#i feel like i will probably crash soon tho

[arolesbianism]

I'm starting to see ppl talk abt updating their artfight pages and at first I was like what why it's still months away and then it hit me that by months it was two months and now I'm just silently sweating as my anual side project to remake the eternal gales refs and give them all icons comes back to haunt me

[7ouls]

daisuke x fem reader where they’re both super awkward and swansea is tired of them being oblivious to the way they feel for eachother that he makes both of his interns work on a project together

omg i totally loved writing this even tho i hcent written in a while so it might look weird? im really sorry its been a long time… (and its pretty short sorry abt that) also swansea is probably a bit ooc (i think u say it like that? idk) cause i have really bad memory so sorry abt that too…

this is set before the crash

No matter how many times the two interns tried to communicate it would always end up being awkward since everyone but them knew about their obvious crush on each other.

Nobody cares enough to help them realise that, except their boss Swansea.

That shortly explains how the three of them are now repeating the bases of engineering.

“So is that clear?” The older man looked at the young adults as they nodded.

“Great, i don’t have to repeat myself for once. Now to see how much you’ve understood try to fix this.”

He said taking an old radio that sat behind him and handed them the needed tools. He then proceeded to leave but not before giving a smirk to his interns that blushed as a reaction.

Daisuke was the first to speak up. “I didn’t actually understand all of it.”

Y/n giggled at the boy and he soon joined too. “Don’t worry… I barely managed to take some notes. Swansea isn’t really the best teacher…”

“But we don’t really have much of a choice”

“Right, so here. You can read some of my notes and umm… i guess start working.” She said handing him her notebook. He started quietly reading all of it as the girl got slowly closer and closer to read with him.

After a while Daisuke stopped and thanked her, then realised how close she’s gotten to him. Y/n panicking apologised as she didn’t notice the close distance between them.

He quickly straightened himself. “No need to apologise! We’re supposed to work together so that eventually would’ve happened, not that i mind anyways…” He muttered the last part.

Y/n raised an eyebrow at that but didn’t question it. “We should get the work started now.” She said as he nodded happily.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

It has been around two hours when the two finally ended their work and were now chatting.

“Sooo… would you be free after dinner tonight?” Daisuke asked nervously, Y/n blushed at the question then smiled. “I mean… there’s not much else to do so yes. Why do you ask?”

The boy grinned and answered. “Well, i’ve been meaning to ask you this for a while now. Would you like to play on my gameboy with me? We can take turns! And then we can eat all the sweets that i have and stay up all night!” He exclaimed out of breath.

Y/n was surprised to hear the boy so excited and soon replied. “Sure, we can do that. We’ll just have to make sure to be quiet or else we’ll wake the captain up.” Daisuke happily nodded as he watched the girl get up and wave at him.

When she left he let put a puff of air he didn’t know he was holding. “Holy moly. She’s like super cool!”

i took the gameboy idea from a daisuke fanfic on here but i dont remember the tag. sorry this is kinda short as i said i have to get used to weiting it’s been like 2 years since i last did it. maybe i’ll write about that sleepover soemtime!! (i swear this looked longer whem i wrote it on my diary)

[oshikasa]

so like… lqq and his little guy assistant ✨

i love this donghua-exclusive guy so much!! on twitter a fan name that has been circling around in the community is “xiao mengyou” (it’s more of a title but it’s sort of slowly just becoming his name), and i’ve just been doing a lot of thinking between these two..

it’s nice for lqq to have a supporter like him (if you don’t know, this nameless character has appeared by lqq’s side in multiple episodes, both in the past since lqq was 12 AND he’s the junior official that runs after lqq after he forgot his waist badge in the first episode of season 2. he’s been by lqq’s side for 500 years)

my personal thoughts and characterizations about mengyou and lqq below cut

i’m actually writing a fic and having a lot of fun with it, i have two other fic wips that have been in progress for MONTHS but it’s hualian and fengqing so i’m way wayyy harder on the characterization in those fics even tho both of them are alternative universes, so i’m not willing to post those unfinished. for this one tho, mengyou is essentially an OC, so i’m thinking about posting the first chapter soon even if the fic isn’t nearly close to done (why do i insist on writing long ass fics when i don’t rly finish them.. is a mystery)

i characterize xmy as extremely loyal and prideful to be lqq’s longtime assistant and right hand man, but he also has some intense self deprecating issues where he views himself as a servant and ONLY that. even tho lqq expresses (mutual) feelings for xmy, xmy feels he isn’t worthy, and pushes him away. lqq is too young and inexperienced to grasp his feelings fully as well, so he lets xmy push him away bc he too isn’t sure if it’s right.

when lqq’s worldview crashes in the fangxin guoshi arc, he goes MIA in the story until mt. tonglu reopens bc he’s hunting qi rong, and he doesn’t trust anyone. i’d imagine this would hit xmy hard bc he’s been by his side since forever, and lqq, who used to respond to anyone’s messages regardless of rank as soon as possible, has probably ghosted his junior officials and xmy since he disappeared. good room for angst, lqq’s opinion of xmy is probably wavering bc he probably doesn’t trust him either, bc xmy encouraged him to protect the xianle residents after the golden banquet massacre, and also bc lqq is just unstable and tunnel-visioning after he finds out the truth. add that with their confusing feelings for each other and there’s so much room to write about!

[oh-no-its-bird]

hi listen i just had a divine intervention or smth lmk if you don't like it but

what if your team Ro time travel au + my time travel Tobirama

Team Ro would have memories of the canon and they got to this different timeline and there's Tobirama actively trying to seduce Uchiha fucking Madara. They didn't teach THAT in the Academy

They got in the time when Tobirama still orchestrated meetings, but Butsuma is already dead so if everything goes well, Tobirama would get Madara and peace soon.

And then there suddenly spawn a Hatake with a sharingan with 2 Uchiha kids and a Mokuton user. Political nightmare.

Later Tobirama recognises Kakashi and was like "The fuck? It's that Hatake from the war. What is he doing there, he should not have been born yet!!"

OHHH THATS SO GOOD THO???

I'm gonna be real I love the concept of "team ro time travel au but they time travel into someone else's time travel au," that's so good

If we go with your au, there's a really interesting immediate aspect of like: hey ! Tobirama might recognize Kakashi or maybe even Tenzo from the war, but these guys are way fucking younger than when they met !!!

Idk what exactly can be done with that but it's interesting to consider. Also Tobirama talked ab Itachi and his crimes before I'm p sure? So like he knows what happens to the Uchiha and that it was Itachi who did it for the village. I wanna see him faced w the kid who he once praised for slaughtering his own clan to prove his loyalty.

I wanna see him feel the consequences of the stress Itachi is under when he (and possibly Shisui) attempt to kill Madara.

Stop interfering with his fix it fic you brats!! He's already got it covered!! You're just causing a mess!!!!

They get zapped in, like, in the middle of Tobirama's happy ending epilogue too. Tobirama is peacefully eating dinner in his house w his new husband Madara thinking "well. Alls well that ends well." Then BOOM Kakashi Shisui Itachi and Tenzo crash out of fucking nowhere directly onto their table, getting covered in food and breaking the table in half

Immediatley arrested !! I feel like Tobirama would instantly understand what happened by recognizing their uniforms + potentially Kakashi + he's already a time traveler himself so it's really no stretch for him to go "oh fuck I didn't think we'd get a double jepordy in this bitch but I guess not"

But like it's not like he can just SAY that ? Or he could but it would bring a lot of questions he probably does not want to answer.

Now another problem arises in like. I don't think Tobirama is especially attached to any of these guys. I can see him maybe having a lingering "pay it forward ig" feeling just bc they're "loyal konoha soldiers" and it'd be a waste to let that resource just burn. But also like. Under no circumstances can Tobirama have these guys share certain aspects of future knowledge.

Tobirama worked so hard to get here !!!! Literal years of planning !!!! He got his happy ending and it very much rests on Madara staying safe and sane and NO ONE IMPLYING HE WILL BETRAY KONOHA EVER !!!!! Tobirama does not even wanna RISK that becoming a rumor, he will take no chances.

Anyways I think his best course of action would be to reveal himself as a time traveler specifically to team ro, then position himself as their hokage who they should remain loyal to, say that it is for Konoha's best interests that they do not reveal certain things, and play it by ear from there.

Tobirama deciding he can't risk team ro going forward in time again and potentially fucking up the time stream or smthn. They need to stay here. He can not risk losing this shit. Sorry guys it looks like your trapped here <3

Anyways team ro being scary loyal to him bc he is the closest approximation to their (current?) Hokage and only person w the knowledge to enforce that power over them (at this time)

In my original post, like, all of team ro are already established to be kind of at their worst and most loyal to the village at that point to. They are at THE age(s) to be manipulated like that tbh, rip

It's not too bad tho. I think Itachi would feel relieved but also very guilty. Shisui too. Tenzo is violently neutral bc hes still in his "learning to be a real boy" phase from root, but it's all positive for him tbh. Kakashi is tricky bc his mental state is the equivalent of someone rapidly bouncing a ball on a thin pane of glass trying to prove it's bullet proof (it's not) and has like MOUNTAINS of complexes around the words "konoha authority figure" and what he's leaving behind. He's probably the most determined to go back

Anyways uhh. Izuna gets Itachi to help him be skeptical of Tobirama and spy on him. Itachi only agrees bc he violently reminds him of Sasuke (this will develop into a complex if not stopped. Shisui is working on it.)

[socialredux]

⛧ Toby Rogers & Proxy Head-cannons⛧

Hi teem, there's a lack of Creepypasta content on tumblr lately. Expect a lot of Ticci Toby stuff from me :D I'll probably do requests in the near future. I don't usually write so this might suck and be in weird perspectives. I got way to much time on my hands so enjoyyy

Here's your NSFW warning

I don't see many people talk about the type of music he'd enjoy. Emo music comes up a lot but I feel like Toby would enjoy more brutal music. He is a murder after all. Some sub-genres include goregrind, slam metal, and brutal death metal. Bands like Devourment, Peelingflesh, Kraanium, and dystopia would totally be up this fuckers alley

Toby would talk you through it in german lmfaoo

I feel like Toby would survive on Redbull and Monsters. He's constantly having to do proxy work and needs a way to keep up. Probably would have severe crashes tho

Going back to music he'd have something like a record player, any money he could spare he'd buy records of his favorite artists.

This mf is a certified geeker if his tics are particularly bad he'd smoke up to ease the tension. None of the other proxies like smoking weed as much as Toby.

Toby has a pretty high sex drive but would be sexually frustrated. This is due to not being able to get close to anyone long enough to actually have sex. So when he actually gets with you, be ready for some rough kinky shit. This doesn't mean he wouldn't be romantic and sensual at times

Probably smells earthy like pine but also kind of musky?? Don't get me wrong he'd realistically stink a lot of the time but him all cleaned up would leave a lingering smell of fresh forest pine

This is includes Tim and Brian but they'd for sure be living in the Pacific Northwest, probably somewhere in Washington. They'd feel a need to get out of Alabama to continue their work, and what better foresty place than the PNW. Spooky shit happens out here

HE'D HAVE FACE PIERCINGS. I've seen him drawn with snake bites and that is SO TRUE. He'd have his both of his eyebrows pierced and probably a septum ;)

That's all, more on the way soon.

[chaiifluuf]

That's that me espresso! — c. nakahara

synopsis. chuuya struggles to fall asleep again after thinking about you and his unexpected dreams

content. fem!reader, fluff, suggestive in one part, chuuya is lovesick and he doesn’t know it <3

notes. i don’t know if i got his character right.. i tried my best tho ! and yes this is inspired by sabrina carpenter’s song espresso hehe (*´꒳`*)

chuuya doesn’t dream. 

or well he didn’t use to because tonight was the first time he had a dream in a really long time.

the fact it wasn’t a nightmare shocked him even further and out of all things he could’ve dreamed about, it was about you. why you? he isn’t sure himself. chuuya let out a silent sigh as he rubbed his face, trying to recall everything he saw because a part of him is still in disbelief that he had an actual dream.

the first thing he remembers is you wearing a summer dress while walking at the shore of a beach. the gentle waves crashing into your bare feet as you carried your flip flops in your hand. then you turned around and your face was beaming. chuuya swore you had the happiest smile he had ever seen on you. something seems to catch your attention when you look at him.

“chuuya, your hair is in your face!” you tell him with a light giggle. as soon as you mention that, he notices how his hair strands start to obscure his sight as the wind blows from behind him. you make your way towards him as if an idea popped into your mind. “wait, stay still,” you say and swiftly move behind him while chuuya couldn’t help but blink in confusion. “what?”

you don’t say anything in return but it doesn’t take him long before he realises what you’re doing as he can feel your fingers gather his hair into one place. you were making a ponytail for him. 

“there! now it won’t be bothering you,” you say once you are done, looking at him in satisfaction and glee. chuuya touches his head for a moment, not used to having it like that. it indeed felt nicer. he thanked you before the two of you start walking again.

“no problem. you look really good with a ponytail too…” you mumble the last part and chuuya almost misses it. he glances at you, about to say something and he’ll never know what because that was the moment he woke up.

chuuya believes there was probably more going on in the dream but this is as far as he remembers. he casts a look to the side, scanning over the clock that reads 2:56 am. there is more than enough time to get his much needed sleep. because it is a rare occurrence for him to not be exhausted from a usual workday, he’ll take any bit of rest he can get. 

with that in mind, chuuya shifts his body to the other side and closes his eyes, a soft exhale leaving his lips. it was just a silly dream and he will forget it soon enough anyway. although he still doesn’t quite understand why you were there. you were one of the closest people to him, he’ll admit that. you knew him better than most people and he has lost count at how many times you have made his day so much better. the two of you were good friends and that’s it. yeah, this is fine.

except it isn’t.

falling asleep turns out to be a much more difficult task than he anticipated. he isn’t even that tired anymore which did not help. chuuya’s mind is still stuck on his damned dream. he can’t help but picture again your radiant smile, how your hair blew in the wind, the way you stared at him and that pretty dress… he quickly shaked his head to snap out of it. he can’t believe himself. chuuya decides to get up and find something to distract himself since he couldn’t sleep now anyway.

he wished that would’ve been the one and only time he dreamed of you. this was the third time in the week that he hasn’t slept well. all of them had you in it and at this point chuuya thinks something is wrong with him. how does anyone dream about the same person so many times in such a short time? 

chuuya groans into his pillow as he suspects yet another badly slept night. of course you were on his mind once more. he is glad that these aren’t nightmares but at the same time he doesn’t know how to feel about these dreams either. he’s also shocked by just how vividly he remembers all of them. 

in the second dream, chuuya was at a restaurant with you. if he’s going to be honest then it felt like a date. the dimmed lights, the romantic atmosphere, a lit up candle placed on the middle of the table and two glasses filled halfway with red wine. he still remembers the simple yet elegant carmine dress you were wearing. your gaze was filled with so much warmth and adoration that he felt his heart falter. then you laughed at something he said and god your laughter seemed sweeter than the desserts the two of you were having.

the entire time his eyes were stuck on you as if you were the most breathtaking person he had ever come across. and you were. while the conversation was hazy to him, the scene of you intertwining your fingers with his was still clear in his mind. your rosy cheeks afterwards made you look even prettier. thinking about it alone made chuuya’s heart rate fasten.

the third dream however, the one he had tonight, was a different story. because with each time these dreams seem to get bolder and chuuya doesn’t know how to handle it. 

you were pushed against the bed with him hovering over you. he was kissing you and they weren’t some kind of gentle kisses either. more like they were filled with desire, need and many other strong emotions he couldn’t pinpoint. he pulled away for a moment, his lips still brushing against yours. your hair had gotten rather messy, your lipstick was smeared and it was obvious that you were breathless as he could feel your breath on his skin. 

“chuuya, please…” he couldn’t fight back the shiver that went down his spine when he heard your pleading voice. your arms were wrapped around his neck as you held him close. his lips slowly trail down from your lips and he can’t help but start sensually kissing your neck. chuuya relished the soft noises that left your lips.

“want you s’bad,” you murmured to his ear and chuuya swears his heart skipped a beat. were you even aware of the effect you had on him? “i’m right here, doll.” his tone was low and husky as one of his hands sneaked below your shirt, lifting it up as he traced your waist. he didn’t miss the subtle tremble of your body when his bare hand came in touch with your abdomen. god your skin was so soft and your flushed face was the most adorable sight. he grinned before going for your lips again and then—

chuuya can feel his face heat up as he realised what he was thinking. he buried his face into the pillow once again because that was just a little too intimate. and goddamn it, he feels like a schoolgirl who just talked to her crush for the first time.

why the fuck is this happening to him?

he hasn’t seen you in a while since both of you were busy with your missions lately. you did text him though, and even if he always didn’t have the time to respond, you liked talking to him about your day as well as your frustrations at times. chuuya didn’t mind and when he had a chance would type you back. with a lot of things going on, you and him were still in touch. so are his dreams supposed to be some kind of sign to see you again?

if only you knew how much you have driven him insane. he needs to do something, anything to get these dreams out of his head. a night with actually good rest does sound nice right now. however he won’t get that, not tonight at least. suddenly chuuya gets an idea. a stupid idea perhaps, but he believes he will only continue to suffer if he won’t do anything about it. he grabs his phone from the bedside table and opens the messages app.

