#it's like. phew. i need to breathe. and not let my sense leave me. i have other things to worry about it

[mishkakagehishka]

It's okay no really it's fine i'm okay

[yapileon]

@TacklersCulers: The Chaotic Teen Serie pt. 4

fcb femení x chaoticteen!reader 3569w pt. 1 - pt. 2 - pt. 3

phew! that's a long one, but i'm really proud of it, i've tried to get more comfortable in my pacing, hope u guys like it<3

The grass still smelled the same, bringing back unwanted memories of yesterday’s humiliation. Sweat ran down your forehead as you used your shirt to wipe it off; Ona would be proud of that move. The exhaustion got the best of you and you let yourself flop on the turf, breathing heavily and rolling on your back. Every coach who had ever trained you had told you to walk it off, but there wasn't any scientific evidence of that, and more importantly, there were no coaches around you.

The Barcelona sky was bright blue, though you could spot a few clouds here and there. If you were in a better mood, you’d have tried to guess what object their shape matched. The gentle wind caressed your face and you couldn’t contain a shiver. When you had arrived earlier in the morning, it was still dark, and you had witnessed the sun rise. Yesterday’s mistake pushed you to come to the field early to train. You needed to plunge your head back in the game, and quickly. The taste of humiliation still bitter in your mouth.

You had pushed yourself through multiple sets of drills, though none that would really improve your timing as you were training alone. But still, you knew you needed to run off the embarrassment, so you tackled shadow opponents, working on quickly going up and down. You sprinted until it felt like your legs would fall off. You did so many ball control exercises with intricate cones patterns it made your head spin. The previously pristine pitch now scattered with proofs of your training while you lay sprawled on the ground.

A voice shut up behind you, startling you in the process. “You do know what recovery day means, right?” The blonde had a disapproving tone matching the look on her face. “You’re not supposed to sneak in extra practice.” she finishes sternly. You gave your capitain a sheepish look.

“Running never hurt anyone?” you tried, but it seemed like Alexia wasn’t having any of it. So you followed up, “Why are you here anyways, are you not supposed to be in the recovery room?”

The older woman was not impressed.

“Part of the recovery plan today is to have an activation session.” she glared at you and you felt your body shrink in the dirt. At that, her voice softened when she added “Now stop being snarky and tell me what’s wrong, Cariño.” Her gaze felt heavy on you, like she was trying to see right through you. Maybe she did.

You open your mouth to speak but words are caught in your throat, no sounds leaving the tip of your tongue. Your hands are clenched and you can’t help but stare at them, or really anything but Alexia standing in front of you. The blonde sighed, and gently came to lay with you on the pitch.

Alexia isn’t sure of what to do. For the few days she has known you, you were always such a cheerful and energetic person. You managed to coax smiles out of the most serious players, all because your chaotic aura was incredibly endearing. She guessed your personality might have fooled them all, you’re still only a child after all. Seventeen and so much pressure on your shoulders.

“You’re doing great you know” she starts her voice warm, but you look up at her, frowning.

“I tackled a cone yesterday.” you whisper, words spilling out of your mouth before you could really think about it.

She frowns. “…That’s what it’s about?” her head tilts, giving away her confusion.

“Well, I mean, It’s just…” you struggle to piece together a correct phrase. You look up to see Alexia giving you a gentle, encouraging smile, and somehow it’s enough to send you in a ramble.

“Because, I’m trying really hard! But then I messed up that tackle. And, and! The Mapi cardboard, it was just to be funny, since we had talked about it during team bonding.” You rattled, gesturing without making much sense.

“But fans aren’t happy with me, and they’re right! I’m here to play football, because it’s my job! You guys shouldn’t have to deal with this, we’re not here to have fun, It’s not- I shouldn’t-” Your distress was cut off by Alexia, pulling you in her arms, but you can’t stop yourself. “I just, I should not be making everyone’s life harder,” your voice breaks and you clutch at your captain like your life depends on it.

The blonde gently caresses you back, shushing you and you feel yourself sink into her.

“Why are you apologizing? You have done nothing wrong, I promise you no one is mad at you, for anything. You’ve made us laugh so much in so little time, and we can see you’re working hard,” her voice is full of gentleness, and you can tell she really means it. She gently wipes away some of your tears with her sleeve.

“The cone!” you half sob on her shoulder.

A chuckle escaped Alexia’s lips and she slapped a hand on her mouth, you recoiled, audibly gasping and looking at her with wide eyes.

And the absurdity of the situation hit you like a freight train.

You were somewhere between a laugh and a cry now, “It’s not funny!” you whined, pushing her shoulder with your hand.

“Perdón, Cariño” the blonde chuckled, “It’s just, all this for a cone?”

You pouted, and the captain shook your shoulder slightly, giving them a squeeze.

“You’ve just been promoted to one of the best clubs in the world, you’re fitting in really well, you’ve got potential and Mapi is basically your mentor already, but you’re worried about one failed tackle?” she questioned with a smirk.

You hid your face in your hands. It seemed so stupid said like that, and you felt so embarrassed and vulnerable. Alexia got up, clutching your hand in hers to pull you with her.

“Come on, Diablilla, let’s go get changed before activation begins, sí? ” she awkwardly patted your head and started dragging you toward the locker room. “Oh and, I think Mapi is going to want to see your cardboard soon again, apparently she has many ideas for pictures” she said, her voice mixed with amusement and disapproval while you chuckled.

Alexia really did find you very endearing, and she knew the whole team felt the same way. They just needed to make you understand. It seemed really well timed when Mapi saw you walking in the tunnel and pulled you into her arms.

Her arms squish you into her body, and you give her a weak laugh. When Mapi pulls back and sees traces of tears on your face, she frowns. “¿Estás bien?” she asks you, her face full of concern.

“Better now,” you answer truthfully.

“Actually, Mapi,” you begin, “I wanted to say, thank you. For what you wrote, on the cardboard…You know.” you voice is low and when your eyes meet, you shy away.

When you look back to her though, she’s got a smile going up to her ears, her eyes sparkling. The brunette pinches your cheeks, surprising you.

“Well, look at you being all emotional?” Her voice is full of playfulness and you can tell she’s not going to spot annoying you.

“Mapi! Stop!” you squeal. You two bicker the whole way to the locker room, pushing each other.

She puts her arm over your shoulder and pinches the back of your neck with her thumb and index. “I’m just doing mentor duty, Cariño,” she smirks.

“You’re supposed to be the mature one!” you whine after she tickles you for the third time.

Alexia smiles profoundly seeing you two walking in front of her. You looked so shaken up when she had seen you on the field, she wasn’t sure anything she might tell you would help.

You made your way to the door entry, almost running to escape from Mapi’s rough love. You spotted Ingrid and ran to hide behind her.

“Ingrid! Mapi is annoying me!” you fake a pout.

The Norwegian looks surprised at the forward love you show both Mapi and her. But still, she plays into your game, throwing her arms up to take a more protective role.

“María, leave Skrulla alone.” she says sternly.

Mapi sighs, giving up and going to her place, grumbling bad words at the both of you. You just stick your tongue out at the tattooed woman, earning yourself a disapproving look from Irene. But Vicky’s voice shoots up before you can say anything else.

“Oh Mapi, looks like you’re going to sleep on the couch because of the new kid!” Her voice is teasing, making the whole team bark out a laugh.

You made your way to your locker, still snickering from the scene that had just happened. It felt a bit crazy to you, the way your teammates had managed to get you to calm down from your self deprecating state so quickly. Normally, it would take you days of very rough training to get over a mistake like the one you had done yesterday. Yet, Alexia alone had managed to take so much of the weight off of your shoulders. If the captain of the team, one of the most hardworking people you knew, did not see any trouble with what happened yesterday, then you’d trust her.

You reached for your locker, wanting to get changed in some jogging before going to the activation session, as you won’t be playing football. They mainly consisted of cardio and active stretches.

As you turned the lock open, an avalanche of neon orange and yellow fell in your arms. What felt like close to one hundred cones were spilling from your locker, getting everywhere on you and bouncing off the floor as you tried to catch them.

The whole team laughs as you turn around, mouth wide open and still clutching some of the cones against yourself.

“WHO?!” you scream, still shocked.

“Thought you needed extra tackling practice!” Pina manages to say in between wheezes which sends the team crackling even more. You can feel your cheeks heat up.

“That’s karma for making Ingrid tell off Mapi,” Jana adds, not helping your case.

