the buildings were inns and shops, with only a few houses for the people who worked there. After the war had broken out, it had been primarily frequented by the infantry and cavalry divisions that crossed the plains from time to time, staying only for a short while before moving on to the next post. It had been intentionally kept as a neutral ground of sorts, with no one army claiming ownership over the small town and its businesses.

Solas’ expression darkened. “No one that we can see, perhaps.”

Tristan considered Solas’ words for a few moments. Perhaps it was somewhat reckless to walk into a town that they knew so little about, but in the end his hunger and exhaustion seemed to overcome his suspicions. Dorian and Sera were none too quick to agree when he suggested they all ride to the small town in search of an inn to spend the night. No matter who was in charge of the village, they would hardly deny some weary travellers some rest, especially those with coin to spend. Right?

“Who are you, and what business have you?”

The guard standing behind the oak and iron-wrought gate had a gruff voice and an ever gruffer appearance, only partially illuminated by the lamp he held before his face. It was half hidden by his dark hood, but Tristan could still see the unkempt beard and the pock marks on his cheeks. Despite his rough appearance though, his cloak seemed sturdy and well made, and the leather handle of his sword hilt freshly worked. Business was going well in Horville, it seemed.

Tristan pushed his own hood back, and in his best Orlesian, he said, “We’re travellers, looking for shelter from this rain. A warm meal, too, and some drink to wash it down. Are you not going to let us in?”

The man squinted at them. “Don’t get many travellers like yourselves around these parts. Not anymore.”

“It appears you have now.” He let his lips curl in a cold smile, willfully ignoring the man’s hand that was already straying to his sword. His own hand slithered within the folds of his coat, pulling out his coin purse. “We’re not going to be any trouble. I assure you.”

The gold coin that Tristan tossed in his direction flipped in a small arc, catching the light of the lamp before it was snatched in the air by the guard’s practiced hand. The man’s beady black eyes widened when he beheld the coin, then his gaze flicked to each one of them in turn. After a few brief moments of intense scrutiny, he sniffed and jerked his head to the side, signalling for the men behind the gates to let them in.

“Keep an eye on your beast,” he said gruffly as their horses passed him by, shooting a baleful look at the Iron Bull’s horns. Tristan turned to glare at him, but the man only sniffed again and spat on the ground.

“Sour tit,” Sera mumbled under her breath, glaring daggers at the man over her shoulder. “Should have looked at his own ugly mug.”

“Pay him no mind, Bull,” Tristan told the Qunari in a low voice as he led his horse down the narrow cobblestone street. “Most of these people have never seen a Qunari before in their lives.”

“No worries, Boss,” Bull said, his lips widening in his usual, easy smile. “I’ve heard worse while sparring with the boys. These guys have probably seen their share of trouble. Can’t blame them for being cautious.”

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[cake-writes]

Control

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: filthy smut with a smidge of fluff, femdom, restraints, blindfold, 18+

Word Count: 1.7k

THE MOOD™ CONTINUES. Inspired by this ask. Oops.

Bucky isn’t one to relinquish control. He needs it like he needs air, needs to be two steps ahead of any situation, needs to feel like he’s ready for whatever might come his way. And when he’s in control, he is. He’s always ready.

Except when you tempt him not to be.

Your lips and tongue taste of fine champagne, tart and strawberry sweet – heady with love and lust and everything he’s ever wanted. When he kisses you a little more roughly, your pretty plum lipstick smears. It stains his mouth, and then his cheek.

Just a peck.

Just enough to disarm him before you shove him down onto the bed. His body bounces a little when he lands on the mattress, and Bucky stares up at you in surprise.

Boisterous laughter echoes through the hallway from Tony’s party downstairs, but the bedroom is eerily silent. All he can hear is the thrum of your heartbeat.

“I want to try something new,” you suggest, breathy with want, and Bucky caves. He gives in even though he has no idea what ‘something new’ might mean. He trusts you. That’s enough.

That’s why his hands are wrapped around the slats in the headboard – not tied, but held down by a command. Bucky doesn’t want to know what you’ll do if he disobeys. There’s a glint in your eyes he hasn’t seen before, one that concerns him a little but it excites him a hell of a lot more.

Something new.

The blindfold comes next, and his fingers tighten just a little around the wooden slats. He can’t see, but that’s the appeal. His other senses more than make up for it. He can hear the shuffling of your clothing, feel the infuriatingly slow way you peel away his own, and his head lulls back against the pillow.

He’s still in control.

The air is cool against his sweat-slickened skin, hot from all the socializing and the monkey suit he’d been forced to wear. His cock springs free when you pull down his boxers, and he lets out a shaky breath because he’s embarrassingly hard.

“Darlin’,” he rasps. “Doll. Don’t tease.”

He’s still in control.

Your laughter rings through the room, musical and alluring. “Not teasing, Buck. Just taking my time.”

He huffs, impatient. “Well, don’t.”

The rest is unspoken: I need you.

You tut just a little and gently wrap your fingers around him. It’s not sudden, per se, but the unexpected contact makes him jump. He hadn’t heard a thing, hadn’t felt the mattress shift at all.

“What’s wrong?” you ask, hot breath ghosting a trail down his abdomen. “We’ve got all night, don’t we?”

Absolute fucking tease.

“You made me wait three hours,” is all he manages, the beginnings of a protest before your tongue swirls around the head of his cock. “Three… Three hours seein’ you in that dress and you’re… fuck, can’t touch you, can’t even look at you—”

Bucky promptly cuts himself off with a groan when you swallow him down, every single inch, with a certain practiced finesse that drives him up a wall. Then you withdraw – suck on the head for another moment before you release him with a wet pop.

“Hands,” you warn, and the authoritative tone you use shoots through him like electricity. His hands immediately return back to the headboard, on instinct – muscle memory from taking orders so many times in the past, and he soon finds himself wondering when he’d even moved them.

“Good boy,” you purr, and his face burns hot with embarrassment.

He’s still in control.

Right?

Then the bed creaks as you straddle him – slow, just like the rest of your teasing. He feels the fabric of your gown brush against his thighs and abdomen, satin and lace; feels your silky-smooth legs press into the mattress on either side of him; feels your slick heat against his cock for the briefest of seconds before you pull away, and he can’t help the whine that escapes his throat.

He’s not in control.

His cock is aching, bordering on painful because you’ve been teasing him for three fucking hours and he’s desperate for release. “Sweetheart. Baby. Let me fuck you, please—”

“Shh,” you coo, taking hold of him once again to line him up properly this time. “Just lay back. Let me take care of you.”

But you don’t. Not yet, anyway. Instead, you sluice the head of his cock through your slippery folds, but you don’t let him inside. You only hint at it – give him a sneak preview of what’s to come.

“God, you’re—” Bucky starts, but you rock your hips against him and the protest dies on his lips.

“What was that?”

That tone again. This time, it makes him twitch in your palm.

“You’re a tease,” he tries again, but there’s no anger in his tone. Just laughter. Mockery, almost, but he’s not the type and he’s far too turned on for such a thing anyway. “Take care of me? That’s what you say, but—”

But he doesn’t get to finish his complaints because you sink down on him all the way. The breath catches in his throat at the sensation – tight, irresistible heat – and he feels, then, how absolutely soaked you are for him.

For the control.

“Hmm? Am I still a tease?”

Bucky can just imagine the mischief in your half-lidded eyes, the gorgeous flush on your face, the playful smile on your lips. You’ve always loved getting him all worked up, he knows, but not like this. Never like this, at least not until now.

“Always,” he croaks, and you lean down to kiss him again – soft and sweet and slow. As if to confirm that yes, that’s right, you are a tease. Your breasts press into his chest as your teeth drag along his lower lip, and he groans into your mouth.

Then you pull away again. “Hands.”

Delicate lace between his fingertips falls to the wayside immediately, but he can’t suppress the shiver that goes through him at the command. He feels your walls clench around him in response, particularly when he returns his hands back to the headboard – reluctant, he resigns himself to his fate.

He’s not in control, but he trusts you. And, well, he knows how much you love this. He can tell.

“Tell me what to do,” Bucky whispers, then – quiet, almost shy, but not quite. He’s not new to power play; it’s just been a very, very long time since he’s done something like this, and he’s rusty. Not to mention he never thought he’d do it again. Not after everything he’s been through. “Tell me what you want.”

That’s okay. He’ll only do it with you.

He hears you swallow the lump in your throat – a brief pause – and then you lean down to trail kisses along his jaw.

“What I want,” you breathe into his ear, “is for you to behave.” Fingers curl in his hair and tighten – tug it sharply at the roots. A punishment. “Don’t give me orders.”

“I’m—I’m sorry,” he’s quick to reply, but hell if he doesn’t get off on the pleasurable pain, especially when he feels you clench down around him once again. “What do you want?”

A question this time. Not an order.

He’s learning.

Plum lipstick stains the skin of his neck, now, but not as much as the bruise you suck against his pulse. “I already told you, honey. Let me take care of you.”

You don’t give him the opportunity to answer, however, because you’re kissing him again. It’s a rough kiss, one that takes his breath away when your tongue delves into his mouth.

Strawberries and champagne.

He’s not in control, and that’s okay.

Your hips rock forward again, and Bucky gives himself over to you completely. Not only can he hear how wet you are, but he can feel it in the perfect glide of skin on velvety skin. He can feel you, so ready and wanting to take care of him.

When your heartbeat quickens, he hears that, too.

“You—You’re soaked,” he stammers. “Jesus, sweetheart. Gonna take real good care of me, huh?”

No laughter this time. No mockery.

“Yeah,” you tell him, peppering kisses down his neck to his collarbone. “Yeah. Wanna make you feel good.”

Bucky’s eyes finally flutter shut at the sensation. Even with the blindfold, he’d been hesitant, but not now. Not when he trusts you. Even when a different angle of your hips has his fingertips digging harshly into the wooden headboard.

“That’s it,” you encourage him, and he realizes, then, that you can read him like a book. “How’s that?”

“You keep that up and—” He lets out another shaky breath, “and this is gonna be over way too soon.”

“Stop complaining,” you order, and he shuts his mouth – at least until you lean back and brace your hands on his thighs, and he’s done for. It’s another new angle, and with it comes a distinct amount of power behind your movements that sends him reeling.

“Shit, doll,” he swears, low and rough. “I’m gonna—”

“Yeah?” Your voice breaks just a little. Gorgeous. He may not be able to see you, but he knows. Oh, he knows. Especially when you ask him, dulcet and hoarse, “Gonna come for me?”

But he can’t answer, because your name’s already falling off his lips like a prayer – over and over until the headboard cracks and gives way under his tight grip, but he doesn’t care and neither do you. Instead, he feels you clench him tightly, hears you moan and gasp, feels your nails dig into his thighs.

Your peak is what sends him spiralling over the edge. Sparks fly behind his eyelids – fireworks – along with a burst of hot, sticky white inside you that fills you to the brim.

And when Bucky comes down from the high, he feels weak. Pliable. Vulnerable. Sweet, gentle kisses to his chest mitigate it a bit – make him feel a little less so, and when you pull the blindfold off, it helps even more. He blinks his eyes open, squinting a little in the dim lighting before you finally come into focus.  

You’re flushed and smiling at him, but the unshed tears are what catch his attention.

“What’s wrong?”

You just shake your head and press a tender kiss to his forehead, and then another to his lips. It’s gentle this time, full of love and affection and anything he could ever want.

Strawberries and champagne.

“I love you,” you say softly, and just like the first time, he feels his heart warm.

He’s still not in control, at least not completely, and that’s okay.

[lunavadash-creates]

The real pleasure

Warning: NSFW, explicit, first time Also all my works can be found on    AO3  "Lass, have you ever been with a man?"

Shay's question was hanging in the air as you looked at him completely stunned. The sudden silence that surrounded both of you was awkward and you felt like every beat of your heart was as loud as thunder. You had no idea how your friendly, funny conversation became this weird.

Shay was your best friend, a fellow member of the Templar Order, one of your favourite people out there. You could rely on him, trust him and you thought you had no secrets from each other. Yet now you felt embarrassed. You had never expected to hear a question like this from his mouth.

For a second you wanted to turn it all into a joke like you usually did. But after one look at his handsome, worried face, you have changed your mind. One deep breath later you decided to simply answer his question.

"Yes, I have been with men before. Few times but I..." You stopped, biting your lower lip as you searched in your head for an appropriate word. "I have never truly enjoyed it. And to forestall your next question, no. I have never reached an orgasm with a man."

You reached for the glass of wine and took a sip, enjoying the taste. You had stolen the entire box of authentic Italian wine from the ship of the assassin you had been hunting together. It wasn't a big reward but definitely a sweet one.  

After a moment of

silence during which Shay never took his eyes off you, he asked another question, one that made you choke on your wine.

"And with women?"

"Oh god, Shay!" your face blanched as though you had just seen a ghost. How could he read you so effortlessly?  

"I don't know..." Shay rose his eyebrow, giving you a nod, encouraging you to continue. "I was with a woman once. I was completely drunk then, and I don't remember anything after the moment my ass hit the bed. I only remember that I was so fricking wet the next morning and both my head and throat hurt like a bitch. How about you?"

"If you are asking about my sex life then I haven't been with any men, but I know how to pleasure women."