Me 4:03 am

you up?

chuuya sighs, there is no going back now. he hopes you’re asleep but a small part of him wishes you would respond because he has no idea what to do at this point. five minutes later, he hears his phone vibrate.

Y/n 4:08 am

mhm, something wrong?

his eyes slightly widen in surprise. so you were awake. for a moment he thinks what to text back.

Me 4:09 am

not really, just can’t sleep

Y/n 4:09 am

what a coincidence haha

now that i think about it i still haven’t seen your motorcycle that you promised to show me one day

maybe wanna meet up? ^ ^

chuuya’s mind pauses because this might be exactly what he needs — to see you again. without thinking too much he starts typing.

Me 4:10 am

sure

i’ll come and pick you up

Y/n 4:11 am

YAYY 

i’ll see you then!! 

he can’t help but smile a little. a genuine smile that he hasn’t had in a while. he quickly changed his clothes, locked his apartment and began making his way to the garage. 

he might never admit it but even with you in his dreams, he still missed you. the real you.

fun fact: initially, i had put a winky face after the “i’ll come and pick you up” text but then decided against it bc i’m still not sure if he would do that LMAO

[ichokedonmyoreo]

Leash (Kuvira x reader)

Heyy this my first time posting a fic over here but I've found such a big community that I wanted to join in. This is a very quite interesting thing about Kuvira... God she's just SO hot.

K I'll probably write smthn about Abby but I take y time writing I'm so sorry 😭😭 (I haven't quite gotten a good glance at this one so if you spot any mistakes pls let me know) lyy hope you like it!

Mdni (+18)

Your upper limbs are being held tight above your head. Bone freezing metal is restraining your wrists against the wall, stretching your arms and back entirely. Your bare back erect on the marble wall, with your legs intertwined, one on the floor, the other above it, close to your chest while sitting on the ground.

She was merciful enough to just cuff your ankles and not restraint them entirely.

Your sight is being blinded by a soft fabric. The sound of firm boots approaching you made your heart beat faster, your skin arouse and your nipples respond at your exposure, completely naked for the general.

You could hear a second set of footsteps crashing against the wooden ground accompanied by a masculine voice, hidden only by a black folding screen. 'Pretty decoration for my office, just like you,' she used to say.

You couldn't help but hear the business talk. Kuvira not lowering her guard answering word by word what you had adviced her to, tho for a very different purpose than what she had told you. Her coldness sometimes amazed you; how could someone care so much yet be cruel with the consequences if proven against her.

You were feeling bored, even wanting to be amused. Being tied up like this for twenty minutes made someone want to entertain themselves. So, knowing damn well you'd be punished either way, you decide to rub yourself against your heel. Glorious feeling as your demanding core got it's friction.

You knew how much she loved to see you like this; for you to picture her while pleasuring yourself. How she loved seeing you struggle yet sending the discomfort away just for that friction, pathetically squirming.

The room was quiet enough for your panting breath to echo across the office. If the other person closing business with Kuvira hadn't heard before, he definitely heard the gasp that escaped your lips as you had hit the exact spot you were looking for. It's not like you had made it loudly... You just made it, non-intentionally loud enough for the echo of it to be noticed. You stopped abruptly, returning to your original position causing the chains to crash lightly.

Oh, you were fucked.

After a brief moment where you could hear fabric rub against itself. More specifically, a suit; you could hear an aggressive thud, probably a documentation stack to bring back the attention to her.

After useless chatting from the negotiator, the deal went off leaving Kuvira quite successful. As soon as the doors closed, you could hear her bend the metal off her uniform.

"You can't help but be a nosy pet, can you?"

"I'm glad it worked out," you chuckle barely able to do so because of how stretched your back was being held.

However, the laugh doesn't seem to rub on the general. One could say you could even hear her scoff at the words.

"Oh it seems like we heard two different conversations. Your little act almost cost us our place at Ba Sing Se. No. It could've cost me my title. My empire." Her footsteps approach near you and your heart beat faster. It was true; you had messed up.

Even if she enjoyed it, the fact that the guy had spot the existence of something odd happening in the room, even if he said nothing about it, even when he didn't have seen you, it was a fuck up.

"Do you understand how fucking stupid it was?" Her tone rose, a hint of anger on her tone.

"I do. I'm sorry, general."

"Good. Because you sure are going to wish you hadn't soon enough."

She takes the blindfold off your eyes, covering your face from direct light as they got adapted to the lighting. Once your gaze met hers, you could see her usual expression, an angry, a dominant gaze.

You heart was about to burst, nervous as you thought of what she could possibly do to you. Neither of you moved for five seconds.

When she decided to return to her proud stance, you relaxed. It only lasted a second before the metal holding your wrists pulled you up making you stand completely on your feet. A loud groan of pain filled the room as your sore muscles had been stretched even further.

"Oh, no. Whimpering won't get you out of this. No. -she took your face with her right hand, holding it tight for you to look at her- You should've thought about that before fucking yourself infront of strangers like the slut you are." The words were spat on your face, her nose touching your bridge while doing so, throwing your head back as she finished talking.

"You're too sore? -She tucked a hair string falling on your face behind your ear, tenderly- does it hurt being like this?" You nodded.

She gave a step back and looked at you almost with sympathy.

"Well... Maybe this will help"

Without moving any limb, you immediately felt how the metal around your wrists pulled you to the ground completely vowing on your knees before her.

"Mm... good girl. This is better isn't it?" She squatted, taking your chin to look at her.

"You understand now? Where you belong?" She said with a sadistic tone while moving your lose head for it to nod.

"Good pet" your face fell as she abandoned the grip, standing straight once more.

"Say you're sorry." You looked up at her gaze: imponent, tall, terrifying.

"I'm sorry, general" A pout matches your expression.

"Oh, for fuck's sake! -She pulled your hair- That's an apology? Think. -She lets go of her grip and sends you to the ground once more- Now say it like you mean it." She waited with a grin and crossed arms as she stopped bending the plates on your wrists.

"General, I am truly ashamed. I acted wrong. I should've never been as naughty as I was. I didn't respect your authority and I misbehaved. Please forgive me, daddy, please." You beg on your knees at the verge of tears holding your hands together as a prayer.

With a wicked smile, she takes your chin. "That wasn't hard, was it?" she says while petting your nose.

Your eyes, still watery, greet hers, dark with lust. 

"You do understand I must punish you. How am I supposed to know you won't do it again if you get out of here unharmed?"

You nod accepting the verdict hoping it'll help you soften your way out. You sit on your knees and watch as she sits down on her desk turning towards you.

"Come here. We don't have all day," the tone on her voice darkens, eagered for the punishment.

"Lie on my lap, ass free. If I catch you trying to get off of me, the punishment will become much much worse. Got it?" She explains as you place yourself ready for spanks.

Once settled, she begins to caress every inch of skin on your spine, softly, waking your skin at its pace. She then moved to your ass cheeks, toying with them as well, wrapping them gently to let them fall.

"Look at this precious little ass of yours. So tender, so pale... I think it's missing some color, don't you think?" She takes your hair, gently holding it so it won't disturb your sight. She savours every word anticipating the pleasure it'll grant her.

Even so, you cannot see what she's doing. You can only hear her metal bend. Her stillness makes you anxious. You know something's going to happen. You don't know when, how, nor with what object, size or shape.

As your head wonders, a flat, thin metal paddle slaps against your ass making you bounce on Kuvira's lap and a groan to abandon your lips.

The second it does, the general sends a metal plate to cover your mouth, hardly crashing on your face.

"No, no. Your lesson is to remain quiet. Good girls do not whimper, groan, moan or gasp when daddy's speaking. Understood?" Another hard spank hits you. A muffled groan echoing in the room.

"Look at these beautiful cheeks. Already red at their second spank. - She hits you again, this time harder causing you to grunt with tears already leaving your eyes. - They're about to bleed -She kisses your lower back- All you got to say for these to stop, is to make no sound.

She gently massages your cheeks, giving them air to recover. You had just started to feel better when another spank hit you. You tried so hard to hold back a whimper but you were already sobbing by this point.

"Sh, sh, I'm sorry, baby, but this is the only way. -She sets the paddle on your ass cheeks, this time for the coldness of it to help with the pain- I know you can do it, okay, baby? You can do this," She kisses your head as the last spank hited you. It twisted your heart and burnt your skin. Your muscles tense as the pain ran through your body; pleasure soon replacing the burn. You take deep heavy breaths and manage to keep quiet with a burning chest.

Kuvira gently helps you get off the position and sits you on her lap allowing a tight embrace. "That's it. You did such a good job. You're such a good girl. Such a good girl," she tucked your hair away and gently kissed your tears away before kissing your lips softly, an apologize speaking throughout them. The right embrace helping you settle down with a warm touch.

"Good, good, girl -She kissed you deeply this time.- You deserve a prize for being such an obedient little toy, don't you?" Her kisses begin to trail down your neck, your skin ached in pleasure as she did.

"I'll start by letting you be as loud as you need to, how does that sound baby?" She purposefully licks before sucking on your neck causing you to moan and her to devilishly smirk.

"I love to hear you, don't you forget that." She kisses this time hungrily, with passion. She licks your lips for entrance, becoming even more lustful as she breaks it, biting your lower lip.

"What do you want your price to be? Hm?" She asks caressing your cheek.

You come close to her kissing your way to her jaw, lowering and licking your way to her cleavage. Beautiful grunts abandoning her breath. Your head moves upwards to whisper, brushing your lips against her earlobe while doing so, making sure you showed how bad wanted it.

"I want you to fuck me good, daddy."

That phrase was enough to change the mood again. Your heart beats faster as the general takes off her uniform, still on her lap with your legs around her waist.

She begins undoing the neck, then following the buttons. You knew she liked to pull a show, looking straight into your eyes as she was getting ready for what would follow. You let go of the embrace, looking pleased at the performance as you grind against her thigh. Slowly. Following the pace of her fingers exposing her chest and abdomen for you.

She leaned her arms backwards, the fabric slipping from her shoulders to the wooden desk.

She looks at you, inviting with her gaze to get closer. You balance your weight forward once more, your foreheads leaning against each other, feeling your breaths crash in warmth. Her hand traveled from your bare lower back to right between your shoulder blades.

"You'll have to get off me to get this done, love" she says with a soft chuckle as her thumb caresses your skin.

You chuckled in response, taking your legs to work again, standing right infront of Kuvira.

The sight merely astonishing in the scarce light.

With a smirk, you took her knees setting them apart opening up a gap for you to slide in. Once your hips are right infront of hers, you take her legs around your hip and approach her, sliding your hand from her jawline till you cupped her head, reaching for a heated kiss.

Your free hand trailed from her waist to her covered breasts, teasing, waking the skin underneath your touch. Sighs and whimpers slipping from your lips. Her touch woke even more hunger in you as she grabbed your ass cheeks, pressing your hips together.

The tease became too overwhelming to bare, making you unclasp her bra, setting it aside. As soon as the fabric hit the laminated floor, your hands were already taking her breasts, holding them, feeling them fill every inch of your palms; how her nipples hardened at the contact making you so much more needed to please her. Your thumb begins to brush the bud as your lips keep smoothing around hers with saliva strings already filling your chin with drool; cleaned and messed out again and again by Kuvira's mouth.

Almost simultaneously, her lips trailed down your neck, right below your jawline, right where she knew you loved her at. Only able to whimper and melt at her touch as your breasts and hips grinded together, sometimes bumping with your working hands. Your neck completely forgotten as you slowly let your head hang loosely backwards granting more working areas to the general's mouth.

As heavy sighs filled the room, you can feel Kuvira's nose sliding on your neck following your pulse line before nibbling your neck, sucking carelessly, claiming what is hers.

"Ah~ God, Vira..."

Your core wet and lips anxious as you allow her more play time before slowly pulling away with an apologetic yet teasing smirk as you dropped to your knees, sliding your fingers on her trousers waistband. Once fully kneeled, you undid her belt. Kuvira knew how much you enjoyed the excitement, the noise, the implication of doing so yourself as it unbuckled. The general herself, bending it away as soon as your fingers let go of the buckle with an impassive gaze; one so many have feared yet one that made your heart skip a bit and your legs waver.

She unzipped them herself, your hands already on place to pull them down, taking her underwear as well, a bit desperate yourself as you made sure they came completely off before beginning to worship her legs, caressing her calves before placing them over your shoulders. Wet kisses decorating your way to her center as your hands slide to her hips.

Taking your time, sucking on the denser skin as you got closer and closer. Once you were so close, your breath send shivers to the general as she stroked your head, sliding her fingers combing your hair while doing so. 

With a smirk, you began to kiss the hot skin around the pubic area, teasing for as long as you could, giving up under a minute as your lips kissed over hers to make your way to her core. Regardless, you look up, asking for permission before starting.

The moment her gaze matched yours, with a broad lick, you savour her slit coating your tongue with her slick as you do so.

You feast on her, drunk on the feeling as your tongue ravishes on her as much as it can, enjoying pacing around, sliding and teasing her entrance accompanied by beautiful sighs turn into held back moans.

You sat right beside her and leaning your head on her shoulder. In two seconds, her hand was holding you in place, tenderly as her breathing went back to normal.

"It was great," she said with an airy breath.

You stay like that for a while, holding each other. Not quite saying something but feeling everything. She carefully took her hand from your head and you sat straight as she stood up.

"You were such a good girl" she comes closer raising your chin.

"But I think we need to reinforce what we learned today," she walks toward the drawers, pulling out a dildo-less strap-on. She put it on as a daily ritual, easy, instinctively.

"On your knees."

Immediately, your knees hit the ground. The only thing you cared about was her.

"So pretty for me." She fixed your hair, caressing your cheek while doing so.

Quietly, the dildo was assembled from metal, standing attached to her, ready for you. As soon as you see it, you know what to do.

You tease the tip kissing it softly, sucking a bit while your eyes are set right in hers. You put on a show. Your tongue sliding and letting it flop out of your muscle.

"That's right, suck on daddy's cock."

You began to take it with your whole mouth, just the half, hitting your gag reflex. Brows knit together, you look at Kuvira.

"Shh shh. No noise." She caresses your cheek, encouraging for you to take the dildo deeper. Slowly, making sure you could breathe, you take it all the way in until your lips meet her skin.

Her hands switch position, holding you in place by pushing your head closer. You made your best to keep your throat open.

"You can't quite speak with daddy's cock on your mouth can you?"

You shake your head.

"You'll teach me how you can use that pretty mouth of yours for something helpful." She pushes the dildo even deeper in your throat before pushing your head away.

A deep scream for air filled your system with oxygen again. Drooling all the way to your belly. You look up searching for the general's look. You feel dirty. You feel ashamed. You feel treasured, you feel seen.

She gives you a smirk and you bite your lip, resuming your position, begining to suck not as deep but rather quicker. Hollow sounds filling the room with ocasional gags here and there.

"Such a beautiful slut for me." She pushes you deeper on the dildo causing you to loudly gag.

A final deep-throat suck, licking the last bit with drool falling to the ground. She takes your face on a tight grip with her right hand causing all of it to slide down your neck and chest, coating you on a shinny glace.

"Look at you. My pathetic little whore," She chuckles tracing your lips with her thumb. You immediately suck on it and she laughs.

A pure sadistic laugh. You loved watching her on your knees. So beautiful standing in glory.

"Whatever I'll do to you..." she looks directly at your eyes before letting go of you. "Turn around."

With you back facing Kuvira, you could just listen to her kneeling. Her hand ran its way from your lower back all the way to your shoulder. She leaned closer, her breath warm on your nape waking your skin as she kissed all the way to you shoulder and right under your jaw.

"I want you so fucking bad." Her arms wrapped around you nearly suffocating you before completely abandoning you by throwing your weight to the ground. Fast enough, you placed your hands before you.

"You want me to fill you up, baby?" She slapped your cheeks making them ache and your cunt to clench.

"Please, daddy," you pressed your chest to the ground and turned your head sideways, raising your ass even more for her to fuck.

Kuvira teased your entrance with the tip, still wet with your spit. Her hands squeezed your cheeks before running their way on your back.

"Arms up."

You raised your arms so the general could hold them in place. The discomfort was mild but, oh did you enjoyed it.