Then it’s Ona who chimes in, “Looks like Diablilla got tricked,” but you hardly hear them, your eyes get caught into Pina's eyes and she bolts.

“She’s so dead!” you yell as you start chasing Pina, who runs away, still clutching at her ribs from laughing too much.

Pina almost manages to run away until she reaches a dead end in the maze of hallways the stadium is. Instead of letting herself be caught, she simply traces back her steps, feinting you so you can’t trap her, and making a beeline for the locker room, again. You chase her, smirking when you realize her mistake, in the locker room, you’ll be able to trap her.

When Pina bursts through the door of the room where most of your teammates are, quickly followed by yourself, you can hear Caro and Irene telling the both of you off.

But your brain doesn’t register it, you’re too focused on wanting to catch the forward. Pina had spotted Alexia and decided to mirror the situation you were previously in with Mapi and Ingrid, except she literally gripped Alexia and threw her at you, using her like some kind of shield. The look on your captain face is laughable, a mix of shock and bewilderment

“¡Madre mía! Pina, Y/n, Para!” the blonde screams in frustration, trying to separate you like two children fighting.

Except the harsh scolding is enough to distract Pina, giving you time to throw yourself at her, wrestling her to the floor.

Neon colors near you grab your attention, so you pick up one of the flat disks and drop it on top of Pina’s head.

“You got cone-ed!” you squeal, your body vibrating with laughter. You step back and look around the room, everybody is wheezing at your banter. Mapi is absolutely dying from the look on Alexia’s face (who still hasn’t recovered from Pina almost sacrificing her to save her skin) and you’re sure the tattooed woman will never let the captain forget.

Salma and Vicky are snickering while filming the both of you. You’re certain it’s going to be posted on the official fcb account, but you’re laughing so much you can’t bring yourself to be bothered.

Irene shakes her head, “Dios Mío, these kids are more tiring than Mateo.” But the smile tugging at her lips tells you she doesn’t really mean it.

“So, you are all going to inhale for 5 seconds, hold it in for 5 seconds, and then exhale for 5 seconds, we’re going to do it together. Remember to keep your eyes closed.” The yoga teacher said with what she probably thought was a soothing voice.

Apparently, in the weekly recovery session, yoga classes were mandatory. They happened after the activation training, which the coaches probably hoped would help the team settle before yoga. You had gotten through the actual yoga positions well enough. But they were followed by a few minutes of meditation, much to your dismay. Staying still and keeping your mouth close was not something you had ever been good at. Especially not while trying to “clear your thoughts away”. You were sitting in the lotus position, looking around, fully aware you were disrespecting what the instructor had said mere seconds ago.

You audibly sighed when you realized all the women had their eyes closed, deeply uninterested in doing anything else than the breathing exercise. Unfortunately for you, your sigh was heard by Alexia, who opened one eye to shoot daggers at you. You quickly turned your head and shut your eyes. You’d have never guessed the Catalan woman to be so into meditation.

“We’ll redo the same thing, but now, you are going to release all the tension in your body when you exhale,” the teacher continued to dictate.

The collective noise of inhaling was loud in the room full of tranquility.

Suddenly, a piercing screech broke the peacefulness.

“AAAAAAAAAH” you just couldn’t help it, the tension had escaped your body, without meaning to, in a very dramatic way. You froze, not daring to open your eyes and the whole team stilled.

“What was that?!” Mapi exclaimed herself, her voice breaking the silence quickly followed by a snort.

“Did someone just exorcise a demon?” Jana said, faking being scared.

“Someone isn’t feeling very zen,” said Ingrid with an amused voice as she elbowed you in the ribs barely holding in her laughter.

You opened your eyes to see the whole team staring at you, the teacher looked bewildered. You felt yourself sink in the mushy mat, “I didn’t mean to!” you mumbled weakly.

“It’s called the scream it out method! Very trendy,” Pina said, leaning against Patri stile cracking up and you shot her a glare. She was pushing her luck today, and the smirk she gave you confirmed it. The prank war was on.

Even Alexia couldn’t help herself, “That’s certainly not in a yoga manual.”

You let yourself flop back on the mat as you heavily groaned.

“Though I’m sure the tension did leave her body,” replied Frido. You stared at her trying to look annoyed, but the Swedish woman just shrugged, still laughing.

Mapi had apparently managed to calm herself. She had gotten up to plop down next to you. Her eyes were mischievous when said “Why would you just release tension when you can traumatize the entire team by screaming?” and even you couldn’t hold back a chuckle with how proud she looked about her joke.

The “traumatized” team seemed in a very nice mood, all cracking up more as the team continued to pile their jokes on you. You covered your face with your hand, still slightly embarrassed but the chuckle of the whole team made you feel better.

Alexia got up, clapping to get everyone’s attention. “Alright, we’ll stretch out a bit more and then we’re done for the day. And no more screaming, Cariño” she said with a stare. You nodded, giving her an embarrassed smile.

“Wait, that’s all she gets? Last time I did something like that, you made me run 10 laps!” Pina added, looking astonished.

“Only one of us can be the favourite!” you replied. Irene, who was walking behind you, gave you a soft tap on the back of the head making you wince.

“That’s child abuse,” you deadpanned and Irene choked back a snort, giving you a judgmental look.

Mapi and you were exchanging about various defending strategies while you rolled your calves on the foam, frowning when it hit a particular tense spot. The Spaniard was leaning into Ingrid while the Norwegian was chatting with Frido.

The team was scattered into multiple different friend groups and you couldn’t quite believe you had lucked out in the middle of defender heaven. You would have spent more time fangirling about it in your head if you hadn’t been struck with the smartest plan ever.

You knew you wanted to take vengeance for Pina’s prank, but Alexia and Irene, as good captains, were keeping a close eye on you, apparently feeling your prankster aura. But they underestimated your brain, and what you were capable of, really. What was better than being able to mess with someone without them knowing you’d be the one doing it? Ok, tackling an opponent was better. But still, your idea was pretty cool.

A mischievous smile took over your lips as you opened your phone, logging into your fan account to start editing a meme. Once satisfied, you set a timer so it would publish in 10 minutes.

You raised your eyes from the screen to see Mapi staring at you, she was squinting and her head was tilted.

“What is our little Diablilla planning again?” she said with a smirk, loud enough for the two Scandinavians to look at you, raising an eyebrow.

“You’re imagining things, Mapi.” you tried to secure your voice as much as possible. You realized using the fan account and posting while surrounded by the team was risky. But you knew nobody has seen you, and with the delayed post? They wouldn’t figure it out. So you placed your phone on the ground, and joined Frido’s and Ingrid’s conversation. You knew both women (all three of them, really) loved coffee, so you couldn’t help yourself when you heard they were speaking about coffee shops.

“Oh! Do you guys know that one place around the corner? I used to go there before practice when I was at La Masia,” you started rambling.

It didn’t seem to bother them though, instead, the women were listening attentively to your story about what you called “the best coffee in the world”. They were so interested in fact, that you all decided you’d go there together tomorrow, and you couldn’t hide the gigantic smile on your face.

The coffee talk was interrupted by Frido’s phone pinging, she picked up the phone, eyes sparkling with interest.

“New post from the TacklerCulers account!” she announced and Ingrid quickly leaned over her shoulder to be able to see the screen.

tacklerculers

posted 36 seconds ago… liked by 259 others.

TacklerCulers: Everybody hold their boots! Pinagoal or, should I say, Spongeboal?

Both women burst out laughing and threw the phone at Mapi so the both of you could have a look too.

“You have to see this!” Ingrid had blurted out between chuckles.

Mapi had looked at them with a curious expression, until her face had changed into one of pure happiness, her eyes crinkling.

“Pina! You’ve been turned into a meme now!” Mapi called out, making the small spanish come running toward you. You gave a knowing chuckle. God, this was even better than you had planned.

“…I don’t know if I should be flattered or annoyed?” she said after being blessed by the sight of that meme.

“Definitely flattered,” you said as innocently as possible, “This is a work of art.”

“This feels like a hate crime.” she shot back, frowning at you.

Frido is laughing harder when she chimes in “It’s already trending, wait till people start showing up to matches with posters of this.” Her statement made Pina frown, putting her hand on her forehead dramatically.

“Actually Pina, that’s really what you looked like,” you add quickly with a smirk.

“Who even runs this account?” the forward shriek, and her eyes narrow at you.