He spoke with a purr, looking at you as a hunter would at his prey. A promise of divine pleasure was hidden in the twinkle of his eyes as he focused on your lips, redden from the way you had been biting them.

There was no denying it - Shay was a man made of dreams; he was as sweet as poison, as tempting as the most promising lie and as handsome like the work of art, a sculpture made by Michael Angelo himself. Everything about him was irresistible, from his dark hair, a scar on his face, his voice, his eyes, his lips, body, muscles, even his outfit.

You swallowed hard. It felt like something large was lodged in your throat, making you unable to speak. Was it a proposition? Suggestion maybe? Did he really want... or was it just a joke?

You waited for a second to see if Shay would burst out laughing, but it never came.

"Shay, do you want to have sex with me?" you choked out a question, still worried that you’d fallen for his trick like a novice, but once again, his eyes were expressing more than thousands of words. He reached for his wine, emptying the glass and wiping his lips with the back of his hand.

"I’m asking if you would let me show you the real pleasure. You deserve more than those useless bastards who don’t have a first clue on how to pleasure a lady." He paused, his eyes boring into yours. "Especially when she’s as remarkable as you"

Once again, you ended up stunned and speechless. You wanted to say yes, but you had so many doubts right now. Perhaps it wasn't about those men? Maybe it was you and your body? You never really doubted your look or features. You were healthy and strong, well-trained and you definitely had an appearance that earned you look from envious women and lustful men. Yet you had doubts. Maybe you were silent for too long as Shay let a sigh and shook his head.

"Forgot I asked. I'm sorry, Y/N. I never wanted to make you feel uncomfortable. Probably it's just...

"I want it Shay," you interject, suddenly coming back to reality. You couldn't waste that opportunity, especially since you had feelings for Shay. You hid them, of course. Your lives were far too dangerous, to ruin you relationship with love would be silly.

Bur if he wanted too…

"I just... I'm nervous. I haven't done it in such a long time, and I don't know if it's not just me being terrible at it."

"Shh," Shay was at your side in a blink of an eye. He gently stroked your cheek, looking straight into your eyes, before he leaned down to gently kiss your temple.

"I will take good care of you. I promise Y/N."

Before you knew it, he simply lifted you from the chair and carried you to his room. You were spending the evening at his home in New York – he’d proposed you stay with him instead of looking for an inn. And now, for the first time, you were in his bedroom. You have always been curious about it but never had the opportunity to sneak in, especially since you respected his privacy. And now, when you finally managed to find your way in, you had no time to look around as his lips were soon on yours.

Oh god, his lips were so much better than you imagined. Despite the first impression they were soft and warm, gentle even. He kissed you for the first time as though he were afraid he could hurt you. He held you so close, slowly devouring your mouth. You moaned silently, feeling the wave of heat spreading inside your body and cumulating between your legs. He broke the kiss for a second, resting his forehead against yours.

"I wanted to kiss you for so long y/n. You are far sweeter than the best wine."

Before you could answer he kissed you again, his tongue brushing against your lips, asking for entrance. You granted it gladly and in no time your tongues immersed in a dance of dominance and passion until you both ended up breathless.

With shaky hands, you reached for his coat to start to unbutton it and for the first time, you wondered, why he needed so many layers. At the same time, he reached for your coat, it was easy to open, you only had a few simple black buttons and a belt in the middle, so it was on the floor in no time. Shay took your hands away from his coat and kissed every single of your fingers, giving you a wink before he focused on undressing you again. Your shirt, trousers and boots soon joined your coat on the floor, and you laid back on the bed dressed only in your dusty punk slip and marching drawers.

Shay licked his suddenly dry lips and took the hem of your slip to get it off your body and then a loud gasp escaped his lips as he saw your beautiful, perfect body. He loved everything about it, your breasts, already protruding nipples, your skin and...

"I had no idea you had a tattoo."

You made it a long time ago to hide a particularly ugly scar. In its place was a tattoo of an Yggdrasil tree. Shay smiled and took off your panties before he started to undress himself. The floor was covered in clothes now, belts, coats, boots, underwear. And finally, you could see Shay naked and as beautiful as ever.

That man was perfect and that thin line of his black hair starting under his navel and reaching up to his cock that was already semi-hard made you gasp. You reached out to touch his body; you wanted to feel muscles of his stomach under your palm, to trace your fingers over his scars, especially that one on his stomach and under the collar bone. You knew the story behind those two, the wounds inflicted by his friends from the Brotherhood. He twitched when you touched one of those scars, but he didn't move away to begin with.

"Wait. Aren’t I supposed to take care of you? Be a good girl and lay still for me."

You did. You laid your hand on the cover and let Shay kiss you again. This time it was a short kiss, he soon moved on your neck to kiss and suck it gently. His hot tongue was tracing complicated patterns on your skin as he moved down until your collarbone where he left a little red bitemark. You inhaled sharply, letting out a moan as you moved your legs, trying to gain some stimulation with the wetness accumulating between them.

The next thing you felt were those warm lips closing around your left nipple. This time you moaned shamelessly. He sucked on it hard, licking the hardened nub, enjoying how resistant it seemed against his tongue, once he even bit on it. His free hand was in the meantime taking care of your other nipple, caressing it with his fingers, pinching it, twisting, pulling. You tried to cover your mouth to silence all those sounds you were making but he groaned, taking your hand away.

"Don't. I want to hear everything."

As he said that, he started to suck on your other nipple, making you squirm and wiggle on the bed. The pleasure was more intense than you have ever imagined. You felt jolts of pleasure spreading in your body, weird, almost unknown heat accumulating between your legs. His hand pinched on your nipple harder than before and you bent over the bed with a loud cry, that soon turned into a moan when he started to move his nail on the very top of your wet and hard nipple, now swollen from all the attention it received. You had never played with your nipples before, so it was such an alien feeling that made you all horny.

"Shay, God..." you moaned again as you felt his hand wandering lower, in between your legs. He just moved his fingers up and down your sex, and a wide grin appeared on his face. His raised his hand, and you could see his fingers wet and glossy from your juices, and that made you blush harder than ever in your life. But what made you almost faint was when he licked his fingers, giving you the most sensual purr, you have ever heard.

"So, wet for me. And so sweet. You won't deny me such a dessert, will you?"

You could only nod in response. In a matter of seconds, Shay positioned himself between your thighs and gave you a long lick before he closed his mouth around you. He sucked firmly on your clit while his fingers were caressing the insides of your thighs. You dug your fingers into bedding, squirming uncontrollably. You couldn't stop all the sounds escaping your throat as he was pleasuring you in ways you could never imagine. He moved his lips slightly to suck on your labia, then dug his hot tongue inside you.

In the beginning, he simply wanted to simply make you wet and well prepared for more. But then he heard your moans and screams, the moment he saw your face in pure bliss, he decided that this night would be unforgettable. He wanted you to cum for him and because of him. More than once.

He moved back to your clit and after a few more licks, the heat that was accumulating in your body for the past few minutes exploded. You back arched hard, screaming and digging your heels into the bed as he led you through your orgasm. You fell on the bed almost breathless and saw his face with a smirk plastered on it. His lips were still wet as he looked into your eyes.

"Hey lass, it's just a little foreplay. Don't tell me that’s all you can take." He was clearly mocking you, and you wanted to say something, but then he kissed you again. You could feel your own taste on his lips. His hand reached lower and he pinched your clit, making you jerk and moan again.

"Relax."

He disappeared between your legs again and you felt his fingers moving between your labia, gathering your juices and saliva before he slipped one finger into you. He moaned, feeling how tight you were. Your insides were clenching around his finger and he wanted to bury himself whole into you. But now he knew he needed to prepare you and he didn't hesitate for a second.

He started to suck you again, moving his tongue around your over-sensitive nub, while his finger was moving inside. But suddenly he stepped back and caught your hips to turn you on your stomach with a quick move.

"Shay?!"

"A little bit of trust," he muttered and lifted your hips higher. Soon his fingers were once again inside of you at his tongue danced around your most private area, making your breath harder than before. After the strongest orgasm of your life, you had trouble with formulating words, but Shay didn't mind. Your body was telling him everything about your pleasure, and that made him proud.

He slid inside you his second finger, searching for your sweet spot. You felt stretched and weird, penetration always made you feel uncertain, but somehow Shay was making it bearable. It wasn't the best feeling in the world at least until another shock shook your body. You moaned, rocking your hips as you wanted him to do this again. He brushed something inside you, making your muscles twitch. Another jolt of pleasure spread in your body, and this time you felt it even in your nipples.

"Do it again, please do it again!" you moaned, unable to resist the urge to feel it again and again. You heard Shay's chuckle as he added a third finger and brushed that spot again. His tongue returned to your clit and he started moving his fingers fast and hard, spreading and flexing them inside. He found that a little thickened and rough spot inside you and pressed it with all his fingers, at the same time biting in your clit.

The pleasure that overwhelmed your body was divine and your orgasm powerful and sudden, and your scream was so loud it could wake up all the dead in the city. Shay once again led you through it and you simply collapsed on the bed, your body trembling and twitching in post-orgasmic shock. You could heard Shay laugh and then the smacking sound as he licked his fingers clean once again.

"You are beautiful when you cum. And your voice could lure sailors at the sea into the doom. But that was only two... I wonder if you can take one more?" he purred, lying next to you. He gently ran his fingers over your spine, making you shiver. You turned around to face him, your breathing was still hard and you felt like your thoughts were shattered but you didn't mind at all. you looked at his beautiful body and then noticed his hard cock, waiting for more. You realised that all this time he was delaying his own pleasure and orgasm only to satisfy you and now... now you had to return the favour. You sat up and with a reassuring smile, you helped him sit. You wanted a different position as he already did so much to you. Now he will be the one moaning...

"Lean against the wall," you ordered and moved between his legs.

Actually, you had never sucked a penis in your life but you wanted to moisten him beforehand. You licked your lips and took his hot cock in your hand, stroking it gently a few times before giving a little lick on the tip. Shay's hips jolted in anticipation and you looked at him with a grin. You gathered all your courage and started to suck him. At first, it was very gentle and focused around the tip, but soon you started to be more confident with all Shay's moans and grunts. You dipped your tongue into the slit of his penis, while your hand was playing with his balls. Then you tried to make your way down, swallow as much of you as you could but he was just too big for you and soon you choked a little as you hit back of your throat.

"y/n don't overdo it. Use your tongue more. You can suck harder and by the gods, don't use your teeth." the last part came a bit shaky from his throat as you sucked hard on his head and wrapped your tongue around his hot shaft. In the same moment, he put the hand on your head, gently controlling your movements. You could feel the precum leaking from the tip, it was salty and weird but somehow it made you excited for more. You eagerly played with his shaft and balls, making him nice and wet. You even tried once more to take him deeper but then he stopped you. You left a disappointed moan, as a child that lost its favourite toy, but Shay just gave a smile and wiped the saliva from your chin. You had no idea you had made such a mess and immediately your cheeks became red, making Shay laugh.

"Don't be shy. There is nothing sexier than seeing your swollen lips wrapped around my dick."

 "Is that so?" you asked mockingly, moving closer to him. You kissed him hard, grabbing his dick and directing him into you. You lowered yourself, impaling himself on his cock. You both left moans of pure pleasure as he filled you up so perfectly. You needed a second to adjust to the feeling of being so stretched before you started to move. Slowly at first but with every thrust, your movement became faster and stronger. You needed to lean against a wall as you work your hips hard. This time it was Shay moans that filled the room. He grabbed your breast, sucking on your nipple while his other hand was holding your hip. It was messy sex, fast and furious, but you both needed it.

Suddenly Shay slipped out of you and put you on all fours on the bed, making it clear in what position he wanted fuck you.

He entered you, grabbing your hip firmly and start moving, now hitting your sweet spot with every thrust. He was slipping out to the hilt and slamming back in you so hard that the whole bed started to move, hitting the wall with a metal bed frame.

His grunts became louder as he was getting closer and your screams were shameless now. You didn't care if the whole New York heard you. Now you were in your personal, sexy and rough heaven, reaching your third orgasm that night. And as you did you clenched around his cock so hard and he barely made it out of you before cumming all over your ass.

His breath was heavy and hard as he nearly immediately collapsed on you. Your heart was pounding in your chest, your body was devoided of all tension, you lost your name, your purpose, words and everything. The only thing you could feel on that moment was his warm body, his heart beating as hard as yours, his breath on your neck.

He moved off you with a moan and laid on his back, grabbing you and moving you to his side. You complied, wrapping an arm around his stomach. But then you felt something weird digging into your arm so you moved slightly to grab this thing. Surprisingly you found a piece of a wall. You both looked at it shocked and looked at the wall. In the place where the frame was hitting it, there was a whole reaching to the bricks. And on that moment you both burst out with laughter that filled the room.

"Now you can say that only one man made you cum," he said when both of you calmed down.

"The very best man I  dare say. It was... my God. Shay, it was... divine."

"Well... If you wish we can do this more often. You are so beautiful Y/N. And you have no idea how long I've been dreaming about holding you in my arms. I wish to be the only one who can see you like this."

"I won't complain Shay. I wanted you for so long but I was too afraid to admit it."