"Such a good girl..." Her free hand guided the dildo to your entrance, easily slipping in. Slowly but steady, Kuvira pressed each time deeper and deeper until you had taken it all in. Between gasps, your walls adjusted to the toy.

Kuvira smirked as she felt you had loosen up, moving her hand right on your hips. Her thumbs perfectly placed on your venus dimples, "perfectly made for me to fuck you."

[tempvstas]

Hey, I wish to request the (platonic) dorms leader with GN!reader who as random burst of energy? I have adhd and when I'm on sugar or caffeine I have like a 15 minutes where I raise hell, sing horrible songs, say jokes that could probably make me go to prison, I would just run around, just doing chaotic things until 15min later I would sleep like a dead. I always bring my younger siblings with me on "adventure" wich is just me playing in mud even tho they didn't ask for anything but peace. Thanks a lot!

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Character(s): GN!Reader(no pronouns mentioned), Riddle Rosehearts, Leona Kingscholar, Azul Ashengrotto, Kalim Al-Asim, Vil Schoenheit, Idia Shroud, Malleus Draconia

Authors Notes: omg you're like me frfr, the ADHD zoomies are so real HAHAHAHAHHA

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Riddle Rosehearts

Your energy is a lot for him to handle and he can feel a headache coming on

You remind him a lot of Ace with your random bouts of energy and such

Keeps all sweets out of reach of you, he doesn't want to cause you to go on another sugar rush only to crash soon after

He's your impulse control lol

Leona Kingscholar

You're like a feral cat lol, he'll pick you up by the back of your shirt and hold you like that until you chill out.

You remind him of Cheka, annoyingly endearing.

If you rouse him from his nap, he'll glare at you from a distance away, his ears twitching from all the noise.

Please do not the cat :]

Azul Ashengrotto

As if one Floyd wasn't enough now he has two to deal with.

Please spare him, there's only so much he can handle at a given time LMAO

His hair is already gray but you're just giving him more lmao

nono please do not touch his stack of very important papers. yes arson is fun. what are you doing NONO DONT PULL OUT A MATCH-

Kalim Al-Asim

omg ADHD buddies, rip Jamil you will be missed

You two are perfect for each other, he'll sing along with you, laugh at your dumb jokes, literally the perfect duo friendship :]]

you are not allowed to sit next to each other, the professors make sure you two are as far away from each other as possible lmaooo

when the two of you zonk out after your adhd zoomies Jamil can find you passed out with your head resting against his shoulder and his cheek pressed against the top of your head.

Vil Schoeheit

will not tolerate your zoomies, this man will try to straighten you out like he did with Epel(does it work tho? we'll never know)

would pick you up by the back of your shirt like Leona, but instead he has Rook hold you under your armpits where you dangle like a cat

he can feel a headache coming along LMAO

has Rook herd you around whenever you come by pomefiore to commit crimes

Idia Shroud

ew a normie...OH NO YOURE EXTROVERTED

has Ortho handle you because he cannot handle your energy. he's secretly happy to see you and Ortho getting along tho

he likes you better after you've crashed and passed out /j

relates to you on things like hyperfixating on things that are interesting to you and if you have any shared interests he will gladly talk to you about it for hours.

Malleus Draconia

he thinks you're amusing, you remind him a lot of Lilia and is happy to see the two of you getting along with your antics.

he doesn't understand what you mean by "YOUR MOTHER" whenever you bicker with Sebek, but he watches in amusement as Sebek gets all riled up.

he sees himself in you when you get excited about what you like, it's the same way he gets when he talks about gargoyles

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beach day | rooster bradshaw

with rooster being back at top gun teaching, it meant unlimited beach days for you and your twin boys. they were the perfect age to hang out at the beach all day as they were 4.

since the hard deck was on the beach, you usually camped out there rather than the condo you were renting, only really going inside when the boys were hungry. penny even started keeping your beach stuff at the bar for the three of you.

you sat in a chair watching nick and thomas make sandcastles to their hearts content. sometimes, on weekends, rooster would be able to sneak in and hang out with the three of you. those days were becoming less frequent as a mission was approaching and rooster was basically living on base.

you definitely missed your husband but knew the mission was crucial. you were honestly surprised that maverick wasn’t here. the boys hadn’t seen him in a few months and they were constantly asking for grandpa mav.

rooster had texted you that he and the other pilots were riding with the air force for the day and doing drills over the ocean. since you were so close to the base, you knew they would be flying over you. the boys loved to point to the planes overhead and pretend that rooster was in it. you knew they’d be extra excited that he actually was in it today.

your phone buzzed, it was a text from rooster:

bradley bradshaw ❤️: ‘heading out soon. love you’

you texted back that you loved him too even tho you know he wouldn’t see it until he was grounded again.

currently, the twins were building a sand castle village. “hey boys!” you said happily, “daddy’s gonna fly by soon.” you grinned.

the boys scrambled to their feet and ran over to sit on your lap to watch the sky.

sure enough, the sound of an airplane was flying over head only moments later. “look for daddy!” you called which made the boys beam in delight.

“i think you found him.” said a very familiar voice coming from behind you. the boys whipped around and thomas screeched with excitement, “daddy!!”

nick nearly tripped while trying to get off your lap and get to rooster. when the twins got off, you stood up and smiled at your husband, “well aren’t you a sight for sore eyes.”

rooster had picked up both twins in his arms and he grinned at you, “wanted to surprise you darlin.”

he leaned in and gave you a kiss while the twins laughed. thomas wrapped his arms around roosters neck.

“howd you get a break?” you asked.

“they flew mav out to take over for today. they needed his expertise for some of the maneuvers.” rooster explained.

“does that mean grandpa mav will be staying with us?” you asked. which as soon as you said grandpa mav the boys cheered out.

“I think so, if they don’t have him sleeping on base like I was. i’m sure he’ll come crash with you guys for a few days when I have to go back.”

“well we can at least do a family barbecue or something,” you smiled, “besides he’ll probably stay with penny knowing mav.”

rooster nodded and leaned in to kiss you again, “i love you honey.”

“i love you more, bradshaw.”

and with that he took off and ran into the ocean with the twins, making your heart happy. the twins screamed and nick called out, “come in the water mommy!”

you shrugged off your coverup and walked to the water with your three boys, there wasn’t a better feeling in the world than being with the three of them.

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who wants a part 2?

[viiper1]

You get stuck in an elevator with these aot characters.

Mentioned :Armin, Jean, Connie.

Armin arlert:

Would click the emergency Butten as soon as he realizes what’s happening.

If you’re scared or show nervousness he’d reassure you that everything is fine and someone will come to help soon.

He’d probably be the first to strike up a conversation, some small talk to pass the time.

After about 20 minutes the two of you were rescued.

Ever since then Armin smiles or weaves at you whenever he sees you on the street or in the store.

Jean Kirstein:

Would be calm and a bit annoyed at first.

Would also strike up a conversation with you but more like a “do you live here? Does this happen often?”

You tell him about a rumor you once heard about the elevator in this building crashing.

He’s not scared untill 20 minutes have passes and the lights suddenly go out.

He’d reassure you that everything is fine even tho you’ve told him you’re not scared or nervous twice already.

You figured that he’s probably a bit nervous.

When you tried to tell him everything will be okay he gets a little defensive and says he’s not scared and that he’s fine

After 40 minutes had passed and still nothing had happened

He keeps talking to you to distract himself from his nervousness.

After 50 minutes you two get rescued and the power in the elevator is restored.

Would probably act like nothing had happened after the incident.

(He hopes that you do the same)

His behavior toward from before the incident and after would be almost identical

Connie springer:

Would not care at first and start talking to you about it.

Almost forgets to click the emergency button.

“Man, how long do you think we’ll be in here until someone notices the elevator even stoped?”

“They’ll know immediately.They have an emergency button you can just click it.” You tell him.

Would accidentally scare you by telling stories he heard about people who died due to being stuck in elevators.

When you get scared he feels a bit guilty and tries to make up for it.

“Those stories were probably fake don’t worry nothing will happen to us…I hope”

“What was that?”

“Oh nothing”

-

“Don’t worry, only like 30 people die in an elevator per month”

“Per month?!”

“Or was it per year? I can’t remember but hey how likely is it that umong these 30 will be one of us?”

“…or the both of us”

“…”

He scared himself with the stories he told you.

You’re the one reassuring him in the end.

If the two of you are friends and you get nervous or scared he’d start jumping up and down to scare you even more.

Would (again) end up being scared himself if the lights go out of the elevator starts shaking a bit because of him.

If you two end up becoming friends he would tell Everyone who you meet or who he mentions you to the story of how you two met.

Thank you for reading <3

@briefpeachdinosaur

[deceasedream69]

Kidnapped

Summary: right at the tip of his nose, after an argument he leaves you unprotected for a few seconds, and he's going to regret that decision, specially when he's supposed to be the most protective personality.

Warnings: violence, angst to fluff, mentions of blood and gun shots, mentions of SA (NOT FROM JAKE THO)

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- I don't know

- what do you mean you don't know? - I didn't particularly liked being yelled at, but fighting with Jake was way worse. He is supposed to be the toughest personality, so that turns him into the most stubborn. So stubborn it's complicated sometimes with him - we are a couple, you can't just disappear and appear in my life and I'll just accept it like I'm some decoration girlfriend or something.

- then don't

- don't what?

- don't be, I'm a free guy and I don't have time for this bullshit

He got off the cab and started to walk away, I saw him lighting up a cig and adjusting his hat before disappearing into the fog of the cold night.

I just stood there in awe. Mouth partially open and tears forming in my eyes.

Was he breaking up with me?

He couldn't, he wasn't in any decision to drag me away from the other two, but he definitely could kick me out of HIS life, which I totally respected but... It also hurted, after everything I did for him, after all the support I tried to be, into my own limitations.

I just sat there in silence.

Was he going to come back?

He had to, right? It was his cab after all, he could just get another but it sounded impossible. What if he kicks you out after coming back...? No, He's not like that... Do I even know him anymore at this point?

I ran my fingers through my hair and leaned against the board. My forehead touching the cold plastic and the tears just started to drop to the car floor.

I hugged myself as I remembered the scene over and over and over again. Remembering every little detail from his face, his body movements, his words... A knot formed in my chest.

I was there for maybe 5 minutes, but it felt like an hour.

Until the door opened. I was scared to look. Scared of what his next move was going to be. I'm not going to lie, I was scared of anything he was about to do or say, I was convinced it wasn't going to be something good.

- I need you to stay calm, and if you don't obey, I'll put a bullet through your face.

I didn't recognize that voice. I just froze.

Lifting my hands before lifting my head from the board I turned around slowly and looked at the figure now sitting in the driver's seat pointing a gun at me.

- aww - he said pretending a sad face - rough night? It's just starting for you. Hand me the keys.

- I don't have them.

He hit me with the bottom of the gun.

- I'm not playing games, so you better not lie to me or you'll suffer until you get me what I want.

I didn't know what to do, he probably took them and if he didn't I wasn't paying attention to where he left them.

- I really... I don't know! - my hands shaking in front of my face trying to protect me from another punch.

He smiled and ran his hand through his hair, pointing his gun harder at me.

He moved a lot, licking his teeth or lips very so often, looking around and getting his hair back.

That made me even more nervous.

I turned to look at the ignition switch... Of course he left the key there. He didn't like to carry many, it was just the key there.

He noticed where I was looking, so he turned, realized and smile.

- if it ain't my lucky day - he said igniting the car - if you try anything while driving, I still have the gun, and I don't care about crashing this mother fucking car against a tree and getting you killed, do you understand?

I just nodded shakily.

I can't believe my head was just thinking about where was Jake at the moment, just made me feel even more pathetic.

He started to drive. I couldn't tell what time it was, everything was dark but it also didn't feel like it was going to be morning anytime soon.

I just looked through the window. Not even trying anymore, I was just so fucking tired.

Jake and I fought many times for the same thing. He will always disappear and then appear telling me it was for a very important mission, and that Konshu needed him so often because it was a plan they were developing from smaller attacks till they got to the big head of it all.

But he didn't tell me anything, I understand it's not really my business but he didn't even let me know "hey, I'm going to be missing for a few days, see you later", he would just disappear in a day we planned a date at a restaurant, or at the park, or even in the middle of the night when I stayed over at his house. And I would just wake up, not in my house, alone.

The path was bumpy, the vision wasn't very clear with all that fog.

We got to a place where there was only highway and a tree.

- get off the car.

I opened the door, if I tried running anywhere... There was nothing here. I just hope that if I did it in an impulsive moment he won't have good aim.

I pressed my hands against my jeans, trying to dry the sweat.

- pull your pants down and lean against the front of the car.

I just stared at him. He was going to...

He grabbed my face, which hurted a lot because of the punch I received earlier. I just let out a scream and tried to take a step back but he grabbed me harder and pushed me against the car.

He put his weight over me.

- now, princess, you're going to do as I say, or have very clear I don't mind at all putting a bullet through your head before getting what I want, and then driving off to just leave your body out here for the animals to eat off it.

He laughed and got my hands behind my back.

- now, you're to pretty to be killed so soon - he placed his gun in the back of his jeans and flipped me over - I won't let that pretty face be ruined, so please just - he grabbed me from my throat - cooperate.

I kicked him but it didn't seem to do anything more than upset him.

- that's enough! - he punched me twice. I fell to the ground and turned myself to look up.

- see, you're doing this hard, you'll get punished, those are the rules baby! - he screamed as he clapped and started to walk around, laughing and warming his hands.

He quickly got over me again, undoing my jeans button and putting his hands under my blouse. I tried to push him away but couldn't really achieve anything.

- no, please... - I kept pushing and he kept touching.

- what's the matter, sweetheart? Smile a little more - he laughed and just as he lifted his face, laughing, it exploded. Blood falling all over me.

The body fell on top of me, I tried to slide away from it, sitting up in the process.

I couldn't breath, I couldn't see properly, what is going on? I can't- I don't- I just-

I just wanted-

I felt a touch on my shoulder and jumped.

- shhh, it's okay, cariño, soy yo, Jake. Está bien.

I just turned to look at him scared and shaking, and that fear turned quickly into anger.

- you...! - I couldn't even speak properly, I was missing air.

- it's ok, princess, come here. Respira - he walked towards me, until he took my hands into his hands - respira, respira hondo amor, todo estará bien - he started to breath for me to follow him.

He tried lifting me but I pushed him away. Tears just falling non stopping.

- get away...! I don't... I don't want, I just want...

- shhh, it's okay, look, he kneeled in front of me - it's going to be fine, you know I'm not going to hurt you, you're hurt right now, amor, you need help, I want to help you.

- you already hurt me.

He looked at me, I couldn't stand to look at him.

- there's nothing I can do to justify what I did or say. Lo siento - he took his hat off and made a reverence. Taking my hand - you're my woman and I'm supposed to be your man, and give your the amount of love and respect you deserve, and I treated you like nothing, which made me a fool who didn't deserve your love. I don't expect you to just give it back to me, cause I need to work for it, earn it. So, amada mía - he kissed my hand - please forgive what I've done tonight and give me a second chance to amend everything I owe you.

I smiled weakly. My blinks slow and my breathing a little better, but still, everything hurted.

He got the cue and lifted me bridal style, I just placed my head against his chest and closed my eyes.

- lo siento tanto, mi corazón - he kissed my forehead.

He placed me carefully in the co pilot's seat. He got into the other side of the car. He made sure to drive slow enough so I wouldn't move too much. After around 10 minutes I just fell asleep.

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- buenos días, princesa.

I opened my eyes, adjusting to the light, I smiled.

- buenos días, amor.

- made breakfast, tell me when you're ready to eat, or if you just want to stay here.

- I want...

He caressed my cheek.

- I know you're trying to not fully give in just for me to disappoint you again, but trust me when I say - he planted a kiss on my knuckles- te amo, and I'll try my best to be the better person you want me to be, I wasn't there for you last night, I wasn't a good boyfriend after such a wonderful girlfriend you've been, it can't be easy to fall in love with someone like me, in any aspect, so gracias, for staying for so long and loving me so hard.

- I would prefer to just cuddle, if that's ok

- claro, princesa mía

[wandasbbg]

The Woman Nextdoor - mommy!wanda x fem neighbor!reader

Wanda was new to the neighborhood. After a long and painful divorce from Vision, what she and her boys needed was a fresh start. That start came in the shape of four green walls, a white front door, and a fenced in backyard. What she didn’t know was that her new start would also come in the shape of you. 

warnings: 18+ content, sexual themes and language, age gap, blood.

6.6k words, kinda slow burn, it's worth it tho!

this is my first fic, hope u like it :)

Wanda was new to the neighborhood. After a long and painful divorce from Vision, what she and her boys needed was a fresh start. That start came in the shape of four green walls, a white front door, and a fenced in backyard. What she didn’t know was that her new start would also come in the shape of you. 