“I’m not brilliant enough I fear,” you reply trying to seem sincere, but you can’t help feeling a cold sweat running down your neck, making the hair stand up, alert.

A few other players had seen the commotion and had come to check it out, eyes full of curiosity. Patri was laughing hard when Frido had tilted the phone to show her.

“The resemblance is uncanny,” she observed.

“I hate you all.” Pina blurted out, sending the whole group gasping for air.

You clutch at your belly from how painful it is to laugh so much. You’re not even trying to hide the fact you’re full on snorting in a loud, uncontrollable way. The joy is warm in your body, filling it delightfully. You’re overwhelmed by a sense of freedom you hadn’t felt in a while, and maybe everything would be ok, after all.

[greyspirehollow]

Vesuvia weekly ; First kiss with the courtiers 🎉

Pairing : The courtiers x reader

Fandom : The Arcana visual novel

Warnings : none. Just fluff.

Valdemar:

You're the one who initiated the idea of a kiss. You had noticed how affectionate gestures didn't come out naturally or often on their part (at least not in the conventional way) ; and so you wanted to try and gently suggest it.

Confused at first ; They had forgotten what a kiss felt like, or how to do it properly.

They will need to practice by just kissing your cheek from time to time, just to get used to the way they need to purse their lips and the feeling of something against them.

A week or two later, they will gently grab you by the arm and drag you somewhere quiet ; they will slightly push you against the wall, their eyes never leaving yours as they paused, and eventually, they lean in carefully to meet your lips with their own

it's pretty calculated and thought out to begin with, almost mechanical. You didn't blame them ; it must have been a while. As they part away, you gently whisper : "try not to think about it. Go with the feeling..."

And you both go in for another one. This time, they manage to make their lips dance with yours softly for a while, before parting away. You could swear their cheeks had tinted in a warmer hue than usual.

Vulgora:

uhm... Force.

Prepare to have your breath taken away.

They are the one who brought up the idea. Ever since you've been together, you've had your fair share of energetic and violent displays of affection. Whether it was carrying you around while chuckling like a madman or threatening anyone that made you upset ; or having your cheeks pampered with tons of kisses when no one was looking.

They are all jumpy when you agree to come with them in a less crowded corner. They look at you with a wide excited toothy grin as you rest your hands onto their shoulders and start to lean in. You barely have time to process it ; their lips crash into yours with passion.

It's heated and full of energy, yet you can sense they're afraid that it might be a bit too much for you. That doesn't stop them from kissing you so agressively ; but not aggressive in the painful sense, more the overwhelming way. They are so excited, have so much love to give you that they can't think of any other way to convey it all.

Once your lips part, you gasp for air, looking at them, baffled. You know they were a handful, but damn. Not that you minded. "Phew, that was... That was something else." you breathe out, their contagious grin spreading across your own face. Before you know it, your face is getting attacked with kisses again.

Will brag about it in an argument ; "AND I KISS MY PARTNER SO WELL THEY'RE ALWAYS BREATHLESS AFTERWARDS, TWAT!!" or something similar.

Vlastomil:

He has kissed before, he's just not exceptional at it. He's not bad at it, don't make me say what I didn't say ; he's simply good.

You nearly brought up the idea at the same time ; and yet none of you said it out loud. One night, sitting next to each other, you just looked at one another and leaned in at the same time, closing your eyes and meeting your lips with surprising harmony in your timing. This was the moment. This was right. It's as if things had fallen into place : nothing pushed you or held you back.

His lips are surprisingly soft. You'd expected them to at least tingle because of their little beard, but not even. They were a tad moist, but that was to be expected.

Once your lips part you can't help but look fondly into each other's eyes, your hands intertwined, as you just let the moment sink in.

Volta:

The idea had been swirling around in her head for a while now. But she never brought it up. She was much too shy. Holding hands was already making a stuttering mess out of her, so a kiss?? It doesn't mean she doesn't want to, it just flusters her beyond what's reasonable.

When you bring it up to her, the sweet potato will go bright red, nod, and look at you with big expectant eyes.

You have to lean down to bring yourself to her level and she has to be on her tippy toes to reach you. She'll close her eyes tightly, purse her lips and go in for a smooch. It doesn't last too long, maybe half a second, but it seems to be enough for her.

She'll never dare to do anything too involved in terms of kisses, so take it slow with her. But after that, she will tug at your sleeve and timidly ask for a kiss more often (and how the hell could you even think about denying her?).

Valerius:

The most skilled out of everyone. And believe it or not, you didn't even have to think about introducing him to the idea. Ever since you've confessed to him, he knew he would kiss you. And that didn't seem to be negociable. But when would be the right time...?

It was during a party. Just a small annual gathering. But he'd noticed how the nobles seemed to gravitate around you. He didn't like that one bit. He frowned, walking towards your little group, before swiftly snatching you away with a defty hand to your waist and a kiss to your lips

Oh. Gods. You had not expected that at all. His lips linger on yours, the warm taste of wine sweeping across your mouth as he moves his against yours. You can't help but hold onto his shoulders, closing your eyes and savoring the moment. The other nobles, after a while, seemingly uncomfortable, leave you and the Consul alone.

After your lips part, you look at him with a cheeky grin "Did Lucio teach you?", you ask. He groaned, rolled his eyes and swirled his wine before taking a sip out of it "I taught Lucio" he replies, avoiding looking at your eyes.

[imagines--galore]

hey, first of all, hope you're doing okay!

personally, i'm obsessed with villain!reader fics, so maybe, could you write peter parker x villain!reader? could be any peter you want! just a lot of sexual tension, and a little smut too...? thank you, i love you and your writings!! 😁😁

Pairing: TASM!Peter Parker x Reader Rating || Genres || Warnings: M. Romance. Yes there is smut. Those under 18 do NOT proceed. A/N: Oooooooooo love me some villain x hero romance :3 Also I picked TASM Peter Parker because well, he deserves love ok?!?! And I need a cold shower after writing that. Phew! Also! I listened to Take My Breath Away by Berlin, and I just think it fit so WELL with the setting of the entire prompt.

It was hopeless.

He was a hero. You were a villain.

A hero and a villain.

That's what the two of you were.

On the opposite side of things.

You weren't exactly a high-profile villain, more of a hired burglar. With your ability to turn invisible and create force fields, you were the perfect candidate for carrying out burglaries that people preferred would go undetected.

You had come to be known as Obake, the Japanese word for ghost.

Though you had used your abilities for your own advantage when you were a teen, you had soon learned that it was better to have someone else pay you using your abilities. You had started to make quite the name for yourself in the underground world. And your steal streak had been spotless.

Until the night you met Spiderman.

You had been in the process of acquiring some jewelry from the safe of a well to do family and had only just stepped out on the roof when you had been startled by a human hanging upside down in front of you.

He had greeted you, to which you had thrown a punch. He had dodged, making some hilarious comment to which you had snapped back. The two of you had exchanged punches, kicks and quips for a good few minutes. Just as you were trying to one-up one another in the physical sense, it also translated to your battle of wits.

Insults, call-outs, making comments, everything was on the table. Just no name calling, you both were civilized people after all.

That first fight he had won, retrieved the jewels and left you bound in spiderweb to be collected by the police.

Which was why the next time you encountered him, you did not hold back and won, making away with the loot and leaving behind a stunned and slightly humiliated hero.

After that all your exchanges had been heated, charged almost, as if the both of you would rather see the other humiliated then anything else.

It wasn't until the third or perhaps fourth encounter that it had all culminated into something........more.

                                             ————————–

You groaned loudly as your back collided with the wall behind you. Slightly dazed you took a few moment before standing up once more and glowering at the figure in front of you.

"That all you got?" You goaded the hero, watching as he tensed and prepared to fight you once more. You were quicker this time.

Throwing out your leg, the heel of your boot caught him in the shoulder, sending him flying back just as he had done you. You were panting heavily as you took a running leap and jumped in the air. Spiderman rolled out of the way of your landing point, which would've been right in the face. "Stop squirming you little worm!" You exclaimed, starting to get frustrated.

"Worm! The name is Spiderman! Spider! Honestly at least do me the courtesy of remembering my name while you're trying to pummel me." He responded as he blocked one of your punches only to throw one at your face as well.

Spinning you quickly dodged his punch with a swipe of your arm. "I'll show you that courtesy when you act like a gentleman and stay still so I can punch you." You retorted, throwing forward a force field to try and push him back. But he only jumped out of the way, prompting you to let out an angry growl.