He grinned like crazy and kissed you hard and passionately like he wanted to fill you with all emotions he has been hiding from you. He took your hand, rested it on his chest and smiled.

"Now I'm yours, y/n."

"And I'm yours, Shay."

"And I'm never again staying in this house with the two of you" Haytham entered the room, looking at you both with disappointment. He threw a damp cloth at Shay

"Clean yourselves. I expect you both well-rested, we have work to do."

As soon as Haytham left the room they both exploded in laughter once again.  Well, it was so easy to forget about Haytham’s presence in this house...

[fluffypeachwriting]

Gentaro NSFW

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“Gen, are you okay?”

For the past half hour Gentaro had been staring at a blank piece of paper, sat next to your bedroom window. Usually he looked serene when he was deep in thought, but right now he looked frustrated. He’d chewed his lip in concentration to where it was almost bleeding. His fingers rubbed at the spot between his eyes, trying to not frown too hard.

“Yes… don’t worry about me. I’m just trying to come up with a particularly troubling scene.”

So he had writers block?

“What’s so troubling? Do you need help?”

“Ahaha no. I’m just trying to write an intimate moment between these characters, but I cannot think about… that kind of thing… without my mind going right back to you.” He lifted his head to face you, and a faint blush graced his cheeks. It was kind of sweet, the way his face went from a scowl to a smile when you made eye contact. But when you noticed him shuffling in his seat you could tell that he wasn’t thinking anything sweet at all.

“Would you like me to help?” You stood up and hugged him from behind. Soft sighs slipped from his lips as you planted kisses on his temple. Glancing down, it was obvious his thoughts had already worked him up. “You look like you need the… assistance.” Bringing your hands slowly down his chest made Gentaro hold his breath. He let it out with a moan as you brushed your hands across the growing tent in his clothes.

“Mm… sweetheart… don’t distract me too much.” He scooted out of his chair and sat on the edge of the bed. “But I want your help.” You took your seat on his lap, just like the many times before. He loved to feel your warmth against him, and the anticipation of what was to come made him blush harder. “Darling…” He held your hips and forced your waist down, grinding up against your own arousal. Even through the layers of clothing, the pleasure you were giving each other was enough to elicit whines from both of you. Maybe it was how Gentaro nudged you with his nose to initiate kisses or how he was careful not to bite your bottom lip too hard, but you felt hot from the inside out. You had to hold his shoulders to keep balance as he rocked up into you. “Darling… I can’t stop.” He let out a breathy giggle in between kisses. “Your body is always so irresistible. A-ah~ I’m so grateful to have this all to myself.” His body tightened and his whines got louder, until he almost fell back on the bed, twitching as he held you close. “O-oh… That was a touch too quick…” He looked down to see a wet patch seep through his clothes. It was too late to get embarrassed, but still he covered his mouth with his sleeve.

You squirmed in his lap, you hadn’t finished yet. “Gen… I didn’t…”

With a burst of energy he hefted you up and laid you down on the bed. “Don’t worry… I think I need a little more help. I’m so lucky to have such a beautiful muse.”

[sleekervae]

The Neighbour [1.4]

Masterlist

Trigger Warning: nudity, very mild allusion to smut

The grocery store was busier than either of them had expected for an early Saturday morning. Eva wasn't even halfway around the store yet and the cart was filling up rapidly. She hadn't decided what she was going to make for dinner and hadn't found any of the items that had been on her list. She read the list on her phone and looked at the boxes of rice varied on the shelf. Remington came up behind her with a few bags of fruits and vegetables, placing them in the cart.

"What do you want for dinner?" she asked, her voice slightly muffled by her mask.

Remington shrugged, "I don't know, whatever you're in the mood for," he replied.

"... So, if I'm in the mood for prime rib --"

"Let's not get ridiculous now," he chided, eyes crinkling to let her know he was smiling. Eva snorted and grabbed a random box of rice.

She looked to him as he went on to the next section of the aisle, hand on his hip as he tried to make sense of the list she'd given him, matching it with what was on the shelf. His hair was hidden under a toque, despite the heat, with the pastel pink tips falling into his eyes - sexy and sweet all at once. The low neckline of his black and white striped t-shirt accentuated his neck where collar bone tattoo was peaking out. He had on some simple black jeans, black boots, and his eyes lined in thin black that was beginning to smudge. He was tentative as he reached for a jar of pickled vegetables, cognisant that someone may have touched the same jar not minutes ago and may have been carrying the virus. He was quick to sanitize his hands after he'd placed the jar in the cart.

Pushing the cart into the next aisle, Eva turned her back to reach for something on the shelf. His movements were slow but out of the corner of her eye could see Remington moving towards the cart, burying something under the almond milk and cheese, hoping she hadn't seen as he shifted back into his position with the shopping list still open on his phone. His face was nonchalant but he scratched his neck, moving along, trying to act interested in the shelf he'd stopped in front of. Eva shook her head with a laugh.

"Whatever it is, either put it back or get another cart," she stated simply.

He flicked his head back to her, eyes wide above the mask, the devilish smirk hidden beneath but was twitching at the corners of his lips. He was quiet for a moment, feigning innocence then sighed defeatedly.

"I hoped you wouldn't notice," he mumbled, crossing back to the cart beside her, his hand warm on the small of her back. She turned to him, her attention fully his and he wiggled his eyebrows a little, his goofy tactic making her laugh with her head tipped back.

"My darling, every time we shop together you try and sneak shit in,"

"And here I was thinking I was getting away with it," he replied, and Eva could picture the pout he was putting on behind his mask. She reached to touch his neck, her hand cold from the fridges she'd just been in but he leant into her palm, those big brown eyes staring at her with mischief. She lowered her voice a little, so that only he could hear her.

"Well, you get away with it because you're so goddamn hard to deny," she said.

"Oh, really?" he chuckled, his arms wrapping around her waist to bring her close, forgetting for moment who he was and where he was. His thumbs tickled her sides a little and she giggled back at him.

"Yep, you're too cute you see?"

"I try..." he chuckled with a shrug, the subtlest of blush colouring his cheeks.

"So," she began, raising her eyebrows at him, "- what did you just try to sneak into my shopping cart?"

"Just some cookies," he mumbled quickly, momentarily avoiding her eye contact like a child who'd been caught misbehaving. "I'll share 'em with ya!" he exclaimed.

"Well, it's alright for you with your tiny waist and annoyingly good metabolism. You can eat all you want and still look that good," she licked her lips a little, moving her hand to touch his chest, "If I have a bite of one, I'll be bloated for the rest of the week."

"Don't be silly," he grumbled, pulling his mask down momentarily to peck her forward reassuringly, then moving her suddenly out of the way from an elderly lady who wanted something on the shelf behind them. He watched as she stretched across to the shelf, her frail fingers not quite able to reach the packet she was fumbling for and he was quick to react, sinking a little to meet her eye line.

"Would you like a hand?" he asked confidently, his voice soft, his eyes brimming with the same genuine kindness and effortless charm that made Eva fall in love with him over and over each day.

"That'd be wonderful, dear," she replied, grinning at him and Eva and stepping out of the way. Remington quickly grabbed the packet from the shelf and popped it into her basket for her. "Thank you so much," she chimed, nodding her head of grey hair in appreciation. "Such a lovely boy," she shuffled off with a final thank you and Remington beamed from ear to ear proudly.

"See," he hummed, turning back to Eva "I'm a lovely boy..."

"Mhmm... sanitize your hands, lovely," she took hold of the cart again, pushing it further along. Remington quickly pulled out his trusty bottle.

"Okay," he drawled, coming up behind Eva as she walked, trying to wrap his arms around her waist again needily, his chest pressed against her back, "I have a little proposition for you,"

"Oh no" she joked, relaxing into his warmth and the familiar scent of his shampoo.

"I'll put whatever I want in the cart and you just have to pretend ya' don't notice,"

He nuzzled the side of Eva's neck, his nose pressed against it and she tensed for a moment. He was ridiculously impossible to say no to, annoyingly irresistible. She sighed.

"Fine,"

Satisfied, he checked to make sure nobody was around before he pulled down his mask, then she hers, and he moved to kiss her on the lips lovingly, lingering for a while longer than he should have in the middle of the store, his fingers tangling in her hair. When they pulled away Eva playfully rolled her eyes as they pulled their masks back on.

"You're footing the bill this time, Cookie Monster,"

They finally managed to exit the store, both of them with plastic bags in each hand. Crossing out the threshold, Remington stopped short when he spotted a familiar face coming towards them, scowling as he had to put on his mask per store policy. It was the same man who was harassing the cashier a few months ago, the same one Remington cold-cocked in front of the entire store. Eva recognized him quickly, and glanced at Remington with wary.

Remington couldn't help but smile smugly, clearly having been recognized. The man refused to make eye contact with either of them as he stormed past, ducking into the store.

Remington scoffed, "I guess his probation is up,"

"I wonder which poor staff member he's going to harass today?" she said.

He glanced down at her with a mischievous grin, "Did you happen to forget anything on your list?"

Eva rolled her eyes, "Cut it out, Rem,"

When they made it back to her place, they were quick to unload and disinfect all their groceries. And then they fell into their making-dinner routine as per usual; and of course, Remington ended up getting distracted by Pluto. The tabby would rub against his legs or sit and eye him on the counter while he chopped the vegetables. While Eva wasn't looking, he pushed over some pieces of carrot for Pluto to nibble on. He had turned into a real pushover when it came to this cat.

After they'd eaten and cleaned up the dishes, Eva was reluctant to start up her work again. The article she was working on was a particularly dry piece and it was like pulling teeth get all her information and detail from her client. This was week three she had been working on it; she usually had her pieces finished within less than a week.

Remington sat on the couch while she worked at the table, reading a book he had picked from her extensive collection: The Strange Case of Doctor Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. It was a story he knew of well but he never had the opportunity to read the actual book, and he found the sounds of Eva's typing soothing as he got lost within the literature.

It was some time past eight-fifteen when Eva pushed her laptop away, rubbing her strained eyes and yawning. Perhaps she ought to invest in a pair of blue light glasses? Her eyes wouldn't be aching this much if she did. She stood up and did a stretch, looking over to her couch where a single lamp illuminated the dark space. Remington had spread himself across the cushions with Pluto curled up in his lap; he read the book with one hand and rubbed the tabby's ears with the other. It was an endearing thing to see.

She wandered over and sat on the couch arm, smiling when she read the cover of his book, "How is it?"

"Very good. If I had read this in English class I probably would've gotten a higher grade," he said.

"You didn't read it in high school?"

"Something tells me you did,"

Eva nodded, "Wrote a paper on how society has suppressed us to the point where we all sympathize with Hyde because he represents instinctive human nature,"

Remington threw his head back into the pillow, looking up at the ceiling, "Of course you did,"

"What?"

"You're just really fucking cool. Have I mentioned that already?"

Eva simpered, "Says the rockstar with a number one album out,"

"And with only one person in my audience," he smiled at her, "How's your work?"

The small brunette sighed and pouted, staring down at Pluto and petting his pointed ears, "... Can I have a hug?"

"That bad, huh?"

"Yep,"

He didn't need to be asked twice. Remington carefully removed Pluto and set him down on the floor before pulling Eva into his lap, wrapping his arms around her tightly and placing a soft kiss on her head. Eva rested her head against his chest, sighing heavily and closing her eyes, hoping to make the ache in her head go away. His fingers twisted in the short locks of her hair and she picked at the fraying threads of his t-shirt.

"What're you writing about?" he asked softly.

She scoffed, "An analysis and review on why old Hollywood stars all spoke in that same not-British-not-American hybrid accent,"

"That sounds kind of cool,"

"In theory, yes. In writing, not at all," she rubbed her eyes again and pinched the bridge of her nose, "It's really dry,"

Remington grazed his fingers over the nape of her neck, "You got a headache?" and she nodded briefly, "You want some pills?"

"Took some already," she muttered.

It didn't take two glances at Eva to see that she was exhausted. In between her work and their outings, Remington could pick off that she was slowly fading, whether it be her focus or her overall body language. And in the last few hours, fatigue had slammed into her like an eighteen-wheeler.

"How much more do you have to write?" he asked.

"I'm just about at the conclusion," she looked up at him, her dark stormy eyes glossy and cloudy.

He smiled endearingly, pushed her fallen hair of her face, "I think it can wait until tomorrow,"

Eva shook her head, "I'd rather just get it all done tonight," she said.

"No offense, but your eyes look like they're about to roll out of your head," he chuckled.

Eva would have rolled her eyes but it hurt to do so, "Rem..."

"Besides, your eyes are one my favorite things about you and it would be a damn shame to lose 'em,"

"My eyes can't roll out of my head," she giggled at his absurdity.

Remington shrugged, "Keep pushing yourself and you may be proven wrong," he joked, then standing up much to Eva's chagrin. She pouted as he glanced down at her, only in the mood for cuddles and silence.

"Where are you going?" she whined, her glossy eyes and pursed lips incredibly adorable to Remington.

"Don't worry, you're coming with me," he assured her, trying to entice her to stand up. Eva put her hands out in front of her and Remington took the bait, hauling her to her feet with one swift tug. Eva was definitely more awake after that.