Sunday Night, two days after moving in.

“Alright boys, I know you’re probably nervous for tomorrow, starting at a new school and all, but just know that Mommy is so proud of you both for being so brave throughout this whole thing. I know we are all going to be so happy here, and I know you’re going to love your new school. I can already tell that you’re both going to have so many friends by the end of this week. It’s going to be good, okay?”

Billy and Tommy looked at each other, and then at their mother. The brothers knew how stressed their mom was, and they both wanted to be strong for her, especially now that their Dad was gone. Despite their fears, they smiled courageously for their mother and nodded in agreement with her sentiments.

“Okay, good. If either of you need anything tonight you know I’m just down the hall.”

Wanda put the boys to bed, kissed them goodnight, and went downstairs. She walked into her unfurnished and undecorated kitchen in search of some wine. She found some, thankfully, and sat down on their new couch in their new living room, in this new town, with everything new. Her worries about the boys and school tomorrow washed away somewhat after her second class. Wanda knew she should stop herself after two, remembering what more than 3 glasses did to her. 

It had been 6 months since Wanda had been touched by another, despite her separation from Vision only being 2 months ago. For some reason Wanda couldn’t name, she poured herself another glass. The boys were asleep and she desperately needed some relief from the copious amounts of stress clinging to her back and shoulders. The red from her wine began to dance its way into her cheeks, leaving her face very warm. That flushed feeling was growing, and it was quickly traveling down her tired body. Wanda placed her glass down on her new coffee table, and unbuttoned her jeans. Her un-manicured nails slid down into her underwear. She felt herself, her own wetness, and a grunted moan slipped out. She threw her other hand over her mouth…and she kept going. Thinking of nothing but that familiar feeling, one she thought she may have lost, came crashing back to her. It soon sent her tumbling over the edge, as she pumped herself full of her own two fingers, using her thumb to play with her clit, breathing heavily into her hand.

Wanda dumped the last sips of her glass in the sink and went to her new bedroom. She laid in bed, drunk, exhausted, and alone. 

Monday Morning, three days after moving in.

“Remember, if at any point something happens you just go and find Ms. Maddie. She’ll help you, and she can call me in an emergency.”

Wanda waved her boys off as they were carried away on the school bus. As she stood there, and the bus disappeared from sight, something caught her eye on the other side of the street. You replaced the image of the bus, as you stood outside and washed your car. Wanda observed your bikini top and jean shorts, looking like Miss Americana. She stood mesmerized as you bent over to dip your sponge deep in the bucket; she watched you flip your hair as you brought the sponge back up to the hood of the red convertible, in what she assumed was your driveway. All those feelings from last night came flooding back and before she knew what she was doing, she was calling out to you. 

“Hi!”

You kept washing, headphones blaring as you scrubbed your beloved car, oblivious to the woman trying to get your attention. Wanda figured you must have not heard her, so she waved her hand and tried again.

“Hello! I’m Wanda, your new neighbor!”

You saw something moving frantically from the corner of your eye, which scared the shit out of you, you being a jumpy person since you were a kid. You quickly turn toward the motion while letting out a tiny yelp. Wanda had made her way over to you at this point, standing a few feet from you and your car. 

“Sorry! I didn’t mean to startle you.”

You took your headphones out to be greeted with the kindest smile you’d ever seen. Quickly collecting your thoughts, you threw your sponge in the bucket at your feet and look back at this new woman. 

“Don’t worry about it, I startle easily. Uhm…My name is y/n. What did you say your name was again?” You asked, wanting to know more about this new, insanely beautiful character who stood before you.

“Wanda,” she breathed out with a certain softness, “me and my boys moved in a few days ago right across the street.”

This woman was absolutely, breathtakingly, painfully beautiful. Her auburn hair was tied up in a loose bun behind her head—effortless and stunning. Her shirt highlighted her breasts so nicely, you had to look, just for a second. She wore jeans that hugged her in all the right places, and low-top sneakers like someone your age would wear. She was gorgeous, and she was talking to you, which meant you needed to pull it together and talk back. 

“Oh! So that’s why I don’t recognize you. I definitely would remember someone like you.”

Wanda smirked at your confidence. She admired you already, and couldn’t help but think how beautiful you were. She also couldn’t help but think of all the things she wanted to do to/with you.

“Thank you y/n, you’re very sweet.”

You blushed at the subtle praise, already realizing what deep shit you were in if this woman lived literally across the street from you. It dawned on you that she could be visible from just the opening of your curtain, and thus, you could be visible to her, too. 

Wanda knew she had a chance here and now, so, with nothing else to lose, she took it.

“Well, we’re still trying to get situated and all moved in. It’s just me and the boys, so, if you have some free time, I’d really appreciate some help with the last of the boxes.”

Without hesitation, and in fear of her changing her mind or something equally as horrible, you answered her inquiry with embarrassing eagerness.

“Of course! I mean, yeah. Yes. Just let me know when and I’l be there. So long as I don’t have work, of course, and before I leave to go back to college, but that’s not for another three weeks, which you wouldn’t know–I’m rambling. Sorry. My answer is yes, Wanda, I’ll help you.”

Wanda reveled in your obvious flustered state from her proposal. She felt good knowing how eager you were to help her—to please her. It sent her reeling. She needed someone in her life like you, even just for a little bit. She craved any kind of love. You were shockingly beautiful and Wanda decided that not only did she need you, but that she just had to have you, no matter what it took. She would make you hers. Lucky for her, after only one interaction you wanted that too. You wanted very much to be hers.

“Perfect. Let me have your phone, sweetheart, so I can put in my number.”

You practically threw your phone at her, your hands still being wet from the sponge. You watched her hands work at the task at hand, typing her digits in, and marveled at her. Her hands, her arms, the way a certain vein popped out as she moved her thumb. You were finding it all incredibly sexy, and all she was doing was using a goddamn phone. You were fucked. She finished and handed your phone back to you, smiling seductively. As both of you held each end of your phone, she looked you up and down, unashamedly. 

“And don’t be afraid to wear this little get up whenever you stop by.”

Before you could answer, Wanda spun on her heels and walked back to her new home, hips swaying the whole way. She swiftly made her way to her own front door. She had gotten

herself quite worked up after the whole interaction and needed to relieve some tension in the privacy of her own home. She left you there, absolutely dumbfounded, just as she had intended. 

Wednesday Morning, five days after moving in.

Wanda woke up soaking wet after yet another dream of you beneath her, screaming out her name. This was becoming a recurring issue, one that Wanda needed to resolve soon. She didn’t have time to help herself out, as the clock told her it was time to wake up the boys for school. Thankfully, they were loving it so far, and Wanda could not have been more relieved. They had even asked to set up a play-date with a new friend they had made. Wanda’s heart filled with pride when she considered the resilience of Billy and Tommy. They were her life. Without them, she’d be nothing. She was so lucky to be their mother. This morning, however, she was wishing she could just have a little more time to herself before beginning her day. But alas, mothering is a full time gig. She got the boys up and ready, driving them to school and dropping them off with a kiss and hug goodbye. When she drove back, she realized that her mind had once again wandered to you. She wondered what you were doing, who you were with, what you were wearing… You were like a drug she swore she would only try once, but of course, became addicted. She hoped you were outside doing something when she got back, or your curtains were open and you were in your room. She wanted to see you, even if you didn’t see her. Luckily, she didn’t need to worry about that. You were outside laying on your lawn with a blanket and a notebook, scribbling in it with focus and beauty.

Wanda parked her car and immediately made her way over to you. Without a word, she sat down next to you. You looked at her, then back to your notebook to keep writing. You were trying to play it cool in front of the woman—nonchalant if you will. After a beat, she spoke. 

“Tell me what you’re writing.”

“And why should I do that?” you teased back. 

“Because I want you to, and you don’t want to make me sad.” She looked at you with some kind of evil puppy dog eyed look, and you were helpless.

“No, I guess I don’t.”

Your notebook contained shitty poetry and prose. Half-thoughts, diary entries, random notes. You had been working on a poem about a woman who looked coincidentally like Wanda, naturally. 

“But” you continued “I can’t. It’s embarrassing.”

“Y/n”, she countered, “I promise it’s not. Please?”

“Why do you want to see so bad anyways?” you questioned, genuinely curious.

“Because I want to know more about you.”

With that, you melted. You would be embarrassed, but maybe she would find it endearing. You considered your options, and realized that you really only had one move here.

“Fine.” 

She reached out to take the notebook from your hands, but you quickly swiped it behind your back.

“On one condition. You tell me something about yourself afterwards.”

Wanda playfully rolled her eyes, but agreed. You handed over the notebook, and she flipped to the most recent page. She read the beginning lines of a poem about a woman, with hair like fire and the magic of a saint. She was shocked. You were writing about her? Really? A smile graced over lips that she could not hide. She knew you’d never admit it was about her, but she also knew that it in fact was, meaning that you found her alluring. Opting to save you the embarrassment, she didn’t let you know directly that she knew, even though she was sure you assumed.

“This is beautiful, y/n, you have a real gift. This woman you're describing sounds beautiful.”

“She is.” You said quietly, looking down at the notebook she placed back in your lap.

“Okay then, I guess it’s my turn.”

You smiled up at her, forgetting your embarrassment with this opportunity to know more about your new neighbor.

“Anything specific you want to know?” she asked you.

“Nope. Tell me anything you want.”

Wanda loved your response. She loved that you were willing to take anything she gave you, clearly just happy to hear anything about her at all.

“Alright, dear. Let me think.”

Wanda looked at the sky, waiting for something interesting to dawn at her. You watched her red hair fall gently across her shoulders as her head tilted up. You saw her eyelashes flicker slightly as a bird flew above the two of you. You wished you could reach out and touch her—feel her warmth.

“When I was your age, I fell in love with a woman.”

Your jaw hit the floor with a loud thud. You had not expected her to say anything like that, yet, you were so unbelievably happy that she did. 

“You’re going to catch flies, y/n” Wanda giggled through her words, amused at your surprise. 

You closed your mouth quickly and cleared your throat. 

“I like girls too, you know. Well, now you know. So what happened? To her, I mean.”

“I met my ex-husband. My whole life I was told I needed a husband, that I would die without one. So, Vision came around and offered me a stability that she couldn’t. I loved her more, so much more, but I chose him. I got my boys from it, so I’ll never regret the decision. I just wish things could have been different. No, I wish I had been different.”

“Wow, Wanda. I don’t know what to say. I’m so sorry you went through that.”

Wanda could see your genuine concern for her in the furrow of your brow, and the twisting of your ring. It warmed her. She hadn’t felt that kind of care in a long time, it was refreshing. It also made her want you that much more. 

“Thank you, honey. But don’t worry, that was a very long time ago. I’m a different person now.”

“Still, you must have missed her sometimes. Or atleast the touch of a woman. I know I would have.’

Your eyes widened at your own boldness. Why did you just say that? You barely know this woman. Before you could offer an apology, you realized she was laughing. You smiled.

“Yes, I suppose I did. I do.” Wanda smiled at you, and continued. “Especially lately now that it’s just me. I do miss the touch of a woman.” Wanda made fierce eye contact with you as she said this, taking a brief moment to look at your lips. She saw your cheeks get redder and redder, blushing at her innuendo. She smiled with you, enjoying the youthful, playful side you brought out of her. Both of you stared at each other. You suddenly noticed her leg touching yours, your pinkies brushing against one another. You looked back up at her, already looking at you. She was smiling, so damn beautifully. You instinctively leaned in. You couldn’t help yourself. She followed your actions, putting her hand over yours. Then…your phone rang. 

You scrambled to pick it up and answer. As you spoke to your friend, calling over a stupid reason, Wanda took your notebook, ripped out a page, and scribbled a note with your pen. While you spoke and gesticulated with some annoyance, Wanda leaned to you and left a light kiss on your cheek. Your words stopped coming out, even though your mouth still moved. You watched Wanda wink at you, then get up and walk back over to her house, without looking

back. You told your friend you had to go. The note Wanda left flapped in the wind. Your heart leapt at the sight, and you quickly read it.

Thank you y/n. You made my day. I’ll see you soon.

Yours, 

Wanda 

Wanda watched you read her note through her window. She saw you clutch it your chest, and fall on your back, still holding it tightly. She giggled like a goddamn teenager. She really liked you, and she really wanted you. She wanted you to be hers. 

Friday Afternoon, one week after moving in.

With two weeks left before you packed up your stuff and headed back to school, you were busy as a bee. This didn’t stop you, as you hoped it would, from thinking of Wanda. You’d developed a habit of checking your phone every five minutes, hoping she would text you and take you up on your offer to help out. You saw the piles of boxes in her garage, just yesterday, still unmoved. You figured it was only a matter of time. You refrained from making too many plans this week, in case she would call or text and you were all unavailable. You’d never forgive yourself. Thus, you stuck to your front porch, or your front lawn, which clearly had worked out for you. 

You continued to do pre-class readings, sort out plane tickets, last minute roommate communications, etc.. Though it was your second year, you were still nervous to go back. Though, not even your back to school nerves kept your gaze focused on your task at hand. You were currently back out on your porch, watching the sun begin to set, as Wanda’s car rounded the corner and pulled into her driveway. The boys flew out of the car and into their backyard, immediately beginning to play with a soccer ball. They were happy to be done with their first week of school, no doubt. Wanda gracefully stepped out of her car and gathered her things. She glanced over toward your house, expecting to find you on the porch. When she was met with your gaze, obviously staring at her before she had looked at you, she beamed. She had been watching you through her window, without your knowledge, and the sight of you overjoyed her. 

Some might find that behavior strange, but she loved it. At night, she’d open her curtains to find yours already opened. She enjoyed watching you as you danced around your room, talked to your friends (she tried to push her jealousy aside during those nights), cleaning up, or, her favorite, when you would touch yourself. She couldn’t wait to replace your hand with your own. There was also a part of Wanda that was still afraid of rejection. Vision had treated her like she was nothing—like she was completely useless. Those words stubbornly remained in her mind, but your beauty compelled her. She shut her car door and waved to you.

“Hey y/n! Mind helping me out with those boxes tonight? I want to have the weekend to relax.”

You couldn’t hide your smile if your life depended on it. You had been waiting for what felt like forever, (two days) and, though unlikely that Wanda would feel about you the way you felt about her, you had to try something tonight. If it didn't work out, you reasoned, you’d be gone soon enough and could forget about the whole thing. 

“Yeah! Right now? Or later?” you asked.

“Now. It’s already 4 and this might take a while.”

You were up and across the street in record time. Your books were left on the porch steps, along with any dignity you had left. 

“Thank you so much y/n, I really appreciate this” she said as she touched your arm with affection and gratitude. Chills spread from her point of contact over your whole body, and all you could do was nod and say “It’s really no problem, Wanda.”

“Good,” she said, “then let's get started.”

What you soon found out was that by “let’s” Wanda meant “you”. At first she started moving some things here and there, but it quickly became you who did all the heavy lifting and Wanda who praised you and asked if you needed anything. You, of course, were happy to comply. 

“Wow, y/n. You’re stronger than I thought. Do you work out?”

You were flattered at the compliment, it sent a certain warmth through you. 

“Uhm, yeah, sometimes. Not too much I guess. I’ve played sports all my life, so it probably comes from there.”

“Hmm” she hummed in acknowledgment “well you sure know how to put those hands to work.”

The box you were holding fell onto the ground with a startle. You were sure she didn’t mean it like that, but you couldn’t help but take it that way. Especially not after so many nights of imagining her saying something oh, so similar. You dropped down to pick up the box, proclaiming apologies for your clumsiness. 

“No, leave it there. I’ve overworked you. The sun has gone down, and there are only a few more things. I can manage the rest tomorrow.”

“But what about your weekend of relaxation?” you asked playfully.

“Your wellbeing is much more important to me, y/n.”

You swallowed at that sentiment, and gave in.

“Well, alright then, if you’re sure.”

“I am. Now come inside with me, I’ll make you some dinner.”

“Oh, no Wanda you don’t have to do that.”

“I want to. And, it’s the least I can do. I really have to insist.”

You were learning that there was really no point in arguing with Wanda, she seemed like a woman who knew what she wanted. However, even the woman’s intimidating demeanor could not rid of your playful nature. 

“It depends. How good a cook are you?”

She fake gawked at your question, prompting a giggle from her. You swore you’d spend the rest of your summer trying to hear the sound of her laugh as much as possible.

“I guess you’ll just have to come inside and have a taste.”

Right away, Wanda regained the upper-hand. You liked the teasing and flirting that seemed to be happening.

“I guess I will then” you offered, running out of sly things to say.

The boys walked into the garage, asking their mother when dinner would be ready.

“Half-hour boys. Oh, and y/n will be joining us.”