Whatever he had been about to say was cut off with the sudden appearance of several armed men. The both of you paused, unsure of whose side they were on as they all pointed guns in both your direction.

"Give back what you stole." One of them said, prompting you to drop in a fighting stance, already planning your escape route. "This was supposed to be a party of two, gentlemen. It was rather rude of you to crash it." Spiderman's voice came from behind you, prompting you to roll your eyes at him. Unaware to both the hero and the men, you created a force field around you and Spiderman.

And not a moment too soon.

Suddenly the room was echoing with the sounds of bullets being fired. Spiderman had moved to jump out of the line of fire, only to crash into your force field.

You grunted, trying your best to keep the force field up despite the multiple bullets ricocheting off the surface. "Did you just save me?!" Spiderman asked, his voice betraying his surprise as he came to stand next to you.

"You can thank me later."

The bullets were bouncing off the force field and flying in every direction. They managed to hit several of the gunmen, making them drop to the ground as they howled with pain.

Once the attack had subsided you lowered the shield, looking around at the injured men as they clutched at their bleeding wounds. At least the ones that were still alive. "Well that was eventful!" Spiderman stated, looking around as well.

You gave him a look, unaware that a gunman right behind you had found enough strength in him to lift his gun and pull the trigger.

It all happened in a single moment.

You felt Spiderman tense in front of you, saw him leap forward and wrap one arm around your waist, while the other one flew up to shoot a web which he used to pull the both of you upwards.

The bullet just grazed the tips of your shoes as it went flying right where your chest had been not a second ago.

Once you managed to gather your wits, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, and didn't protest as he swung the both of you away from the place of attack.

He stopped once there were several buildings between both of you and the gunmen. He lowered you to the ground but still kept his arm around you. "Are you hurt?" He asked, watching as you tried to gather your breath after your first time swinging with him like that.

Finally, you looked at him, the white of your domino mask wide. "Y-you saved me?" He actually scratched the back of his head as he shrugged. "Well, you saved me." He retorted as a way of arguing back. "Guess we saved one another."

Your arms were still locked around his shoulders, and his were around your waist. And the both of you were close.

Very very close.

He was the one who leaned forward first, pressing what you assume were his lips against your own. The fabric of his mask came in the way, but for a brief moment you felt the warmth of his breath against your lips before he pulled back again.

You didn't know what compelled you to do what you did next. But he certainly didn't stop you. Your arms shifted as your fingers found the edge of his mask and pushed the fabric up to reveal his mouth.

You were only given a moment to take in the newly revealed skin. To marvel at how pink his lips were, before he descended on you once more. There was no semblance of softness in the kiss. It was heated to it's very core. Not to mention messy.

Your bodies almost appeared to be glued together as you kissed. He bit your lip, prompting you to catch his tongue and suck. Neither of you were shy when it came to exploring the other's body. Even through the costume you picked up on just how fit he was.

"M-maybe we should-" Whatever he had been about to say was cut off when you jumped up to wrap your legs around his waist and kiss him once more. You bit his lip, taking his soft gasp of surprise as an invitation to explore his mouth with your tongue.

He walked forward, your back hitting the wall, as he returned the kiss with just as much aggression as you showed it. "Just shut up Spidey." You advised into his mouth. He only moaned in agreement, his hands greedily mapping out your curves, before settling under your ass and squeezing slightly.

The act was one you hadn't been expected, prompting you to pull back from the kiss. As soon as he was free, Spiderman busied his lips with sucking, licking and biting the exposed skin of your neck, collar and shoulders. The design of your costume left little to the imagination, yet was still classy enough to not have you being mistaken for an easy lay.

Your fingers gripped the fabric at the back of his mask, yanking his head back so you could better access his bare chin and jaw. Given that he was fully costumed, you would just have to make do with what you had. Your lips latched on to a small area just under his chin and began to suck and bite. Seems you were intent on leaving behind a mark. And he let you.

And once you had had your fill, his gloved fingers came to grip the hair at the back of your head and pull you back. Your mouth released his skin with a loud pop.

"Shit." You whimpered as he ran his teeth along your collarbones, your chest heaving, feeling strained and tight against the fabric of your top. A small cry left your swollen lips as he bit your earlobe, before running his tongue along the smarting skin. The act was enough to compel you to thrust your hips against his, earning a low groan from the hero.

He continued to map your skin with kisses and bites, leaving behind several red patches of skin. Your hands had continued to run along the length of his body, and you could tell he loved it.

So lost were the two of you in your embrace that it was the sound of a nearby police siren that had him pulling away.

With heaving chests and swollen lips, the two of you stared at one another. Slowly he set you back down and stepped away. You suddenly felt very cold at not having his warm body so close to your own. He readjusted his mask, while you straightened your clothes.

Spiderman glanced back at you, and you stared back. But then you blinked, and he was gone.

                                             ————————–

Your next encounter would be more then you bargained for.

It had all the makings of a good heist movie.

There was a masquerade ball, villains milling all around, and a safe somewhere in the gorgeous mansion that had something in it with your name on it.

You had dressed carefully for the event, styling yourself to appear as one of the many elite villains that shook hands with the senators, mayors, politicians, and businessmen. They were all in league, which you didn't find surprising. The entire point of the masquerade was to make connections without knowing who the other person was.

And it also provided you with the opportunity to carry out your job. No one had hired you to do it, it had been more of a personal affair.

A girl had to eat in-between jobs.

You were sipping on a champagne flute, watching and waiting for the right moment to slip away. The dress you wore had more then a few men approach you with a proposition. And the mask you had adorned, only added to your allure. Which you denied of course. You weren't about to let anyone distract you from your true intentions.

Finally, you were able to slip out of the ballroom, and once making sure no one saw you, you began to steal your way through the darkened empty hallways. You had already memorized the blueprints of the mansion, but it took you some time to navigate your way through the seemingly endless hallways.

But you managed to find your way just fine. And once the safe was empty, the jewelry inside tucked away in the voluminous fabric of your dress, you gave yourself a metaphorical pat on the back on a job well done, and began to make your way back to the Ballroom.

                                             ————————–

However, as you walked back, you had a sneaking suspicion that you were being followed.

Quickly activating your powers, you made to conceal yourself in the shadows as you waited for the person to make themselves known.

Said person dropped down from the ceiling landing in a perfect crouch. Your eyes widened at the familiar figure. Though he was dressed in a tuxedo with a simple black mask covering the top half of his face, you knew who it was.

A little peeved that he was there to stop you, you couldn't help but reach into your garter and pull out a small knife which you threw in his direction. Of course, given his reflexes he caught it mid air.

"I know you're there, Obake." He called out, staring in your general direction. With a sigh you stepped out, allowing yourself to be visible to him as you did. You didn't miss the way he completely went still at your appearance. Ruby painted lips pulled in a smug smile as you shifted where you stood, being sure your leg was completely visible where there was a slit in your dress. "I didn't know you attended Villain parties, Spidey." You said, enjoying how his gaze traveled the length of your exposed leg. You would be lying if you didn't say that having him be completely mesmerized by your appearance didn't stroke your ego a little bit.

"Well I have to bust out my acting chops every now and then to do some spy work. Can't let you always play dress up." He reached up to straighten his bow tie, leaving it even more crooked then it was before. You shook your head, before approaching him. Reaching up you straightened his bow tie, allowing the tips of your fingers to teasingly graze against the exposed skin of his throat.

This had to be the most you had seen him. Your fingers slipped from his throat, only for your hands to come to a rest on his chest.

Your gazes locked and neither of you could look away.

This was the first time your eyes locked without the white lenses of your masks in the way.

Which meant it was the first time you were seeing his eyes and he was seeing yours.

They were brown. A dark brown that had a softness to it that you had never seen in eyes before. They captivated you, and despite your best efforts to look away you just couldn't.

Then again he wasn't any better. He was staring back at you with just as much fascination as you felt.

You would've thought your brain would be too frazzled to make a remark. "Who knew you had such pretty eyes under that mask Spidey." You heard yourself say, the corner of your mouth pulling up in half a smile.

"Its my true superpower." He quipped back his voice sounding breathless. Maybe he was remembering the kiss the both of you had shared not too long ago?

Suddenly he stiffened. His eyes drifted to a spot above your shoulder. His hands came up to grasp your arms as he pulled you into a darkened corner. "Someone's coming." He said.