He led her into the bathroom and had her sit on the counter sink, excitement flooding her as he turned on the faucet to her bathtub. She had an average sized bathroom considering how small her apartment was, with white tile walls and a few succulents on some shelves alongside her toiletry products. Remington was pleased to see she had a couple different scents for a bubble bath.

"Ocean breeze or peach and mango?" he asked, pointing to the blue and orange bottles.

"Ocean breeze," Eva smiled.

She didn't have any adequate candles in her apartment, but she did have a lava lamp with a strobe light that changed colors. Alongside the pleasant and calming scent of the ocean bubble bath, Remington set up his Spotify playlist to echo softly through the room.

Eva cocked her head as she watched the water rise and the bubble grow in height in her small tub, "I hope we both fit,"

"It'll be fine," Remington nodded, shutting the water off as it hit just the right height, "Gives me more reason to be closer to you, anyway,"

Eva simpered, "You're so schmaltzy,"

"You like it, though,"

"I do," she shut her eyes as he came down to kiss her, chapped lips soft and gentle, and she couldn't help but smile when she felt his fingers fiddle with the buttons of her top. She didn't object, however.

He let go of her only to help her undress; pulling her shirt over her head and pressing a few kisses to her shoulder playfully as he fumbled with her bra. It didn't take Eva long to discard her socks, shuffle out of her denim shorts and for Remington to eagerly get her out of her underwear too, his hands roaming her body to keep her close to him. She undressed him as well, his jeans slipping down his legs with ease and making quick work of his briefs. He bundled all the clothing into the corner of the room. Brushing back her hair and kissing each cheek, he held Eva for a moment, then nestled into her neck, looking at them both in the mirror.

"My God, you're gorgeous," he spoke into her ear, his thumbs brushing the skin at her waist where he held her now, his chest pushed to her back.

"You're not so bad, yourself," she tittered, her cheeks tinting in time as the color in the lava lamp changed to fuschia.

Remington pressed a couple of kisses to her shoulder then shuffled over to the bathtub, steam rising from the surface, dipping his hand in to check if was the temperature was right. Supposedly satisfied, he then sunk into the water quickly, stretching his legs and resting his elbows over the back of the tub.

"How's the water?" Eva giggled.

"Fantastic. Care to join me?"

He held out his hand to get her in, not the most elegant of tasks be he couldn't take his eyes off of her, watching as Eva sunk in the water and sitting comfortably between his legs. The water was perfectly warm, detoxifying. She let go of his hand reluctantly.

Remington shuffled a little behind her, readjusting exactly where he wanted to be. Eva relaxed against him, her back on his chest, her eyes closing for a moment as she sunk into the relief of how warm she was.

"This okay?"

"Mhmm,"

"How's your head?"

"A bit better," she rested her head on his shoulder, smiling up at him, "I've never taken a bath with a boyfriend, before," she admitted.

"Are you kidding me?" he replied, his fingertips drawing little circles in her thighs.

Eva shook her head, "No baths. It was always showers, which was kinda' nice too, but..."

"There was always the lead up to shower sex?"

"Right," she chuckled again, "Did you ever find that shower sex is a lot more complicated then its made out to be?"

"You're referring to the stress of trying to fuck and not slipping in the shower, right?" he smirked.

"Exactly! It sounds like so much fun and then you actually try it, and it's way more work than it's worth," she said.

"I admit, it's not my favorite thing," beneath the water, Eva could feel his fingers drawing up over her thighs and ghosting between her legs, "But we can always just fuck in the bathtub, too,"

Her back arched momentarily before the hand in question came to rest over her stomach, and Remington was wearing a shit-eating smirk, "Is that the sequel to Dying in a Hot Tub? Fucking in the Bathtub?" she chuckled.

He gasped, his dark eyes going wide, "Oh my God, you're a genius!"

"You're just figuring this out?" she laughed again before pecking his flushed cheek, one hand grasping his shoulder as she turned in her spot and peppering kisses all over his forehead, down his temple, his cheeks, his eyelashes, above his lips and on his jaw. She attacked him with quick kisses and he was laughing that light giggle that set her heart ablaze.

His fingers snagged her cheeks. holding her in place so he could give her a proper kiss on the lips, "What was that for?"

"Just because," she pecked his lips again, "You make me really happy,"

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P R E F E R E N C E # 3 - D R U N K S H E N A N I G A N S

A K U T A G A W A

“If you ever return her to me in less than perfect condition again...Well, Y/N, wouldn’t really appreciate me finishing that statement. Just don’t let it happen again. Understood?” The seriousness that his face illustrated was even more frightening than the inflection in his voice. The two friends nodded in agreement, unable to muster up the words and courage to apologize again. Furthermore, they thought it might be better to not say anything at all at this point. Which is why after a few awkward seconds they began to back away slowly before scurrying down the porch, almost tripping over each other to get back in their car. Aku could hardly hide his chuckle as he turned to enter the house where he could hear you fumbling around in the kitchen. “Now, what am I supposed to do with you?” He muttered to himself, amusement flitting to his face. “I’m so hungry.” You pouted, arms crossed, lip jutted out. “Did your mean friends not even feed you?” Aku inquired, beginning to pull out a pan and fill it with water. “No. They took me straight home. They knew you’d probably be mad and they didn’t want to make matters worse by getting me home later. I think they’re frightened by you.” Akutagawa couldn’t help but to smirk at this, turning the heat on the stove as he began to prepare your very late dinner. “Smart friends. How does ramen sound? The carbs will be good for you, soak up some of that alcohol.” Aku explained, biting his lip to avoid the smile that was fighting it’s way through. You had curled yourself around his backside, your arms wrapping tight around his waist. He could feel your warm cheek pressing to his shoulder blade, your hot breath sending internal shivers down his spine. He was so thankful you couldn’t hear his thoughts, let alone see his face; he was completely smitten by you and it was particularly hard to control when you were acting like this. “Mmmm. Sounds good. Though, Aku, would you mind giving me a kiss first please?” He rolled his eyes, but smiled nonetheless. Sober Y/N was never this forward. “Of course,” Turning around to embrace you in a tight hug, he leaned down and brushed his lips against yours, electricity shooting all over his body in an invigorating frenzy. Your hands found their way to knot in his hair, his hands slipping to your lower back. Unlike most of your kisses that were typically very controlled and romantic, this one was wild and unpredictable. He almost let out a moan when you bit down on his lip, granting entrance for his tongue, your hand trailing down his chest slowly...“That’s enough for now.” Aku breathed, trying to recover from the whirlwind his head was currently in. “Woah,” you agreed, almost losing your footing as you stumbled backward. Aku was just in time to catch you in his arms, steadying you before leading you to a bar stool, forcing you to sit and rest. As he cooked your food, he couldn’t help but to thank the lucky stars that he could do this; that he could take care of you and be a good partner. It was a great feeling for him, being able to do this, knowing that he could be there for you when you needed. That is until he looked up and noticed you had already passed out there, head slumped in your arms. “You drunk little fox,” were his last words before draping a blanket over your shoulders while he finished cooking.

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D A Z A I

“Careful, my love.” Dazai chided softly, his arms reaching to steady you after he threw an oversize t-shirt on the bed for you, as you fumbled to get your heels off. “Allow me,” He smiled politely, lifting you gracefully so that you were sitting promptly on the bed now. You both had just gotten home from a celebration party with the agency and you had ingested one too many glasses of champagne. “There you go,” He sighed, chucking your shoes behind him before massaging your swollen ankles. He never really understood why you wore such poor choices in shoes when they hurt you the way they did, but he couldn’t deny how irresistible your legs looked when you wore them. Then again, you looked irresistible all of the time to him. “Dazaiiiiiiiii, help!” you whined, scratching at your back trying to unzip your own dress. It took Dazai a moment to pick up on your endeavors, the soft kisses he was peppering on your ankles halting. “Of course, yes.” Dazai obliged, scurrying from the ground to join you on the bed. Slowly unzipping the back of your dress, Dazai tried his best to be a perfect gentlemen, failing miserably as he took in your nude back, clad in only your matching bra and panty set, lust twinkling in his eyes. He swallowed the lump in his throat, letting out an exhale as he stared at the ceiling desperately trying to distract himself. ‘She’s drunk, she’s drunk, she’s drunk’, Dazai chanted to himself internally, trying his best not to touch what he so badly wanted to. “Much better.” You stated, standing to your feet, allowing the dress to drop around your ankles, leaving you nude right before his eyes. “Yes, indeed.” He bit his lip, his brain clouded when you walked over to him on the bed and straddled him. Fingers running through his shaggy locks, you leaned in and began to kiss him on the mouth with vehemence and passion. Dazai was shocked at your newfound confident nature, but wasn’t about to argue it as he reciprocated with the same fire and energy. Arms wrapping around your waist, he pulled you even closer deepening the kiss as he slipped his tongue in your mouth while you were attempting to catch your own breath. Untangling your fingers from his hair, your hands reached to unclaspe your bra clumsily. That’s when it all clicked for him. His head had been so full of excitement, that it took him a quick second to remember what was really happening. He could taste the alcohol on your breath, see the disconnect in your eyes; you weren’t all there. This was wrong. “Belladonna, I love you and I typically love when you try to undress yourself, but this isn’t right. You’re not all here at the moment unfortunately and I can’t in good concience do anything with you without your full, sober consent.” He spoke slowly so you would understand, but you only let out a huge puff of unsastisfied air in response. “This is me giving you my consent,” You leaned in for a kiss, but Dazai intercepted kissing your forehead instead, forcing your arms up as he tugged the oversized t-shirt over your head. “Y/N. You know we can’t.” Dazai reasoned, pulling the covers back as he pat the open space beside him. “But I can hold you until you fall asleep? How does that sound?” His words were like melting honey. How could you deny that even if you were drunk? You were never one to turn down Dazai cuddles. Collapsing against his chest, you let out a small ‘hmph’ in a disatisfied pout, trying to ignore how good his arms felt around your body. “I know I’m no fun, but I love you very much.” He said after a moment. You had attempted to say it back, but the drunkness was already taking over and you were already growing very tired. He laughed at your attempt nonetheless and smoothed your hair back lovingly. “You sure are a riot when you drink.” Were his last words before allowing him to fall asleep with you happily in his arms.

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C H U U Y A

You had gone completely silent. Chuuya thought you had simply fallen asleep because typically car rides did that for you when you were drunk. Furthermore, he didn’t think much of it. That is until he heard the sniffling. And the fidgeting. And the ragged breathing. “Y/F/N.” He would say calmly, sneaking a glance over your way. He could already tell just by looking at you that you were trying to hide your face from him. You were an emotional drunk and you were definitely crying. “Y/N. Look at me,” He would demand, grabbing your hand in his and kissing your knuckles gently. Chuuya had witnessed this on so many occasions that he had grown desensitized to your overdramatic actions while under the influence. In fact, it was one of his favorite things to talk and joke about the next day because he knew it was simply just the alcohol taking its toll. That didn’t mean, however, he still wasn’t going to bust his ass to at least try and cheer you up. Your smile was priceless to him after all. “Baby, why are you crying?” He would sigh as you finally peaked at him through your hair. “Because I just-I just-I just love you so much, Chuuya!” You would gasp in between hysterical sobs, your crying becoming progressively louder as you threw your fists over your eyes. “You don’t even know how hot you are, it’s awful. I just want to kiss your stupid face all of the time.” You wailed miserably. Chuuya was quiet for a moment and then suddenly he broke out into a loud guffaw. Were you seriously crying over how much you loved him? And how hot you thought he was? Oh, how he was going to LOVE to remind you of this in the morning. Mortified wouldn’t even begin to touch on it. “And now you’re-you’re laughing at me! Do you not love me back anymore? That would suck a lot.” This made him laugh even harder, though he was making a genuine effort to calm down to comfort you even if you were being ridiculous. “My sweet, silly, beautiful girl. If only you knew how much I really loved you. Words cannot even begin to make a dent on the love I have for your very drunken self.” The car came to a halt as he pulled up to your shared apartment, turning to look at you with complete sincerity. “Why are you laughing then?” You would ask timidly, your tears now drying against your puffy cheeks. “Because It’s funny to me that you would even have to consider asking me if I still love you. I will always love you till my last breath and so on. Of course, I love you. I’ll scream it and wake up the entire neighbor hood if you want me to,” He offered opening his car door and slamming it before coming to the passenger side to get you. When you didn’t budge, he cocked his head to the side in confusion. “Well, aren’t you going to tell the neighbors?” He rolled his eyes, lifting up your unwiling body as he kicked the door shut with his foot. Oh, how he loved his very stubborn girlfriend. “I really do love you Y/N. More than I’ve ever loved anything in my life.” He soothed you, kissing the space in between your eyes as he walked you through the threshold of your apartment. “I love you Chuuya.”

