#her hair looks so pretty for the end of the world

[dr-solomon]

blood in the water, everyone wants her

game synopsis: While dirty truth questions are answered on the table, reader gives a head to a random person under the table. If the person can be guessed by one of the others, the guesser receives $50 from him. If he cannot be guessed until cum, everyone gives him $100.

w: ot5 × f!reader, pretty much blow job, dirty talk, i mean DIRTY talk, alcohol, dollism, ambitious boys, bad boys, sweet boys, orgasms - can't orgasms, cum eating, different tastes, dirt dirt dirt

The red stars of the small home bar flow to create a burgundy pool under the table. The last thing you see before you fall to your knees is how late it is. And as you crawl, you wonder if there are five other boys in the world right now who have their zippers down at the same time.

It's a fact that somehow you enjoy this madness.

“Uh... What's a sex position that you've never tried that you're curious about?” Beomgyu grimaces as he flips through the pink magazine in his hand, reading indecisively.

“Kama sutra, bitch.” Yeonjun leans his head back. “Isn't there something more original?”

Beomgyu frowns as his eyes continue to wander through the questions.

“Gentlemen, there's a girl here.”

Soobin might be the most serious person at the table. “We're not going to talk about the fantasies you have while jerking off."

And yes, he was the one who gave you a long speech before you went under the table. He told you that you could leave whenever you wanted, that you could end the game whenever you wanted, that you could start whenever you wanted and end whenever you wanted, and tons of other things to make you feel comfortable while tucking a lock of hair behind your ear. He didn't expect you to agree to do that, and he probably didn't expect to feel you between his legs now.

“Where's the riskiest place you've done it?”

The question creates a small silence at first.

Soobin slowly crosses his arms over his chest and takes a deep breath as you take his already semi-erect cock in your hand.

“I am a trustworthy man.” he speaks, just before feeling your hot mouth.

Everyone must be looking dangerously into each other's eyes because they are not normally this quiet.

Your hands are on your lap, just the tip of Soobin's cock can fill your mouth nicely. Your teeth rest softly against Soobin's thick warm skin, you move your head a little and fill your mouth a little more.

“I don't know, family house?” Kai mumbles and a few seconds later everyone stops for a second as a wet sound comes from under the table.

You stop too when you remember that you have to be careful not to make a sound.

Yeonjun smirks, the fact that you're working quietly somewhere under the table is sweet to him.

“Office bathroom.”

And the third response is his.

“You must have a great story.” Taehyun comments.

“Yeah, the story of me not being a trustworthy man.”

Soobin doesn't even roll his eyes at this, no, he doesn't think he can do anything as your tongue grazes his tip and starts sucking again on the area you have wetted. You put your hands on his knees and you feel that he might even be holding his breath.

The sounds aren't if the best quality down there, but you can hear Soobin interrupting a sharp moan under his breath and swallowing.

You don't even need to touch his abs to feel how tight they are. He hasn't moved from his position since you started and his arms keep getting tighter and tighter across his chest.

Especially now when you start moving your head up and down.

He is not interested in any of the games going on over the table, his hips moving an inch or so where he sits and then stopping himself. There is no emotion in his face, nothing to give him away, but he shouldn't look so dull.

“At the college, in the professor's room.”

Taehyun keeps his eyes on Soobin as he responds.

“Professor's room?” Beomgyu's laughter echoes under the table, joking that he didn't know Taehyun liked old women. And Taehyun is distracted as he explains that he slept with a student, not his professor.

“Choi Soobin.”

But there's one person you left out.

“It's you, the trustworthy man.”

Yeonjun's bright smile is too cheeky as he makes others look at Soobin.

When your mouth stops as per the rules, Soobin takes off his glasses and presses his palm to his face. “Oh, god...” The thick sound coming out of his throat is almost terrifying. Now his body is partly more relaxed by the fact that he has nothing left to hide and it is increasing the intensity of his precum, but you can't touch him anymore. That must be why he tries not to look at your glossy lips.

Yeonjun chuckles at the money thrown in front of him with a perfect curse. “You're welcome.”

Not everyone knows how they found themselves in this game in the first place, but now things start to get fun.

You crawl in that direction as Beomgyu looks under the table, “Hey, love.” his hand touching your chin. “You might want to get some rest after Soobin.”

He means Soobin's big dick, but he doesn't seem to be thinking about it as he keeps his eyes on the dirty image of your mouth until the last word. Because it might be the hottest situation and image he's ever seen.

“I'm fine.”

There are a few murmurs around the table as your breathing is a little ragged and your voice now sounds sweeter than ever.

“Yeah?” Beomgyu smiles, the fact that you will soon be crawling to eat a new dick makes him bite his lip. “Okay.”

Yeonjun presses his lips together as he feels you crawl between his legs. You can see his hand curl into a fist on his knee for a second. But you're sure his face looks relaxed as he slowly spreads his legs a little further apart. You both know that if you weren't in this stupid game he'd want to press his cock against your lips.

“Next question?” Beomgyu's voice sounds thicker under the table.

“I'll ask.”

You pause at Yeonjun's unexpected response, but he seems quite confident as he gestures with his index finger for you to come closer and get to work.

As the stupid magazine is shoved next to his money, you put your hands on his knees and wrap your lips around the tip of his cock.

“Have you ever filmed a sex tape?”

There's something in his voice but you're not sure if the others will notice it. He must have already dispelled their suspicions when he took it upon himself to ask the question.

You can feel his legs contracting under your hands as your tongue plays with his tip like a cat.

“Come on.” It's clear that the harder you go, the more he's trying to talk to them. But it's also clear that he wants to focus on your mouth.

“I did.”

Kai joins Beomgyu's laughter as Soobin is the first to confess. As your mouth slowly takes every inch of him, you feel Yeonjun hiding a low moan behind the laughter. You swirl your tongue around him nicely and press it against his hardness.

“He's a perv, isn't he?”

Taehyun speaks looking directly at Yeonjun. You can see that his hand is balled into a fist again, because he knows that if it wasn't for Beomgyu, he would have been the one to expose Soobin just now.

You lift your head a little and start sucking on the tip again and this time you can taste the slightly salty flavor.

“I knew you were up to some shit with that mirror on your ceiling.” Yeonjun laughs looking at Soobin and starts to sweat a little as he puts his hands on the table, but he's determined to manage the conversation well.

His cock slides wetly between your lips, hardening with every movement of your head.

“I like to watch.” Soobin shrugs and says something about how he likes hes partner to be reactive, but you can't hear more than half of it. Because Yeonjun puts one foot between your legs and makes you sit on the thick leather of his shoe.

“Yeah,” Taehyun agrees with Soobin and all eyes turn to him. “I've done it a couple times myself, and I let them when they want to film it.”

“What? It's not just me? Gyu?” Kai says with a laugh, but anyone could swear Beomgyu has a collection already.

Yeonjun moves his foot a little in the following minutes as you lift your skirt up and start bobbing your head up and down. It's crazy how the thin fabric of your panties is the only sticky barrier between the two of you.

His liquid traces a hot path over your lower lip and down to your chin. He wants to burn the image of yourself fucking your mouth with his cock into his brain, he wants to look down there.

The feeling is too cruel.

So is this game.

“Yeonjun.”

So is Taehyun.

“It's you.”

“Fuck-” Yeonjun curses under his breath and immediately lowers his head to look at you, fuck the fact that he lost.

Rules.

His cock slips between your lips and slams into his stomach, and his eyebrows furrow with intense sensation. “Fuck, fuck...”

“You son of a bitch!” you hear Beomgyu laugh, talking something about his acting in the first place.

Yeonjun, not caring about anything, touches your chin with his index finger and follows the path of his liquid, bringing it back to your mouth. From below, you look into his eyes, open your mouth for his finger and he hisses as your tongue eagerly accepts it.

“Hey, hey...” But when Soobin grabs Yeonjun's wrist and stops him, he throws his head back. He swears some more. He's a little sweaty and there's a slight pinkness to his cheeks.

Then Soobin gently brushes your hair back as Yeonjun pulls his wallet out of his back pocket.

The realization that you are about to make Yeonjun come, makes Kai lean over the table and look into your mouth... Under his dark eyes, Soobin asks you if you're going to stop, but no.

No, not yet...

Because Taehyun looked too hot when he hunted Yeonjun down and took his money.

Under the table, back in your half-dark world, the last thing you see is Taehyun bringing his beer to his lips.

The third time you agree to give head almost non-stop, like a warm sweet wind flowing from your body into the boys' bodies.

Something that will make each one of them want to take a personal care in you. The urge to keep you to themselves to let you know what a sweet slut you are.

The excitement that Yeonjun can give to your stomach just by touching your pussy reaches its highest level when you comes between Taehyun's legs.

He is full of surprises. He can make you feel both nervous and safe at the same time. The fact that he takes the game seriously from the start and is good at challenging whispers to you that you are moving on to perhaps the first person you will truly taste tonight.

When Taehyun doesn't even move his legs, as if he had already guessed that you were coming to him, a small smile forms on your lips that you don't know how it got there.

Your hands settle on Taehyun's thighs and slowly make a fist there, breathing deeply through your nose as you take him into your mouth.

“What is your favorite thing to do in foreplay?” Kai asks, looking into Beomgyu and Taehyun's eyes longer than anyone else. “I like to get a sloppy head.” leans back, giving his answer immediately after his question so he can get observant.

“Fingering.” You can hear how Yeonjun's voice changes after taking a blow job, sipping his drink like water.

“Fingering.” Taehyun repeats and one of his fingers crawls into your little fist. You open your mouth a little wider and move upwards from his tip, his thighs trembling for a second. He's relaxed, probably because only you can hear his breathing.

“Hand job?” Soobin pushes his glasses up his nose. “While kissing and stuff.” He looks like he's still mulling over the question. “Mutual touching is good too. I like eye contact.”

Taehyun's hardness goes further, brushing against your palate, using your head at a slow but intense pace. He sighs when you palm the part you can't take. You want him to trace lazy circles with his fingers on your pink cheeks as he whispers how good you feel.

Instead, your hands occasionally rub and resist holding each other.

“You can't say sixty-nine.” Kai speaks before Beomgyu has said anything and makes him laugh. You are impressed that Taehyun is not worried about the conversation.

Where the boys are ambitious, he is too relaxed.

And that must be his secret.

“Basically any position where he can eat the girl?” Yeonjun adds and Beomgyu gives one of those smiles where he bites his lower lip. “I can do it in any condition.” He says with a shrug. “I like boobs too.”

“Boobs, definitely.”

Soobin remembers that he can talk about how much he loves boobs and you start to jerk Taehyun's cock off into your mouth. His patience so far is really impressive but he wants to gently take your hand off his cock and wants to roll his hips into your mouth.

You stop the wet pace of moving your head by wrapping your lips around his tip and your hand starts working faster around his length.

Your tongue sways and swirls on his tip. The sharp breath he exhales must be quite hot. He bites the tip of his tongue and you see his hand tremble slightly as he rubs his palm against his pants.

The boob talk manages to keep the table occupied and you can feel Taehyun is close.

The excitement is almost dizzying.

You pull back to take a deep breath and his liquid drips a little on you and a little on the floor. When you take it in your mouth again, you go harder this time and now you let him drip into your mouth.

Taehyun slowly rests his elbows on the table, finally opening his mouth so as not to draw attention to himself before the chopping wave that is about to come over his stomach.

And the sound hits you first because you are closest to it.

It really hits you.

There's nothing wrong with his voice, nothing that you think is noticeable, and the thickness of his voice makes you press your knees together.

It's like he's telling you how well he could fuck your face if he wasn't in this game.

The hot breath escaping his lips after only half a minute doesn't matter anymore because Taehyun is the first one to cum in your mouth in the third round.

“Ah...” lays his head between his arms on the table, attracts all eyes.

“No.” Kai's eyes widen. “How-”

You swallow, but the hot liquid has already flowed past your chin and into the thin skin of your neck. Close your eyes and gasp with him as the taste of Taehyun remains on your tongue, numbing your whole body.

Everyone is baffled because no one thought there could be a winner in this game, but Yeonjun and Soobin certainly praise your little pink mouth as they profanely remark that it's a miracle Taehyun was able to keep quiet.

The arrogance of victory should have just been shining in his eyes, but Taehyun is quite gentle as he leans toward you. “Oh, pretty.” whispering as he finds your hands. Yeonjun watches as he presses his fist over his smirk.

“Pretty baby.” he takes you by the hands and sits you on his lap. Since he won, he can keep touching you, right? What a sweet prize.

There you are, sitting panting on one of Taehyun's thighs, too beautiful and wet.

And then there are the heads that rise eagerly to see you fall apart.

He's still breathing heavily from your intense moments and brushes his hair back a few times. His hand rests pleasantly on your waist.

The first $100 pushed in front of you tells you to turn your head to the right, Kai looks you in the eye the whole time he hands it over. Like if you ask for your wallet, he'll give it to you without a second thought. As if inviting you to sit between his legs for the last time.

Taehyun picks up two of the small hairpins which you left on the table in one of the more normal and innocent moments of the night.