“Cool! Y/n do you play soccer?” Tommy eagerly asked you.

“Yeah, actually, I do. Wanna play while your Mom cooks dinner?”

“Can we Mom?” They asked in unison.

“Really? You’re not tired of it yet? You’ve been playing all afternoon! And y/n is tired, I’ve been working her very hard out here.” Wanda looked at you and smiled, as if you and her had some kind of secret communication going. 

“Please mom! We’re not tired!”

Wanda sighed and looked at you. “You’re sure?”

“I’d be happy to.”

Wanda watched you run off with her boys, and she felt something odd. She felt the need to care for you, to protect you. She had only had a few interactions with you, but she had a feeling this whole situation would be more involved than she had planned. You were so sweet, so innocent, so helpful. Wanda was saddened at the thought of you being with anyone else, or you leaving her to go to school. She knew that how these two weeks would go was up to her, if you wanted her like she wanted you. Tonight she was going to find out.

She was lost in her thoughts as she cooked dinner on auto-pilot, making plans for the two of you. She stirred the pot of sauce and imagined you in her bed, trying to be quiet lest to wake up Billy and Tommy. Before she went to call all of you in, she stood behind the sliding glass-door and watched the game the three of you were playing. She imagined a family, a loving home, but quickly pushed that feeling deep down. Even she knew it was too soon for that. She couldn’t handle another loss in that regard, and so she opened the door and called for dinner. 

It was, of course, delicious. The three of you ate like animals, asking for seconds within minutes. Wanda twirled her pasta around her fork, watching you talk with her boys.

“Wanda?”

“Hmm?” she said, snapping back to reality.

“I said this is really good, thank you.”

“Well I’m glad you believe in my cooking now, y/n. You should know that I never disappoint.”

The boys continued talking to one another, but you had gone silent. There was no way Wanda wasn’t flirting with you. You didn’t want to ignore her signs and potentially lose the opportunity to be with this amazing woman, but you also didn’t want to make her uncomfortable. As a woman who likes other women, you were constantly aware of your female relationships and the potential of a female friend taking your affection as flirting, or predatory in some way. This held you back in the love department, but you weren’t stupid. This was flirting, and now that you were more comfortable around Wanda and her boys, you gained back your confidence.

“Well that’s good to know. I’ll have to test you on that some time.”

Wanda smirked. You were definitely reciprocating her advances. The boys finished their dinner and Wanda told them it was time for bed.

“But Mom! We wanna play with y/n! Plus our bedtime isn’t for another 20 minutes!”

“Boys, I’ve had a very long day. Can you please just listen to your Mommy?”

Wanda noticed your breath hitch at her use of the word. She smiled as she felt her own panties growing wetter. 

Remembering their promise to each other to not make their mom more stressed, the boys sighed in defeat and headed upstairs, their mom following.

You stood there awkwardly, waiting for Wanda to return downstairs. You knew you shouldn’t leave, and you didn’t want to either. You wanted her to make a move so bad it hurt. You were confident, and you could flirt, but when it came to actual sex you needed to be led. Lucky for you, Wanda had a similar craving. 

Wanda went to her bedroom and took off her clothes to reveal the lingerie set she had been wearing the whole day. She tied a see through robe-like cover around her, the same color black as her set, beautifully highlighting her scarlett locks. She walked down the stairs to you. She descended, and with each step, watched your eyes darken and your jaw drop more and more. 

“Y/n…” she said, slowly walking over to where you stood in her kitchen, leaning on the counter.

“Yes Wanda” you said more like a statement and less of an answer to her vocation.

“Would you like to join me upstairs?”

“Yes, please.”

You didn’t mean to say please outloud, but you noticed what it did to Wanda. Her pupils grew and her hands found yours. She turned around and led you back upstairs to her bedroom. She opened the door and guided you toward her bed.

“Have you been thinking about me, y/n?”

“Yes” you truthfully answered.

“Yes, what?”

“I don’t…I don’t know” You pushed out in slight confusion.

“Yes you do, baby.” 

All at once it hit you, like a wave of understanding, like some kind of enlightenment.

“...Mommy. Yes, mommy.”

“Now that’s a good girl.” She sat on her knees in front of you on her bed, you sitting with your back against her headboard. She slid her hands beneath your shirt up to your tits and began to lightly massage them. You tipped your head back slightly, pushing your chest deeper into her palm. 

“I’ve been thinking about you too.”

A wave of heat struck you in the face. You looked at her, still finding it hard to believe this was happening at all. 

“You have?”

“Oh, don’t act so innocent, sweetheart. I know you kept your curtains open on purpose. You wanted Mommy to see you playing with that pretty pussy. Isn’t that right, honey?”

“Yes, Mommy. I…I wanted you to see me.”

“I know, baby. Mommy knows how hard it must have been. Was I ignoring my baby girl?”

“Please, Wanda.”

Wanda rolled your nipple harshly, leaving you a gasping mess.

“That’s not my name, sweet girl.”

“I’m sorry. Mommy, please. Please touch me. I need you.”

“Look at you. So eager. You’ll take what Mommy gives you. Yes?”

“Yes.”

“Good. But baby,” she grabbed your face with both hands so you were looking her in the eye, “if at any point you want to stop, say the word “red”. Alright?”

“Okay.”

“Perfect. Now take your clothes off. Mommy wants to see you.”

You began to strip, dropping your clothes on her floor. Before you began to remove your underwear, Wanda stopped you.

“Wait, honey. Let Mommy do that.”

She stretched your legs apart a little, and ran a finger lightly over your covered cunt. She stopped at the wet spot that, to you, was growing embarrassingly big.

“Oh, poor baby” Wanda cooed and tutted. “I know you need Mommy so bad. I know it’s just so hard. Let me take care of my darling.”

Wanda slowly pulled down your panties, leaving them with the rest of your clothes on her floor. She smiled with pride at how desperate you were, how utterly needy. You were putty in her hands.

“But, what about you? I want to see you too.”

“I know baby, I know. Just let Mommy play with you first, okay? You want to be good for Mommy, don’t you?”

“Yes. Yes I’ll be good.”

This was what you had been waiting for all week. The thought of disappointing Wanda brought tears to your eyes. You wanted her to take over you—to fill your senses so intensely that you could only see, hear, smell, taste, touch, all that was Wanda. You laid there obediently, waiting for Wanda to initiate whatever plans she had for you. To consider those plans in your head made you impossibly wet, just like any other thought you had of Wanda. Your stream of consciousness was interrupted by a light touch to your inner thigh. You looked down at Wanda who was looking at you, watching, and waiting for your reaction.

Wanda traced her finger up to your abdomen, marveling at your muscles tensing under her touch. She continued with both hands up to your chest, over your breasts, and up to your cheeks. Wanda hadn’t kissed you yet. She was waiting for this moment. The moment you were totally willing to submit to her, and then to finally lay her claim on you. You looked into her eyes then down to her lips, then back up at her eyes. She knew you wanted her to kiss you, and she knew you would wait for her to breach the gap. Watching your lip quiver in anticipation sent Wanda over the edge, finally, as she leaned in and connected her lips to yours. A tear fell from each eye down your cheeks, from pure joy. Her pillowy lips landed softly, lovingly on yours. Your hands went up to her cheeks, but hesitated before touching her. She smiled into your kiss and took your hands in her own, placing them on her own face. It confused you, but you didn’t think too much about it as your lips began to dance together. Wanda picked up the pace with a certain hunger, her tongue swiping your bottom lip asking for entrance. Immediately you opened for her, and moaned in neediness. You were still completely naked under her laced body, your pussy throbbing with anticipation and need. Wanda continued to kiss you passionately as you whined beneath her. You needed her. Wanda stopped suddenly. She sat back on her knees and held her hands toward you. You grabbed them and sat up looking at her. She pushed your hair behind your shoulders, gently, taking her time.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, y/n. Do you know that?”

“Thank you.” You didn’t know what to say, so you just turned your head into your shoulder. 

She grabbed your chin so you were looking back at her. She kissed you again while pushing you back onto the bed. 

“Mommy’s going to taste you now, and I’m going to make you cum over, and over, and over again, until I decide that you’ve had enough. Do you know why, y/n?”

“Why?” You ghosted, no more than a whisper.

“Because I own this pussy. No one touches it but me, and I am going to ruin it for anyone else.”

You moaned. Loudly. You were almost sobbing at this point. You were so deep in your own head that you were barely registering her words. All you could think about were her hands on your thighs, and her words whizzing around you. 

Wanda heard your moan and watched in awe. She loved that sound. She needed to hear it again, right away. Wanda slipped a finger into you, watching you bury your face in the pillow. She didn’t move it at first, she only watched you squirm around her hand, trying to gain some friction.

“Patience, detka.” Wanda laughed in a low and evil tone. She began to go in and out, tortuously slow, watching you get worked up as she moved. She knew that after all this time you would be close from just these few movements. She added another finger, and began to pick up the pace, just enough to get your hopes up, before she slowed back down again. It was torture. It was marvelous. You could feel your stomach tightening, and you struggled to  believe it. She had done so little, yet, you could feel a need to release building up inside of you.

“Are you close already, baby?”

You hmphed in agreement, not able to open your eyes or mouth.

“Good.” And she stopped. She took out her fingers entirely, and saw the tears begin to pour. 

“Please, no, Mommy. Please—I need you inside of me. I need you to touch me. I can’t wait anymore.”

Hearing you beg like that turned something on in Wanda, something primal. While she was getting soaked herself teasing you out, leaving you a begging mess, she needed more.

“Careful what you wish for” is all she said before sliding two fingers back in and pounding with a merciless pace. Her lips connected to your clit while she pumped you full of her fingers. She licked and sucked, adding a third finger when she heard you yelling, “Oh God! Yes! Yes! You feel so good Mommy, you feel so fucking good.”

You whined as Wanda reached her other hand up to play with your tit. She rolled your nipple between her fingers and squeezed as she continued to pump hard and fast. 

“I’m gonna—I’m—Wan—Mommy please—please can I cum? Please!”

Wanda took her mouth of you to grant you permission, and good thing because you were already releasing into her mouth the second her lips reattached to your center. You had never cum so hard in your life. Now all you wanted to do was curl up in Wanda's arms and fall asleep. But she wasn’t done. You were incredibly sensitive, but her pace didn’t give. She went harder, almost violently, as she slammed into you. She came up to you and kissed you, stifling your moans. She continued to pump in and out with three fingers, as she moved down to your chest. She bit your collarbone fiercely, waiting for you to whine, to then smooth her tongue over it and ease the pain. You could feel a tiny bit of blood dripping down your tits, and you watched Wanda continue to leave hickeys and love bites, absolutely making sure that everyone knew you were hers. She sucked your nipples and smiled into them, feeling your hand in her hair. She might have cared another time, but not now. She felt your walls closing around her fingers, and could feel your rhythm spasming out of control.

“Go ahead and cum, my love. Cum all over Mommy’s hand.”

You moaned so loud your throat burned and your eyes watered, but you couldn’t help it. Your nails dug into her shoulders, leaving little half moons along her beautiful skin, which you might have cared more about if you weren’t feeling the deepest pleasure of your lifetime thus far. You back arched up and your body twitched violently, before slowly coming down and riding out your second orgasm on her fingers. Your hand reached down to push her fingers out of you, as black mascara tears continued to escape due to your overstimulation. 

“All done baby, don’t worry. You were so good for Mommy. I’m so proud of you.”

Wanda removed herself from you and headed for the bathroom, still in her lingerie. She came back with a damp washcloth, which found your thighs and stomach, and then your cheeks. Before she wiped your face, she took in the glorious sight of you.

“You look so beautiful right now. A tear-stained mess, all for me. You took Mommy’s fingers so well, honey.”

Rather unexpectedly, you sat up, and just hugged her. You cried into her shoulder, as she rubbed your back up and down, shushing you gently.

“What is it sweetheart?”

“I don’t know. I’m not upset, I promise. I don’t know” you said in a raspy whisper, your throat very sore.

“I’m right here, it’s okay.”

You nodded, feeling such a deep and loving warmth as she held you. You realized you could stay in her arms forever. So, when Wanda asked you if you wanted to spend the night, it was an immediate and grateful yes.  Wanda gave you some of her pajamas, and you wanted to cry again, just from how happy you were. She made you tea, for your throat, which she felt slightly bad about. She was just happy that the walls were thick, and the boys were heavy sleepers. After you had talked a little in her kitchen, Wanda could tell you were extremely tired. She led you by hand up the stairs into her room and shut the door. You got into bed and, as soon as your head hit the pillow, you were asleep. Wanda wrapped her arms around your waist and faced you, watching you breathe in, and out, for what could have been hours. She would have been happy to watch you all night, keeping you safe and warm in her bed with her. She traced a finger around your face, down your nose, over your lips. She kissed your eyelids and your cheeks, finally laying down and letting her own eyelids fall. She could think about you leaving and her own hesitations tomorrow. Tonight, all that mattered was that you were hers, and she had all of you. She realized, as she drifted off, that she could never let you go. What she hoped, and what was true, of course, was that you had already become just as attached, making these next two weeks extremely turbulent yet magical.

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That's it! Thanks for reading :) I can continue this if anyone is interested, just reply or comment or whatever if so. I can definitely see this going multi-chapter, y/n's last weeks before leaving, Wanda and y/n dealing with that, etc...

[a-small-writer-in-a-big-world]

hey hey how are you… little idea that i’ve had,,

my mind is plagued with a feral reader fighting for their life when they’re position gets compromised with ghost, like teeth bared animal style straight up tearing out throats.. i have a disease. this probably isn’t enough info 😭

hope you’re doing well!! :)

I’m alright tired as shit but what can you do.

I think about this a lot too tho, there's something so primal about it.

You were trained to handle any situation that arose on or off the field. It was your job to be prepared for whatever happened

You knew how hand to hand combat, you knew how to make weapons out of things that normally weren’t weapons and you could even disarm anyone if you needed to

You were also a very determined fighter. Sometimes you adrenaline would just kick you into overdrive and you wouldn't stop unless someone pull you off or finally crashed

You always had a weapon on you during mission in case of emergencies because you've heard the horror stories from others when they lost their only weapon and you weren't about to have that happen to you

Unfortunately, not everything can go the way you want it to

You were on over watch on the current mission, making sure that the perimeter was free of any enemies when you managed to spot three of them moving towards your position

"About to have company, will most likely get spotted if I move." You whispered into the coms after you cursed.

"Get out of there." Ghost demanded.

"You want me to get shot quicker?"

"Stay hidden, I'll be there soon."

Normally if you knew he was coming to help, you'd feel better but you weren't sure how fast he could get there while the enemies were making their way to you quickly

After that it was a blur

They spotted you and you managed to kill one of them before they knocked the gun and the other weapons out of your reach.

Your adrenaline was running and with no other options, you just started swinging

You used your nails to dig into their skin, drawing blood wherever you could while fighting them off, determined to stay alive

You were working on pure instinct and you looked like a wild animal as you fought them

You managed to knock one down away from you, but the other grabbed you from behind and tried to choke you out

You did the only thing you could do and bit him on the arm so hard you tasted blood

You knocked him off, scratching and beating him up they both were shot down

Ghost stood there with his gun aimed until he realize it was you

He took you in as you watched you slowly come down from your adrenaline and watched you spit out the blood from the man

"Alright?"

"Yeah...I'm good."

[papil0nglegs]

Fallen angel!Adam x Moth Healer!Reader

Chapter 3: The beautiful light

(Ch.1) (Ch.2) (Ch.3)

Warnings: Swearing, nightmares, cannibalism, and smoking

A/n: Just wanna thank all the peeps that were able to vote on the poll I made a few days ago <33 Had no idea what to do for the story so voting really helped me. Also this one’s kinda L O N G, I just had a lot of ideas for this part. (Also this song just reminded me of this fic listen to it PLS)

Adam’s pov:

Another weird ass dream, ever since I moved in this chicks hip-dip apartment I’ve been getting them. It’s mostly the day of the extermination, I can’t believe I didn’t turn back as soon as they started fighting back. Now I let everyone in heaven down, even Lute.

Whatever, I need to go wiz. I should probably stay quiet otherwise that butterfly bitch might wa-

Third dream pov (idk what to call it):

Before Adam can finish his thoughts, he looks towards the mirror, revealing his angel form but severely injured, and with a large gaping wound in his chest, surrounded by blood. Adam lets out a startled yelp, backing up against the bathroom door, awakening him.

Normal third pov:

Adam wakes up, startled at his new dream. He had still been lying on the couch, but his eyes wider than ever. He sits up, some of the leather couch sticking against his sweaty body, scratching the back of his head. The grey morning sky shined between the window blinds, he wanted to go back to sleep, but who could after a dream like that?