[babyflossy]

strangers once again | l.ty

pairing: taeyong x reader

requested: yep, my whole ask box is angst atm lol

summary: sleeping with your best friend was never going to end well, you knew that, but you didn’t think it would end this badly (a.k.a taeyong realises his feelings for you after you’ve moved on)

genre/warnigns: angst, sexual references (not explicit), kinda sad i guess?

word count: 2k

perhaps sleeping with your best friend wasn't the best idea, you'll admit. these circumstances only ever had a happy ending in the movies you watched, in the books you read as a hopelessly romantic teenager. in the real world, they only ever ended in heartache and painful longing. and as much as you hated to admit it, this was the real world, there were no soft edges, no plush cushions for you to hit when you fell. only sharp edges and cold, unforgiving rock bottoms.

in your first philosophy class of the semester, a tall boy with baby pink had slipped into the seat next to you, a shy smile on his face. your friendship with lee taeyong, as he would later introduce himself, suddenly became a steadily increasing positive in your life. you shared everything, from food to your darkest secrets, taeyong was the one person you trusted with every fibre of your being. at three in the morning when you were too scared to walk to the convince store alone, he would offer to go with you; when he needed help with his math homework you would offer emotional, not academic, support; every thursday night was a movie night for the two of you. the movies were always trashy, regardless of who's turn it was to pick. if it was taeyong's week, you would wrap yourselves in blankets and watch the newest rom com, passing each other tissues when the sad parts came on, but if it was your week, a fast-paced action movie would play in the background of your conversations, forgotten. friday night house parties followed your nights in, the only time you would ever get dressed up and go out together.

these weekly parties were the downfall of your gradually strengthening relationship with taeyong, however. in the beginning, they were nothing but a way to release the stress of a week of classes, but they grew to be something much more troublesome. every friday after your last class you would get ready, getting dressed into whatever skin-tight and uncomfortable outfit your roommate insisted you had to wear, and meet taeyong outside your dorm building. the two of you would arrive at the parties together, drinking and dancing together and eventually stumble into whoever's dorm was closest, waking up to find yourself tangled in his arms, head slotted so perfectly against his neck.

you couldn't exactly place when things started to change, but if you had to guess, it would be sometime after he stopped coming home with you. every week a different girl would wobble her way back to his bedroom, dress sleeves slipping down before she even entered, emerging hours later, neck covered in dark purple love bites. from the start you knew it shouldn't have made you as jealous as it did, so you did what everyone does when they realise they're falling for their best friend; you ignored it. you avoided your feelings, you avoided the parties, but most of all, you avoided taeyong.

it didn't take long for your best friend to grasp what you were doing. he saw the way you started to talk to the people around you in your shared classes, instead of him, and how you suddenly had plans every thursday night. he noticed it all, but he couldn't figure out the reason for your sudden reluctance to be alone with him.

after weeks of excuses and poorly thought out lies taeyong managed to corner you in the kitchen of some stuck-up frat boy's luxuriously decorated apartment. the drinks you had already consumed made your head fuzzy and blocked out your rational thoughts. the only thing you could focus on was the hurt look covering taeyong's face, his wide eyes sad and puppy-like in nature. it pulled at your heartstrings in a way you knew would only cause trouble.

after a few moments of silence, a few moments of taeyong talking softly whilst you tried to stop your eyes dropping to his pouting lips, you couldn't bear it anymore. you had already ruined your friendship, what more did you have to lose? with shaking hands you wrapped an arm around his neck, ignoring the way his eyes widened a fraction. all sensible thoughts deserted you, your mind only able to focus on the closing distance between you and the confused boy in front of you.

kissing taeyong was everything you expected, and more. his lips were warm against yours and one of his hands came down to tilt your jaw upwards, the other falling down to rest on your waist. the new angle of your head meant taeyong could deepen the kiss, sighing into your mouth when you knotted your hands in his now neon green hair and tugged slightly. time seemed to accelerate as your lips molded against his, the lipgloss you were wearing sweet in your mouths. minutes later taeyong decided your lips weren't enough and broke away from you, panting, only to trial delicate pecks down your neck. his lips got hungrier, the like pecks morphing into hot, open-mouthed, desperate kisses that made your knees weak. you moaned when he hit a particularly sensitive spot under your ear, and he backed you against the wall to stop you falling.

it should have stopped there, you now know. but there was something irresistible about the noises he made when you pressed his body closer yours that made you unable to stop. not an ounce of trepidation passed through you as taeyong pulled you towards one of the remaining bedrooms in the house. you couldn't bring yourself to worry about the state of your friendship, or your heart for that matter, as he pressed you carefully down onto the freshly made sheets of the king-size bed, or later when he made you come undone over and over again, gasping nothing but his name. the way he moaned your name in return would forever be engrained in your brain.

your avoidance of taeyong quickly turned into skipping your shared classes, carefully planning when to walk where to prevent bumping into him. your attempts didn't go unnoticed by the man in question, and you were soon cornered again, this time with nowhere to hide.

taeyong stood in the middle of your dorm room, a deep frown creasing his eyebrows. you struggled to think clearly, his sad expression making your brain short circuit. his hands are fiddling with the sleeves of the black hoodie he's wearing, and you wonder momentarily if you look as nervous as he does. "why are you ignoring me?" excuses shot through your head as you tried to find the one that would cause the least damage, only to come up empty. you can do nothing open and close your mouth, clueless as to what to say. "do you regret it? is that it?"

did you regret it? in some sense, you think you must have regretted it, even if that regret was outweighed by the uncomfortable flipping of your stomach. before that night in the frat house your friendship could have been salvaged, but now you knew there was no chance.

"no, i don't regret it–"

"then why are you ignoring me, y/n?" he was shouting now, and you were suddenly aware of how this must have hurt him. as much as he had been your rock whenever you needed someone to rely on, you were his. and you had abandoned him. the inner turmoil was clear on your face and tears started to fill your eyes as you truly understood what you had done. this was all your fault. "did i do something? because if i did, you need to tell me–"

"i'm in love with you," although he was still shouting, your quiet words easily registered in his head. frozen, he waited for you to continue, ignoring the tears now pouring down your face. you had kept this in for too long, watched him flirt and date and sleep with so many other girls that weren't you, and you needed him to know it. the only way you could diminish the hopelessness in your chest was to make him understand your reasons, "okay? are you happy now?" you hiss, voice quickly rising to the volume his had previously been, but you couldn't look at him. instead, you focused your teary gaze on the photos you pinned up over your desk; you and taeyong at the beach, you and taeyong on the ferris wheel, you and taeyong… you and taeyong… the memories accompanying the photos drifted through your head, days of unbelievable warmth, happiness. the time you spent with taeyong made you forget the hardships in your life, like a lighthouse guiding you to safety. "i've been in love with you for months, taeyong, months. every time you brought a girl home, it killed me, okay? so forgive me if i didn't want to watch anymore."

the air was still as you waited for him to say something, anything. the strength to look up evaded you, and you stayed focusing on the once happy memories printed out on your wall. oh, how that had changed now. but taeyong didn't say anything. the sound of the door opening brought you out of your thoughts, only just seeing the back of his brightly coloured hair before the door slid shut. it clicked closed loudly, the sound echoing in the now cold room, shutting out the voices from outside. shutting out taeyong.

the next few weeks were hell for taeyong. locked away in his head, he would spend hours at a time missing you, thinking back to your soft, sweet lips against his. reminiscing on the days you spent at the school library, muffling your laughs in your hands so you wouldn't be kicked out. about all the times you would sneak into the basketball court after dark to see who could shoot from further away. about the cafes you had tried out together, the museums you visited together, the late-night car rides with no destination in mind. he didn't know why he left you in your apartment that day you confessed to him, and weeks later he couldn't fathom it. under his carefully crafted exterior, he knew he was scared. he was scared to ruin it with you, to break your heart like he had been doing so well before. in his eyes he would be nothing but trouble for you. and so, he buried his emotions, as per usual, moving on and trying anything to forget about you.

only when taeyong saw you on a date with someone else, your outgoing history partner, did he truly fathom his mistakes. you when you were laughing at something they said, the careless laugh you used to save for him – eyes crinkled at the corners, hand not covering your mouth – and he knew you had moved on. he had waited too long and destroyed whatever was left of his chance to make things right again. a weight settled in his chest as he watched you drag your hand down the boy's arm, interlocking your fingers and kissing his knuckles with a content smile on your face. as much as it hurt him, you looked happy. it was a stark contrast to the last time he had seen your face, red and blotchy with tears, lips quivering as you tried to supress your quiet sobs.

as much as it pained him, he knew you were better off without him. you would be happier with someone other than him at your side. his heart ached when he realised the two of you were nothing more than strangers again. he had nothing left of you than those cherished memories. nothing more than strangers with lasting memories.

a/n: one of the first fics i’ve edited lmao

[violetnotez]

Rookie |3|

Dabi x UA Traitor! reader

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WOW I finally posted??? 😦😦 Now that my school has been cancelled (thanks Corona!) I’ll finally be able to write a little more! 😋 I’m going to end this little series so I start working on other requests and fics I have ideas for

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Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 3702

Warnings: cursing, Dabi being a WhOrE

Summary: Dabi has begun training you since your the newest rookie to enter the LOV, and things get a little heated.

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“Oh he didnt tell you?” Dabi smiled evilly, making your heart race. “We’re going out training tonight- just you and me.”

You internally screamed. What the hell Shigaraki?! He knew how much of a pervert Dabi secretly was- he didnt try that hard to hide it. SO why was Shigaraki trying to screw you over by placing you with this man you were slowly gaining reluctant feelings for?

“ Shigaraki thinks it would be a good idea for me to train you,” Dabi continued, hardly noticing the terror erupting inside you from being alone with him, “ since our quirks are similar. Help you feel out how to work alongside me once we put our plan into place.”

You simply nodded your head, trying to pretend you were cool and collected about learning this new information.

“Smart-alright, I’m in. I just need a place to change into my costume.”

“Oh, thats alright princess- I don't mind if ya do it right here. Matter of fact- I’d really love it if you do.”

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You and Dabi were standing in the middle of an empty field, the air around you warm and full of flaming embers, reds and blues mixing into purple in the night sky.

“Fix your form-your not focusing your power right.”

“Well maybe if somebody would stop dodging,” you panted out, your chest filling with slight annoyance,”I’d maybe- be able- to aim properly!”

You and Dabi had been doing this for quite a while, at least 30 minutes.

After that fateful day you had come to the LOV offering information for the Villian group, (particularly about Izuku Midoriya), in exchange for a place on the League, Shigaraki had been hesitant to let you join. But he had begun to realize you could be a good asset to the League of Villians after seeing how powerful your quirk could be. You had the look for a Villian: when you activated your powers, your body would turn a bright red, your eyes turning a deadly black color. Your powers were equally as interesting, as you could control fire on one side of your body while your other side was able to read the mind of anybody you touched. You went by “Demon”, and even though it annoyed Shigaraki to no end that you used a “stupid nickname”, he couldn’t avoid the fact that you could be good addition to the team. You were now training with Dabi under Shigaraki’s orders for your mission to invade UA at their summer camp, information you had generously given to Shigaraki as you were a student at the prestigious hero school.

“Or is it because your still flustered from changing into your suit?”

Dabi has moments ago given you your new Villian outfit, the feeling of the tight outfit restricting your breathing slightly with how heavy you were panting.

He grinned devilishly, making your already red cheeks redder. His icy blue flames came dangerously close to your skin, the scorching heat singing the tips of your hair.

“Watch it doll, we don’t want to be burning that pretty face of yours, do we?”

You threw him a dirty look, your chest heaving against the black material of your new suit. You were tired and overexerted, while Dabi stood there calmly, almost amused as sweat began to trickle down your fiery red skin: your quirk couldn’t last for long, no more than an hour at a time, and you could feel the power you had over it slowly diminish already. It took a lot for you to hold on to your altered form, which was something you had been working on at UA.

You shifted your feet, grounding yourself into the soft dirt. Even though Dabi was extremely attractive and a huge flirt, you wouldn’t allow him to make a fool out of you. You would use every last ounce of your power to make sure that he knew you were strong enough to fair against him.

“Well-“ you huffed out, “if somebody wasn’t trying to keep sneaking peeks like a perv-I wouldn’t have been all flustered in the first place!”

You threw a large fireball, the flames licking dangerously close to Dabi’s stomach, his torso swiveling a few seconds before it made an explosive impact. The flames hit a nearby tree, engulfing it in a ball of gray smoke as Dabi looked at you in shock.

“Guess I’m not the only one who needs to watch themselves, huh?” You snickered proudly at his dumbfounded expression.

Dabi shook his head, a deep chuckle rumbling in his chest. You were too damn persistent on one upping him-it was pretty cute. And that damn fireball was pretty powerful-he wouldn’t ever expect that much force to come from you. He watched as your face continued to hold that triumphant smile, even as your legs began to shake and your shoulders slumped from exhaustion. You were overexerting yourself, and he felt a part of him feel respect for you for putting up so much of a fight against him. He had to admit, as much as he was trying to play it off that he was in control, you were giving him a slight workout. They were obviously doing something right at UA, because a little newbie like you shouldn’t being fairing so well against an experienced Villain like him.

“You were lucky that time-I was distracted.” Dabi smirked again, letting his eyes travel up and down your body, allowing it to be blankly obvious that he was eyeing your form.

He was overly pleased with how your new Villain suit turned out- it was elegant, mysterious, and absolutely gorgeous on your figure. Not to mention that it hugged your body from head to toe. Dabi’s mouth was practically watering every time you did any type of maneuver that showed off your chest or your ass. Dabi’s mind was deep in the gutter, imagining what it would feel like to grab you. He loved to imagine how it would feel to coax sweet little moans out of you, to let his hands travel your body like he had wanted to do for so long.