“I wonder...” Yeonjun murmurs, drawing your attention to him, scratching his chin slowly. “What's your favorite position?”

His voice is deep, sounds a little sick with unfinished blowjob, but very sober.

And he takes your breath away by making everyone stop and look curiously into your eyes, as if they were waiting for him to ask this question. “I-”

Your cheeks are literally burning and your voice sounds worse than you expected.

When Taehyun's hands are in your hair, you squirm a little in his embrace. “I like... riding.”

They can't take your eyes off you, you often think that you are 'in danger.'

“Oh,” Beomgyu licks his lips as he leans a little on the table. “So, like some bounce, some praise, some grasping... Huh?”

The way he speaks is quite playful as he tilts his head left and right in sync with the words, and he's already accomplishing his goal, giving your lower body a new wave of warmth. You nod in agreement and he looks at your glowing mouth as his smile widens.

“Fuck, she's so sweet.” Yeonjun says, giggles.

They watch Taehyun's careful fingers comb through your soft hair and gently insert your hairpins.

Now your hair can no longer hide your face and there's some people who's happy about it.

You don't think anyone has noticed Kai's hazy eyes. All the intense eye contact you've been making with him all along is just a little secret between you two.

He wants to taste a little of this, but the possibilities have diminished.

Him or Beomgyu.

“Do you like loud or silent people in bed?”

And Beomgyu asks, looking into Kai's eyes when he can't feel you between his legs.

Your lower lip slips from Kai's vein, you start by wetting his cock, which is hard enough. He's already just said that he likes getting a sloppy head, and he believes that Beomgyu should keep his mouth shut a little while he takes just that.

“I guess it depends on time.” Soobin answers as thoughtfully as ever.

As the taste of Kai's precum covers your tongue, you open your mouth a little wider and place your hands on his inner thighs. The chair moves slightly, his thighs are too tense. He fidgets in his seat as if he wants to put you there after he cums in your mouth.

“Isn't silence a bit romantic?” Taehyun says, running a hand through slightly sweaty locks of his hair.

And Beomgyu shrugs. “Should they lie face down and be quiet?”

He draws attention to himself with his thick voice.

“Or close their pretty mouth and listen to you?”

He runs his eyes over everyone at the table as he tries a spicier way of asking about loud and silence.

You place your knees further between Kai's legs and the tip of his cock rests carefully against your throat. You keep sucking him like that to avoid making any gagging sounds. Kai starts to bounce his right knee. You are a little relieved to know that he is not usually noisy, but the low moan you just heard was absolutely heavenly.

Yeonjun combs his hair back. “Keep their pretty mouth open and listen to me?" answers and grins at the awkward look between Beomgyu and Kai.

“Okay, the awful dirty talkers are making themselves known.” Soobin grimaces, but you can hear in his voice that he's grinning too.

When you decide you've warmed him up enough, you slide Kai's head slightly towards your throat and his mouth opens. Despite the wolves around the table, he nonchalantly puts his hand on his thigh and you are a little nonchalant yourself as you hold his hand with need.

You try to swallow and when that increases the pressure around his cock for a second he squeezes your hand lightly. His hand is warm and sweaty, intertwining your fingers.

“Kai, what about you?”

You hear Beomgyu's voice.

It is deep. Almost insinuating.

You squeeze Kai's fingers nervously. It takes you a few seconds to realize that no one gives a fuck about the game anymore.

Kai doesn't hesitate to make wild eye contact with Beomgyu. When he lets go of your hand with everyone's eyes on him, your mouth stops in surprise.

"Loud."

He whispers sharply before pushing the table a little away.

A droplet from your mouth cools on your chin, your heart beats aggressively as if trapped in your chest.

Kai's fingers comb your hair back gently. First you look at his pink mouth and then at his eyes.

“You need to open your mouth more, pretty thing."

You don't know what time it is. You're not used to it being quiet here. Either one of the little bulbs of the led lamp is blinking or alcohol or...

Your knees, pressed hard together, relax at Beomgyu's touch. You're both kneeling in front of Kai and he strokes the back of your head, push your hair back for Beomgyu and pulls his hips back a little to let you breathe.

Beomgyu's warm mouth rests against the thin skin of your neck, you moan when he presses his tongue there. With Kai's tip resting on your palate, every sound you make sounds hotter than the last.

Beomgyu's one hand follows your thigh, remembering only that you haven't taken his cock in your mouth. “You don't like me?” asks quietly.

Something is wrong with his voice but you are already being manipulated. “I'm-”

“Ssh.” He grabs your chin and lifts it towards Kai and you wrap your lips around his cock.

Beomgyu leans into your neck again, the small smirk on his lips still there as his hand goes under your sticky panties. The tip of his middle finger presses against your clit as Kai starts to slowly roll his hips towards your mouth.

As soon as Beomgyu gets you to sit on his lap, he starts rolling your clit in a delicious rhythm.

“Ah-” your face rises up with a sweet moan.

You see three other shadows falling over you next to the man you gave a blowjob to and the one fingering you.

Hands in pockets, eyes dark.

It's hard to tell if you've fallen into a dream or a trap.

you were hot, stay with us 🎩!

©dr-solomon

[vivwritesfics]

*slips you $5*

can i request a friends with benefits type of thing with Max or Charles or maybe both (👀) where reader thinks they're playing with readers feelings but they actually want to be with reader. basically angst with a happy ending. pretty please 🥺

Just a lil baby ficlet

It was just sex, right? Nothing more than that. They weren't dating, they didn't hold hands and kiss in public.

Actually, they didn't do anything in public. As far as the fans, the public, were aware, she didn't exist.

Not his dirty little secret, per se, but she might as well have been. The world didn't know about her; the world would never know about her.

It was a sad existence, being so loyal to one man when he made it look as though she didn't exist. That wasn't how she wanted to live, but she couldn't help it.

The dick was just too good. The conversation afterwards was just too good. The way he held her in bed and kissed her shoulder afterwards was just too good.

Sneaking out of his Monaco apartment at 4AM wasn't so good.

But Max Verstappen didn't want to get caught with her, anywhere near her. Couldn't even get caught in the same building as her.

Sometimes, she thought Max hated her. Hated everything about her but her pussy. But he was too sweet with her afterwards, holding her close in the night, kissing away her insecurities before they had the chance to arise.

But, only a few hours later, she was alone, missing him, and feeling unloved.

The real kicker of the situation? Max loved her. He really, truly loved her. A lovesick fool, if you will.

But she didn't want him, couldn't want him, could she?

If she loved him, why wouldn't she kiss him back? If she loved him, why wouldn't she moan out his name?

She liked his dick, but she didn't like him. She came early to play with Jimmy and Sassy, but she didn't come early to see him.

What an absolute mess they were in.

***

Max's fingers trailed down her arm. You look beautiful. It would have been so easy to just say it, but Max swallowed down the words.

Too intimate when she didn't want him in any way but this.

Suddenly, she sat up. She pushed her hair back and stared across the room, unable to meet his gaze. Max, the man she had tried everything with, and she couldn't look at him.

"Is everything okay?" He asked.

She clenched her jaw and pulled her knees up to her chest. "Why do you only kiss me when we're alone?" She asked, glaring at the picture of Jimmy and Sassy across the room.

Max pushed himself up. "Why don't you kiss me ever?" He asked, his voice no more than a whisper.

Her eyebrows went up. "Do you want me to kiss you?" She asked, loosening her hold on her knees.

"I want you to kiss me all of the time."

She blinked at him. "Even outside of your apartment?"

"Especially outside of my apartment!" Max insisted.

"Shit," she hissed and turned towards him. She threw her leg over his naked lap and sat. "You should probably kiss me right now." He obeyed and kissed her once.

Grinning, Max pulled away. But she pulled him back in. "Never fucking stop."

[spicyschemmenti]

CROSSING THE LINE ➵ melissa schemmenti

pairing: melissa schemmenti x bimbo!teaching assistant!fem!reader

synopsis: after a day of teasing and tension, you and melissa finally give in to the undeniable pull between you. what starts as a heated, impulsive kiss quickly turns desperate, neither of you able to stop once you've started

warnings: teasing, flirting, they share a kiss

word count: 2.4k

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Later that day, the halls of Abbott hummed with the usual end-of-day chaos; kids dragging their feet as they packed up, teachers corralling stragglers, the occasional sound of a locker slamming shut with unnecessary force. It was routine. Predictable.

Except nothing felt routine to Melissa right now.

Her mind was still caught up in the fire drill, in the way your body had molded against hers like you belonged there. In the way your voice had dripped with sugar and mischief, testing her resolve with every breathy whisper. In the way your fingers had brushed against her skin like a tease, a promise, a challenge.

And the worst part?

You knew exactly what you were doing.

Melissa prided herself on keeping things professional. On being the adult in the room. She wasn’t some starry-eyed idiot who got distracted by a pretty face—she was a grown-ass woman with years of experience dealing with people who thought they could get under her skin.

But you?

You were different.

Which is why, when the final bell rang and the last of the students filtered out, she was already on edge. And when she heard the click of your heels echoing down the hall, getting closer, she didn’t have to turn around to know it was you.

Of course, that didn’t stop you from making an entrance.

“Ms Schemmenti,” you purred, your voice just this side of playful as you leaned against her desk, tilting your head with an almost innocent expression. Almost.

Melissa sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose before finally looking at you. Big mistake.

Your mini skirt had ridden up just enough to show off the curve of your thighs, your tank top clinging to every inch of soft skin beneath it, and that glossy smile of yours? Yeah, that was nothing short of lethal.

“Sweetheart, I swear to God…” Melissa muttered, shaking her head.

But you just giggled, nudging one of her pens with your fingertip like you had all the time in the world. “Swearing in front of the kids now?” you teased. “Tsk tsk, Ms Schemmenti. What would Barbara say?”

Melissa rolled her eyes, but she couldn’t ignore the way her pulse quickened when you said her name like that—low, teasing, like a secret you were sharing just between the two of you.

“The kids are gone,” she said, crossing her arms. “And so are you. It’s quittin’ time, sweetheart. Shouldn’t you be heading home?”

You pouted. “Aww, what, you tryna get rid of me already?”

Yes.

No.

Hell.

Melissa exhaled slowly, dragging a hand through her hair before leveling you with a look. “Listen, I don’t know what kinda game you think you’re playin’, but—”

“Oh, I think you do,” you interrupted, smiling sweetly as you leaned in just enough that she could smell that damn perfume of yours again.

Melissa clenched her jaw. You were relentless.

“What do you want?” she asked, her voice gruff.

You tilted your head, considering. “Hmm. I dunno. Maybe just… a little of your time?”

Melissa arched an eyebrow. “And what, exactly, do you need my time for?”

Your smile widened.

“Oh, I think we both know the answer to that.”

Jesus Christ.

Melissa swallowed hard, trying—failing—to keep her cool as you reached out, your fingers grazing the sleeve of her blouse, just barely there, like you were testing how much she’d let you get away with.

Spoiler alert: Too damn much.

“Y’know,” you murmured, your voice all honey and heat, “you never answered my question from earlier.”

Melissa blinked. “What question?”

Your lips curled into a smirk. “Is it working?”

Oh, you little—

Melissa exhaled sharply, stepping back, putting space between you before she did something she’d regret.

“I think you should go home,” she said, her voice rougher than she meant it to be.

Your smirk didn’t falter. In fact, if anything, you looked more amused. “Aww, did I fluster you, Ms Schemmenti?”

Melissa’s eye twitched. “I’m about five seconds away from sendin’ you home with a damn referral, sweetheart.”

You giggled, twirling a strand of hair around your finger. “Mmm. Kinda hot when you get all authoritative, y’know that?”

Melissa turned, gripping the edge of her desk so hard her knuckles went white.

Lord give me strength.

The silence stretched, heavy and charged, until finally, finally, Melissa heard you sigh dramatically behind her.

“Fine, fine,” you relented, pushing off the desk. “I’ll stop messing with you. For now.”

Melissa didn’t turn around, but she could hear the grin in your voice. Could feel the heat of your presence as you moved closer, just for a second, just long enough for your fingers to graze the small of her back.

“But I meant what I said,” you murmured, voice softer this time, almost sweet. “I like being close to you.”

And then, just like that, you were gone.

Melissa waited until the sound of your heels had completely faded before she let out a breath, her grip on the desk finally loosening.

She was so, so fucked.

Melissa sat at her desk long after you left, fingers still gripping the edge like it was the only thing keeping her grounded. The room was quiet now, just the soft hum of the overhead lights and the distant sound of a few lingering teachers finishing up their work for the day. But in her head? It was chaos.

Because she could still feel you.

Still feel the ghost of your fingertips brushing against her sleeve, still feel the warmth of your body from earlier when you had pressed up against her like you belonged there, still feel the breathy lilt of your voice curling around her name like a slow drag of whiskey—hot, smooth, and a little bit dangerous. And the worst part? She wanted more.

Melissa was used to keeping a tight grip on her self-control. She had to—she was a professional, for Christ’s sake. She had been teaching for years, had dealt with her fair share of flirty coworkers, pushy parents, and God knows how many situations that could’ve ended badly if she didn’t know how to shut things down.