Adam rushes to the bathroom, quickly opening the door and turning on the lights, heading straight to the mirror. He gently touches his left horn, feeling a mix of relief but also disappointment that he’s back in his new body.

A lousy cough escapes his chapped lips, feeling that his throat is dry, and decides to get water from the kitchen tap, grabbing a mug and filling it up with water. Sure it tasted weird and warm, but he didn’t care. He chugged the nearly the whole thing in one sip, with some water spilling from the cup to his chin hairs. Adam slams the cup against the table.

Suddenly, a displeasing alarm goes off in the distance. He realizes that he’s not alone in here, what could that alarm be for tho? Y/n steps out of from her room still in her pajamas, yawning.

“Oh Adam!... What are you doing up this early?” She asks while heading to the kitchen. “I dunno man, just felt like it.” He responds in annoyance, “What are you doing up this early? You’re the one with the annoying ass alarm.”

Y/n rolls her eyes a bit while opening the fridge and taking out a box of frozen waffles, “I just have somethings to do today, so I thought I’d wake up early. I’m planning to pick up something from cannibal town.” She begins putting some waffles in a toaster while making herself a latte. “Gasp, you should totally come!!” Y/n exclaims excitedly.

Adam looks alarmed, offended even, and just stairs in confusion. “Y/n, why in the fuck, would I want to go anywhere, in this miserable place.” He says in a brutally honest manner. “I mean seriously, are you blind? Have you seen what goes on out there??” Adam pulls y/n to the window opening the blinds, revealing a guy getting his brains blown out.

Y/n cringes at the sight, “okay yeah it’s not great, but cannibal town is pretty enjoyable! Cmon you’ll see what I mean when we go there, plus you get to try out those wings of yours.” She says pointing at his scaly two scaly things, leading Adam to spread one of them a bit.

Y/n stares at Adam waiting for an answer, he sighs in annoyance, “eugh, fine I’ll go. Whatever means I can crash in here.” She then jumps in excitement, “Yess!! Also you’re going to have to pay at least half of the rent here if you wanna stay.” (He really thought 😭)

Time skip: 2hours

Adam waits on the couch waiting for y/n to finish up getting ready, y/n was lucky to find her old roommates clothes in his size. He has a leather jacket, along with black jeans and a Red Hot Chili Peppers shirt. He’s wearing the same boots he wore when he got here tho, he thought they’d look good with his jacket. Adam flinches at the sudden steps of y/n who just finished up, walking in the room.

“Sorry, I didnt scare you did I?” She says chuckling whilst brushing her hair. She had a long forest green skirt, along with a brown laced top and a cardigan that only reached her elbows. “So do you wanna fly or walk there? I can teach you how!”

Adam realizes, he has to pretend he doesn’t know how to fly, otherwise she might get suspicious. He assumes that since one angel has fallen, then there must be a shit ton. He can’t let her know that he’s the reason for the exterminations. “yeah, yeah totally totes you can definitelyteachmehowtoflymanandstuffhahahha” He rambles on while his eyebrows are furrowed and making finger guns to him, noticeably sweating his ass off.

Y/n notices this, then coming to a conclusion. “I know why you’re nervous, Adam..” She says gently, while looking up at him. Adam panics, nearly choking on his spit, “Ar-Ar you serious?”

“Yeah..

you must be afraid of heights!” She exclaimed happily, truly a eureka moment for this woman. Adam sighs in relief, the most unbearable relief anyone has ever felt. “I knew it from the moment I saw you, it’s always the tall ones.” She says shaking her head. “We don’t have to fly, Adam. It’s only a mile or two away, we’ll get there in no time!” Y/n adds picking up her messenger bag. “Now, let’s get going!” She says with a bright smile.

As they step onto the sidewalk, y/n notices that Adam seems a bit cautious. Normally when he was in hell it was to commit a massacre, not having to worry about a sinner hurting them because-well they couldn’t at the time. But now things are different, he’s one of them now.

“Relax,” Y/n starts, “just stay out of trouble, and stick with me. Oh and also watch your step, these guys are open to just taking a dump anywhere they’d like.”

The two begin to walk on the dirty sidewalk, y/n being extra careful about where she’s walking, but Adam doesn’t really mind stepping on a used condom or some junkies bag of coke.

“So, what’s it like up there?” Y/n asks, Adam gets alarmed at her question, stuttering a bit. “uuuUUP WHERE?”

“On earth! I heard that the sky is blue instead of red. And the animals there are not as scaly” y/n begins to stroke the soft hairs on her left wing, she was truly torturing this poor man. “How do the animals look here?” He asks, before y/n can respond,

splat!

A large red fleshy snake falls onto the ground, not really moving that much, just there. “I think that should answer your question” y/n then walks over the seemingly dead snake, while Adam does the same.

“So like, what do you guys do here all day?” Adam questions while sneering at the explicit posters causally displayed out in the open. “I mean, that depends on who you’re asking. Most people go on a rampage as soon as they get here, at least from what I see.” Y/n shrugs. “But sometimes you find a stable part of hell, or at least as stable as hell can be.” Adam becomes slightly intrigued about what she’s saying about hell. “Like, I work at a cafe around here. It’s nice but it’s a bit hard to keep up the wage when angels and demons wreck the place every now and then.” She says sadly, Adam feeling a wave of shame, that she has to live in constant fear while working because of others, and sometimes him.

Eventually, both y/n and Adam finally enter cannibal town. Adam being a bit wary, since he sees many familiar faces around the place, but not for good reason. Y/n then noticing, “Adam? You don’t look so good, is something wrong?” She questions. Adam begins to snap out of his cautious mode, “uhh, yeah?It’s not like on earth people are open to just eating each other out in the open-and NOT in the good way.” He scoffs, pointing to a gentlemen eating another’s guts out. “Oof, Rosie might wanna get that checked at.” Y/n says looking over at where Adam is pointing.

“And who the hell is Rosie??” Adam asks pretty loudly, “The mayor, but I’m sure she’s busy today. Anyways, I’m gonna go to the florist shop. Whole I go you can..” Y/n begins to look around, trying to find a place for Adam to get distracted, then finding a smoke store nearby. “-go to the smoke shop!” She suggests pointing nervously to the shop, hoping that her assumption wouldn’t offend him.

Adam stared at the shop for a bit, he had smoked before, but it was mostly when he was able to disguise himself as a human and go to earth. But he hasn’t done that in a while, last time he smoked he found himself passed out at the back of some hippies van. Ever since Sera made sure he was always watched whenever he went to earth.

“…yeah sure I’ll go smoke.” He submits. Y/n taking a breath of relief, “good! I’ll be in the shop if you need me” Y/n quickly gives him a nice 50, then going off to the flower shop.

Adam finishes his shopping trip pretty quickly, to be fair all he had was 50$ and the store was quite small. He just bought a bubbler and a pack of cigarettes, along with a lighter of course. He sits on a bench that had been between the two stores, then smoking one of the cigarettes.

He sat on that thing for at least 6 or 7 minutes. As he was sitting, he did notice that this place was nicer than every other part of hell. A bit weird to think about, how just a few days ago they were trying to kill each other. A huge gust of wind blows his cigar onto the floor, and into a puddle to his left. His attention is then drawn into the reflection for a few seconds, but he shrinks away from the pain of realizing he’s a demon now, and turns away closing his eyes.

After a good 9 minutes, y/n comes out with a woven basket of lavender, as well as candles with flowers inside of them. “Oh I took so long didn’t I?” She apologizes. “They just had a great sale on candles I couldn’t resist!” Y/n begins to sit down with Adam, hoping to rest a bit after standing round for a bit. “So, how have your last few days been down here?”

“Shitty. Do you have any eyeliner?” Adam replies manspreading, him being slightly slouched down. Y/n then scurries in her bag, hoping to find some. “I didn’t strike you as the type to wear eyeliner.” She chuckles, handing him the small stick along with a hand mirror. “What shape do you like putting it? I like a thin feline, it’s cute but basic.” Y/n shrugs, “Do I look like Jeffery star to you? I don’t know the fuckin species of eyeliner.” He laughs shaking his head giving himself a soft Smoke. Y/n laughs along with him, setting down the basket of lavender and candles between them.

“I got the lavender stuff for you.” Y/n says, Adam pauses, looking over at y/n. “…you’re not that smart are you?” Adam stares judgmentally, y/n taking lots of offense to his comment but keeping quiet. “Why do I need flowers right now? I don’t need a pity gift, especially if they’re some fucking flowers.” Adam scoffs. “No, they aren’t a pity gift or anything, I can tell you haven’t slept peacefully ever since you’ve gotten here.” Y/n removes a bit of the cloth on the basket to take one of the lavenders out. “These will be able to help you, I can make tea out of them and they’ll help you out. Or we can use the aromatherapy I got with it too, just in case you don’t like tea.” Y/n offers, she reaches over to gently grab Adam’s hand places it on hers.

“I know you’re going through a lot Adam. You don’t have to tell me why, but I need you to know that hiding your feelings wont do any good for you.” She explains giving a worried but weirdly comforting look at him, “so please, let me help you.”

Adam stares into y/n’s maroon and green eyes. He then feels as if a big weight of pressure left his chest, he’s never been able to have a person understand him like this. Especially when they don’t really know who he is. Tears slowly form in his red eyes, as y/n pulls him in for a hug. Feeling the warmth in her body made him feel safe in a way, that he could trust her. That she can always help him when he needs it. He didn’t know the exact words for it, but all he knew is that he hadn’t felt this way ever since Eden.

Adam’s dream pov:

Both Adam and y/n had gotten back to the house, it was a nice trip back since Adam finally trusted her a whole lot more. Once they got back y/n gave Adam some lavender tea, sure he would rather drink a cup of literal vomit than tea but he was desperate to sleep soundly for once. Hell, he could even sleep in jeans if we wanted to.

Adam practically throws himself on the couch, immediately going to sleep as soon as his cheek hits the pillow. He dreams of nothing but a void of darkness, as others do, but in that void he sees a familiar face in it, carrying a beautiful light with it. As the light came closer, it transformed into something Adam can only described as beauty.

He wasn't sure who it was tho, he's seen many women in his life, but he couldn't poke out who it was, only little things.The way she laughed, felt like small bubbles popping in his head. and her teeth coming from her smile, like beams of light, peaking through clusters and clusters of trees. And her eyes, oh her gorgeous eyes, like two pearls shining against the sunlight. Whoever it was, was truly gorgeous. But who was it?

Lilith?

Eve?

Lute?

No, it can’t be

You just met her..

Y/n? ♡

[yunarim]

╰┈➤ summary : you and your reliable partner grim are the most famous interdimensional travelers under the Official Isekai Association. you're used to traveling into psychological thrillers and horrors. however, this time something goes wrong, and you suddenly turn into the protagonist of… an otome game?!

— characters : jade leech, leona kingscholar | kalim al-asim, azul ashengrotto | lilia vanrouge, idia shroud

⌞tags⌝ : gn reader, fluff at times, occasional angst (more angst for kalim's & azul's parts actually), typical manhwas tropes, mention of a typical isekai manhwa death by truck hit... yeah, you go from the first route to the last (from jade to idia), hence the parts are connected

— w.c. : 6.4k+

⌞notes⌝ : continuing with the second part of the series ~

“Based on your expression, is the walkthrough going smoothly?” 

Grim asked, jumping on the bed you were laying at, and placed his head on your stomach, chewing something smelling like fish, and you hated the fact you were still not recovered after being pointed out what you smell like by Leona.

“I mean, I can’t see the progress, given you’re the protagonist for this genre,” Grim noticed. “How many are left tho?”

So that's how it looked from someone else’s perspective. Just routes to finish, game characters, literary images, not people who could feel, have their own personalities, and… Feel something for you. You have never thought about otome games before, they were out of your qualification, and now you were sure enough that once you escape this world, you’ll ask your boss to never transmigrate you to otome genre ever again. 

Funny enough, you’re used to dating. Sometimes counterfeiting feelings was a key to the true ending, so you just had to do that at times, but you never actually felt something yourself. And surely you didn't feel loved. 

“Four,” you answered after a short pause, closing your eyes. 

“Make sure to do your job well, henchman,” Grim yawned. “I’ll help you with my magic!”

“Yes…” You replied vaguely, appreciating that thanks to Grim you were given an opportunity to even stay here in NRC, considering you possessed no magic. “I’ll try my best…”

Even if you wanted to leave as soon as you could, having no desire to leave these people all alone after you suddenly crashed into their lives. 

You couldn’t find a proper way to name all the boys routes of whom you needed to… finish. Targets? Characters? Lovers? No, that wasn’t it.

In any case, you checked Kalim Al-Asim’s profile before heading to school. A bright, cheerful person radiating nothing but happiness and joy, a complete opposite of your gloomy and indifferent self. You presumed he would be easy to approach, given how easy-going he seemed, but his social status made you question the ease of the walkthrough. 

A son of a wealthy merchant, close to royalty again. Fine, you wondered if going through Leona’s route made you stronger and more experienced. 

After a half of the day passed you’ve realized you couldn’t find Kalim that easily as you first thought you would. Probably he was being more secure than Leona, and you tried your best investigating where he could be. Most obviously somewhere in his dormitory, Scarabia, but you preferred not to enter the dormitories itselves, ‘playing’ on neutral waters. The transmigrator currency was still the same, because you were paid only after completing the whole story, so you ran out of money to buy the info about Kalim’s location. 

After the classes you also realized you haven’t had enough sleep because of memories made with Leona haunting you at night, and you most probably needed to brew some coffee, which caused you to remember Jade and frown.

No, it’s not the right time to think about them, you thought, entering the school’s kitchen and stumbling upon someone, your forehead hitting someone else’s.

“Oh, I’m very sorry, I didn’t notice… Huh?”

You raised your head, pressing a hand to your forehead, and gasped when you realized it was none other than Kalim Al-Asim, who was mirroring your actions and massaging his head with his hand.

“Oh, isn’t it Yuu! Nice to meet you! I’m Kalim Al-Asim, but you can call me Kalim!”

You were spellbound to say something at the moment, appreciating his wonderful appearance and drowning in the melted gold of his eyes. 

“Nice to meet you too— Eh?”

Before you wanted to continue, a pink glow above his head made you jolt. 

The heart icon was already filled up to half of it. 

Your eyes widened. You’ve only met him! And you were sure that you hadn't met him earlier in previous walkthroughs, so how?..

“Oh, did I hit you too hard?! Oh no, what to do… Jamil, we should call a doctor!!”

Kalim’s face radiating genuine worry appeared too close to yours, and you realized that you fell silent extremely suddenly. You shook your head, replying with a confused smile.

“I’m alright, just lost in thoughts. How are you, though? I hit you too…”

“I’m okay!” He giggled at you, and his contagious laugh flowed to you, causing you to chuckle softly. “But still, we need to make sure you’re fine. Jamil, we should—”

“Yuu-san doesn’t seem to be in danger. Quit exaggerating.”

Ah, right. Jamil Viper, a person in Kalim’s profile mentioned as his personal ‘servant’. 

His figure appeared behind Kalim’s back and approached you. Jamil somehow reminded you of yourself with how composed and calm he looked, observing if everything was right with your forehead. You outstretched your hand to Jamil, regaining composure.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Yuu,” you said, receiving a silent nod.

“Jamil Viper,” he replied when you two shared a handshake, but a sudden Kalim’s complaint cut your strict-seeming atmosphere.

“I want to shake your hand too, Yuu!!” 

“Okay, no problem?..”

You watched through him, focusing on the heart icon filled up to the half, and deepened into your thoughts. 

Apparently the icon was filled thrice, and all three times symbolized three significant events happening throughout the routes. But given you two just met… Wasn’t the system making mistakes?

“Did you want to use the kitchen? You can join us! We’re preparing dishes for the party held in Scarabia. Right, join us at the party, too!!”

“You surely are enthusiastic, Kalim,” you smiled at him. 

“Stop inviting everyone without thinking twice,” Jamil sighed. “Not to be rude to you, Yuu-san.”

“It’s alright, I understand. Thank you for your offer, but it’s just what Viper said. I’ll make sure to join you one day, but I’ve got plans today.”

You actually hadn’t any other plans than getting Kalim to know better, and the party was an excellent opportunity, but at the same time you didn’t want to get too deep to the point you would miss him dearly after finishing his route too. It was getting hard for you to just have friendly chats with them, then growing closer to the point you couldn’t just leave them anymore. 

You wanted to play it safe with Kalim, although suspecting you would fail miserably. 

“Okay! Then come tomorrow. Or the day after, we’re going to have parties every day during this week~”

“Haha, that’s very generous of you,” you giggled. “Maybe I can help you with cooking today?”

“No need, I—” Jamil started talking, but Kalim’s bright shine overlapped Jamil’s words.