Something about you made you irresistible to Dabi, as if you were this rare gem that had fallen into his life that he wanted so badly to be his.

“Distracted?” You panted, straightening your back as you tilted your head. “Or just looking somewhere your weren’t supposed to?”

Dabi shrugged, that proud smirk still plastered in his face. “Maybe a little bit of both.”

Your eyes looked down, your mouth biting the tender skin on the inside. Every Time he flirted with you, you got overly flustered-it was like Dabi had a hold of your precious feelings and he toyed with them like a hobby. You huffed out your breath, your lips in a slight pout. You wouldn’t let him get into your head-not that easy.

Dabi’s hand twitched, the image of your lips plumped out like that making his body go into overdrive. You had the most gorgeous face he had ever seen- with your lips moving all so prettily like that, he couldn’t help but just want to eat you up right then and there.

You let your feet leave the traction of the dirt, running quickly to charge him. Your body engulfed in flames, your hand and suit on your right side lighting up in a flurry of red and orange. The sweet night wind brushed against your skin, making the fire crackle and spit dangerously as you tried to land yet another hit.

Dabi dodged each one with ease, as if he had been anticipating each one. You grunted, swiveling your legs around in a crouch. You wanted so badly to prove it to him, to yourself, that you were worthy of a place in this team.

“Why are you trying so hard, Demon?” Dabi asked calmly, as if reading your mind. “Have something to prove?”

“No-“ you lied, wiping a bead of sweat off your forehead, “just feeling like kicking your ass a little.”

Dabi smirked, licking his bottom lip. God, why was your determination so goddamn hot to him?

He looked down at your body, noticing that your skin wasn’t a fiery red anymore- a few patches of your skin were turning into your original pigment, like paint being smeared off of skin. Dabi smirked-you were tired. How precious.

He quickly threw a blue flame your way, making you shriek as you dodged it.

“Dabi, what the hell-“ you yelled in shock.

Dabi swiftly grabbed your arm, now dangerously close to you now. His figure was towering over your smaller frame, his eyes scanning your body.

“You sure it’s just about beating me?” He interrogated in a low voice. You gulped, those icy blue eyes glaring into your soul, the warmth of his hand dangerously close to burning your skin.

“Or is it because of something else?

You stayed quiet-you couldn’t possibly tell him why you were trying so hard. You couldn’t even figure it out yourself. You knew you were so happy to be doing exactly what you knew you were capable of-but the past kept surfacing in your mind. The name calling, the fear, the suppression you faced because of how scary your quirk is-hell, your own family were terrified of you applying to UA because they didn’t want the world knowing who you truly were. They argued you to stay home, to go to a normal high school, not one meant for hero training.

“It’s safer,” you remembered your mother saying, “nobody will bother you if you don’t use your quirk.”

You knew they were just worried for you-your quirk did have many giving you strange stares once you activated it, some cringing out of terror. You were called names all the time, many of them unpleasant-everyone who knew of your quirk seemed to think you were a monster. And even if you did get someone who seemed more interested than scared than you, you’d always get the same remark-

“You’d make a very good Villian.”

“How’s UA doing? Having fun at your little Hero school?” Dabi broke through your thoughts, his low, silky voice sending a shiver down your spine as his grip tightened slightly.

“UA is….doing,” you shrugged, not wanting to gaze into those blue eyes. Everytime you looked into them, you seemed to lose all control over yourself.

You tried to use Dabi’s little small talk to get out of his intense hold, yanking your arm away with sudden force. Dabi seemed to anticipate your movements, as he quickly yanked your arm again, a quiet gasp slipping out your lips as he pushed your back painfully into his chest, immobilizing you.

“Just doing? Seems to me you're hiding something,” he snickered huskily into your ear, loving how flustered you became. Your heart was pacing, your legs shaking-the hold you had on your quirk was slipping as Dabi overpowered you. You shimmied harshly, only getting Dabi’s hold on you to be stronger.

“I think I know what’s going on-you want to prove your not a hero,” Dabi grinned devilishly, loving the feeling of your body against his, “You want to show your different from them. Why is that Demon?”

His voice was so calm and silky: he knew he was in control, and he was drinking up every second of it.

You huffed, a single strand of hair falling in your face. Those few words were sending your body into a frenzy, a sudden heat flooding your chest at those simple words. But even though Dabi was turning you into a flustered mess, unwanted Memories began to flood in your head:

You remembered Getting into UA and being put into Class 1B, the excitement and slight disappointment filling your body-your classmates crying in shock when you transformed for the first time, some shouting why you were even in one of the Hero courses if you looked so scary.

You remembered the way the teachers tried to cover you up, your hero suit completely covering your skin as if it wasn’t right for you to show off your quirk, at least just a little bit.

That whole school reeked of superstition and prejudice.

How foolish you were to think being a hero would gain you acceptance in society.

You grunted again, trying to get out of Dabi’s tight hold.

“Let’s just say,” you chided,

“I was a little demon thrust out of hell.

Because the Devil couldn’t cope with me.”

Dabi let those words sink in, absorbing each syllable you spoke.

He smiled, a chuckle rumbling out his chest, the vibration causing your back to shiver. He knew exactly what you were going through-you hated this world, this world that shut you out for being different.

“I’ve never heard truer words, dollface.”

Dabi let go of you, surprise flooding your body. You turned around, rubbing your arm, the skin beginning to turn back to your normal pigment.

Dabi stared down at your annoyed face, a soft smile unlike his usually seductive, lazy one gracing his bicolored lips.

He had never related to someone more, and it somehow being you made a strange sensation fill him. He still found you unbelievably attractive, the imprint of your body forever ingrained in his mind, making him wish you could stay close to him forever-but he now just wanted you for more than that. Something about you made him go crazy inside, this electric attraction he just couldn’t ignore.

You looked back at him, confusion plastered on your face-his smile was so much more...tranquil, blissful. He was looking at you with such adoration it made your heart palpitate and flutter with each passing beat.

“Why are you looking at me like that Dabi?” You smiled weakly, a blush creeping on your cheeks.

His slender fingers found themselves to the crook of your chin, raising it so he could see more of your beautiful face in the moonlight.

“Just wanted to see my little Demon a little better,” he grinned, that ever creeping blush making his insides go wild.

“What do you mean your-“ you began, but couldn’t finish as Dabi’s lips rammed themselves onto yours.

The kiss was anything but soft-it was rough, full of raw, unfulfilled emotions Dabi had been feeling for so long. His lips were strong, the scarred skin and metal prickling into your tender skin. But he was holding back-his wasn’t trying to overly touch you, which would surprised the hell out of you if you weren’t completely in shock.

You were tense, your brain going a million miles a minutes. He was kissing you? You knew he had some strange thing for you, he had made it panifully obvious, but you assumed it was a joke, a little game he liked to play- nothing serious that warranted this kind of desperate kiss. You were also terrified-doing this with Dabi muddled your plans-it created an emotional attachment you didn’t want.

You were scared of being rejected again like so many other times for being yourself.

But Dabi had accepted you, right? He was never phased by your transformation-in fact he seemed in awe with it. He didn’t treat you differently, or make you feel strange in your own skin-but then again, he was a Villian. He could be doing that to somehow get something of value out of you.

You felt your left hand itch, the hand that allowed you to look in other peoples minds-to see their deepest desires in that moment. Fear bubbled in you-this whole time you had been fighting with just your fire dominant hand from a far range. Your left hand scared you, it being the side that was harder to control for you. Who knew what you would see in Dabi’s mind? Were you ready to see whatever desires he wanted?

“Fuck it,” you thought blindly-you wanted to know, to get these confused emotions sorted out.

You tentatively kissed back, liking the roughness against you as you slide your shaking digits through his soft black hair.

An instant rush came over you, a blinding white light taking your vision whole.

Everything became hazy, the outer linings of your vision turning suddenly dark, gold flecks dancing across your eyes.

Your voice hitched, watching the blissful dream-like scene in front of you.

You were meet with another version of yourself, but instead, you were dressed in intricate black lingerie as you lounged on top of Dabi’s bare chest you both were sitting on a plush bed, your hips grinding into Dabi’s own. You were feverishly kissing his scarred neck as his hands traced every curve of your body hungrily, breathing moans of his name escaping out of you like a mantra. Both of you were so intense in your make out session, it was as if you two had never touched another person in your lives.

Before you could even process the scene, your sight instantly turned brighter as began to witness another desire.

You looked as you were again in something revealing, but not as sexual. This time, you were wearing a white shirt, it’s fabric loose around your body, it’s length stopping around your mid thigh. Something about that shirt was very recognizable: you craned your head for a better look, the unmistakable v-neck having to be Dabi’s own white shirt on your body. Your legs were tangled with his as you laid on his chest, the look on his face so blissful and sweet you couldn’t help but feel your heart swell.

Another and final blinding white light took over you, this time seeing something strange-it was an actual memory. It was the first time you and Dabi were alone together, you singing to one of your favorite songs as you were putting away papers for Shigaraki. Dabi has walked in on your little solo song session, you being too wrapped up in the lyrics to be that embarrassed. You had laughed as he rolled his eyes, expecting him to walk away like he did in real life.

But instead, he walked up to you, grabbing your hand, and twirling you around, bringing you gently close to his chest. He held you like that, your face a wreck as he chuckled. He had whispered something in your ear, making your eyes wide as he pulled you into a sweet kiss, the hazy lights quickly turning into black.

Your eyes shot open, all the images swarming into your head so quickly it made you feel dizzy. You instantly pulled away, feeling your chest begin to tighten as you stared at Dabi’s slightly confused face, that lazy smirk still on his lips.

“The hell was that?” he asked, malice gone from his voice as he looked at your now completely human form: it seemed like using your quirk sucked out any energy you had left.

“I-I,” yiu gulped, pushing a piece of hair away from your face, “I used my left side on you-I looked into your mind-“

“Huh.”

He looked towards the side, a thoughtful expression on his face. He didn’t really mind you looking in there-at least you knew how he felt towards you now. But the one thing that was concerning him was the last scene-he remembered that day, how he had found you so adorable, he just wanted to pick you up and never let you go. He wanted to tell you everything then and there-how attractive he found you, how you were so incredibly hot he couldn’t stand it, how he loved your personality and the way you got flustered-he loved every part of you, and wanted you to be his. But he didn’t-his emotions were too guarded. He didn’t want to be seen as weak, so he let that perfect moment go and he had been kicking himself in the ass for it ever since.

“I’m sorry,” you apologized, swallowing thickly. He was too silent-you were terrified that he was angry with you for doing so intimate without his permission.

To your surprise, he smiled that mischievous grin that made your heart go crazy.

“No worries dollface,” he grinned, “I’m just happy we’re on the same page.”

“Now what I’m wondering,” he continued as he snaked a hand around your waist, pushing your body back into him, “is if you think the same about me?”

To your surprise, his voice wasn’t confident-he sounded almost nervous about your answer.

. “Maybe…,” You grinned, your voice shaking as you placed your hand again behind his head, “does this help?”

You then leaned your face, connecting your lips once again, feeling a delicious warmth fill your body. Dabi was this intense rush, with the harshness of his lips while his hands being so gentle, as if you were so delicate he could break you. His warmth was intoxicating, making you melt into his chest. You couldn’t breathe, the sensation and the smell of him turning your head into a fuzzy haze.

Finally, you were forced to part, both of your breaths a soft pant.

Dabi was in love with this-he desperately wanted to touch you more, to feel every part of you, but he knew he needed to take it slightly slow for you. Dabi knew he had to be a least a little patient-you were new to this lifestyle, this change in morales no matter how stubborn you were to say it. He didn’t want to overwhelm you- you had to walk before you ran. And right now, Dabi was surprised he was okay with this-you were intoxicating to be around, and just having a little intimacy was good enough for him.

“What were you telling me,” you asked in a daze, your feathery light voice making Dabi’s heart skip.

He cocked his head slightly in confusion, letting a hand rest on your hip.

“In the last scene,” you asked, “when you whispered-what did you say?”

He chuckled, that rumble in his chest making your chest tighten.

“I just wanted to know if you wanted to be mine,” he asked nonchalantly, as if it weren’t such a big deal.

“And what did I say?” You asked, your finger beginning to trace the outline of his collarbone.

His grip tightened on your hip, knowing full well you two were headed in dangerous territory if you kept up with touching him like that-you were making too damn hard to control himself.

“Yes,” he said through slightly gritted teeth, everything in him keeping from grabbing a handful of your ass.

“Huh-guess that little fantasy was right,” you smiled, bopping his nose delicately.

“What the hell?” His face instantly turned confused, a sweet laugh exploding out of your chest.

“Your so cute when you're startled,” you said between giggles, not noticing the way Dabi was looking at you with hunger in his eyes, his tongue licking his bottom lip.

“Ya know what would be even cuter?” He asked, his voice low and rough.

You hummed a response, your pretty eyes boring into his, making his stomach do a flip.

He grinned devilishly, knowing full well that what he was about to say would throw you for an unnecessary loop of emotions he had no remorse for doing.

“If we re-enacted that first little scene-think you’re up for some lingerie, dollface? Cause I know I am.”