You could simply turn both him and yourself invisible. It was easy enough to do.

"Maybe if we pretend we were just sneaking off to make out or something, they won't notice us." You whispered. His hands still gripped your shoulders as he looked at you. Suddenly feeling foolish for even suggesting it, you made to shake your head and opened your mouth to tell him to disregard what you had just said.

You were unable to do so, when he suddenly pulled you flush against him and joined your lips in a dance they had done once before.

It was as if something flipped inside you and your body knew exactly what it had to do. Your arms wound around his shoulders. His hands were roaming whatever he could touch. And wherever he did, your skin burned under your dress. You shuddered as he continued to stroke along the length of your body.

Your fingers snaked up to grip his hair. It was so soft, prompting you to dig your nails into his scalp. He let out a loud groan when you did that, causing you to smile against his lips. But he got his revenge when he caught a patch of your skin between his teeth and began to stroke it with his tongue. Your legs nearly gave out from under you when he did that.

But he didn't stop there.

Taking advantage of the very very low neck of the dress he continued to travel downwards, his mouth and tongue stroking every inch of skin as he went. His hands found the slit in your dress, which he pushed aside to reveal your bare leg to him. Somehow you found yourself with your back against the wall, with Spiderman kneeling in front of you with his lips pressing kisses all along the length of your leg.

Heat coiled in your stomach and threatened to release at any moment. But you held it in check. As his mouth ascended, you found yourself wishing that the both of you were in another location. A location where this could go further.

All the way.

Once his mouth reached your thigh, you reached down to pull him back up by his hair. He wasted no time to fuse your lips together once more, tongues battling for dominance as you tried your best to make this moment last as long as you could.

You felt someone pass behind you. They didn't even give a glance in your direction before they disappeared around the corner.

Spidey was the first one to pull back. His hair was tousled, his mask a little lopsided. His eyes still held that cloud of lust which you were sure hung in your eyes as well. Your red lipstick had bled all around his mouth, prompting you to reach out and gently try to rub it away with your thumb.

You stopped though, once you caught sight of the look he was giving you. There was an almost feverish look in his eyes as he held your gaze. Even if you wanted to turn away, you couldn't.

Leaning forward you watched as he turned his head, as if physically restraining himself from kissing you anymore. But that was not your plan.

Instead your warm lips found his neck. Placing a sensual kiss against his warm skin, and leaving behind an imprint of your red lips. You didn't pause, instead you continued to leave kisses along his neck. You only pulled back once you were sure you had imprinted on every inch of his neck and jaw. A deep sigh, one full of longing, escaped your parted lips as your fingers stroked along the sharp cut of his jaw.

"One of these days, we will have to finish what we start." He whispered to which you gave a wry smile. "A little too confident are we Spidey?" You responded, to which he smiled back at you. Still you leaned up to whisper something in his ear. He gave you a startled look, but you only winked at him before disappearing from his arms.

                                             ————————–

The curtains were drawn, but the floor to ceiling windows were open, allowing the soft sheer fabric to flutter in the breeze. There was only a little moonlight, enough to allow you to see where you walked, but dark enough that all you could make out were the silhouettes of everything around you.

You were still in your dress from earlier that evening, though you had taken off your heels, jewelry, mask and makeup. You were seated at the vanity, lost in thought and absentmindedly running a brush through your hair as you did. Your mind was occupied by the thoughts of a certain spider-themed hero.

You hadn't been able to not think of your first kiss with him. It had excited you in ways you had never been before. Had sparked a flame in you that had only ever simmered in the past.

When you were with Spiderman, it ignited into a raging inferno.

A ridiculous notion, and yet you could not stop thinking about him since that day. Perhaps that was why you had kissed him tonight once more. You had been curious to know if it was a one time thing. But when he had kissed you back, you couldn't help but want more.

And you still wanted more.

Which was why you had whispered a location and a name in his ear before parting.

The sound of someone landing on the balcony outside alerted you to his presence. You didn't need to turn around to confirm who it was. You knew his footfalls by heart by now. You closed your eyes, breathing deeply to calm your suddenly racing heart.

You felt him come to a stop behind you.

"I didn't think you'd come." You said, your voice barely above a whisper as you felt bare fingers run along the side of your shoulder. Was he still wearing his tux?

"Its rude to keep a lady waiting." He responded, his voice much lower then you had ever heard before. His fingers played with the side of your dress, before slowly lowering it down to expose your shoulder. You stood up, turning around to face him. In the darkened room you couldn't make out his face, but you knew he had removed his mask as well.

Your fingers found his bow tie which you undid, before slowly starting to unbutton his shirt. "As delicious as you looked wearing the tux, I think I prefer you in red and blue." You whispered softly to him, undoing the final button and watching as he shrugged out of both his shirt and his jacket, leaving his torso bare.

"I, however, prefer this dress." He whispered before he took a step forward to run a finger down the length of your exposed skin at the front. "But at the moment, I would prefer you out of it." His words prompted you to reach behind and pull down the zipper of the dress. Given the heavy fabric of the skirts it dropped to the floor, pooling around you.

He inhaled a sharp breath, and you could only imagine how his brown eyes would roam your naked body. You had forgone a bra, since the dress came with one sewn in it. So all that left you in was a pair of silk panties that were beginning to get very very uncomfortable against your burning skin.

Your hands made quick work of his belt, before he pushed down his trousers and took off his shoes and socks, leaving him in just his boxer shorts.

For a few moments, the both of you simply stood there.

There was just something so intimate about that moment. Standing in the dark, naked. You didn't even know his name, and yet here you were, trusting him completely in that moment. Just as he trusted you.

You were the first to reach out, and he took your hand, slowly pulling you close. Your mind was clouded with need, so much so that you nearly missed when he whispered something.

"Peter."

You paused for a brief moment, before you let out a soft laugh. "Y/n. But you already knew that." You were referring to the fact that you had already told him your first name.

Your arms were around one another, and your lips picked up from where they had left off. The last of your barriers slipped away and all that remained was you and him.

In that moment nothing else mattered.

Not the fact that you were a thief and he was a hero. Not the fact that you knew next to nothing about him, just as he knew nothing about you.

As his mouth pressed greedy and hurried kisses all along the side of your neck before descending to the top of your breasts all sense of thought and common sense, whatever was left of it, abandoned you completely.

With how close your bodies were pressed against one another, you could feel him against you. And that only served you to spur him on. A firm pull on his shoulder, and you allowed yourself to fall back on top of the bed just behind you. In a moment Peter was above you, caging you with his arms as he turned his attention to the rest of your body.

With every brush of his hand and his mouth, you arched against him, content on simply laying there and enjoying the attention he showered you with. You would return the favor in due time, but for now, it seemed he was much eager to please you. Probably a male thing.

Not that you were complaining.

The final garment you wore was slipped off, as did his. Your eyes followed as he crawled above you. You reached up to kiss him, arching your body against his to tease him further. Your hands roamed his chest, and you let out a small moan of desire when you felt his sculpted body under your fingers.

Oh you would definitely have fun with him later.

For now though, your bodies pressed together in an embrace that had both of you reaching the height of your passion. You called out to him, clawing at his back as he took you. On his part, he moaned your name against your lips, panting, his entire body shuddering with the effort to stop himself from getting to rough.

Although once you yanked at his hair and threatened to leave him high and dry if he didn't stop holding back, he let go.

You had no idea what happened next. All you felt was an agonizing yet delicious heat coursing through your veins, as your body arched underneath him. Your nails dug into his back, as his name fell from your lips like a broken prayer. Over and over and over. Your head spun at the intensity of your pinnacle, but that didn't stop you from seeking out his lips and kissing him messily, teeth and tongue.

Your bodies were covered in sweat from your excursions, but neither of you were willing to pull away. At least not completely.

You didn't know what the future would bring for the both of you, but as you lay in his arms in the aftermath of your coupling you found you didn't really care.

Whatever would come, or wouldn't come, you were ready to fight for it. And as Peter pressed one final kiss to the top of your head, you know he would too.

[chanothy]

Light Shinning Is The Blue Mirror

Episode Four

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MU :: …huh? Did i hear it wrong?

MU :: Just now, when he saw us he went “ugh”

MILLER :: HUh?! The cat spoke?!

MILLER :: Wow.. They’re a freaky bunch with a talking cat.