But you?

You weren’t like the others.

It wasn’t just the way you looked—though, Jesus, that didn’t help. That damn mini skirt hugging every curve, the way your tank top dipped low enough to make her swallow hard, the way your lips always seemed to be glossy and parted like you were just waiting for her to do something about it. No, it wasn’t just that. It was the way you moved. The way you spoke to her, always toeing the line between playful and something else. Something that made her pulse spike and her mouth go dry.

She wasn’t an idiot. She knew flirting when she saw it. And she sure as hell knew when someone was doing it on purpose.

And you? You were laying it on thick.

Melissa ran a hand down her face, exhaling slowly through her nose, trying to shake the heat that had been simmering low in her belly since this morning. But it was impossible. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw you—wide-eyed and teasing, pressing just close enough to make her wonder if you were going to push further.

And God help her, she wanted you to.

The realization hit her like a punch to the gut, sharp and undeniable.

She wanted you.

Not just in passing, not just in the way someone might admire a pretty thing and move on. No, it was worse than that. She wanted to know what you’d do if she stopped holding back, if she gave in, if she let that tension between you snap like a live wire.

Would you giggle, all breathy and mischievous, just to make her crazy? Would you play innocent, bat those big eyes up at her and act like you didn’t know exactly what you were doing? Or would you push her even further, press yourself against her like you had during the fire drill and murmur something soft and devastating against her ear, just to see her break?

Fuck.

Melissa squeezed her eyes shut, forcing herself to breathe, forcing herself to think rationally. Because this? This was a problem.

A big fucking problem.

And she had no clue what to do about it.

The sun had dipped lower by the time she finally left her classroom, the hallways mostly empty now except for a few teachers lingering by their doors. She nodded at Barbara, who gave her one of those knowing looks that made her stomach twist. Melissa didn’t need to ask—she knew damn well that Barbara had caught onto something. The woman had a sixth sense for drama, and Melissa was not in the mood to be dissected right now.

“Long day?” Barbara asked, voice laced with something that was too close to amusement for Melissa’s comfort.

Melissa just grunted, shouldering her bag as she made her way toward the exit. “Somethin’ like that.”

Barbara hummed, but thankfully, she didn’t push. She just gave Melissa one last look before turning back to her own classroom, leaving Melissa to make her escape.

The air outside was crisp, a welcome contrast to the heat still simmering under her skin. She needed to cool off. She needed a drink. She needed a distraction—

And then she saw you.

Leaning against your car like you had all the time in the world, phone in hand, one leg crossed over the other, looking so goddamn effortless it was infuriating. The last of the day’s sunlight caught on the shine of your lip gloss, highlighting the curve of your mouth as you scrolled lazily through whatever was on your screen.

Melissa should’ve kept walking. She should’ve gotten in her car, gone home, poured herself a drink, and convinced herself that this was nothing.

But then, like you had some kind of radar for her, you glanced up—and the second your eyes met hers, that slow, lazy smile spread across your lips, and Melissa’s feet stopped moving.

“Fancy seein’ you here, Ms. Schemmenti,” you teased, slipping your phone into your bag as you pushed off your car.

Melissa’s pulse jumped.

She clenched her jaw, forcing herself to stay level. “You waitin’ for someone?”

You shrugged, all casual and innocent, even though she could see the mischief dancing in your eyes. “Not really. Just… takin’ my time.”

Melissa exhaled slowly, tilting her head. “And why’s that?”

You took a step closer, heels clicking softly against the pavement, your smile turning just a little smug—like you knew exactly why she was still standing there. Like you knew exactly how much of a mess she was trying to hide.

“I dunno,” you murmured, reaching up to toy with the strap of your bag, your nails lightly skimming over the fabric of your top. “Maybe I was hoping you’d come out here… and we could finish that conversation from earlier.”

Melissa swallowed.

It would’ve been so easy to walk away. To shut this down like she knew she should.

But when you took another step closer, looking up at her with those wide, knowing eyes, voice soft and full of something that made her stomach flip?

She wasn’t sure she could.

Melissa didn’t know who moved first. Maybe it was you, stepping into her space like you belonged there. Maybe it was her, finally giving in to that pull that had been tugging at her all damn day. But suddenly, you were close.

So close that she could feel the heat radiating off you, could smell that sweet perfume that had been driving her crazy, could see the way your pupils had blown wide with something that made her head spin.

Her breath caught in her throat as your fingers brushed against the sleeve of her blouse, slow and deliberate. Just like earlier, just like before, like you were testing her, like you were waiting for her to break.

And fuck, she was so close to breaking.

“Melissa,” you murmured, her name soft and syrupy on your lips, like honey dripping slow from a spoon.

That was it. That was all it took.

A low curse tumbled from her lips as she grabbed your waist, fingers curling tight around the fabric of your tiny little skirt as she pulled you flush against her. Your breath hitched—just for a second, just enough for her to know that maybe, just maybe, you weren’t as unaffected as you pretended to be.

And then her mouth was on yours.

It wasn’t soft. It wasn’t sweet. It was hungry, desperate, like something that had been caged for too long and was finally, finally set free.

Your lips parted beneath hers instantly, a little whimper slipping from your throat as you melted against her, your fingers sliding into her hair, nails scraping lightly against her scalp. The sensation sent a shiver down her spine, had her grip tightening on your waist, pulling you impossibly closer.

You tasted like mint and something sugary, something that made her dizzy, something that made her want more.

Melissa kissed you like she was starving, like she had spent the whole day trying to deny this and now that she had you, she was going to take her time. Her hands roamed, fingertips pressing into the soft curve of your hips, thumbs brushing the bare skin just beneath the hem of your top.

And you?

You were just as desperate.

You kissed her back like you had been waiting for this, like teasing her had been fun, but this? this was what you had wanted all along. Your body molded against hers, hips pressing into hers just enough to make her head spin, just enough to make her groan against your lips.

Fuck.

This was bad.

This was so bad.

But God, it felt so good.

Melissa barely had the mind to remember where you were, barely had the restraint to slow down. Because the way you were kissing her, the way your fingers were tangled in her hair, the way your body was pressed so perfectly against hers—it was wrecking her.

She broke away just long enough to breathe, just long enough to rest her forehead against yours, her hands still gripping your waist like she was afraid you’d disappear if she let go.

“Jesus Christ,” she muttered, her voice rough, uneven.

You giggled, breathless, your fingers still toying with the short strands of hair at the nape of her neck. “Took you long enough.”

Melissa groaned, eyes fluttering shut as she exhaled sharply. “You’re trouble, y’know that?”

You smirked, leaning in, brushing your lips against hers—just barely, just enough to make her chase after you. “Mm. But you like it.”

Melissa let out a short, breathy laugh, shaking her head even as her grip on your hips tightened.

Yeah.

Yeah, she really fucking did.

tags:

@undercoverprentiss

@caseycabotsvu

@schemmentisimpasours

@colourfulbisexualities

@babyboyhotchner

@sapphicandgraphic

@divorcedcigarettes

@glorifiedagents

@bellatrixnnarcissa

[bouncybongfairy]

All Better?

Vi x Fem Reader Smut

Summary: The two of you have make-up sex after Vi calls you Caitlyn at the bar.

Word Count: 1.0k+ 800 words

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Before you read, this is the first fanfic i've written since september of last year. Please be kind, i'm trying my best out here. Thank you!!!!

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You stormed into your shitty apartment, slamming the door before Vi could get inside. She was repeatedly apologizing for accidentally calling you Caitlyn at the bar. Throwing your purse on the couch and going into the bedroom. God you were pissed and as much as you hate to admit it: insecure. It just raised so many questions; Does Vi think about her alot? Did she see her recently? Maybe she misses her..? Vi came in as you finished changing clothes. 

“Yes?” you asked, breaking the silence. 

“Look i’m really sorry, I- I have no idea why that happened and I want to make it right I just don’t know how,” she explained.

“You called me-” you started but was interrupted. 

“I know, I know and I’m so fucking sorry just please understand it was a fluke mistake. I love you and only you. I haven’t seen her in months,” she sounded so sincere it made you feel a little bad. 

You turned around to face her, she was standing with her hands in pockets. Clearly nervous about your response. Still tipsy, all you could focus on was all the little things. The way her bandage is wrapped so tightly around her chest. The wrinkles between her brows that created a puppy dog look. Her jawline is so sharp from clenching her teeth together. Arms so buff they were practically popping out of her sleeves. You stood up and walked over towards her trying to wipe some eye black off her cheek. Her arms immediately found their way around your waist; fingers starting to trail down to your lower back.

“Maybe you could find another way to make it up to me,” you whispered. 

Vi smiled down at you, chuckling as she pushed you onto the bed Crawling on top of you and pressing her body against yours. God her upper body was just massive, just pure muscle rippling under her soft skin. She still had eye-black all over her face, which transferred onto you as your mouths smashed together. You wrapped your arms around her neck, slowly tangling your fingers in her hair. 

She was off in her own world, slowly leaving hickies on your neck and down to your shoulders. Kissing and nipping at your skin. Not being able to resist anymore she lowers herself down and pulls at your top. You rip it off without hesitation, giggling and blushing while watching Vi’s eyes boggle. Not being able to take her eyes away as she began playing with your chest. Taking one of your nipples in her mouth and swirling her tongue around the sensitive bud. Gently pinching at the other while looking up at you. Her sex throbbing while watching your face; red, sweaty and scrunched in pleasure. 

You lean down and connect your lips together. Her hands move around and start exploring your body. Moaning into your mouth whenever her hand brushed over your lower back; making your back arch and pretty sounds come out of your mouth. She was overwhelmed by arousal, like a thick fog wrapped around her mind. Her lips move down to your neck, sucking hickies onto your soft skin. God, it was like anywhere she touched she ignited every nerve-ending on your skin. Running your fingers through her hair and pulling at the strands to cope with the intensity. She pulls away, starting to pull your jeans and panties off. Not caring to get them past your ankles before focusing her attention on your core. Burying her face in your folds. 

Giving your clit a little too much attention, making you squirm. She grabs your hips and presses you into the mattress. Forcing you to endure the overwhelming amount of pleasure raking through your body. You grab two fistfuls of her hair and start leaning into her mouth. Starting to rock your hips back and forth at a quicker pace. Groaning as her tongue explores your folds. Right as your legs start getting shaky, she changes positions. Moving to lay next to you, her upper body towering over you. Your head is laying in the pit of her arm. Hands moving down your body, her fingers slowly slide into you. She let her head fall a bit, feeling how wet and hot you were. You hide your face in her shoulder, moaning and gripping onto her bicep. Still so wet and sensitive from her eating you out. 

“My pretty girl, are you gonna be good and come for me?” she said into your ear.

That was enough to send you over the edge, backing arching and stomach burning. God you in your own world, overwhelmed with pleasure. She left her fingers inside of you, wanting to feel you tighten and spasm. Watching you was practically making her drip down her leg. She felt so obsessed with you. She pulled out once you went limp, fucking you into a deep sleep. She chuckled and cleaned you up before taking a long shower.

[serpentface]

do Erubi, Livya, and Baby #3 ever find out/have their own suspicions/draw their own conclusions about the...interesting circumstances of their births & parentage? How do they feel about it? How do they view their parents in their adulthood?

I will be 100% real I don't have the post-canon timeline Solidified for anyone but Couya and Palo (and also Faiza on account of her being dead) so I don't have much set in stone for this.

The main thing that impacts this is that I have two HEAVILY branching options how things are going to go for Janeys specifically (and by extension his children). In one option, the post-coup restructuring attempts to legitimize the Odomache as a dynastic kingship, kind of like old Ephenni kingship where a king's sister's eldest son was his heir, except patrilineal and focused on producing related female heirs that can become celibate god-monarchs. Janeys would thus be semi-forced into forming part of the body of a new royal dynasty, and one or both of his children would be subject to extremely high-stakes political marriages to fully entrench their positions.

In the other option, this system develops much later on during a succession crisis towards the end of Couya's life, or after a highly questioned appointment of her successor. Janeys just kinda gets dropped and goes back to being the Haidamane failson who just inherited a kinda shit parcel of land and a bunch of cows, his only children are girls so the family line dies with him. They get married off (or Erubi might be inducted as an Odonii) in a pretty normal capacity and have pretty normal lives for female nobility.

Both routes would need further development so I'm not sure what I'm going with yet. The former is wayyy meatier because it sucks worse and also would entail additional succession issues because THE KIDS ARE BASTARDS. Not everything needs to be so fucking dramatic though.

One other thing is that, spoiler alert, baby #3 ends up stillborn (baseline high infant mortality rates don't mix well with spending most of your pregnancy traveling long distances over land). His existence was an ominous growing weight of the future, a body dies in the womb but the future comes nonetheless, etc. Baby # 3 has no particular feelings about the circumstances of his conception.