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I hope you guys enjoyed this!!!! :)

[asimawv]

I write and conceptualize story to music, so I’ve compiled a playlist of 30 Darkest Dungeon-specific songs that I listen to when writing (and subsequently re-writing) in no particular order, which I hope will help you set the vibe too. :+)

Names in bold are links for easy listening - tons of Hozier and Of Monsters and Men up ahead, five minute warning.

1. ‘Fire and the Flood’ - Vance Joy

If you listen to nothing else on this list, listen to this one - it’s the kind of song that’s made for movies about yearning. Folk influences, choruses of trumpets and vocal harmony, and instruments that are layered for a rich, resonant sound. This is the song I imagine Dismas and Reynauld horse-racing through a crowded outdoors market in the hamlet to, and the song I listened to nonstop freshman year when I first started writing The Myth of Sisyphus.

You're the fire and the flood And I'll always feel you in my blood Everything is fine When your hand is resting next to mine Next to mine You're the fire and the flood

The chorus is built around biblical allusions to the fire (the burning bush signifying first contact) and the flood (destruction of the first world), the beginning and end. Every line is similarly evocative of Darkest Dungeon in their simplicity (“I’ve been getting used to waking up with you,” etc.)

2. ‘Soldier, Poet, King’ - The Oh Hellos

By the title alone you can guess who this is for. Even the Guild quote for the Leper approaches these three things as the defining parts of his character (specifically it’s “a ruined man, a warrior, and a poet.”) This song coincidentally has an old world influence to it, with a Medieval Renaissance style from a guitar playing a lute-adjacent melody.

There will come a ruler Whose brow is laid in thorn Smeared with oil like David's boy, oh lei oh lai oh Lord Oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh Lord Smeared with oil like David's boy, oh lei oh lai oh Lord

To be smeared with oil is to be anointed by a prophet and thus chosen by god himself to be king, just as David was and his boy after him (presumably Solomon). There’s something strangely wistful about the imagery, which is just how I like my songs about bygone kings.

3. ‘Exit Hymn’ - Bear Attack!

This song is about the end of the world in a version where everyone simply stands together in silence watching, rather than having the masses swarming in panic.

Lovely shapes to the world descending, Brothers and sisters. Lovely shapes to the world descending, Brothers and sisters Mute.

It defies Lovecraftian horror, which is based on the premise that “common human laws and interests and emotions have no validity or significance in the vast cosmos-at-large” - it flies in the face of existential nihilism and the despair that it should bring us. That’s why I like this song for deaths in the end-boss fight; it also has a special place for other death-related ideas, like full-party wipes - entire teams of people vanishing into the dungeons, gone insane, holding hands while the darkness surrounds them.

It’s a bare song which has a sanctity to it, mostly just piano and rain and human voices. Just what you would hear at the end of the world.

More under the cut:

4. ‘Pursuit of Glory’ - Jhameel

This song is laid-back. It doesn’t have the Homeric intensity that some of the other songs here do - it’s a guy with a guitar and vocal harmony. By god is it a great piece of writing though (all of Jhameel’s older songs have that quality to them), and all of it is evocative of Darkest Dungeon.

So many eyes set on the path to glory Too many ties, friendship is for the lonely Can't still my heart, my tongue has tasted folly Thirsty for art, hungry for power and money

This is a song for everyone in the barracks, especially the ‘laundry list’ of people and their approaches to the pursuit of glory.

5. ‘Good Old Days’ - Macklemore (feat. Kesha)

This fucker put a Macklemore song in here. I did, yeah. It’s not even the only song with Kesha in it here (I’m sorry.) 

It’s a sentimental pop song, and I am sentimental to a fault. This is Darkest Dungeon AMV material, and I always mishear one of the lines as “we were underground, loaded mercs in that 12-passenger van” so it’s here.

We've come so far, I guess I'm proud And I ain't worried about the wrinkles around my smile I've got some scars, I've been around I've felt some pain, I've seen some things, but I'm here now Those good old days

6. ‘Past Lives‘ - Kesha

Here it is, the other Kesha song - this was introduced to me by a good friend, also in a Darkest Dungeon context. There’s just something about the lovers spanning time trope and finding each other in one life to the next that is irresistible (for the obvious reason in the context of Darkest Dungeon.) It’s a soft song, totally out of place in Kesha’s typical discography, and has a line about losing someone to the crusades, so... you know.

There's just somethin' about you I know Started centuries ago though You see your kiss is like a lost ghost Only I would know But I, I keep on falling for you Time after time Time after time

7. ‘Viva la Vida’ - Coldplay

You cannot fight this. You know that this is the song for King Baldwin IV of Jerusalem, you know it is. Did you know the official name of this genre of music is “Baroque pop”? Yes, that means more songs like this exist. You will live with this information now.

Don’t fight it. Just let it wash over you.

I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing Roman Cavalry choirs are singing Be my mirror, my sword and shield My missionaries in a foreign field For some reason I can't explain Once you go there was never, never an honest word And that was when I ruled the world

Mirror, sword, and shield, the three other members of his party, his missionaries in a foreign field. Thinking emoji. I typed that out so I wouldn’t have a repeat of the crab emoji incident.

8. ‘The Boxer’ - Jerry Douglas (feat. Mumford & Sons, Paul Simon)

Partly inspired by the Bible, Simon & Garfunkle’s ‘The Boxer’ is a folk rock song about poverty, loneliness, and homesickness. It’s written and sung in a style that’s strongly reminiscent of older times, and the final verse about its eponymous boxer is particularly powerful:

In the clearing stands a boxer And a fighter by his trade And he carries the reminders Of ev'ry glove that laid him down Or cut him till he cried out In his anger and his shame "I am leaving, I am leaving" But the fighter still remains

This is what I use for Dismas’ life leading into organized crime and his foolish abandonment of stable job prospects in a half-baked bid for fame, as well as being punched down over and over again but with nowhere else to go. That last part is widely applicable across the cast.

9. ‘I Will Wait’ - Mumford & Sons

I am but a simple man. I see 'folk rock' and add it to my Darkest Dungeon playlist. This song I use for Reynauld - it has that sort of “salt of the earth,” somewhat biblical humility in its choice of words and style. 

Raise my hands Paint my spirit gold And bow my head Keep my heart slow

10. ‘Little Lion Man’ - Mumford & Sons

Have we not beaten this song to death yet? Can you blame us? This is the people’s song. We reserve it for all of our favorite fuck-up characters, as primal as Saturn devouring his son. We love this song. Jesus.

Tremble for yourself, my man, You know that you have seen this all before Tremble little lion man, You'll never settle any of your scores Your grace is wasted in your face, Your boldness stands alone among the wreck Now learn from your mother or else spend your days biting your own neck

The line about learning from your mother in particular is why I think of this song for Dismas’ introspection, but I also associate it with the Hellion.

11. ’From Eden’ - Hozier

There’s too much Hozier in my playlists. There is so much of it, and it’s all important to me, says the hoarder. There’s something about profoundly intimate folk music that I love, and god put folk, R&B, blues, and alt rock into a Vitamix for 45 seconds to make Hozier.

Honey you're familiar like my mirror years ago Idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on its sword Innocence died screaming, honey ask me I should know I slithered here from Eden just to sit outside your door

‘From Eden’ is, according to Hozier, about idolizing someone from a distance, written from the perspective of the devil “looking longingly at something he desires - for everything that he does not have.” I associate this song with the Grave Robber for its playfully nihilistic tone - Audrey does say something to the effect of being left for dead by high society and the affectionate bordering condescending address is on-brand.

12. ‘Cherry Wine’ - Hozier

‘Cherry Wine’ is unabashedly about domestic violence, and its sincerity is heartbreaking, the sanctification of the blood spilled in the name of keeping her.

The way she tells me I'm hers and she is mine Open hand or closed fist would be fine The blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine.

This song is strongly tied to the Vestal for me.

13. ‘Work Song’ - Hozier

A song about unconditional love - heaven and hell were just words, indeed.

When my time comes around Lay me gently in the cold dark earth No grave can hold my body down I'll crawl home to her

I think of this song for both Dismas and the Abomination - it’s a song about love transcending spiritual and even physical need, complete devotion, but something about it is also not quite right. It’s morbid and excessive, self-pitying, and almost ugly in its sincerity.

14. ‘Sunlight’ - Hozier

The strong gospel influence with the choruses, church organ, religious fervor - I think it makes a great song for traveling scenes and church/altar scenes.

I had been lost to you, sunlight Flew like a moth to you, sunlight oh sunlight Oh, your love is sunlight Oh, your love is sunlight (sunlight, sunlight) But it is sunlight

15. ‘Arsonist’s Lullabye’ - Hozier

The gospel this time is paired with electric rock instrumentation. Something about the lamentation is unapologetic and matter-of-fact in its disturbing inclinations - this is Paracelsus’ song. Arguably representative of Bounty Hunter and Flagellant as well.

Now that I think about it, it’s great for Abomination as well. Damn.

All you have is your fire And the place you need to reach Don't you ever tame your demons But always keep 'em on a leash

16. ‘We Sink’ - Of Monsters and Men

Of Monsters and Men are closer to the indie rock/pop spectrum with influences of folk, with much less biblical influence and more folklore-inspired lyrics. They make for great trailer and action songs.

We are the sleepers, we bite our tongues We set the fire and we let it burn Through the dreamers, we hear the hum They say come on, come on, let's go So come on, come on, let's go

In Lovecraft’s Cthulu mythos, dreams are how the Old Ones commune with humans on the earth’s surface while they slumber in the ocean depths (Cthulhu fhtagn meaning “Cthulhu is dreaming”); I like to think of the ‘sleepers’ as the heroes being tasked to “set the fire” and the ‘dreamers’ being the Heir and Ancestor driven by some unseen force to unearth the antediluvian underground.

17. ‘I Of The Storm’ - Of Monsters and Men

Very somber song, overwhelmingly piano and snare drum and vocals. Also a great death scene song, or for introspection around the campfire, or played to reveal a major event.

If I could face them If I could make amends With all my shadows I'd bow my head And welcome them

18. ‘King and Lionheart’ - Of Monsters and Men

My favorite OMAM song - it’s clearly written about two children, kind of reminiscent of ‘Where the Wild Things Are’ in its fantastical nature, and very upbeat about the end of the world.

His crown lit up the way as we moved slowly Pass the wondering eyes of the ones that were left behind Though far away, though far away, though far away We're still the same, we're still the same, we're still the same

This part is reminiscent of the Leper’s journey, but the mentions of taking over a town, howling ghosts, the end of the world, a black sea and creatures lurking below, etc. are all evocative of Darkest Dungeon.

19. ‘Little Talks’ - Of Monsters and Men

Also very upbeat for its subject matter - according to OMAM, it’s a narrative of a woman speaking with the ghost of her dead husband, or going insane and believing that she’s speaking with her dead husband.

Some days I don't know if I am wrong or right Your mind is playing tricks on you, my dear 'Cause though the truth may vary This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore

The call-and-respond style of the song is haunting. I like this song for expeditions and afflicted heroes.

20. ‘Wolves Without Teeth’ - Of Monsters and Men

Suitable for both Occultist and Abomination, being consumed by an unseen and otherworldly force that inhabits them - well, maybe just rarely seen, in the Abomination’s case. Special mention to OMAM’s ‘Human,’ same conceptual backing but more raw.

You hover like a hummingbird Haunt me in my sleep You're sailing from another world Sinking in my sea, oh You're feeding on my energy I'm letting go of it He wants it

21. ‘Desierto’ (Original Motion Picture Score) - Woodkid

This is a full album, because all of it is dark orchestral cinema music described as ‘unsettling,’ with the sole exception of ‘Land of All,’ which has vocals to it. I reserve this album for writing fight scenes and for particularly unsettling events because it’s tense and wordless. I read Junji Ito to this soundtrack too, it’s insanely high-strung and discordant.

22. ‘Iron’ - Woodkid

‘Iron’ qualifies as Baroque pop - you might recognize this as the Assassin’s Creed: Revelations song. The large-scale, cinematic style of it and thematic lyrics make it great for writing about dramatic encounters or brigands.

This deadly burst of snow is burning my hands I'm frozen to the bones, I am A million miles from home, I'm walking away I can't recall your eyes, your face

23. ‘Never Let You Down’ - Woodkid (feat. LYKKE LI)

Another somber song, orchestral with some industrial noise in the mix - another great introspection song, or one for a scene with some hard decisions to be made.

Will you come along cause I'm about to leave this town In my eyes, a waterfall, all I can hear, a siren call Could you be waiting by the shore, oh I could drown without you Will you be holding out the line when I fall?

24. ‘Run Boy Run’ - Woodkid

Church bells, fast percussion, strong orchestral presence. For chase scenes, obviously, but great for fast-paced sneaking scenes as well. Also has a strong quasi-Medieval fantasy setting style to it.

Tomorrow is another day And you won't have to hide away You'll be a man, boy! But for now it's time to run, it's time to run!

25. ‘I Love You’ - Woodkid

Don’t let the scream effects and aggressive percussion at the beginning deter you (it kind of took me by surprise the first few times too) - it soon fades into more of the church bells and melodic string accompaniment.