MILLERS :: This is why i hate filthy demon butlers

MU :: ………………

MU :: ugh… I have never regretted being able to understand human language more than i do now.

[Come on, Mu]

I  heard in advance that he would behave in a “unpleasant manner” i was prepared for it, but…

Sir Miller’s attitude was exactly, “The attitude of a typical noble towards a demon butler”

However, his attitude would only hinder Lucas’ and the others negotiation

As i stroke Mu’s head i try to calm my mind

[(Patients, patients)]

LUCAS :: Come on, Mr.Miller… Please don’t be so rude

LUCAS :: Sir Finley is very worried

MILLER :: Hmph, as i said in the beginning, i have no intention of leaving the mansion

MILLER :: Since it was my uncle’s order, i had no choice but to allow the interview.  But to begin with, i am of a different status than you guys.

MILLER :: Just benign able to exchange words with you like this is an honor you all don’t deserve

NAC :: Yes, yes. Of course, i understand

LONO :: …wow…how can i put this…

LONO :: Apparently he’s been a recluse ever since his parents died.  At first i felt a bit sorry for him

LONO :: …The moment i met him, my impression changed.  In fact, it’s negative

LONO :: I mean, if he’s like that… wouldn't it be better for the world if he wasn’t allowed outside the mansion?

MU :: ….I think so too

[Uh, well, calm down…]

MILLER :: hey you guys! WHat are you whispering about?

MILLER :: It is strictly forbidden to talk in font of the master.  Even though you are a servant, you don’t know such common sense?

LONO :: (...I’m not your servant)

NAC :: My apologies, Mr/Miller…I’m late in introductions

NAC:: This person is not a servant… Their our Master

MILLER :: …yeah? This person?

MILLER :: Nac has been praising them for hours, calling them ‘beautiful’.  That master?

MILLER :: ……………….

[....Sorry…]

NAC :: Hehe… There’s nothing to apologise for Aruji-sama

NAC :: Being too beautiful is not a sin.

NAC :: You are so beautiful… even Lord Miller seems to be at a loss for words.

MILLER :: That can’t be true.  The difference was so huge that i was at a loss for words.

MILLER :: With so much praise, you’d think some amazing person would emerge. But…

MILLER :: It seems his words were exaggerated.

[....sorry….]

NAC :: ……….huh

NAC :: I see, i see…. Those are your last words…

MILLER :: huh…?

LUCAS :: Hey, Nac-Kun? Calm down

LUCAS :: In situations like this, first take a deep breath

NAC :: Oh, yeah… it was..

NAC :: To control you ranger…. Take a deep breath and count to six, right…?

NAC :: So…

NAC :: 1…2…3…4…5…6

NAC :: Phew,,, now, Mr.Miller

NAC :: (takes out weapons) …Are you prepared?

MILLER :: Huh…?

LUCAS :: Nac-kun…! Let’s put away our weapons for now.

LUCAS :: (Nac-Kun… i understand your feelings well though )

LUCAS :: (If you take action now…you’ll end up causing trouble for our Aruji-sama)

LUCAS :: (If you’re serious about it… you need to wait a while and do it in a way that won’t arouse suspicion)

NAC ::( …! Yes that’s true…)

NAC :: Hehe… i’m very sorry, Mr.Miller

NAC :: When it comes to my Aruji-sama… i tend to be a little indiscriminate 

NAC :: Please forgive my rudeness

MILLER :: Hmm, hmm… !  It’s good enough if i understand

MILLER :: First of all, you guys… isn’t it your job to take me outside?

MILLER :: If you upset me, you will end up upsetting my uncle… Don’t forget that!

LUCAS :: Yes, of course, i am fully aware of this

MILLER :: Seriously.. All this pointless talking has made me thirsty 

MILLER :: Bring me some good wine and some snack first! We’ll talk after that.

LUCAS :: Understood, Mr.Miller

LUCAS :: Today i’ve brought along some of the best wine and one of the best chefs in the central region

LUCAS :: I’m sure it will live up to your expectations

LUCAS :: Well then, Lono-kun, i;m counting on you

LONO :: …Okay then, i’ll use the manion’s kitchen 

MILLER :: That’s fine.  However, i won’t accept anything but the best cuisine

MILLER :: Remember, the palate of a nobleman is much more refined than that of a commander!

LONO :: …..ugh……

NAC :: We’ll set the table and the dishes

[I’ll help too]

Along with Lono, who looked clearly less motivated… we headed to the mansions kitchen

[dialovers-translations]

Diabolik Lovers LOST EDEN ー Carla Dark [03]

ー The scene starts in the saloon

Yui: ( Oh? There’s someone in the saloon. Carla-san...? )

???: Y-You arrived just on time!

Yui: Eh? Um, are you talking to me...?

( It wasn’t Carla-san. Who is this man...!? )

???: You live here, don’t you? Could you please arrange a meeting with the Founder King for me!?

Yui: Eh...?

Vibora A: We want him to help out our Vibora Clan!

Yui: ( ...So this must be one of those Demons pressing Carla-san for help, huh? )

( I’m surprised he made it this far when Shin-kun is supposed to send them all away... )

Vibora A: All I want is a few minutes with him! Let me meet the Founder King, please!

Yui: No, even if you say that, Iーー

Vibora A: Hey, I’m begging you! I swear, a couple of minutes are all I need!

Yui: ( ...! He’s steadily moving closer. I better run...! )

I-I’m sorry...Now if you’d excuse me. 

ー She turns around

Vibora A: ...! Wait!

ー He goes after her

*Thud* 

Yui: Ow...!

( He grabbed my arm...! )

Vibora A: I’m sick and tired of being sent back empty-handed! Today I shall have him see me, no matter what!

*Rustle rustle* 

Yui: ...Let me go, please, let go...!

( Oh no, there’s no way I can shake this guy off...! )

???: Let go of her.

Yui: ( Eh? This voice...Ah! )

ー Carla pulls her away from the Vibora

*Rustle* 

Yui: Carla-san...!

( He saved me by pulling me to his side...! )

Carla: What on earth are you doing?

Vibora A: The Founder King...! Please, lend those powers of yours to our Clan...!

Carla: My powers, you say? You have some nerve to say that.

You used brute force to try and impose your will on this young lady just now, did you not?

I would never do something so audacious when I am trying to seek aid from another person.

Vibora A: ...!?

Carla: I do not know how you think about it, but I would not even consider listening to someone who lacks such common sense.

Leave. Do not dare set foot inside Banmaden ever again.

Yui: ( Carla-san...Even though his tone is composed, he comes across as incredibly intimidating... )

Carla: ーー I believe it would be wise to disappear from my sight now that you are still alive?

Vibora A: ...!

ー The Vibora makes a run for it

Yui: ( He dashed off at full speed... )

U-Um...Carla-san! Thank you so much for helping me out...!

Carla: ...Che.

Yui: Eh...?

( For some reason, he seems very much upset... )

ー Carla steps closer

*Rustle rustle* 

Yui: Kyah!?

*Thud* 

Carla: Let us go.

Yui: ( Eh...!? Why am being lifted into the air...? )

ー The scene shifts to the guest room

*Thud* 

Yui: Ah!

( He threw me on the bed... )

C-Carla-san, what are you...!

Carla: Show me your arm.

*Rustle rustle* 

Yui: Eh? Aah...!

( His fangs are sinking into my arm... )

Carla: Nn...Nnh...

Yui: ...Why would you do this all of a sudden...?

Carla: ...You truly do not get it?

*Rustle*

Yui: Ah, ah...

( ...He’s being so intense, as if he’s trying to suck everything out of me alongside my blood... )

Carla: It should not be that difficult to figure out when you think back to what happened to you, no...?

Yui: Eh...?

Carla: He grabbed hold of your arm, did he not? Therefore, I have to cleanse you.

...What do you say? Are you glad?

Selection

→ Of course (M)

Yui: Yes...Of course...

Carla: Heh...How honest of you. Well then, I shall continue sucking your blood until you are completely clean again.

Hah...Nnh...Nn...Phew...

Yui: ...!

( His fangs are thrusting deep inside...I can feel the heat radiating through my whole body... )

Carla: ...Your blood exists only for me.

...I am the only one who can purify it as well...Do not forget that, okay...? Nnh...Nn...

Yui: Y-Yes...

( Carla-san’s fangs...How could I ever forget them...? )

→ But... (S)

Yui: But, that’s just...I don’t need to be...cleansed...