Otherwise yeah Erubi is presently at an age where she can start to understand complex aspects of the world she lives in and question her place in things, so this is quickly oncoming. She's already approached some of the immediately obvious questions like 'why am I the only Haidamane with red hair?', with the answer being the (culturally standard) notion that red hair runs in some families with some northerner blood and just kind of pops up every so often ((given the gene is recessive and can seemingly spontaneously express in children of two brown haired parents who carry it)). Hibrides' grandfather was a redhead, and one of Janeys' great great grandfathers was from the province Erub and a lot of people there have red hair. So it came from that.

One mitigating factor is that, as female children of nobility, they don't spend a whole lot of time out of the household in General and have next to no experience seeing how other households work in person. They play with the children of servants and peasants sometimes but any instances "your family is kinda weird" they're getting is gonna go over their heads initially because their learned first instinct will be "you just think that because you're a commoner/PEASANT".

This is going to start hitting home more when said kids can better verbalize (or behave on the basis of) rumors that the two children are bastards via the unwed middle aged man just kinda living in their house in an atypical capacity. And when they notice strange looks from their dad's extended family, and pick up on how Brakul almost never accompanies them anywhere in public, and how their mom makes Erubi wear her braids down her back so you can't see her hair under the veil but doesn't make her brunette sister do so, and how their dad and 'uncle' sleep in the same room most nights and have occasionally been encountered cuddling on the couch next to the shrine, and how they've also seen their mom and 'uncle' sleep in the same room sometimes, and start to fill in some of the blanks.

I don't expect them to be any more interested in their parent's love lives or the circumstances of their conception than most children are, so they probably won't give much of a shit about most of this until they're old enough to have other resentments of their parents to think about in tandem. It's going to specifically be the fact that THEY might be bastards (and how that affects their treatment by people who suspect this, and how it might impact their future prospects) that gets to them. There's no reason they wouldn't internalize concepts like 'being a bastard is shameful' 'being a product of adultery is shameful' etc, none of their parents actually disagree with that notion anyway (they just interpret the combination marriage + sworn brotherhood kinship to be a mitigating factor that makes it not Quite the same thing).

Erubi is going to be someone who wants to interrogate the world and her place in it. Once she has any reason to suspect her illegitimate status and is able to properly verbalize her questions, she's not going to let them hear the end of it. They're going to be plagued with questions until she gets an explanation she can understand, and plagued with more questions until she gets tired/bored of it. There's no chance in hell that this explanation is going to be a well-worded, compassionate, easy to understand one, and she's probably going to alternate between being angry/annoyed and pretending it isn't a thing for a while. I think she could come to some kind of terms with it though. Like, she is TECHNICALLY a bastard, but not like other bastards who are fatherless or were born in the kinds of secret, shady extramarital affairs their parents should get whipped and fined and socially ostracized for.

Both kids are inevitably going to have difficult relationships with their parents (not just because of the situationship stuff but on the basis that they're all difficult people and 2/3 of them didn't actually want kids) but I think Erubi will end up with Fairly positive feelings towards them overall into adulthood. They're your mom and dad and your dad's live-in boyfriend who is your actual dad, you're supposed to love and honor them no matter what. I see her pivoting to kinda treat Brakul as her Real Dad on an emotional level when she gets older.

I think she's also going to strongly internalize cultural values of pride in one's family and their honor, so she'll be pretty willing to defend things. Like, 'No my dad is NOT an effeminate cunnari, my uncle just lives with him because he has no land, and my dad loves him dearly enough to provide him a life worthy of his stature, which is a VIRTUE for such a bond. May I remind you that the old king Erub kept his sworn brother Janes as his right hand, to live within his palace and govern at his side? Famously? It's like that. I am NOT a bastard and my resemblance to my uncle is HAPPENSTANCE, red hair runs in my mom and dad's families. You see the way my hair falls in waves? THAT comes from my dad. You don't see my [bald] uncle having hair like this, do you? Yeah. Actually, how dare you even suggest that I'm illegitimate? Are you implying my mother is some kind of whore? I could have you flogged for that. [INTERNALLY: My dad is totally a faggot]'.

Livya will be more someone who picks up the vibe that No One Talks About This For A Good Reason and decides to follow suit. She might also ask a lot of questions early on, but give up after the first few terse non-answers, and would ultimately figure it out on her own and/or hear it from Erubi. She'll play along even if it eventually comes out in the open, and will probably go some lengths to emotionally distance herself from Brakul in particular. He's not Supposed to be her father after all, that's part of this whole deal. It will weigh on her heavily that people who know or suspect the general circumstances of her birth will see her as lesser or a liability in some capacity, a possible bastard from a bad family. She'll probably keep most of the discomfort about it to herself.

If the Less Dramatic route happens, it's probably going to be harder than average to find her a husband, depending on whether the families of her prospective matches are aware of the rumors. The process of being sold off like goods is already taxing enough, the feeling that no one even wants to Buy because of circumstances beyond your control might be even worse for her.

I think her inevitably difficult relationship with her parents is going to boil over into resentment in adulthood, lingering on the ways that they've set her up for difficulty and have shamed their family, particularly in contrast to Erubi (who is probably going to end up being an Odonii, was expected to do so from a young age, has been rewarded for headstrong, 'boyish' behaviors and expressions of autonomy that Livya can't get away with the same way). Hopefully her inevitable arranged marriage will be a good match, and she gets a husband and new family she can eventually feel at home with. Even if it doesn't work out that neatly, she'd still try to find a different sense of identity in this new life. Being the wife to a good man is at least better than being the suspected bastard of a failed father. She wouldn't HATE any of her parents though, and might miss her mother in particular. Might even feel a new sense of sympathy for her in retrospect, wonder how much of a choice she really had in things.

[whatmakespaperwithoutitspen]

PROLOGUE 1 PART 4.5

AN INTERACTIVE TWISTED WONDERLAND X GN!READER FANFICTION.

You are [name] [last name]. A powerful villain stripped of their powers and sent to another world called Twisted Wonderland as a way of rehabilitation after attempting to end their world.

What is your fate? After all, everything solely relies on what actions you take as long as you trekk towards your happy ending, if it’ll even be happy in the first place.

Grim had barely gotten away from those evil giant twins. He had run as fast as he could out of Octavinelle, and into the Main Street. He hid behind one of the cool-looking stone statues as he caught his breath, “Dumb twins… dumb Azul… dumb crazy psychopath manager! I’ll show them!” He shook his fist vengefully.

“Huh?” Grim yelped in surprise when he heard someone behind him. He immediately slumped in relief when it was just another student. A red-haired guy with messy hair, like an ugly used mop, “Oh I know you, you’re that raccoon that got kicked out of school during the Entrace Ceremony. That was so funny!”

“Hah!? Hey!” The redhead continued to cackle as Grim fumed, “Running away from the Headmage again?”

“No,” Grim crossed his arms, “I was running away from work,” The redhead let out a sound of intrigue, “Work? You got work?” Grim flailed, smoke coming out of his nostrils, “Against my will! If it wasn’t for that… aghhh! Crazy, they were crazy!”

“Man, you’re going through it,” The mop-haired student sweatdropped, “Anyways, this place isn’t a good hiding spot for you, you know? Many people pass by here. They’d probably rat you out to the Headmage.” Grim blinked, coming out from behind the statue and finally taking a good look at it. He let out a sound of awe as he admired it, “Whoa, who is this person?”

“That, right there, is the Queen of Hearts. My dorm was modeled after her. She was a queen who lived in a mazelike garden of roses long, long ago and was a very strict woman. She prized order above all and wouldn't tolerate a rose being off-color, or her playing-card soldiers being out of step. She basically ruled over a kingdom of madness.” He placed a hand on his hip, a smirk painting face, “No one dared to defy her, because the punishment for breaking a rule was immediate decapitation!”

“Myahh!?” Grim jumped, “That’s messed up!”

“I think it’s pretty cool,” said the redhead, “I’m a big fan. I mean, who would bother to obey a queen that was kind all the time?” Now that Grim thought about it, he guesses he’s right. A leader needs to be strong after all. “Putting that aside, who even are you?”

“I’m Ace,” The student replied, putting a name on that ugly face, “I'm a first year student here, as of... today! Pleased to meetcha!”

“Well, I’m Grim!” The creature responded with jolly, “I’m a prodigy who’s planning to be, like, the best mage ever!!” He said confidently, making Ace chuckle, “A prodigy, huh? Alright, alright. Sounds interesting.” Grim jumped as he pointed to the next statue, “Ooh, ooh, tell me about that one!”

“Alright, alright. Now that right there is..”

Azul hummed as he took a good look at your proposal, “Hm. I have to hand it to you, it is better than your first draft. However, I have some concerns.” He pointed at the bold letters on the page that read ‘animation’, “How and where are you going to find animators willing to take the job?”

You lean back into your seat, “Hah? You aren’t going to help me recruit?” You grinned toothily, “Aren’t you a good boss?”

“I am merely measuring your merit,” Azul retorted, “I can’t keep holding your hand through everything, I already steered you towards the right away with this proposal. Now, I need you to act independently.” You narrow your eyes, “You’re expecting too much of me,”

“I am letting you live here for free after all,” Azul smiled. You wanted to rip that nasty thing off his face.

Maybe you can convince more people to do things for you if you keep throwing Azul’s name around. Although, you do worry that word will reach Azul and this business fanatic would have it out for you. Now you simply can’t have that. “Yes, boss,” You said with gritted teeth and the most sarcastic grin you could muster, “I’ll be on my way now,”

“I haven’t dismissed you,”

“I’m going back to work,” You said, already out of your seat, “Recruitment isn’t going to be waiting around for me,” Azul sighed, “Don’t forget our tutoring session later this afternoon,”

“Yeah, yeah, I hear you!” You close the door behind you and walk farther enough to let out sounds of stifled aggravation, strangling the air, imagining Azul’s pale neck in your hands, and a kick to the wall. Once you’ve let half of your grievances out, you get back to work. Where the hell do you look for an animator first?

Azul is obviously not going to just give you the easy way out. You could ask the Tweels, but you doubt they’d be that much help either.

Speaking of Tweels, you should probably check on Grim and see if your mascot is still alive. …

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU LOST HIM!?” Your shout echoed throughout the entire dorm as the Tweels looked way too guiltless for someone who had just endangered your one-way ticket to have the final laugh at Azul’s face. I swear to God when I find that alley cat I’m going to toss him into the fish tank once and for all.

“And what’s that last one with the horns?” Grim was now resting on Ace’s shoulder as he introduced each of the Great Seven to him, “That's the Thorn Fairy who lived on a mythical mountain. She was noble and elegant, and a master of magic and curses, even by the standard of the Great Seven! She commanded storms, covered the kingdom with thorns and was able to use magic on a massive scale. She could even turn into this huge dragon.”

“A dragon? That’s so cool!” Grim’s eyes went starry as he admired the statue of the Thorn Fairy and the rest of the Greats. One day, he’ll be as powerful as them. And then, he’ll have his own statue. Wouldn’t that be so cool? Maybe Ace can have a statue too if he can be half as cool as him—

“Right? Not like some piddling weasel.” Grim’s smile turned blank. He slowly turned to Ace, “W-what?”

“Pfft. Ahahahaha!” Ace started to laugh at Grim, who immediately jumped off his shoulder and onto the stump of the Thorn Fairy’s statue, “I can’t hold it in anymore, ahahahahahaha!!” Grim looked at him in utter bewilderment, wasn’t he being all smiley and friendly just a while ago, “What- what’s wrong with you? Why are you laughing so much!?”

“Come on, you're the one of the ones who turned orientation into such a fiasco, right? You and that magicless person. It took everything I had not to burst into laughter right in the middle of the ceremony!”

“Hey! You don’t have to be such a jerk about it!” Grim took it back, Ace isn’t cool anymore. He’s just as much of a maniac as those people in Octavinelle. But he’s not as much of a maniac as that [name] psychopath. If [name] was here and heard Ace’s trash talking, they would’ve told Grim to spit fire at him.

So that’s what Grim is going to do! He may hate [name] and how they dress him up like a mannequin, but he knows they would whoop Ace’s butt faster than you can say tuna!

“And you're both so clueless you don't even know who the Great Seven are. Not one of them! That’s so lame! Hahahahaha!!” Grim growled and took a deep inhale. Then, he shoots a blue fireball at Ace, who barely dodged it, the redhead letting out a sound of surprise, “Whoa! What was that for!?”

“No one makes fun of Grim, Master of Fire. I’m going to burn that moppy hair of yours! You, you mophead!”

“Mophead!? Oh, you’re in for it now!” Ace pulled out his magic pen. But Grim was quicker, blowing more fireballs at him as he dodged and weaved. He looked like an idiot, tumbling around. Grim jumped and hovered, trying to get a hit on him. But when he fired one more fireball, Ace used his wind magic to deflect it.

Grim lets out a loud yowl as he gets out of the way in the nick of time. He sighed when his fur was untouched. But when he turned around, he saw Ace look paler than before. And then, he finally sees the Queen of Hearts’ statue singed from his flames.

“AHHHHHHHH!!” They both screamed in terror. Grim is really in for it now.