Oh yeah, unrequited love song? It’s free (mental) real estate, baby.

Is there anything I could do Just to get some attention from you? In the waves, I've lost every trace of you Where are you?

26. ‘Vagabonds’ - Grizfolk

A rare departure from folk! Grizfolk is alt rock/indie pop. Stylistically it doesn’t match the feeling of Darkest Dungeon, but lyrically it’s almost 1:1 to arrival in the hamlet and the subsequent expeditions. Good song for writing about recruits bonding.

Oh this careless ground, guessing this is home now Oh in no man's land, at least we're still standing And we're all just fighting, some of us will not return And there's no redemption in trying to find your way out

27. ‘Everybody Wants To Rule The World’ - Lorde

Great trailer fuel, if you’ve seen the AC: Unity E3 trailer with this song - I listen to an extended version when writing fights in the Guild, especially one where two heroes are beefing. It’s got a primal kind of thing going on. I also associate this song with the Arbalest - lyrically, it fits her backstory like a glove.

Welcome to your life There's no turning back Even while we sleep We will find you

Acting on your best behavior Turn your back on mother nature

28. ‘Torches’ - X Ambassadors

More alt rock/indie pop - kind of a rallying song for dark expeditions, hopeful but still somber in nature - some gospel elements. X Ambassadors’ more popular ‘Renegades’ is also a fun tavern song.

Come on, carry your flame Carry it higher Leave it in the darkness Carry your torches

29. ‘Passing Afternoon’ - Iron & Wine

This is a song I use for reconciliation or domestic scenes - Dismas with Junia in the garden, for example. It’s soft and kind of meandering, and features vintage piano - you know, the piano you heard in the basement of your church turned community center as a child.

There are times that walk from you like some passing afternoon Summer warmed the open window of her honeymoon And she chose a yard to burn but the ground remembers her Wooden spoons, her children stir her Bougainvillea blooms

30. ‘Some Nights’ - Fun.

You know this song, your mom knows this song, everyone knows this song from like, middle school. Thought it’d be fun to end this list on an uplifting and very popular song. This is the song that a Disney adaptation of Darkest Dungeon would use in the Training Montage™ - from the point of view of Reynauld. It hits all of the points - being their commander rather than their equal, his stern and antisocial zealotry with no true ideology behind it, the ghost of his wife.

Verse 2, starting with “Well, that is it, guys, that is all / Five minutes in and I'm bored again” is where I see it transitioning to Dismas.

Well, some nights, I wish that this all would end 'Cause I could use some friends for a change And some nights, I'm scared you'll forget me again Some nights, I always win (I always win) But I still wake up, I still see your ghost Oh Lord, I'm still not sure what I stand for, oh What do I stand for? What do I stand for? Most nights, I don't know

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Well that’s all from me! Feel free to leave your own recommendations in the replies, and I’d love to know what you think about my personal picks. :+)

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Doppio - Hair

This is cross-posted from Wattpad and available on AO3.

Enjoy~

Gender neutral fic, you guys are lucky!

Doppio was sitting on the couch, restless and waiting for yet another call from his boss. The boy's form was hunched over as he buried his face in his hands.

He was too tired to care about anything right now, and his disheveled hair sticking out everywhere was one of them.

"Doppio...?" You called him and you sudden soft voice startled him as he perked up.

"Huh? Oh Y/N it's you..." He uttered and went back to staring mindlessly into the void.

Your expression was soft on your lover as you approached him on the couch. You would have loved to tell him to get some rest or have something to drink or eat, but you knew that he was expected to be ready to bolt out any second as soon as he received the call.

You put your hand on his shoulder and rubbed his back soothingly, an encouraging gesture telling him to stay strong. He smiled and looked at you through stray strands of pink hair covering his freckled face.

Your eyes travelled from him to the coffee table where his hair brush, comb and some hair ties were set messily.

"Doppio, why didn't you do you hair?"

"It was too frustrating, I gave up." He sheepishly said while rubbing the back of his neck.

You chuckled as you could only imagine the scene of him losing his patience after a few tries. Your cute Doppio could be quite feral sometimes, which you couldn't blame him for, the boy was so overworked.

"I'll be right back."

He followed you with his eyes with curiosity as you walked away, only to walk back a few moments later with a bottle of hair serum.

You squirted some product onto your hand and put the bottle onto the table. You then stood in front of him while warming up the serum in your palms. He looked up at you with wide, star-filled eyes.

"Y/N, you're going to do my hair?" He asked in anticipation, his voice hopeful.

"You don't mind?" He shook his head vigorously, giddy and excited. Oh, he loved when you played with his hair. "Okay, tell me if I'm hurting you."

He hummed in response and let you run your fingers through his pink locks, caressing strands after strands and applying the light oil onto his slightly matted hair.

"Ooh that smells so good!" He squealed in delight as the sugary scent filled his nose. Neat! He was going to smell so sweet for this mission.

"Right? I think it's a mix of Argan, Coconut and Shea. Your hair is gonna be so shiny and nourished~"

He gasped in happiness. If you of all people gave him hair advice, he could only listen. Your hair was so pretty and soft, he felt almost privileged to be groomed by you. With these thoughts in mind, he subconsciously started playing with a piece of your own hair, relishing in the texture before letting go.

He slumped his shoulders and relaxed when you started massaging his scalp, his eyes fluttering shut against his will. The rare languorous feeling was absolutely heavenly to him and your delicious skilled fingers playing with his sensitive scalp sent tingles coursing through his entire body.

He let out a heavy sigh and leaned his head against your chest. He could hear the rumble of your voice as you chuckled lightly.

"Don't fall asleep on me Doppio." You teased and gently tilted his head back to work on the baby hairs that covered his forehead.

"Ah- I'm sorry!" His freckled cheeks warmed up with an adorable pink tint, embarrassed by his own actions.

As his head was tilted upwards, he looked up at you with guilty and droopy eyes that you found absolutely cute.

Maybe you didn't like him putting his head on you like this, he thought to himself, feeling a bit self-conscious about your reaction. Poor boy could never be so wrong.

He was always quite shy in terms of displays of affection and he never knew how to proceed, even if you didn't seem to mind his hesitation and lack of initiations. He rathered let you be in charge for these things most of the time, scared to mess up if he tried to touch you himself.

You looked down at him while running smooth fingers through his hairline, tucking back all his hair. You had to fight the burning urge to kiss him and his cute, cute lips. He was so adorable.

You eventually let go to grab the brush and comb on the table behind you, tucking the comb inside your pants pocket like it was some kind of gun.

Handling the brush with ease, you very carefully started by brushing his hair back, detangling it as thoroughly as you could without hurting him and craddling his head every time you hit a particularly difficult knot to prevent any harsh pulling.

"You don't shed a lot, Doppio, have you been eating more properly lately?" You asked, observing the very few pieces of hair collecting into the brush.

"Ah, yes... You noticed?"

You hummed in response before continuing. "Yes. That's good. I'm happy." You softly assured and he smiled.

He felt calm and soothed down as you detangled his hair, section by section, each motion of the brush followed by a gentle sweep from your other hand. Nobody in this world handled him with as much care as you did.

Besides his previous insecurities, you craddling him protectively prompted him to lay his face back against your chest.

Detangling his entire head was the longest part of the makeover anyway, so he might as well rest a bit on his comfortable, delicate partner Y/N that smelled of such a relaxing scent.

He fidgeted with your pants buttons, belt, pockets and other ornaments that were in his current reach mindlessly as he let you do whatever you wanted with him.

When you were done and finally got rid of all the stubborn knots that were troubling him so much earlier, you put the brush aside and ran your fingers through his pink hair, relishing in the softness of it.

You tilted his head up admired his form beneath you. He looked so docile in your hands it was beyond sweet to see. His hair framing his face and cascading down his shoulders looked way longer than what you were used to.

"You're beautiful, Doppio." You breathed, completely enamored with him and his golden gaze met yours. His eyes widened and he blushed vividly at your sincere words.

"Thank you, Y/N... And...Y-you look... You look..."

He wanted to return the compliment, but he was completely stuck with the right word to choose. His eyes shifted everywhere from your face to your neck, down your chest and stomach, then your hips and further down and oh God, what to do?

What should he even call you? Stunning? Hot? Magnificent? Cute? Gorgeous? Sexy? Irresistible? 'Step on me'? You were just so perfect in his eyes, he was at loss for words.

He looked down, sweating and tensing up visibly as he struggled to dig up his brain. He wanted to tell you something that would make you feel the same butterflies he felt in his stomach when you praised him.

"Y-y-your fingers..." His voice shook. "You're so good with- ...your... I mean-..."

"Don't bother, amore, you're making me melt already." You spoke lovingly while tucking some rebellious hair behind his reddening ear.

'Oh my god', Doppio thought to himself, his blood pumping in his ears. If you kept this on, he would pretty much explode. There's only so much love one man can take!

You put your hands over his cheeks gently and guided his face so that he looked straight forward instead of down.

"Don't move."

He could only obey your gentle yet demanding voice as you grabbed the comb and started parting his hair, tracing that zig-zag line that looked so cute on him and that he seemed to like so much.

Why did it feel so good when you did it? When he does it on himself, it just feels bland and even hurt sometimes, when he was too harsh.

But when you did it, the feeling of the comb grazing his scalp felt like magic, like you managed to find all the right nerves to tingle and make him weak. Truly his life would be tasteless without you to spark even the simplest act of parting his hair.

You carefully rearranged his hair into place after parting it and tucked all of it back, leaving only one thick strand at the front to frame his face.

You turned around to grab the ties and got ready to braid his hair. He knew to braid his own hair like an expert, but everytime you did it, he was surprised to find a new type of braid each time he had to undo it at the end of the day.

You'd surprise him with fishtail braids, or french braids, dutch braids, even 4-strands braids which happened to freak someone out somehow. He wondered if you actually learned to make these hairstyles for him, or if you just were naturally this amazing with your hands.

He let himself being lulled by the light movements of your fingers working on his hair, moving downwards slowly.

"Huh, funny how the boss hasn't called yet. I'm almost done, hang in there."

Oh but he didn't want you to be done. It was so nice, why did the best things always had to last so short?

When you were finally done and tied his braid securely, you tapped gently on his shoulder and moved around just enough to put everything down on the table as he straightened himself a bit.

"Alright, all finished. Looking all fresh and handsome~" You chuckled and he smiled genuinely, patting his now soft hair and feeling his flawless braid.

"Thank you so much, Y/N! Let me do something for you in return next time!"

"Sure thing."

As he was about to lean back on the couch, you wrapped your arms protectively around his head, keeping him flush against you. He froze at the sudden unexpected contact.

"Y-Y/N...?"

"...Let's stay like this for a while. Until Diavolo calls." You uttered and squeezed him lovingly close to you.

Doppio's face burned red again and his heart skipped a beat at your bold gesture, but he still embraced you back, snaking his slender arms around your inviting waist and made himself comfortable.

"I thought... You didn't like me leaning on your chest..." Doppio mumbled, a bit ashamed to admit his own thoughts.

"Nonsense, tesoro. I love having you so close to me."

He leaned his cheek over your chest and sighed delightfully, closing his eyes and listening to the music your heart made.

"Your heart is beating fast, Y/N. Why is it beating so fast, huh? I hope it's because of me." You could hear the smile in his voice and you gasped at his attitude.

"Don't tease me, Doppio, or else..."

You glided your fingers down his back and ran your nails right along his spine where you knew he was sensitive and the boy squirmed and jerked in your hold.

"Ah-! Wait- Y/N don't do this, I'm gonna-"

You laughed at his helplessness and how adorable his reaction was. "Sorry bello, but I can't help it, you're just so cute."

He leaned back slightly, just enough to look up at you with a pout, which soon turned into a more relaxed expression and you couldn't help but lean down, drawn by his half-lidded golden gaze.

You felt him clutch at the back of your shirt in anticipation as his freckled cheeks dusted with pink and his breath hitched. You cupped his face tenderly and closed your eyes, ready to capture his lips in yours.

"TURURURURURURURUN!"

He gasped and backed away abruptly. You weren't startled, but you couldn't hide the disappointement on your face.

"Oh god oh god, where is it?!"

Doppio frantically looked around, lifting the couch pillows and looking under them, searching for the 'phone'. You grabbed the hair brush behind you and threw it at him, which he swiflty caught in his hands before staring at you in disbelief.

"How did you kno-"

"Just go, baby. We don't want to make the boss angry. Take care, alright?"

He shot up from his seat and patted his pants pockets, making sure he wasn't forgetting anything. He picked up and raised the brush to his ear as he headed to the door.

"Yes, hello? Boss? Yes, I'm on the way! I'm leaving right now!" Doppio quickly waved at you while opening the door and leaving, fast as the wind.

You sighed as the door closed and you turned around to clean up the mess, putting away the hair products and tools lying around.

Hopefully your lover would come home early tonight.

Give this man some love and vitamins, please. I refuse to lewd the pink boy, I just want to smooch his face and stain him with my lipstick. That's my kink.

Also, in the anime, Doppio has a complex braid, but in the manga, he's wearing some kind of knitted hair pin, which was a pretty popular accessory when I was a young whippersnapper lol.

It's kinda ugly tho lol 2000's fashion amiright.