“It’s a brilliant idea, Jamil works so hard, it must be really tough! Right, I’ll help too!”

“You… you stay still,” Jamil sighed with a heaviness and annoyance, then looked at you. “Yuu-san is enough. Just watch.”

“Fi~ne!”

You asked Jamil where you could find an apron, and he suddenly appeared in front of you, pulling the piece of clothing over you and tying strings behind your back.

“Oh, thank you,” you almost whispered, not expecting Jamil to be so close to you, and glanced over to catch Kalim’s sudden gaze you couldn’t decipher, but a familiar glimpse of overjoy fled from his deep eyes for a mere second, and a bitter smile grew on his face. 

“Ah, I know!!” He suddenly jumped from the chair he was sitting on. “Yuu, you’re living in Ramshackle, right?!”

“Why do I feel like he’s going to suggest something crazy,” Jamil mumbled, but Kalim ignored him.

“Yes, I am,” you nodded.

“You’ll be free at 10 o’clock in the evening?”

You blinked absentmindedly. 

“I guess so. Why?”

“Then just be at home at the time! You’ll see~”

“Alright?..”

You heard Jamil sighing again and decided to let it be, grabbing vegetables you needed to chop, and continued your work, accompanied by Kalim’s soft cheerful singing.

You expected anything but a magic carpet ride at 10 o’clock in the evening. 

“Ready, Yuu?”

“No, I’m noooooot!!—”

And with that you flew straight into the night sky followed by Kalim’s happy noises. 

Actually, you thought that after dying for the very first time and then transmigrating from one world into another, make that cyclical, you would fear nothing, but suddenly soaring into the sky wasn’t included in your plans. 

But after seeing the canvas of the island and the sheet of the forest, framed by the endless sea from a bird's eye view, you were so enchanted that thoughts left your head, leaving only admiration.

“It’s beautiful, right?” Kalim said, looking at you and knowing you’re not noticing. 

“It is…” You whispered, remembering the same sky when you were enjoying fireworks with Jade, and shook your head. “Thank you for showing it to me!”

“He-he~ You couldn’t come to the party, so this is my apology for hitting you earlier.”

“As I’ve mentioned, it’s my fault too. I hit you too…”

“Aw come on Yuu, it’s okay. You even helped Jamil with food preparations.”

“Ah, yes,” you nodded. “He’s a wonderful cook, I wasn’t expecting!”

Corners of Kalim’s lips went slightly down, but he returned to his usual happy look when you turned to him.

“Right?? He’s incredible! There’s nothing he can’t do!”

“You surely like him, right?” You smiled at him cheerfully. “You seem to be very fond of him.”

“Don’t you think so too? You’ll realize how cool he is when you grow closer to him. Do you need any help? I’ve noticed your chemistry today~”

Your smile dropped, brows knitting together. Why would he say that?..

“I don’t think so?.. Is there any particular reason for me to get closer to Viper? Not to be offensive, of course.”

“Eh?” Kalim was obviously startled. “You don’t want to? But Jamil’s wonderful person and—”

“Kalim,” you stopped him. “I don’t quite get it at all and no, I have no intention of getting closer to Jamil. I mean, sure, I don’t know what can happen in the future, but as for the present, am I not being with you right now?”

Kalim gasped, gazing at you in surprise.

“I see he’s an important person to you, but we’re enjoying the evening together right now. Let’s talk about you instead, what do you think?”

“Oh,” he said. “You’re… what an interesting person you are, Yuu!”

“Y-yes? Me?..”

“Yeah! What do you want to know about me then?”

“Let’s see…” You hummed, returning your eyes to the sky. “Hm… suddenly I can’t think of anything.”

“People often ask if my family hires someone for a job, or does a certain facility belong to my family, or something like that… Would you like to ask something along those lines?”

“Kalim, wait, I think you’re misinterpreting my intentions,” you turned to him again, gently placing your hand above his. “I’m not going to be an employee under your family’s business. Why would you even think about it? I wanted to be friends in the first place.”

“Ah, friends!! Aren’t we friends already though?” He blinked at you. “Oh, wait, no, I should give you something!! Do you prefer gold or silver? Or maybe jewelry?”

“Kalim!!” You raised your voice, feeling a little overwhelmed. “I don’t need any of those. I was about to ask if you’re okay, it’s getting chilly…”

“Eh?”

“What?”

“Oh,” he laughed, his cheeks growing red out of shame. “Sorry, Yuu. It was just a precaution.”

“I don’t think I follow?”

“No, don’t worry. You’re an interesting person, indeed…”

You sighed, letting yourself lay down on the carpet and exhale the freshness of the night chilly air, and stare at the stars. 

“I don’t know you well. It’s literally the first day we know each other,” you started. “I don’t know your circumstances and what you meant by saying it was a precaution, but… it’s alright if you don’t trust me. But I can assure you that it’s okay, I don’t mind, considering I’m an alien from another dimension, it is only natural to question my intentions. And yet I want you to know that I just want to enjoy this evening to its maximum, and your company is very pleasant to me. We can even sit still and remain silent, somehow I think you’re a safe person to stay alone with. It’s cozy. Ah, sorry, I think I went overboard… Kalim?”

You shifted your gaze to him, meeting his widened eyes and parted lips, and then you blushed, realizing you really did go overboard, saying all your thoughts so easily, but you really couldn’t help yourself. 

Kalim suddenly burst into laughter, flopping down on the carpet with you and continuing giggling softly to the point that tears started accumulating in the corners of his eyes. 

“Are you alright? I said something stupid, sorry…”

“You’re not just an interesting person, Yuu,” he smiled, turning his head to you, giving you a realization he was extremely close to your face. “You’re wonderful.”

“I thought Viper was,” you chuckled, smiling at him and seeing him closing his eyes. 

“Jamil is wonderful, that’s true. And you’re also wonderful. But you’re…”

He fell silent, leaving you without an explanation.

“No, it’s nothing. You’re truly something. Thank you for saying all that to me, Yuu.”

“Remember, Kalim,” your hand acted on itself, grabbing his and interviewing fingers with his. “You’re wonderful, too. Appreciate yourself.”

And with a bright smile you showed to him, you also noticed the heart was filled to the max. You opened your eyes at once, jolting and causing Kalim to question what happened.

No… no, you couldn’t leave him just yet!! Not like that, not after you haven’t figured out an indescribable sadness in his eyes!!

“K-Kalim…” You mumbled, your fingers trembling slightly. “You’re still here…”

“Hm?” He tilted his head. “Of course I am, silly! Where else could I be?”

“You’re right…” You exhaled sharply, drawing him closer to you and enveloping in a tight hug. “Yes, you’re here. I’m glad.”

“Yuu?..”

His whole body was warm, and no bright light filled up the place, reassuring you that right at the moment everything was alright.

Two weeks passed since you two went on a magic carpet ride, and surprisingly you two really did talk, ate together during breaks, the time seemed to stop its flow. The heart icon above Kalim’s head was glowing with soft pink, filled to the top, and you couldn’t comprehend all that was happening. Your own heart and feelings resembled a ticking bomb ready to blow with all anticipation you’ve carried. 

Did he really feel something for you? But it was impossible to crush down the whole transmigrator system, you knew it was programmed just perfectly and flawlessly, never making any mistakes in its calculations. You’ve requested a percentage of Kalim’s indicators, which you never did here before since the procedure took a lot of time to analyze everything. And today it finally arrived, shocking you even more than you thought it would.

His so-called love meter was filled up to 100%, meaning he definitely fell for you, however…Why hasn’t his route finished yet?

Suddenly a familiar tall figure appeared in the entrance, and you recognized Jade glancing your way curiously.

Shit, you thought, clenching your shirt. 

“Yuu? You okay?” Kalim asked you, his head on your shoulder. 

You were sitting under the tree in the school yard, Jamil sitting at your left and doing homework. 

“Yeah, sorry I startled your sleep.”

“Nope, I wasn’t sleeping actually. Oh, isn’t it Jade over there? Hey, Jade!”

You wanted to tell Kalim not to ask Jade to come closer, but you actually had no right to do that, and nodded politely to Leech, escaping his focused look.

“Good afternoon, Kalim-san, Jamil-san. Yuu-san,” he greeted everyone, not letting his eyes shift from you. “How interesting to see you three together. I presumed Yuu-san… No, forgive me.”

“Yuu is really fun to be with, don’t you agree?” Kalim cheerfully smiled at Jade. “Right, would you love to join us? We’re having a picnic.”

“Would be wonderf—”

“Ah,” you suddenly mumbled, attracting Jade and Kalim’s attention. “Sorry, I think I should get going soon. You three may continue, though, I’m sorry…”

“Eh?” Kalim looked at you. “I thought you wanted to become friends with Jade?..”

“... Apparently Yuu-san is feeling uncomfortable in my presence,” Jade smiled slyly. “It is quite alright. I’ll get going then.”

“Ah, no, I… And he’s gone.” You whispered to yourself.

Right. It wasn’t his route. Anymore.

And before Kalim managed to ask you if you actually wanted to befriend Jade and that he could help, you all saw Leona approaching you with a strange look on his face. 

This day will be the death of you, really.

“Hello, Leona—”

“Herbivore,” Leona interrupted Kalim’s cheerful greeting. “Care to explain what the hell?”

“What do you mean, Leo… Kingscholar,” you carried a habit of calling your current ‘love interests’ by their name, and since Leona’s heart already disappeared, you shook your head. 

“You smell like me. And to remind you, we’ve interacted only once when you stepped on my tail.”

Kalim’s smile dropped, and his usually bright and warm features turned into worried and sad, which wasn’t left unnoticed by Jamil, who apparently had enough.

“I… I have no idea…”

“Senpai,” Jamil suddenly said, grabbing Leona’s hand. “Let me explain.”

“Hah?” Leona asked, annoyed. “The hell?”

“Just. Let me. Explain. Okay?”

Jamil looked at you with an expression saying ‘talk to Kalim immediately or I’ll punch you’, to which you gulped and nodded, thanking him silently.

“You’re so popular, Yuu!” Kalim said when Jamil forcefully dragged Leona out. “Everyone wants to get closer to you! Still don’t want me to help you with Jamil? His eyes were so dreamy when he looked at you just now!”

His eyes most definitely weren’t dreamy at all, though…

“Kalim,” you turned to him, taking his hands in yours and looking at him with all the seriousness you’ve got. “Stop misinterpreting my feelings. Please?”

“What do you mean?..”

“Be a little more selfish!” You pushed. “And please don’t decide for me or for Jamil or for anyone else. If I wanted to befriend Jamil, or Jade, or Leona, or—agh it doesn’t matter who exactly!—believe me, I would do that already. And yet I’m trying to spend more time with you. Did you question why?”

Because I need to finish your route and get on another one… Or so you thought, but that wasn’t the case anymore. 

You wanted to understand Kalim, to let him feel love and happiness, and as for you… It was enough if he could be happy, even if you couldn’t bring yourself to fall in love with anyone in this school. 

It was painful, but you couldn’t deny it anymore — all of them, Jade, Leona, and Kalim — they became dear and important people in your life, who changed it for the better. 

You couldn’t remember when was the last time you smiled genuinely, transmigrating into horrors and thrillers, and here you were, smiling at Kalim and embracing him with a sincerity you never thought you possessed.

“You always wish for other people’s happiness, restraining yourself and not enjoying the time you spend to its fullest. But Kalim, at least when you’re with me, don’t think about anyone. Think about yourself and… Let your own heart decide.”

“My heart…” He whispered, lowering his gaze, and you welcomed him in a soft embrace, drawing him to your chest. “Alright. Yuu!”

A familiar bright light you’ve been growing to hate each time appeared once again, and you worriedly glanced at Kalim, who was smiling. 

“I fell in love with you at first sight, Yuu. Thank you for not betraying my trust and teaching me important things. This is my gratitude.”

He pressed his lips to your forehead, and the last thing you saw was an image of his rosy cheeks and the most bright and genuine smile you’ve ever seen in your life.

“Thank you, too, Kalim.” 

And the hell to the system transporting you to your room in Ramshackle again, labeling Kalim’s route as ‘COMPLETED’.

“Y’know, sometimes it scares me when you finish another route.”

Waking up next to Grim after completing a walkthrough became a tradition you already wished to be let burn in ashes. 

“What do you mean?” You ask emotionlessly. 

Now that you think about it, you didn’t want to even find out who Azul Ashengrotto was. You possessed no desire, letting your inner child arise, and wishing for everything to begone. You were at the point of no return, and it was already driving you crazy. You certainly weren’t the type to abandon your duties and responsibilities, you've been chosen as an employee of the month more than once, your colleagues often staring at you in surprise at how you managed to save your psyche unscathed after surviving the most horrid things people could witness. 

And now you were closing your eyes, swallowing the urge to cry your eyes out and let you out of this circle of repeating routes. You didn’t want to love or be loved, you wanted to do your job. For what reason though? You never questioned, appreciating the chance to live endlessly after dying, wandering around the worlds with aeons passing through. 

You considered people here your responsibility, too. Normally you were okay with leaving the characters of the finished stories behind, justice being jubilated, and you coming back to the office and letting bosses choose another story for you to enter.

“I mean,” Grim said, crawling to your stomach. “It’s kinda terrifying to see how we remember ‘em, meet ‘em and casually chat, but they don’t even know what happened.”

“You’re right…” He really was. “Though I think they have some feelings left after I… after completing.”

“Fugnya?”

“Leona seems to have my scent lingering on him, Jade also looks like he remembers something. I think Kalim wouldn’t be too much different.”

“Isn’t it even worse than if they didn't remember you at all?”

It was worse, and Grim was right, hitting you right to the core. It was a living nightmare, knowing they possessed a feeling of you experiencing something together, and you were still here, they could ask you, see you, feel you at some point. 

But what will they do when you leave? 

“... I don’t want to get closer to Ashengrotto.”

“He’s your next target, right?” Grim asked. “But you need to.”

“I know,” you inhaled soundly with a heaviness in your chest. “So I came up with another plan.”

“What kind of? By the way, I don’t know about you, but as for me, I’d hurry up and finish ‘em all already.”

“Just to remind you, they’re not objects I could simply manipulate for my own purposes.”

“And you’re not an object yourself to excruciate yourself like that.”

You swallowed an objection, knowing Grim was surprisingly right. 

“As for the plan,” you shrugged the previous topic off. “You’ll see. I hope at least I will entertain Ashengrotto.”

You definitely had no intention of getting closer to Azul. From the very beginning after reading his profile and seeing 90% of the difficulty level to the point you weren’t sure if you’re capable enough to finish it yourself. 

You’ve created a scheme fitting Azul’s demeanor and attitude, however weren’t sure if it’s going to work, considering you actually wanted to make the system crash down and send you back to the office during the maintenance to never ever remembering everything again. 

Feelings were hard to possess. It wasn’t love, but it was you receiving it. You were sure they all loved you differently — out of interest, of accepting, of admiration. You, on the other hand, couldn’t name your feelings accurately, but you knew that emotions were scary, unknown and addictingly enchanting. 

Which is why you’ve entered Ashengrotto’s office with a feigned smile and a confidence you always seemed to demonstrate in other stories you’ve transmigrated into. Maybe a change of tactics would do?

“Ah, Yuu-san. Welcome to the Mostro Lounge.”

It, of course, was Jade who met you. You knew every corner of the Lounge after spending some time here with Leech, and now, receiving his unwaveringly polite smile, you answered with the same expression, greeting him cheerfully.

“Good afternoon, Leech.”

“How formal,” Jade noticed, but you tried to remain indifferent. “Alright, Yuu-san. How can I help you?”

“I’ve requested a meeting with Ashengrotto.”

And you had no intention of calling Azul by his name in his own route. 

It was controversial. You needed to gain his love and win his trust, but at the same time you weren’t sure for 100%, wanting to escape and let this be as it is. 

“Oh, indeed. Please follow me.”

His wide shoulders and arms that strongly held you when you almost fell off the cliff. The scent of the sea waves surrounding his figure and the way he glanced at you, thinking about something unbeknown to you. Argh, seriously, you wanted to turn back time and enjoy that night with a firework show once again.

“We’ve arrived,” he said. “Azul is informed you would come, so please come in.”

“Thank you.”

“My pleasure, Yuu-san. Be sure to come again for a cup of coffee.”

You clenched your teeth and nodded, knocking twice and entering after hearing ‘Come in’. 

“Good afternoon, Ashengrotto.”

“Welcome, Yuu-san.”

The fragrance of sea waves was even stronger than the one Jade radiated, conjoining with something salty and sweet at the same time. You made your way to the sofa and placed yourself there after Azul nodded, the sea blue of his eyes making you forget all the words you’ve prepared for a moment.

“I heard you have a request to make, am I being correct?”

“Very much so,” you grinned at him.