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A/N: Another short post unfortunately

[space-age-bachelor]

Accidents Yet to Be

The Batfam Babysitter Steve Harrington fic! Based on a post by @somebodyhelpthenotdeadfreds (X)

When Steve moved to Gotham, he thought he'd left his babysitting days behind him, but a chance encounter at Robin's fancy-work-mixer might be just the thing he needs to get his career off the ground.

ao3

If Steve knew that he’d end up in a fancy ballroom wearing a rented suit, he’d never have suggested that Robin apply for the Wayne internship. She was much happier spending her day translating documents than she had been reading up on psychology, and had even changed her major to match her new career. Her main focuses were Russian and Spanish, but her supervisor had encouraged her to start working on Chinese since Wayne had many business partners in Beijing. And of course, their brilliant new star had to get an invite to the end of quarter mixer.

Now, Steve was a waiter and had never worked an office job before, but he was pretty sure that the most end of quarter mixers didn’t take place in beautifully decorated museum ballrooms. At least the food was good. And apparently a little munchkin thought the same.

He watched as a small hand crept up from where the tablecloths overlapped, and swiped a chocolate covered strawberry. After a minute or so, it came back again, this time going for a fancy-cake-thing. 

Steve took a look around the ballroom. He didn’t see any other children. It was a work party for one of the biggest companies in the world, and Wanye prided himself on not using child labor. Still, investigating sounded much more entertaining than trying to talk to Dilcia from finance again. 

“The cake isn’t sweet at all. Someone must’ve swapped the real cake out for a boring treat to sabotage the party.” A young voice spoke in a hushed tone, though he was still easily heard over the low music. “The prime suspect is Mr. Bradley. He hates parties and always stands in the corners with the other boring people.”

”Or he’s so boring he doesn’t like the taste of real cake.” Steve placed a strawberry on a tiny plate and slid it under the table as an offering. “The real criminal is whoever picked the music.”

Instead of remaining hidden, a young boy popped up from the other side of the table, holding the gifted treat to prove his identity. He glared at him with narrowed, ice blue eyes, scanning him from head to toe. “I don’t know you.”

Steve had to hold back a laugh. This boy was adorable, younger than he’d ever seen his kids back in Hawkins, and smaller than even Will. He had fluffy black hair that was gelled to stay out of his eyes, but it had fallen during his journey under the table. He was trying so hard to be threatening, and coming off more like an aggrieved kitten. 

“Sorry, my friend invited me to support, but she’s talking to some of her work buddies and left me alone. Figured the best use of my time was solving crime.”

The boy followed Steve’s finger to where Robin was hardcore flirting with a girl from Research and Development, Penny or Dolly or something with a -y. He studied them with the same intensity, before nodding and slipping back under the table.

The cloth by Steve’s feet was held up in invitation. “You’re allowed.”

He’d created a little nest for himself. Several tiny plates were spread around, covered in varying amounts of treats. Some had only crumbs, while others, like the cake, had only a bite removed. “I’m Steve by the way.”

”Dick.”

It probably said something about his kids back in Hawkins that Steve barely blinked at the insult. He’d been called much worse by Dustin. “Are you old enough to use that language?”

The boy rolled his eyes. “It’s my name, dummy! It’s not my fault English is weird.”

”Listen, I’ve been called worse.” Steve held up his hands in surrender. 

Dick easily believed that, which hurt, but he seemed smart, so Steve wouldn’t hold it against him. “Alright, Mr. Bradley isn’t our guy, but can I trust you with our real mission for tonight?”

He rested a hand over his heart. “I swear I’ll do whatever you need, and I’ll tell no one.”

“Good.” He peeled back the tablecloth just enough for them to get a view of the ballroom. “Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to gather information on Oliver Queen.” He gestured at a blonde man with the most ridiculous beard Steve had ever seen. He looked like a cartoon character.

“What did Queen do?”

The boy pulled a supremely disgusted face. “He keeps being weird around B and acting like they’re friends, but B doesn’t have any friends. He’s been fostering me for months and the only people he talks to are our butler and his doctor.”

Steve had to hold in his laughter. This poor kid’s dad was getting roasted and couldn’t even defend himself. “Alright, boss, I’m going in. Meet back here in ten minutes?”

”Stay safe out there,” he said seriously as Steve slipped back out into the ballroom.

For all Steve’s experiences, he’d never been a great spy. It’s always been ‘don’t get caught or you’ll die.’ This was unique. He had to get close to Queen to report back to Dick. It wasn’t the end of the world this time, but he was still going to take it seriously. 

He was lucky to find that Queen was at the bar. Channeling King Steve during Sophmore year, he siddled up next to the blond and ordered a drink. “So, come here often?”

Queen laughed, clearly shocked. “Does that line usually work?”

”I don’t know, I’ve never tried it before.” He smirked around the rim of his glass. “The point still stands that I haven’t seen you in Gotham.”

“No, I’m based out of Star. The host and I go way back, so I got an invite.”

Steve raised an eyebrow. “You came from California for a work party, for a company you don’t work for? That’s a long way to go just for a friend.” He smirked, leaning in closer. “Sure, you’re just friends.”

”I’m not one to spread gossip.” Queen’s flushed cheeks said differently. “Bruce and I just grew up around each other.”

“Childhood friends, a classic.” Thank you Robin and Family Video for teaching him about rom-com tropes. 

Fed up with this back and forth, Queen took the initiative to lean in. “You know, for a kind stranger, you’re awfully curious about if I had flings with a man. Do you have something to ask?”

Steve flashed back to a different young man who had ignored his personal boundaries and set his heart racing with potential. He’d been so unsure about the feelings that had welled up in him, but Queen clearly didn’t care. He wasn’t teasing; he was clealy flirting, and Steve wanted to flirt back. 

“Can I buy you a drink?”

“You were over there a long time.” Dick had come out from under the table and was stretching his legs by the wall. “Oliver Queen was giving you the same looks he gives B.” 

Steve choked on the last of his drink. “Queen’s just a flirt. Apparently he grew up with one of the hosts. Bruce. I’m guessing that’s your ‘B.’”

Dick gave him a look that would’ve looked at home on Dustin’s face. Maybe all kids just looked the same when they thought you were stupid. “You have no clue who B is, do you? Do you even work for Wayne?”

”I’m a plus one!” He argued. “My best friend works as a translator.”

”She ditched you, didn’t she?” He nodded understandingly. “It’s okay. We’re having fun together.”

The brat shot him a completely genuine smile, bright and optimistic. Steve though he’d been desensitized to kid cuteness after years of Byers, but Dick really took the cake, 

”Yeah, bud.” He gave him a quick high five. “We’ll make our own fun out of this boring party.”

Thankfully, Steve calling Queen a flirt ended that mission. Dick probably didn’t want to think about anyone having the hots for his dad. Steve didn’t mind. The blond lived too far away for them to really date anyway. 

The rest of the night passed by spying on uptight old business people, stealing sweets, and, for one daring moment, repeatedly moving someone’s champagne. It beat spending it alone or trying to mingle with the other corporate drones that Robin worked with. She had good things to say about them all, but he doubted they’d be kind once they found out he was a barista, not a coworker. 

“Guardian at 3 o’clock!” Dick whispered frantically, tucking himself behind Steve.

The ballroom was emptying out at this point, making it easy to spot a tall man making a beeline for their corner. If Queen was pretty, this man was beautiful. He was built like an old time movie star, the love interest from one of the black and white films Robin would put on in Family Video. His suit gave him a perfectly polished look, but his face was rugged, unlike the pencil pushers he and Dick had been following all night. 

“Richard,” the man, B, began, attempting to step around Steve.

Without thinking, he countered him. “I’m sorry, there’s nobody here by that name.”

Dick ruined the moment with a giggle, but it also caused his father to relax, so it balanced itself out. 

“Is there someone here by a different name?”

”Steve Harrington,” he introduced himself, figuring it was better for him to know the name of the grown man his son was playing with.

B smiled as he shook his hand, and fuck, it was devastating. “Bruce Wayne.”

Steve whipped around to face the little liar. “You didn’t tell me B was Bruce Wayne!”

”You never asked!” He defended himself, as though Steve should’ve known he was heir to the richest man in the city. 

Bruce Wayne laughed at their antics. “Thank you, Mr. Harrington, for keeping my ward entertained. I’m sorry he kept certain details from you.”

”We were playing spies. It wouldn’t make sense to tell him everything.” Dick pouted, fully coming out from behind Steve. “Besides, if he really worked for you, he’d have recognized me.”

Steve blanched at him. This little traitor. “I’m not a party crasher, sir, Mr. Wayne. My roommate, Robin, brought me as her plus one. She said it was allowed.”

”That’s a shame. I’d be happy to have someone who’s so good with Richard on my team.” 

“I don’t need a babysitter.”

Yeah, he was ignoring that. “Well, I used to work as a babysitter before I moved to Gotham. I thought about starting a business here, but it’s difficult to find clients.”

“If you pass your card along through your roommate, I’m sure there are people at WE who could use your services. I can already tell that you’re great with children.”

”B!” Dick shouted in protest, fed up at getting cut out of the conversation, “You’re making that weird face again.”

Steve watched as Wayne schooled his smile into something a little more plastic before setting his hands on his son’s shoulders. “Well, Mr. Harrington, I think it’s time I get Richard home. I hope you have a lovely rest of your evening.”

He stuttered his way through a proper goodbye, giving Dick one last fist bump as the pair disappeared into the remaining guests. He didn’t exactly have a business card yet, but he was sure as hell going to make one, as soon as he explained to Robin what the hell had just happened.

[userslayer]

BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER

5.22 | “The Gift”

[silverselfshippingchaos]

j.oongi is so fun because he gets introduced as this cold cool assassin type but really he's just a dork that has the goofiest chats

[racingmiku2018]

blehhhhhhgh why do i always look like garbage after i take my work hat off

[rafey-baby]

older!rafe and sensitive!reader spending the holidays together

c/w: fluff, her ovulating and being horny, smut: p-in-v, slight breeding kink, use of dad, 18+ mdni! 

wc: 1.5k

ugh i’ve missed this man

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“Why is he doin’ that shit?”  

“Rafe, it’s a rom-com,” she reasons, practically glued to him on their couch with the way she keeps shifting closer and closer, almost unconsciously at this point.   

“Yeah, a shitty one. Why was it necessary to do a whole fuckin’ speech at the mall? He couldn’t jus’ I dunno, tell her how he felt?” he scoffs, clearly fed up with the entire film already. 

She can’t stop the bubbly laughter from escaping her when she looks over to his scowling face. “I mean, this is actually getting kinda weird…why’s everyone watching them?” 

“Yeah, ‘n why are they still on that fuckin’ stage?” he grumbles while the couple is now fully making out on the TV screen. 

“Please don’t ever do anything like that to me.”

“Yeah, was actually gonna ask, you, uh, you wanna go shoppin’ tomorrow?” 

“No!” she giggles before taking a sip of the hot chocolate she’d made for herself (because Rafe deliberately told her he didn’t want any) but the minute she’d sat down with the mug in hand, he’d wanted to try it, which ended up with him drinking nearly half of it.  

“Oh shit, forgot to give you this earlier, look what I got you today,” he suddenly murmurs. 

“Hm?” her eyes flit over to his face; momentarily distracted by his pretty features as he searches for something from the back pocket of his pants. Then, he’s pulling a golden necklace from a velvety box.    

“That looks really expensive,” she nervously mumbles, pausing the TV in order to concentrate on the heart-shaped locket he’s holding out to her.   

“You deserve the fuckin’ world, it was nothin’ alright? Can think of it as an early Christmas present if it makes you feel better,” he rolls his eyes, almost exasperated that she still can’t seem to comprehend the fact that he enjoys spending his money on her.    

“It’s so beautiful,” she croons as she inspects the piece of jewelry with careful fingertips, heart swelling in her chest at the sentiment— recalling how she’d mentioned something about thinking pendants like these were adorable maybe once.    

“Yeah? You like it?”    

“I love it. Wait, you had your initials carved into it too? That’s so cute, Ray, what the hell?” she feels her eyes grow watery because her boyfriend really is her favorite person in the whole wide world for a reason.    

“Yeah, know you’re into sappy shit like that, ‘n you can put m’picture inside too ‘n you’ll always have me with you or whatever the fuck.”    

“Shut up, you’re so sweet! I love you,” she exclaims before she’s wrapping her arms around his neck— climbing into his lap in the process while he murmurs into her hair how he apparently ‘loves her more’, which she thinks is not possible.    

“Let me put it on you?” he says before he’s swiping away some strands in order to clasp the locket around her neck. “Look so pretty with m’name on you.”

“Wait, you should have my name on you too,” she jokingly utters out next.  

“Been thinkin’ about gettin’ it tattooed actually,” he admits, completely serious, which makes her face scrunch up.  

“You’re not getting my name tattooed on you— you’re crazy,” she softly hits his chest. However, he can barely even feel it because she really doesn’t have a single violent bone in her body.   

“Yeah, crazy ‘bout you,” he grins, eliciting an airy giggle from her.    

Knowing she’s about to complain about him being weird again, he shuts her up with a press of his mouth against hers— a surprised noise leaving her when she’s momentarily taken aback by the sudden cushion of his lips. 