Carla: ...I beg your pardon...?

Yui: I mean, it’s not like he sucked my blood or anything...

Carla: Hah...Kuh...Nnh...! This proves how ignorant you truly are...! Nn...

Yui: Aah...!

( Oh no...! It’s too much, I can’t even breathe...! )

Carla-san...Sto...p...Please...!

Carla: And why should I have to listen to you...!

You truly are naive...Even if they did not feed off you, you have been tainted. 

You cannot believe me when I tell you that you need to be cleansed...?

Heh...Then allow the pain rushing through your body to teach you instead...Nn...Hah...Kuh...Nnh...!

Yui: Aaaah...!!

( The place where he’s biting me feels as if it has been set on fire...! )

Carla: Just let my fangs do all the work. Understand...?

Yui: O-Okay...

Carla: You are a Founder’s woman...It would be outrageous for some other Demon to touch you.

...No need to try and fix the situation yourself. Next time, simply call me. ーー Okay? 

Yui: Okay...Will do.

Carla: Heh...Look at that meek expression. I suppose I shall give you my fangs a little longer then. Nn, phew...

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー 

[musinghotline]

MILGRAM TRIAL 2 MVs : Sentence Starters

Lyrics from the second trial music videos of the MILGRAM project! Feel free to change as needed.

"Don't leave me alone."

"I want to be by your side."

"Why was I born this way?"

"I will definitely make you love me again!"

"It wasn't a mistake, I wasn't wrong!"

"Hug me again as you once did."

"Can I be your favorite this time?"

"Am I still innocent?"

"Poor naive little girl? That's so off the mark."

"Don't measure me against your morality."

"Just shut it, would you, you know-it-all?"

"Innocent? I'm so not that."

"Who needs your self-righteous pardon?"

"Where'd you get your half-baked sense of justice?"

"So nauseating... so creepy... Will you please disappear?"

"Is it all okay if I offer penance?"

"The fight's up here!"

"Come up to the ring and face me!"

"Should I succumb and make your wish come true?"

"Full of yourselves, are you?"

"Just one mistake, and I'm out of chances."

"Bless me, please, with one more chance."

"Tears aren't enough, there's no way it's going to end."

"There's no solace for my heart."

"Are both sides losers?"

"I told you, I'm the queen."

"Don't you think it's wonderful to control them with my gentle sting?"

"If you betray me out of jealousy, you know what's gonna happen to you."

"It's not my fault. I am absolutely right."

"I am innocent, as everyone desires."

"Sorry for hurting you, but I didn't mean it."

"Don't hate me."

"I can't take it anymore. I surrender."

"Now I see, the world is cruel and merciless."

"See? I'm indispensable."

"I yearn to be found guilty."

"In that case, give me the chance to make amends."

"I want to be innocent... I want to live!"

"I don't yet know the correct answer, but there are lives that need saving."

"I can't even breathe anymore."

"It's okay for everyone else, but not for me."

"If you won't tell me, I can't be me."

"This can't go on, something's got to give."

"I even love saying the words I love you!"

"My emotions are out of control!"

"That's inconvenient? I don't care!"

"Tell me, why won't you just accept me?"

"I don't need anyone else, as long as I have you."

"I could do anything as long as it made you smile."

"If I could see you again, I wonder, what would I say and how?"

"I know I have no right, crossed and covered in sin."

"Why can't I just do it right?"

"Lie, until it gets better."

"Since when have I ignored my feelings?"

"It's better to be a let down than to be let down yourself."

"So it's wrong? Oh, shove that!"

"It's for the sake of true love- who wouldn't lie for that?"

"Phew, oh wow, I'm drunk."

"Hey, if I said I like-liked you, what would you do?"

"I gotta keep it inside and act."

"I realize the futility, but I still can't help but dream."

"I can't stop, I can't be normal."

"This feeling can't be gratified."

"Let's take a breather."

"To be caressed by you, that would be perfection."

"I want to be loved, just like a cat."

"We must not give in to them, they are the ones that should be judged."

"With pure, unsullied body and soul, let us preach all that is true and right!"

"That makes them doubtlessly, clearly, absolutely, unequivocally, beyond any doubt, GUILTY!"

"Eyes corrupted must be crushed."

"So nary a sound can be uttered again, I'll crush your throat too."

"It's now your turn to give that hopeless apology."

"Here and now, it's my turn to tear you apart."

"I'll give back the judgment that you gave to me."

"You're sorry? I don't care!"

"Please go ahead and die already."

"Remember my cries, my repents, my apologies?"

"I've got you, leave it to me!"

"Doesn't matter if you wished for it or not, you can't get rid of me now."

"Just the two of us- relieved, aren't you?"

"I'll protect us."

"All I did was dream, and that's what you found guilty?"

"Hey now, I saved you, right? So why the hell are you crying?"

"Hoist me up as your savior."

"You're already broken."

"I'll take it all on."

"Some days are hard, but... I'm doing alright, don't worry."

"Come to know me as an honest man."

"Hey, I just wanted to save you, so why did it come to this?"

"If only I were never born, if only..."

"I'm so sorry."

"Isn't it so ridiculous?"

"Bringing back the cocky hero again? How embarrassing."

"Who don't we want? Give me the verdicts."

"Don't you dare stop now!"

"I want a reason for judgment and execution."

"Give me the next target."

"Sympathy is useless."

"Hate evil as the evil that it is."

"Come on, rely on me."

"They're still here, it grates me."

[maddieautobot273]

Silk & Cologne (11)

A Miguel O’Hara x OC Series - Link on AO3 (X)

Chapter 11 - Rehearsal - previous chapter (X) 

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x Female OC

Words: 3.2K words 

Warnings: PG for slight rough-housing

Summary: Lisa starts her first real day on her dance team while Miguel tries to deny his feelings. 

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I was jogging down the streets of the city the following morning, heading over to the dance studio. I had slept in a few minutes later than I wanted to, so I quickly changed into my dance clothes at the apartment before leaving. I was still making good progress to make it there in time. Until I noticed the missed messages by Miguel on my Gizmo. 

6 Unread messages - 11:07pm 

“Crap!” I cursed harshly under my breath. 

I hid in an empty alley, making sure I was far enough from anyone hearing me before setting up a video call with Miguel. 

“Miguel, hey, I’m so sorry I didn’t see your messages last night,” I grimaced. 

“It’s fine, Lisa, you were asleep, I know,” Miguel reassured me as his face was looking at other monitors. 

“Phew, thanks, sorry again— Wait, how would you know?” I asked him, the gears turning in my head before it clicked. “Were you in my apartment last night?!” 

That caught Miguel’s attention as his face completely turned to face me through the screen. “I didn’t mean it like—“ he sighed tiredly, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Yes, I was there last night. I didn’t stay long,” 

“Were you worried about me?” I asked him with a curious gaze. “You didn’t watch me sleep did you?” 

“Briefly,” Lyla commented with a sly look on her face as she hovered near Miguel. “I wanted to wake you, but he wanted to let you sleep,”

Miguel shot Lyla a look that silently told her to shut up causing me to both gawk at the man at the idea of him watching me sleep, but also snicker at his reaction. Lyla sure loved to cause drama. 

“I was concerned why you weren’t answering my messages,” he clarified, shaking a finger at me. “There’s a difference,” 

I hummed at his answer, not quite buying it. “Admit it Miguel, you’re starting to break out of your shell and warm up to me. Even just a little,” 

He shook his head, rolling his eyes. “If anything, I find you tolerable, at best, Kendrick,” he jabbed before his lips formed a faint smirk. 

“Alright, if it puts us on good terms still, tolerable it is,” I grinned back at him.

“Oooh, what is this tension I’m sensing here?” Lyla wiggled her brows at Miguel, her heart shaped lens of her glasses glaring in the light. 

“Lyla, please!” Miguel scoffed at her. 

I laughed at their interaction before calming myself down, moving back to the topic at hand. “What did you want to talk to me about?” 

“I installed an upgrade to your Gizmo, courtesy of Lyla,” he explained, showing me a small hologram on the side of the screen. “It will send gentle, non-radioactive pulses through your body to help keep your powers in check while in your dimension,” 

“This will definitely come in handy,” I smiled in relief. “Thank you, Lyla,” 

“You’re welcome!” She chirped happily. 