“Well then, you seem quite determined. I believe you are already informed that everything comes with a price.”

“Sure do,” you nodded. “My request may seem unusual, but I hope you guarantee to grant anything I desire?”

“How persistent you are, Yuu-san,” Azul chuckled. “But worry not, here in Mostro Lounge I can fulfill every wish you make. For a certain fee, of course.”

“Marvelous,” you clapped your hands and stood up, stretching out your hand for a handshake, causing Azul to look at you, questioning your actions. “Well then, hear my wish.”

“I’m listening.”

“Please fall in love with me.”

Azul’s glasses slipped off the bridge of his nose, his eyes widened in shock, and he glanced at you, feeling his cheeks growing hot.

“W-what— Excuse my sudden startle, Yuu-san. Your request is just… quite an unusual one.”

“You said you guarantee everything.”

“I’m not taking my words back, I really do guarantee you that, but… why would you do that?”

“Let’s see…” You hummed theatrically, drawing an outstretched hand to your chin and imitating a frown. “First, you’re handsome. Totally my type.”

“W-what are you saying?!”

“I solemnly swear that I’m telling the truth and truth only!”

“Y-Yuu-san, wait for a moment, would you…”

“Second, I want to experience love. And since you’re the one fulfilling the wishes here, isn’t it quite obvious I came to you?”

“Yuu-san… I believe you’re mature enough to realize that love isn’t something that can be imitated so easily, right?”

“This is why I’m asking you, Ashengrotto,” you suddenly bent over, meeting his flushed cheeks and giggling.

Ah, this is bad. He was actually cute.

“I know you won’t take it easy. Please date me with all the seriousness you’ve got and fall in love with me genuinely.”

“Yuu-san…”

A heart-shaped icon above his head filled with a small amount of a pink liquid, and you bit your lip. 

It was awful. You didn’t want him to fall in love with you, genuinely or not, you wanted to be free and him to be happy, not knowing you at all. Anything but destroying him after you leave.

“I promise to do my best too!” You smiled at him. 

But you couldn’t promise to make him happy afterwards.

“Your offer is surely an interesting one,” he averted his gaze, not being able to meet yours, eager and all bubble-like, following his, flustered. “But what can you offer for the fulfilling?”

“Ah, that.”

The system’s databases were sure something else. The information provided by them made your work easier, even if you had to spend all the currency you possessed, now having nothing. You switched roles with Grim, him being the one who became a ‘family breadwinner’ for a time being. 

“I’ll tell you my biggest secret no one in this school knows. No one in the entire dimension knows.”

“Huh?” Ashengrotto said. “What a flattering offer. Why should I trust you?”

“If you will fulfill my wish, you’ll be able to manipulate me, destroy me, make the whole world desire your knowledge and power, because I myself possess the knowledge every person would love to acquire.”

“You’re saying insanely nonsensical things, Yuu-san. But alright, prove it to me.”

“Great,” you clapped your hands. “I know there’s a photo of you and your classmates in the Atlantica Memorial Museum.”

Azul jolted at your statement, staring at your stoic expression.

“How did you…”

“Also,” you continued, getting closer to him and smiling slyly. “I know about the scheme you’ve planned to appropriate Ramshackle and all the things you’ve prepared for upcoming exams.”

“Yuu-san,” he frowned at you, standing up. “You’re walking on thin ice.”

“You wanted me to prove my powers, right? I did just so and I’m guaranteeing you’ll receive all of my power once you… fall in love with me.”

You lowered your gaze, and Azul wondered why would it even change so drastically, going from cheeky and sly to filled with sadness he couldn’t describe.

“... Alright,” he sighed, closing his eyes and fixing his glasses. “Let us sign a contract.”

“Oya thank you~” You giggled, grabbing a pen on the table, ready to sign. “I know feelings are hard to acquire, but please fall in love quickly, okay?~”

“We’ll see. Don’t forget you need to tell me everything once it’s over.”

“I won’t! He-he.”

You’re the one who’s going to forget.

“Uhm, Yuu-san…”

“Yeah?”

“Don’t you find this position quite, uhm…”

“Hm?”

“No, nothing…”

You giggled with a soft exhale into the crook of Ashengrotto’s neck, thinking about how to escape the predicament you both happened to be trapped in.

You met him after his classes were over, waiting for him to come out from the auditorium, but only had he stepped out, he grabbed your hand and walked you away, accompanied by his classmates noises, hearing something among ‘Woah Azul’s dating someone???’ lines.

And then you realized he never intended to reveal your relationship status, and if the first two weeks went quite okay with you going on fake dates, no one managed to spot you. Or so Azul thought, but you knew Jade also figured out what kind of request you make, glancing over and smiling with an emotion you couldn’t understand. 

So today he accidentally led you two into an extremely small staff room of the Mostro Lounge where mops were stored, escaping other workers’ stares. And it wouldn’t be a problem if Azul didn’t hear Floyd approaching you two. 

So now you found yourself ‘trapped’ in here, your bodies being tangled, which seemed funny to you, while Azul was going crazy, his cheeks glowing crimson in a dim light radiating from one small lamp in the room.

“Ouch, Yuu-san, be careful.”

“The same goes to you!”

His hands on your back made you bite your lower lip when Azul tried fixing his position, but to no avail. You had no other choice but to be pressed to his chest, head empty of thoughts and common sense. 

“Argh, Ashengrotto, you seriously!—”

“Shh!! Floyd’s coming.”

He managed to press a finger to your lips, and you remembered why you found otome games strange in the first place. All those silly situations like this were so stupid and unrealistic when you were recovering after experiencing literal hell in thrillers, but now? Now you were melting under his careful movements and focused eyes fixated on the gap in the door, fishing out Floyd. 

You fell silent, averting your gaze, and felt Azul’s slow breath. Your legs went numb, and when you wanted to change your pose just slightly, you felt Azul’s grip on you tightening, and blushed. 

“Uhm, Ashen—”

“Yuu— Ugh, can’t you just—”

“Aha~ Did I just hear Koebi-chan?~”

You tensed, clenching Azul’s necktie and panicking just slightly when you heard Floyd’s voice.

“Where are you two?~”

“Ashengrotto, I think we should—”

“Yuu-san, just shut up already!!”

“But I might fall just—”

He turned to you with the brightest color of red on his cheeks, grabbing your chin and drawing your face to his, shutting you up with a kiss.

You could have sworn you saw Jade’s intense stare for a mere second, and then also him talking to Floyd.

“Floyd, here you are. Azul told me we’re needed in the kitchen.”

“Eh? But I don’t wanna~”

“Let’s go.”

“But Ja~ade!”

You two parted with a soft sound of Azul’s nervous breath, and he shifted his gaze immediately after you stared at him blankly. 

“A-Ashengrotto…”

“You’re hopeless, Yuu-san…”

“Sorry… O-oh…”

You noticed how pink liquid filled the heart to the half and inhaled sharply, grabbing Azul’s hand when he was going to open the door.

“W-what?”

“Uhm, nothing… sorry again.”

The kiss made you lose your mind for a moment or two. You needed Azul to fall in love with you as soon as possible before you fell for him yourself. 

“Ashengrotto.”

“Yes, Yuu-san?”

“Go take a rest. It’s painful to see you working so hard. I haven’t seen you sleeping for two days.”

Azul sighed, fixing his glasses, and continued writing something. 

“Of course, you don’t see me sleeping, because I do that in Octavinelle.” 

“I highly doubt that…”

You fell silent, sorting out the contracts he made, and stumbled upon a request similar to yours, gasping.

“What’s the matter?”

“Someone asked you to date them,” you frowned. “But you declined.”

“Of course I did.”

“But why? Didn’t you say you fulfill any wish?”

“Yuu-san.”

He stopped writing, sanding up and getting on one knee before you, causing you to blush a little.

“Because right at the moment I’m dating you… no, not just that,” he took your hand in his. “I’m falling in love with you, Yuu-san.”

You bit your lip, lowering your gaze and knitting brows together. It ached so excruciatingly right in your chest, you hated every moment of everything happening just as much you loved it. You…

“I have a question,” you said. “Have you not still fallen in love with me?”

“One more word, and I’ll start hating you instead, but…”

He placed his head on your knees, making you flustered.

“A-Ashengrotto?!”

“Yuu-san, first of all… There’s two things restraining me from loving you with all my heart.”

“Oh, I’m… All ears.”

“First,” he looked at you, pouting with a cute pinkish hue on his cheeks and ears. “Have you ever dated someone before?”

“O-oh?” You found yourself startled. “To be honest, yes, I have. Why?”

“Did you call them by their surname, too?”

“No,” you answered immediately.

“Then why do you call me by my last name?”

There was a reasoning behind that, but you couldn't even clearly judge yourself for your stupid decisions, so you remained silent, receiving his sigh as an answer.

“Fine. The second question possesses more importance anyway. Why don’t you allow yourself to love and be loved?”

You jolted, escaping his serious look, and not daring to give him an answer. You begged for the heart to fill up this instant, but Azul’s stoic gaze remained strict. 

“The answer is related to the secret I’m going to reveal when you finally fall in love.”

“And what if I tell you I already did?”

You smiled bitterly at him, interweaving your fingers with his. 

“You didn’t,” you laughed. “I know you didn’t. And you know it too.”

“Is it related to that knowledge of yours?”

“Correct,” you nodded. “I know how you feel.”

“It might be funny hearing from me, but Yuu-san. You can never know what one feels, even if in reality you had the magic helping you reveal people’s feelings all this time, or anything else — you can’t. Otherwise you wouldn’t say I don’t love you yet.”

You fell silent again. But the system couldn’t lie, the liquid of the heart was still on its half, so was he lying to you at this point? He wasn’t. You knew that too.

Will you believe the system or him, Azul Ashengrotto, his cold hands holding yours, cold too? 

It was insane. It was an absolutely absurd, stupid mess you hated with all your heart. The support and consideration of your own feelings Azul demonstrated to you made you go crazy with a warmth blossoming in your chest.  

“Azul…”

“Huh.”

He raised his head, meeting your surprised expression, being quite astonished himself, and smiled at you, clenching a piece of shirt in his fist.

“You really… What a controversial figure you are, Yuu.”

“Hey, I… Wait. No, no, Azul, wait!!”

“What’s with you?”

Bright light flowing around you made you burst into tears at once, throwing yourself into his embrace and crying hopelessly, him not realizing what was happening. 

“I,” you sucked in the air, cupping his cheeks and smiling at him. “I came from another dimension and I’ve got two more people’s stories to finish. Y-you, you were my fourth story in this mess, and… Argh, no, please, give me one more minute, I’m begging!!”

“Yuu?!”

You felt how the light was tying up your limbs, and despite your miserable attempts at escaping, it ached. It was not your body aching, but your very heart.

“Please forget about me. Don’t carry my secret, the next time we meet pretend you never felt anything for me. Forget me and.. Thank you, Azul.”

“Yuu!” He cried out, grabbing your hand for a brief moment before you almost dissolved in the air. “Thank you. Thank you for showing me love and letting me fall for you…”

Opening your eyes in the room in Ramshackle you shared with Grim, you’ve decided that you would rather suffer yourself than letting others experience that pain with you. 

Lilia Vanrouge and Idia Shroud are going to be different, you thought, seeing 100% difficulty level under Lilia’s icon in the system, trying to ignore the ‘COMPLETED’ line under Azul’s image, but sweet and salty scent of sea waves made you chuckle nervously and swallow your despair all at once. 

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࿐Let go of me

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Warnings — i wrote this at 4am yesterday so i apologize if its any spelling mistakes or just bad, dark!rafe, violence

His hands explored every part of your body. His cold hands sliding up and down your sides sent shivers down your spine and caused goospebumps on your arms.

Your lips crashed against eachothers over, and over, and over again. Getting more passionate as the seconds passed.

"Youre so pretty.." Rafes voice low and seductive as his hands kept caressing your smooth and soft skin.

You felt your breathing get heavier. But thats also the time you thought maybe this was too soon. Even tho Rafe was known for being a player and was most likely just using you now. You didnt feel comfortable. You had only been dating for 2 weeks.

You were known for your big ego and confidence, Nobody thought you would get with Rafe, and honestly. You didnt think you ever would either, but there was just something about Rafe that broke past that thin layer of confidence. You always felt so vulnerable around him. Even tho you tried to hide it.

"Rafe i dont- i dont know." You said quietly as you placed your hands on his chest. Pulling away from the kiss.

You sighed and you shook your head "Rafe im not ready for this yet. Im not." You said quietly as you looked to the side. Fidgeting with your own fingers. This whole situation feeling so akward for you.

His hands stopped caressing your body and he chuckled "What do you mean you dont know? Just let yourself go, yeah?" Rafe said with a smug look on his face.

"Oh stop being dramatic and kiss me again, y/n." Rafe said as he brought his hand up to your cheek. His thumb gently caressing your cheekbone. But you knew it was just to get you to give in.

You gently moved your hand to his. Moving his hand away and placing it down on the side of the bed. Rafes facial expression changed and you could see he got a little annoyed and dissapointed in you.

"Y/n you have got to be fucking kidding me. ou got me all worked up over nothing?" Rafe said with a hint of annoyance in his voice as he scoffed. you closed your eyes and frowned your eyebrows.

"Rafe dont talk like that" you said, your voice low. You felt a bit bad since you knew you had just turned him on, just to shut him out.

"Dont tell me how to talk, know your fucking place." Rafe said sternly and he moved his hand to your chin bit you pushed his hand away and began moving away from sitting ontop of him. But before you could move any further his strong hand gripped onto your wrist harshly. Your lips parted and you winced at the stinging pain coming from your wrist.

"ow—.. Rafe let go of me-" You winced with slight surprise in your voice. Even tho he had gotten mad and said some unpleasant things he had never gotten physical. Or- atleast not the 2 weeks you had been with him.

"You dont fucking move unless i tell you to move, get it?" Rafe sneered as he sat up straight while your legs were still straddling his hips, his cold eyes meeting yours. Rafes grip tightened as he waited for an answer from you. You pushed your lips together to a small line while you tried to pull away

"Let go of me-" You continued. Not giving him a satisfied answer. Which only fueled his fire even more. In a swift move he gripped onto both your wrists, flipping you to the side before moving himself ontop of you. Pushing your wrists down at the sides of your head as his eyes stared you down. Not giving you a chance to escape without him moving.

You had never been treated this way with him. And it scared you. Even tho you had been warned about him you thought it would be different. How stupid of you.

"Answer me." His voice cold. He was so different then he was 3 minutes ago. It was like a switch inside him had turned on. You locked eyes with him. Your fearful eyes meeting his cold and narrowed ones as he pinned you down.

His grip hurt your wrists, more then he probably thought it did. Your lower lip quivering ever so slightly, not only because of the pain but because of the fear. Not knowing what got into him or why he was acting this way.

Rafe let out a sigh of frustration when you didnt answer. You were lost in your own thoughts. why was he like this? why was he hurting you?

Rafe imediately let go of your wrists when you answered his question. His eyes stayed locked on yours. Waiting for a reaction from you.

"Fucking answer me Y/n!" Rafe yelled as he tightened his grip 2 times more then he already was. You whined out in pain as your wrists began turning red at where he was gripping you. "Yes!-.. yes i get it! I get it let go of me!-.." You whined as you felt your eyes tear up because of the pain and his yelling.

You didnt like him just staring at you like that. Your wrists began aching as the pressure was gone. You couldnt help it anymore. You didnt even know you were this sensitive as your throat tightened and light sobs came out from you.

Tears ran down your face and you moved your head to the side to hide your face from Rafe who was hovering over you. Rafe sighed as he heard you cry. The one girl who was always so 'tough' was crying underneath him. He sighed.

"Fuck Y/n. Im sorry, im sorry." Rafe said with a relaxed voice. He was probably not sorry. He just didnt want you to leave him. His hands moved to your wrists again. But this time he held onto them gently as his thumbs began massaging your weak and red wrists. You flinched at first but you relaxed when you realised he was only massaging you.

You closed your eyes and you sniffled, attempting to suck it up and stop crying. Rafe moved closer to you. His hot breath against your skin. "Sh sh sh.." he whispered as he placed a gentle and soft kiss on your neck before laying down besides you. His hands gently leaving your hands and sliding down to wrap around your waist. Pulling you closer and into his body as he kissed your neck a few times more before nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck.

You kept your eyes closed and you stared into the corner of the room. Looking back at everything that had happened. You sniffled again as you felt Rafes hot breath against your neck.

You moved your hand up to your mouth. Biting on your nails to keep you distracted. All of this felt wierd and just so off.

Rafes breathing became more slow and heavier. His grip around your waist loosened a little. He was falling asleep. You began feeling tired aswell as you heard his quiet snores. You finally closed your eyes. Falling asleep and leaving all of this behind you.

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