And it’s sloppy, the way they slot together like puzzle pieces when she opens up for him, but both of them prefer it that way. 

His kiss was meant to be something sweet but soon enough she’s rutting against him— whimpering into his mouth as if it’s been years since the last time they did this. And all too soon for her liking, he’s pulling away.

“Somethin’ you want?”  

“…no,” she lies through her teeth.    

“No? Jus’ uh, humpin’ me like a bitch in heat for no reason then, hm?” he raises his brows; eyes fixed on her frustrated features.    

“Ray...” she huffs out; a frown already forming on her spit-slicked lips.    

“Yeah?” he asks, giving her a soft peck as encouragement.    

“Want you…” she pants against his mouth.    

“But m’right here?” the furrow of his brows displays faux confusion.  

“You know what I mean,” she whines; shifting around in his lap some more.    

“M’afraid I don’t. If there’s somethin’ you want, you gonna have to tell me,” the edge of his mouth curls annoyingly when he decides to toy with her, always finding so much entertainment from her struggle.     

However, she merely grants him another whine.   

“Wha’s up with you today, hm? So fuckin’ needy, actin’ like you haven’t been fucked in a month when you were literally cryin’ on m’cock last night?” he murmurs while thumbing at her pouty bottom lip.   

“I don’t know…jus’ need you so bad,” her eyes begin to gloss over when he’s still not giving her what she so desperately craves.    

“Baby, there’s no need to cry, yeah?” he sticks his thumb past her lips; an attempt to placate her, even if he thinks she never looks prettier than with her eyes all wet and forlorn.   

“You’re ovulatin’ right now, aren’t ya?” his brain finally fits together the very telltale signs as he plucks his phone from the coffee table— opening the app that tracks her period cycle.  

“Think so, yeah,” she mumbles, mindlessly sucking on the digit resting on her tongue as she sniffles.  

It’s no surprise to either of them when his assumption proves to be right.    

“Think you need me to fuck a baby in you, s’that it? Wanna make me a real daddy?” he croons.    

“Mhm…want you,” her words are muffled around his thumb.    

“I know, sweetheart. Don’t want anyone but you carryin’ m’kids— think about knockin’ you up so fuckin’ often, you know?”    

“You do?”    

“Yeah, know you’d be such a good mom.”    

“You think? I think you’d be the best dad, sometimes wish you were my dad,” she rambles mindlessly, the conversation suddenly teetering on the edge of something else entirely.    

“Shit, such an angel face ‘n then there’s this rotten mind inside, huh?” he tuts in disapproval, appearing disgusted as if he doesn’t get even harder in response to her words— something raw, primitive stirring in the pit of his stomach whenever she says things like that.    

“M’sorry dad,” she offers him an impish smile.  

“Someone’s in a mood today?” he chuckles, narrowing his eyes in a playful manner.    

“Can you take off your pants?” she complains while attempting to loosen his belt but with her mind buzzing like a honeybee it’s proving to be a rather demanding.   

“Can’t do anythin’ without dad’s help, can you? Go on, let’s see if you can take me out by yourself, yeah?” he rasps out, tone challenging.    

“No, need your help, daddy, I can’t—”  

“Shit, you’re fuckin’ pathetic,” he murmurs, somehow managing to turn something so patronizing into something affectionate as he swats away her helpless hands and yanks the belt open himself.    

“See? Not that fuckin’ hard, was it?” he mutters out as his thumb slips out of her mouth before he’s pulling himself out. And even if he’s not even fully hard yet, and she’s seen it more times than she can count, she’s still mesmerized by the sight— eyes rounding out while she simply stares as if she’s under some spell.    

“You’re so pretty,” she blinks at him, eyes moony.    

“Still not tired of seein’ it, huh?”   

She shakes her head.   

And since she’s not wearing any pants (as usual), he only has to tug the fabric of her underwear to the side in order to reveal her messy cunt.    

“Ray…” she whines when he merely smears the drippy head over her folds; thudding it against her clit to get her to whimper some more.  

“Hm? Want it inside? Wha’s the magic word?” he looks at her with something amused twinkling in his eyes.   

“Please. Dad, it hurts,” she sniffles, desperately trying to rub against him in an attempt to alleviate the ache.    

“Hurts? Think you bein’ a little dramatic, no?” he lets out a breathy chuckle, making her huff out in frustration.   

“M’not, Ray, please, need you so bad,” wet droplets stain her cheeks while she tries to uselessly blink them away.    

“Shh, s’okay. Dad’s bein’ mean again, isn’t he? M’sorry, baby, I’ll give you what you want, yeah?” his voice is a deep rumble before he’s finally tucking the tip into her weepy cunt, causing both of them to moan in tandem when she practically sucks him in— his fingerprints denting the skin of her thighs when he aids her movements to his liking.   

“Yeah? That what you wanted? Always such a tight fuckin’ fit, huh?” he grunts against her mouth; hips meeting hers halfway as he stuffs himself deeper.  

“Mm, I love you,” she whimpers— practically feeling him in her guts as his cock pokes at the spongy spot inside her while his big hands help situate her on top of him, and she thinks this might just be heaven on earth.

[bunnis-monsters]

NSFW

So hybrid bulls and cows are actually separate species in MY fantasy world, not male and female.

So you work on a farm specializing in male cows and bulls, the only woman that’s allowed there due to… how the hybrids behave around any females.

You milk them… but not in the normal way. As the only woman on the farm, you’re the only one they’ll allow to milk their cocks. They produce a special semen that’s a milk alternative, and very yummy!

The cow’s are fine enough, following you around and nuzzling into you, wanting cuddles and extra attention when you’re milking them… they behave so well, blushing and mooing softly, gently moving their hips against your hand as you milk their cocks dry.

The bulls however… are a different story. They’re very territorial and protective over the cow hybrids, who they’ve formed a friendship with. They don’t like most people, and tend to be loners that only come around when it’s milking time.

But your pay is upgraded when the farm owners notice that the bulls have started warming up to you, even starting to treat you like a heifer, keeping you safe and guarding you from the other employees.

It wasn’t a surprise to anyone but you when the bulls started being a bit… too handsy with you. They viewed you as a heifer now… but you were so small compared to any female cow they’d ever seen. A runt, stunted, maybe…

But you had that chubby tummy and plush hips, those plump breasts that would look so pretty full of milk…

Within a month of starting work, you find yourself being bent over by one of the bulls, the cows mooing in distress and trying to comfort you as a fat cock enters your cunt.

“D-don’t be rough with her! She’s little!” one of the cows protests, stroking your hair and cooing softly to you. The bull huffs, hot air hitting the back of your neck as he fucks into you.

“Being as gentle as possible… little thing, couldn’t take me being rough even if I wanted to be…”

Your cunt was stuffed full with cum, several bulls mounting you until you were a blubbering mess. Once the bulls were done, you were surrounded by cows, getting kisses and snuggles… but they wanted to mate as well…

They pressed down on your belly, cum pooling between your legs as they cooed and gently fucked their own seed into you. By the end of the work day, you were spent, curled up in the hay with several cow hybrids as the bulls guarded the door.

You were payed handsomely for your efforts, and offered an even bigger paycheck to let them mount you at least once a week to let out their sexual frustrations.

They became more territorial around you, but when you weren’t in the picture, the bulls were much calmer and didn’t attack anyone that brought out food or came to give them check ups.

And when you became pregnant… well… let’s just say you were tucked away in the barn, living there with the cows and bulls as your belly grew heavy and swollen.

The cows tended to you, making sure you received all the human comforts you wanted along with their endless affections, and the bulls kept you safe.

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A/N: omg… ask me more about this concept because… I’m in love

NSFW TAGLIST: @sunset-214 @screaming-crying-screamingagain @strawberrypoundtown @avalordream @icommitwarcrimes @bazpire @chubbumblebee @im-eating-rn @anglingforlevels @kinshenewa @pasteldaze @j3llyphisching @unforgettablewhvre @yoongiigolden

[cinnamorollcrybaby]

I love to get 2 on

Tags: Satoru x fem!Reader, Toji x fem!Reader, mmf, polyamory, cursing, smut (fighting over who gets to breed you), dumbification, finger sucking, breeding kink duh, implied size kink, daddy kink, mdni.

An: this is so self indulgent of me to write but idc nothing else is intriguing me besides this thought. this will likely end up being a small series because i have sooooo many ideas about these two nasty fucks.

Having both Toji and Satoru as boyfriends was not for the weak willed because these two men are constantly at each other’s throats when it comes to your attention.

“Don’t look at him. Look at me. ‘m the one givin this pussy what she wants.” Toji’s husky voice growls into your ear, breath fanning across your skin before he grunts.

His hips are slapping against yours — fucking you deep into the mattress while his heavy cock slides in and out of your sloppy hole. Pornographic squelches are coming straight from your pussy, making you cringe, but both of your boyfriends seem to be going feral from it.

Satoru’s pale blue eyes roll as Toji once again steals the show away from him. His palm cups your chin, and he drags your focus right back to his swollen cock. His tip is a pretty shade of pink, and it’s sweltering — leaking beads of precum over and over while he leisurely drags his hand up and down his length .

“Don’t listen to him. Look at Toru.” He coos with a grin, loving how fucked out your face gets when Toji absolutely ruins you. “He’s just a placeholder, riiight~? You’re still going to let me breed you after.”

You’re so pliant for them, nodding your head like a dumb slut. Nothing else in the world is better than when they both take turns breeding you again and again.

“This placeholders ‘bout to make her cum again.” Toji taunts, gripping your hips with bruising strength as he rolls his hips just the way you like. His tip presses kisses of precum so deep inside you. You can barely breathe much less think.

“You better not, princess. Suppose to wait for Toru, remember?” Satoru’s voice grows stern, and his eyes bore into yours in an almost eerie fashion.

“C’mon, doll. Cum for daddy. I can feel you tightening around me. I know ya want to.”

It’s all so much. Watching Satoru fuck into his wrist while Toji’s tip is practically massaging your g-spot. You give Satoru a sorrowful glance before letting out a pleasured cry. Your hands fist at the sheets, and your toes literally curl as juices gush out around the base of Toji’s cock.

“Yeeaah, not bad for a placeholder, right?” Toji’s lips quirk up into a smirk before he presses a kiss to your lips, drinking down your moans just to rub it in Satoru’s face even more.

All it takes is one look from Satoru, and Toji slides out of you with a grin. “I got ‘er warmed up for ya.” Toji laughs as he and Satoru switch positions. You lazily part your thighs for Satoru, still trying to catch your breath from the soul shattering orgasm Toji just gave you.

“Nuh uh. You wanted to be a slut on his cock. ‘m gonna treat you like one.” His hands grab your waist, and he rolls you onto your stomach forcefully.

From the outside, everyone would probably guess that brooding Toji’s the mean one in these scenarios, but they’d be dead wrong.

Satoru, after a life of being spoilt, gets so rude and aggressive when he doesn’t get what he wants. Toji purposefully pushes him to that point — partly so he can watch you get railed deeply into the mattress until tears fall from your eyes.

The heel of Satoru’s palm connects with your back, and he forces your face and shoulders down into the sheets while his other hands guides his cock to your weeping entrance.

You grip at the sheets immediately, letting out a hiss as he buries himself all the way to the hilt in one fluid thrust.

“Fuck.” Satoru groans as if he’s genuinely mad at how wet you are — frustrated that Toji could get you this messy.

Toji brushes your hair away from your face, and his large palm rubs at your cheek gently — a tender reminder to keep your eyes on him while he jerks his cock right in front of your face.

“Just couldn’t wait, could you? I was- ngh.. gonna be nice to you tonight… since hah~ I’m trying to put a baby in you.” Satoru’s hips are forcefully slamming into your backside. He’s not moving fast, but his pace is punishing. “Toji’s already got a kid. It’s my turn.”

Your juices are seeping around his cock, forming a thin white line right around the base that makes Satoru’s cock twitch in delight. His hand slaps at the fat of your ass smack! before he’s pulling on your hips, making you meet him halfway just so he can make his thrusts count.

“Takin’ him so well. Keep it up for, daddy, yeah?” Toji murmurs before pressing a loving kiss to your temple.

Your mouth opens for Toji, and he gives you an affectionate chuckle before placing his thumb against your tongue to soothe that oral fixation you have. He knows that if he fucks your face, Satoru will have even more of a hissy fit and probably fuck you out of commission for a few days.

“Focus on him, doll. Looks like he’s making ya feel real good.” You nod, sucking on Toji’s thumb in between breathless whines and moans.

Satoru’s balls are so heavy, brutally slapping against your puffy clit with each thrust. Thwak! Thwak! Thwak! He’s been saving up for you, adamant that he needs to breed you. He’s the upcoming Gojo clan head after all; it’s natural that those old hags want a baby with his blessed genes.

All it takes is feeling your spongy walls clench around him like a vice, and Satoru’s jerking you up by your arms, forcing your back in to an arch to where the imprint of his dick bulges through your belly.

Both of you are so noisy when you cum, Toji thinks. He watches in slight awe as Satoru pumps you full with his sticky seed. He can tell by the look on Satoru’s face that you’re milking him for all he’s worth too, and it’s so fucking hot.

Toji pushes you back down into the bed. Both men aren’t good with words. They’re good at doing. He arches his hips out before rope after rope of white hot cum spurt from his tip all over your face, marking his territory.

After a moment of cleaning up and giving you small tokens of affection through praises and kisses, the men are right back at each other’s throats.

“Ya know, if you’re not able to keep up, I can breed her cunt, and let ya pass off my kid as yours.” Toji taunts with a smirk.

“Yeah, as if your first kid didn’t look like he came from your ass. Fat chance. Sweets and I are gonna make a pretty blue-eyed baby with white hair.” Satoru hums as he affectionately ruffles your hair. “Isn’t that right, pretty~?”

[macabremilieu]

stay with me now. (abby smut drabble)

abby, who would be obsessed with doing it from behind in every way, shape, and form imaginable. (this is your choke kink warning)

♡

if you were sleepy, she'd have you laid in front of her, her warm body spooning you from behind, carding through your locks.

it would start sweetly and innocently enough, with her large and calloused hands gently rubbing up and down your side. down... down... down. and before you'd know it, the soft pads of her fingertips would be rubbing neat little circles into your bundle of sensitive nerves, eliciting the whiniest noises you'd ever made.

or...

if you'd been the biggest brat in the world all day. she'd have you ass up, face down. head shoved into the pillows, drooling and blabbering incoherently as she slammed into your helpless body from behind.

"yeah, s'that good, baby? you feel good?" she'd mock, grinning as she threaded her thick digits through your hair, tugging your head up off the pillow. "tell me. s'it feel good?" she'd try to force an answer out of you, but poor you, your brain just couldn't form a thought. you'd several pretty, pink marks on your ass by the end of it.

or maybe you were just so, so needy.

you'd need her to pound into you relentlessly. she'd help, of course.

sat on her lap, her arms hooked under your knees, forcing you to be on display. her hips would drill in and out of your sopping cunt, making the loveliest noises she'd ever heard. not to mention the pretty little moans she'd easily get out of you.

"there y'go, doll, that's it. keep makin' those noises for me." she'd coo into your ear, watching with an evil grin as she fucked you stupid. she'd take a disgusting amount of pleasure in watching that little bulge form on your tummy as she thrust so fucking deep. "gonna cum, baby, yeah? you wanna cum?" of course, after your whining all day, she'd make sure you came. over... and over... and over.

she'd especially love to do that in front of a mirror, where she could watch her cock get sucked into your pussy. where she could watch your face lose all coherence as she just kept going.

or maybe she'd have you bent over the counter...

meant to be a quickie in the bathroom, that was all. but the poor girl hadn't packed her strap in her bag. no issue for her. she had no problem bending you over the counter and watching with a grin as her girthy fingers slid in and out of you; covered in your sticky arousal, of course. she'd force you to look. to watch what she was doing to you. one hand in your hair and forcing your face up toward the mirror, the other mercilessly using your pussy. she'd keep eye contact with you the whole time, just to fuck with you. to embarrass you.

of course, not to say that she didn't love a little missionary. of course, she'd love to gently kiss your neck while she kept a steady pace, one hand softly kneading your breast.

or even forcing you to hold your knees to your chest while she held your waist in one hand, your throat in the other. she'd love to watch your face.

but...

there was something about those special little noises you'd make when she used you from behind. the way it felt to hold your body snugly back against hers. it was her favorite.

♡

[sttm99]

Based on this story by @kumimi3

Prohero!Katsuki, who's modelling for Calvin Klein. Who's seen you in some magazines, commercials, or fashion blogs and hasn't ever paid much interest. There's something about media that diminishes beauty, such that a pretty face becomes mundane when on television.

So he doesn't care much until he sees you for the first time during a shoot.

And he thinks you're absolutely unreal.

You're beautiful, in a way that has people unable to look away, as if something will happen the moment their eyes leave you.

There is no camera in the world that does you justice, and annoyingly, it has him sweating a bit when you're close, your torso leaning on him.

"Stand over there," the photographer says, instantly ushering you to step over to Bakugo.

"We're just gonna get some shots in before your solos, YN." The photographer tells you. "Stand closer to Bakugo."

The shoot takes longer than what he's used to. It dragged on, with the photographer intent in getting you in every single position he could come up with.

"You're his muse," Bakugo hears one of the makeup artists say. "He's practically enamoured."

'She's beautiful, though... I would be, too,' he thinks.

The shoot ends, and he's already researching your name and company while in the car on the way back. He's consuming information about you rapidly, measurements and backstories, your agency and your nationality, your pictures.

In about two months or so, you're booked to model some line of merchandise for one of the larger Hero Agencies in Japan. You're sitting against a backdrop, moving through accessories and black pieces of clothing, all with a similar orange cross over the chest.

When you're changing, redoing your hair and makeup, one of the stylists whispers to you.

"Are you two close? Is that why he was so adamant about you?"

You furrow your brows in confusion, looking at her through the mirror. "What?"

She blinks at you, "He refused anyone else. Told them it was you or nothing. Just you."

You paused. You had only just recently moved down to Japan for work, and you were still just an upcoming face. You didn't know anyone influential in the field other than the photographer from some months ago, and he hadn't mentioned it.

"Who?"

The girl looks at you, then shrugs over to the door, where a guy you recognise is talking to the photographer. He's familiar, and it takes a moment before you remember he's the guy you did your Calvin Klein shoot with.

"Who is he?" You murmur, and the hair stylist and the makeup artist look at you like you're crazy.

"Bakugo Katsuki? Dynamight?"

"The Dynamight?" Your voice goes down to a whisper as shock fills you. You're looking at the makeup artist with wide, disbelieving eyes, and she's looking at you like the same way.

"Duh? You didn't know what he looked like?"

"I-" You stammer, trying not to give into the urge to turn back and stare at him. "I only just moved here.... I'm not too familiar with Japanese heroes.

The girl snorts. "Well, it looked like you're gonna be very familiar with Dynamight."

You turn back slowly but find that he's already looking at you.

[iceunhie]

— out of this world (and into another) : genshin impact

premise: you could've sworn the transmigration curse didn't have an effect on you... so what exactly are you doing here?! (alternatively, you tumble straight into your favorite video game; and you're kinda fucked)

...or, a genshin manhwa otome game inspired au.

act i: scaramouche, alhaitham, wriothesley.

↳ act ii: lyney, neuvilette, kazuha, kaeya. (next)

warnings. fem!reader but can be imagined as genderless if u'd like hehe, a shit ton of manhwa tropes in one, this is a hot mess aka not proofread all that much, half clunky half decent writing

a/n: as promised via the poll heh,, while i do plan to make this an actual au, im not that sure ^^; just the tip of the iceberg here tho!!

MAIN MASTERLIST | AU MASTERLIST (coming soon)

YOU — unsuspecting civilian turnt transmigrator

you've always been too attached to fictional characters for your own good.

yes, even the ones that are remarkably irredeemable (the power of a backstory is very formidable) and complex (complexity is a virtue!)

villains have always been destined to die, be cursed, or destined to curse others. it was heartbreaking, really. you've wished for a chance to rewrite their fates for them to find even a sliver of happiness, even when the fate of their plot says otherwise.

which is why when you find yourself awake into the game of your dreams, “Teyvat's Seven Stars”, like any lover of cliche novel and manhwa tropes, this is the time you think that maybe life wasn't so shitty on you.

....there's only one tiny, teensy, itty bitty problem here, actually.

you're not the protagonist. you're not even one of the protagonist's faithful friends and underlings that light protagonist's road to conquering the world and its men (and as of the 4.0 update, it's women); no, you're none of those.

you're a no name extra, and not to mention, a character involved with the game's main villain characters who are coincidentally the love interests of the game's black route!

[ unlock transmigration package: ultimate transmigrator's route ( ????? MODE ) ]

[ no ] [ yes ]

( 国崩 ) SCARAMOUCHE — the tyrant

“as of today, you will be engaged to crown prince kunikuzushi, who is her grace the shogun's rightful heir to the throne.”

when given approval to stare at your so-called soon to be husband, you expect the worst, mostly. the multitudes of character dialogue you've played through detailing his rather discourteous personality (which basically meant he was a huge asshole) don't exactly paint a pretty picture.

however...

who was this tender hearted looking scaramouche that ‘obliterated armies in the blink of an eye?’ the t in tyrant stands for tyrannical, not timid!

eyes like lighting framed by the longest eyelashes you've ever seen and an unfairly pretty face, comparable to a fair lotus. after fawning over his otherworldly countenance, a sinking realization of dread pools in your stomach.

oh, you are so screwed.

essentially tied to the indigo-haired ticking time bomb of a future tyrant due to the strong standing of your family for a period of until the main story starts, you're destined to never get crown prince scaramouche's affection, being his fiancée who scaramouche is arranged to for political means only.

not to mention, you're in an even more deadly position; of all the characters you switched souls with, it's the one that essentially dies by their own fiancé's hand because they were horrible to him! what atrocious luck!

frantic, you wrack up about three ways to survive.

plan a) win over the shogun's favor by being an appropriate partner unlike the original flavor of this body, who resorted to bullying the innocent prince and unknowingly digging their own grave or b) be a guiding friend to scaramouche as he learns the ways of the world and c) make sure you don't end up giving the protagonist a bad ending via his twisted personality.

weighing all these options, you decide to do all three in hopes to cement a life instead of a deathflag. prevention is better than the cure (aka: the protagonist) after all!

(you may also just want to spend time with your favorite character. having a time limit and a sign that says ‘i'll die in the future!’ should at least warrant you extra time to show some affection to scaramouche, at least.)

so, you do what anyone in your position would do: give affection! lots of it.

admittedly, it wasn't all flowers and rainbows. scaramouche—ahem, kunikuzushi—was very shy and reserved indeed, with his mother ei even worse off! (besides, who trains and studies all day and has to stop crying every time they were injured?! that was just too much!)

it was rather hard at first, the frigid atmosphere of the usually silent Tenshukaku Palace almost impossible to permeate. but with your amazing charm (read: deathflag radar) and social skills, you manage to let the members of the Royal family open up to you.

speaking words of praise in ei's cooking (a very difficult feat to accomplish), spending afternoons with your fiancé and teaching him ‘how to be a shoujo worthy male lead, name-version’ (very confusing to explain), and the cherry on top, driving away that vile teacher of his—the Doctor—once word got out that he'd been taking advantage of scaramouche as a political puppet king in the future. trauma enabler destroyed! look at your immeasurable powers!

(“you're not a failure.” clasping kunikuzushi's hands in yours as he reels back from you. damn that doctor.

his tears shot a wave of heartache through you. you can't bear to see your favorite in such suffering. “whatever happens in the future, i won't abandon you.

no matter what, i'll always be on your side, okay?”

kunikuzushi looks at you with something in his eyes—something like adoration. “do you promise that?”

“yeah.” you say without hesitation, the glow of the sunlight hitting your face so dazzlingly that kunikuzushi's eyes widen that his mouth hangs agape in awe. “i promise, kuni.”)

to your greatest delight, your efforts worked in your favor.

ei now spends time with her son, and though it's almost always just a tad bit awkward, you and the guuji yae miko get the two to strike up conversation, and overtime, kunikuzushi becomes more open to you.

(“[name], what kind of man is your type?”

“huh? well...” you think for a while. this was a great opportunity to say it, right? that life changing protagonist quote!

“to me, the only person i'll ever like the most is you, kunikuzushi.”

“do you really, really mean that?” and oh, he looks so cute—flustered and red from your words. worth it.

“yup! now, i made some shimi chazuke, try some—”)

(admittedly, lots of favoritism is involved.)

—and while you reap the fruits of your hard work, you spend warm, sunlit afternoons with ei at tea, even learning about other nations from scaramouche's aunt nahida and even befriended a few of his future affiliates—childe (though for some reason, kunikuzushi always pulls you away from him whenever he spots the two of you together), signora (she tolerates you, you think) and etcetera.

(“then, if i do well, can you kiss me on the cheek, [name]?”

you agree, much to his delight. scaramouche avoids the gaze of a certain pink haired fox eyeing him questionably. unbeknownst to you, he glares at the woman's scrutiny.)

unprecedented things unrelated to the plot happen too; like how your family, which basically only saw you as a political bargaining chip and an unwanted child they could get rid of easily—no longer sent you any demeaning letters demanding money once scaramouche found out....

(“they've been leeching off of you for how long?” so scary... is this was kunikuzushi is like when he's worried?)

(“...kunikuzushi, how long will you keep up that weak-hearted facade of yours? if they find out how.... dishonest you are....”

“i don't need the reminders of a foxy old hag that doesn't know her place. this is fine as it is.”)

(you don't need to know.)

but, you're nothing compared to the inevitable flow of the plot. inazuma is wracked with war, and it just so happened that you'd been unceremoniously kidnapped by a certain resistance leader's trusted general, used as a hostage bargain for approximately the majority of your life. in the worst moments in your dreary cell, there's only one thought in your mind.

....kunikuzushi's face, devastated when he tries to reach for you, before slipping away from him like sand— face morphing into an unbridled state of rage that's too natural, too familiar. when did he learn to make a face like that?

(they say the kingdom was wracked with thunderstorms all night that day.)

afterwards, fate doesn't make it kind for you.

years go by in the blink of an eye, with your capture fervently forgotten in the midst of the growing animosity of the two conflicting forces.

although you did hear that yae sent out a search party for you while at the resistance's base, the shogun's forces never reached you.

eventually, you got released secretly by sympathy of kokomi, the leader of the resistance, who felt pity for you getting caught in the crossfire. letting you go under the condition that you'd likely never meet any of the precious characters you've gotten to know and change was a heavy price to pay, but you didn't have any choice.

indeed, no matter how much you tried to divert the plot, your duty as an extra has ended, and you were even lucky to even be alive. you could only hope that your fiancé—ex-fiancé—took note of your lessons well, bidding farewell to inazuma as you hop on the boat to mondsdat.

by now, you at least hoped that scaramouche and the protagonist met, his true chance at happiness starting now that you were basically dead.

(even if your heart felt like breaking into a million pieces.)

....is what you thought would happen, but why is it that after three years from your supposed capture, inazuma was still at war?

“that crazy prince... he's still working to find his former fiancée... and he's razing almost every village apart looking for them!”

“—didn't the shogunate say that whoever finds her would receive almost 3 million mora?”

“the entire lot of them are lunatics, i tell you. all because of a missing person, too!”

what's more, why was it still going because of you?!

( 艾尔海森 ) AL-HAITHAM: the information guild master

to be fair, normal people don't really run into one of their favorite characters often after transmigrating.

but to be fair, again, you certainly didn't think you'd actually be in your favorite video game franchise caged in bed with essentially one of its main love interests.

eyes wide and unceremoniously looking—definitely not ogling— at the toned body that's currently enveloping you in its arms, the soft tuft of ashy gray hair caressing the crook of your neck, murmuring incoherent mumbles of—is that another language?

???????

you blink, looking down at the bare body currently embracing you. oh. oh.

you're an extra.

you're just an extra, but why are you in bed, currently being served breakfast by the most gorgeous man you've ever laid your eyes on, with a pretty view of the rainforests' canopy?

“you should lie down. if i recall, sufficient sleep is required in order for the human body to perform its basic bodily functions. although our partnership is temporary, to let you fall to harm is a situation i'd like to avoid as much as possible.”

“....what?”

“...?”

the guild master, al-haitham, is a character in Teyvat's Seven Stars that is heavily debated on whether he's technically a villain or not. in the game, he's the right hand of sumeru's leader, nahida, working as the overseer of the AKASHA, a guild that gathers information to the nation's leader. he's a pretty shady character—always working behind the scenes and very unfalteringly blunt—and a ‘villain’ for crown prince scaramouche's route, helping the protagonist escape his clutches.

he's often the subject of comedic ire, his banters with a certain broke architect always the highlight of any bonafide al-haitham fan.

“we're expected to work together by lord kusanali's decree in the duration of investigating the hivemind project the lord suspects the baron siraj is partaking in.”

right, that one scene in the game where al-haitham needed to go undercover to infiltrate a coup de etat staged by one of the factions against nahida... right... what.

you were that extra! the one that fell in love with him and pined for his affection!

(“well, i get that part, but does sleeping together really have to play a part in this...?”

al-haitham gives you a mere quirk of the lip, tilting his head. “we do have to play the part of a married couple in dire straights, do we not? this cover is more efficient.

...besides, i don't have anything to complain about. you're certainly better company than kaveh.” )

in truth, al-haitham wasn't bad company. far from it. aside from the internal giggling and fangirling (you) and the incredible stack of books (alhaitham) that you have to see more than the grey haired man on a daily basis, the two of you work out a rapport that stems from memories of the body you transmigrated in.

he's nice to be around, surprisingly considerate when he wants to be—he tells you about the books he always reads....

(who even reads ‘20 Tongues Language Memorization Guidebook: A Basic Overview of Vocabulary and Terms’ for enjoyment?

the content makes your head run in circles because of how complicated it is; but who wouldn't like to listen to an extremely attractive man overexplain to you with a calm and pretty voice?)

...is generous enough to provide meals and cook dinners that have you crying tears of gratitude because you know how awful yours compares (it was either too bland or too seasoned; al-haitham is surprisingly picky when he wants to be)

(you assigned al-haitham the title of “absolute s-tier husband material”— his capabilities are out of this world!)

by chance, you once gave al-haitham a little tidbit of information that proved to be valuable later in the investigation—courtesy of your avid game knowledge—when you two had been lost to the psychological illusion magic cast by siraj when you two finally broke in his estate.

(“whatever happens, if siraj messes with your mind, just make sure to think of me instead of anything else.” al-haitham lets his hand find yours.

“you once asked me if i trusted you, [name].”

“....” you're treated to one of al-haitham's rare smiles, one that warms you up from within. “i do. so don't let yourself get hurt.”)

however, your temporary partner had faltered for once, flinching when siraj took the form of his old grandmother who'd passed to exploit al-haitham's mind, hesitating and frozen in place while siraj inched ever closer to finding out his weakness.

and you couldn't stand it, the character you cared for—the al-haitham that always had a plan, always knew how to stay calm, had looked so unsure and hopeless.

(“wake up, al-haitham!”

with you cradling his face, al-haitham stares back at the only constant in the memories of his grief, eyes meeting yours. “you don't have to do it all alone. i'm right here, aren't i? believe in me.”)

your (fake) husband snaps back to reality, finally allowing enough time to apprehend siraj and put a stop to his malicious project.

(“thank you.” al-haitham tells you solemnly. it hits you that this may be the last time you may ever see him. “i'm grateful that you brought me back to y— to my senses.”

there's a sincerity in your voice that rings from your heart. “anytime, al-haitham.”)

you thought that was the end of it.

defeating siraj meant you two no longer had to associate with each other, but somehow, to your great surprise, al-haitham doesn't stick to the plot at all. you were sure you didn't interfere with the game, though?

for some reason, al-haitham doesn't erase himself from your life, unlike the original route's flow.

in fact, he's become... easy to run into, a constant in your otherwise mundane life. he takes you out to lambad's tavern for an occasional drink, says he's lending you his headphones when you find yourself overwhelmed by the city (you were never good with noises) and even helps you out as you vent your problems to him.

(the day after, said problem conveniently disappears. how strange....)

and most of all, allowing you to enter his personal space... leaving kaveh's jaw dropping when he accuses al-haitham of having a lover.

“you're always going who knows where with them! what else is there to figure out?”

“...we are merely friends.”

“a friend that you let into your personal library? do they know that you still keep the ‘fake’ ring in a box inside the closet?” kaveh laughs. “nice try, al-haitham.”

(after all, kaveh could never unsee the way al-haitham's eyes softened at the feeling of the head on his shoulder lean onto him, with you no doubt asleep. he even took his headphones off! kaveh has never seen him actually take them off in order to keep the person who's sleeping on his shoulder as undisturbed as possible.

in fact, kaveh doesn't think he's ever seen al-haitham be this touchy or considerate with anyone this much before.

.....and most importantly, kaveh would never forget the way al-haitham, a man who found no merit in politeness and preferred bluntness, a man who preferred solitude rather than company—deliberately getting close to someone—pressing a fleeting kiss on the crown of your head.

kaveh blinks. it seems even the throes of love can reach even the most unconquerable of peaks....)

( 莱欧斯利 ) WRIOTHESLEY — the monster duke of the north

“—i need you to gather information on duke wriothesley. serve him undercover as one of the prisoners of the fortress.”

the duke of meropide—a man swamped with terrible rumors. they say he was exiled from the nation due to murdering his entire family. they say he possessed a face worthy of the title of a beast— grotesque, littered in scars. they say that any who end up in his estate, the iron prison of the north, meropide, never saw the light of day again.

(“only criminals of the worst kind are fated to be sentenced there. nobody returns, so we've stopped questioning it...” )

so to say you're not fearing for your life that bad right now is a massive understatement.

“now, mind telling me how you were able to sneak into the most impenetrable prison in all the land, miss prisoner?”

how did it end up like this?

so you wake up and find yourself in jail. lovely.

seriously, of all the places you can transmigrate into, why did it have to be fontaine?! Teyvat's Seven Stars chapter 4's main starting point, the nation of justice is littered with dark themes and high difficulty capture targets.

.... such is the case with the man in front of you. unlike what the rumors of him say, duke wriothesley paints a rugged yet dashing picture of a nobleman, even if he was —if you recall— one of the hardest capture targets to conquer in the game.

a villain character who you played once during one game route, acting as the driving force during one of the love events of one of the protagonist's other love interest, lyney. duke wriothesley almost assassinates lyney's younger brother, freminent, leading lyney to rally up a certain group to bring the nobleman down.... a typical side character villain, who's existence was added as late as 3 patches away from lyney's.

(even inazuma would be better than this! at least the tyrant route could be avoided, and let's not mention the easy sumeru route as well...)

“well, miss prisoner, cat got your tongue?”

in summary: fortunately for you, the body you transmigrated is in the position to spy on the current affairs of the fortress of meropide, with courtesy and with permission of one of Fontaine's leaders, neuvillette. unfortunately for you, it seems our dear monsieur wasn't able to inform wriothesley beforehand, leading to the current situation.

aka, you're pressed dangerously close to wriothesley's chest, with a knife at his throat and his hands pinning you against the wall, noses almost touching. you're not sure if this is even the kind of tension that two people who are trying to kill each other are supposed to have...

(“i'm an ally!” you sputter out. wriothesley raises an eyebrow at you. “monsieur neuvillette sent me.”

“how am i supposed to trust you after i saw you slinking around here, knife at my throat?” he replies, eyes narrowing. “i know that i'm labelled as a beast, but i don't really know what came over that pretty little head of yours when trying to sneak into my chambers.”

what does he take you for?! “...are you accusing me of something indecent?!”

“just saying — i've met lots of prisoners with your excuse, my lady.”

“i'm prepared to use this knife, you know.”

“hah.” wriothesley grins. “how aggressive. more aggressive than most. do you want me that bad?”

“stop twisting my words!”)

in any case, you hate wriothesley. you know he's one of the characters in Teyvat's Seven Stars and is a villain for one of the easy love interest routes in the game, but his personality is... a real piece of work.

you'd rather the protective and kind kazuha, or even the charming and elusive lyney! why did it have to be him?

not only did he not believe you, he even told you to prove your authenticity! you're just glad that his assistant sigewinne had been there to vouch for you — you're not sure if you'd even be on your two feet right now if she didn't.

so now you're stuck constantly on your feet, running to and fro — helping the dark-haired man record new prisoners, establishing trading routes to the main city of Fontaine, and treating other prisoners of the fortress with sigewinne.

your biggest surprise by far, though, is just how... different the duke is from the rumors. his scars were merely battle scars of honor (to which sigewinne rolls her eyes, “your grace, please stop trying to look cool”) he got from various succession fights, not scars to show how he was cursed to turn into a beast. he has a love for tea, but always seems to have a cup of your favorite blend with him when you feel tired after a long day of working (laboring) for him and the estate.

(“your daily report of new convicts, your grace.”

“-this is the tea you like, your grace. i've prepared it in advance.”

“you're very adamant on proving yourself. aren't you sick of such tasks by now, miss prisoner?”

“no.” wriothesley's expression screams 'why not?' on it. “ it's because of my own misjudgement of you.”

“...elaborate.”

“i may have had unnecessary prejudices on your conduct thus far. but you're... not like what the rumors paint you out to be.” you say sincerely. “you're more amazing and incredible than anyone else. i truly do admire you.”

wriothesley's expression; you couldn't decipher it. “i see.”)

he's battered, but caring. sigewinne makes you watch (in horror) as she doodles cartoonish looking characters on his face when he's asleep — wriothesley never fusses, only an exasperated sigh to his assistant. he's harsh with his tasks and duties, but is the first to rush you into sigewinne's infirmary to tend to you after you pass out from overwork.

(“don't worry, [name]. the duke may not look it, but he's very gentle!” sigewinne giggles. humoring the little girl who was the first to show you actual decency in this place, you try to nod. sigewinne doesn't seem convinced.

“i'm serious! after all, compared to other people who've snuck into the fortress, you're the first he's treated this way.” she says cheerily.

“what does that mean?” you can't help but scoff at that. “so he just works someone to the bone from the get go?” you shudder. damn production zone...

sigewinne blinks. “ oh no, not like that. it's just that he's never been so lenient before. in fact, when you fainted, he even gave me the order to prioritize treating you over anything else.”)

well, this wasn't exactly what you thought you would be doing when you transmigrated into your favorite game, but you suppose you can take it.

besides, you'd miss a certain duke otherwise. life truly is full of strange twists....

a/n: thank you for making it this far! if anyone asks why wriothesley's was short, listen, this was completely impulsive and i was out of inspiration LOL, but i do hope you enjoy! look forward to new parts though hehe :3

@ ICEUNHIE: do not repost translate or plagiarize my works.