I smirked over at Miguel, “You too, Miguel,” 

“It’s no trouble at all,” Miguel played it off, but I could see the small bashful blush that faintly stained his cheeks. “Don’t you need to be somewhere?” 

“Dance practice, right, thanks again, Miguel!” I waved at him again. 

“Hey, be careful—!” Miguel stressed before I ended the call. 

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Miguel’s P.O.V. 

Miguel sighed, chuckling tiredly to himself as the video call ended abruptly as he resumed his work on the other monitors. “That woman just can’t stay still,”

“But she has a point,” Lyla sang as she sat on Miguel’s shoulder, her face cupping her chin as she leaned against her knee. 

“About what?” Miguel humored her. Big mistake. 

“You are warming up to her,” Lyla grinned. 

“So what?” Miguel rolled his eyes. 

“This is a big deal, Miguel, I haven’t seen you light up this much since–” Lyla’s voice trailed off as she noticed one of the monitors Miguel was looking at. It was Gabriella. He had gifted her a new soccer ball that day. She was so happy too. 

“You’re gonna finish that sentence?” Miguel challenged her as he glanced her way before shaking his head. “I didn’t think so,” 

“Come on, Miguel, you know what I mean,” Lyla rolled her eyes as she hovered away from his shoulder, pausing the video feed as she blipped in front of him. “Lisa seems nice. Just talk to her,” 

Miguel stopped what he was doing as he looked down at Lyla. He sighed heavily, eyes closed. “You saw what happened when I interfered with one dimension. I’m not risking that again,”

“But–” Lyla was ready to continue until she stopped when Miguel gave her a stern glare. 

“I’m not talking about this, Lyla. End of discussion,” Miguel stated as he turned away from her. 

“I’ve seen the way you look at her, you know,” Lyla spoke up with a knowing smile. 

Miguel stopped, barely offering Lyla a side glance as he began to leave his lab. He hated that she was right. 

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Lisa’s P.O.V. 

I ran back out into the street and continued my jog to the dance studio. I couldn’t feel the web build up as strongly as before, meaning the upgrade to my Gizmo was working as intended. After running for a while, I found the dance studio, sighing in relief when I noticed the time on my watch and realized that I had made it.  

I packed my bag in the locker, grabbing a towel and my water bottle as I made my way into the main studio. A lot of the dancers had already arrived, talking amongst themselves, scattered in their own little groups and cliques. It looks like some of them had taken the time to hang out and get to know one another over the course of the week after orientation. 

Had I not been bitten by a radioactive spider from a different dimension and discovered that multiple spider superheroes were real, I probably would have done the same. An unplanned cannon event. I felt like I was the new kid in school all over again. 

“Hey, Lisa!” 

I snapped out of my funk, hearing someone call my name. I looked over to a group of dancers, two girls and two guys. One of the girls waved me over. She had dark skin with beautiful black curls wearing a matching lululemon sports bra and leggings. 

“You’re sitting with us today!”

I offered her a polite smile as I walked over towards the group. The other girl was light skinned with blonde hair in a bob cut wearing sweatpants with a sweater tied around her waist and a T-shirt that was slightly large for her size. The two guys appeared to be twins. Born of Asian descent, they wore matching outfits. Baggy pants and tank tops. 

“Thanks,” I sat with the group, squeezing in between the two girls. “I recognize some of you from orientation,” 

“I’m Kasey,” the dark skinned woman introduced herself before pointing out the others. “This is Hannah and the twins, Toya and Touga,” 

“Hiya,” the twins greeted me in unison before glaring at each other, each of them opening their mouths to speak but then quickly shutting them when the other was going to. “Stop copying me!” 

They continued to bicker amongst themselves as Hannah laughed softly before looking over at me. “Don’t mind them. They’ve been like this for years,”

“Oh,” my eyes lit up at the statement, surprised. “You’re all friends?” 

“I’ve known them since middle school. Always getting on each others nerves,” Hannah shook her head like she was mocking her younger siblings. “It’s honestly adorable sometimes,” 

“Adorable? I’m cute at best!” Toya pouted. 

“Not with that exfoliation cream you’re not,” Touga snarked. “You’re blinding me, bruh!” 

“Oh, I’ll show you blinding, smartass,” Toya growled as the pair tussled. 

“Boys, boys, you’re both pretty! Please do not fight in front of our new friend!” Hannah pleaded. 

“Coach will set them straight when they get here,” Kasey shook her head before looking over at me with a kind smile. 

“How do you know them?” I asked. 

“I’m the newbie to the bunch,” Kasey flashed me a peace sign, “We can be newbies together,” 

“Sounds good,” I smiled. “So what’s with the seating arrangements?” 

“You didn’t see? There was a group chart tapped to the door on the way in. It was there when the first dancers started piling in,” Kasey raised a curious brow at me as she pointed back at the door. 

“I was in a rush thinking I would be late so I didn’t see it,” I rubbed the back of my neck, my cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

“Aahhh, the goodie-two shoes type I see,” Kasey flashed me a grin before she broke out into laughter. “I’m just kidding, that was me during orientation. I moved here over a year ago and I still feel like I’m learning my way around the city,” 

I was going to ask Kasey why she moved before a whistle caught my ear as all eyes turned to our dance coach as they entered the room. 

“Alright, everyone, listen up!” Hands on her hips, she had a commanding presence as she smiled smugly at everyone. “Normally for first practice I’d have everyone introduce themselves but over the weekend I received a very interesting request from the mayor,” 

Her gaze looked out into the small sea of talented dancers before her, there was an almost intimidating glare in her eyes. 

“The mayor has selected our studio to join in on the entertainment festivities of the Marvel Day celebration that is coming up on Mother’s Day weekend next month,” Coach announced. 

Gasps and excited murmurs quickly filled the room as the dancers looked upon one another excitedly. I could feel some excitement tingling in my bones too. Not only would I get to show my mom around the city, but she’d get to see me perform too? 

“Now to make things a little more interesting, I placed you all into groups of who I’d believe would best play off one another,” Coach smiled as she walked over to the side, reaching behind the sound system as she pulled out a top hat. She shaked it, showing off small pieces of scrap paper inside. “Plus, inside this hat are all of the requested gigs and venues our studio has been asked to collaborate and perform with. Each team will pick a ���captain’ and they will come up and draw a gig at random,”

The excitement intensified as I watched Toya and Touga fist bump and punch each other's shoulders, Hannah bubbling in anticipation. Kasey shot me a playful wink as I smiled. 

“Pick a captain and once everyone is ready, I’ll call you up to select your project,” Coach snickered. “Talk about a team building exercise,” 

Our team huddled up in a circle, glancing between one another. “How should we decide who gets to be captain?” I asked. 

“Um, rock, paper, scissors for it?” Hannah suggested. 

“I’m game!” Toya beamed. “Touga sucks at it, so it’s an easy win for me,” 

“I do not!” Touga gawked at his twin, smacking him in the back of the head. 

“Seems fair to me, let’s do that,” Kasey nodded. We all brought our fists up to the center of the circle, “Everyone ready?”

We nodded, setting the palms of our other hands below our weapon. 

“Rock, paper, scissors, shoot!” 

We repeated the action multiple times, somehow all of us predicting the same gesture. Until finally there was a victor. 

“Looks like it’s Lisa!” Hannah cheered. 

“Huh?” My eyes widened as I looked at the results and sure enough, she was right. I was the winner. “Are you sure you want it to be me?”

“We just you, girl, listen to your gut,” Kasey smiled as both Toya and Touga offered eager nodes of encouragement. 

“Well, if you think I’ll be a good leader, I’ll give it a shot,” I nodded firmly. 

“We’ll follow your lead captain, sir!” Touga proclaimed as he saluted me, coughing when Toya nudged his side. “Erm, ma’am!”

I giggled at their antics. It looked like I had a very welcoming and eager team on my side. When it looked like the other groups had selected their captains, Coach called us all to attention. “Alright, I’ll call your group up one by one and your captain’s will come up and pick out their paper. Oh, and I’ll be assigning your team a codename to better manage your comings and goings with your progress,” 

More murmurs bubbled across the room as each group waited for them to be called up.

“Group A, come up,” Coach pointed out the group as their team captain, a blonde male stood up and made his way over towards her. 

All eyes were on him as he reached into the hat and rummaged through the pile before pulling a piece out and opening it, revealing the contents inside. Coach snickered as she read the paper. 

“Alright, team Star-Spangled Banners, you will be back up dancers for the charity showings of Rogers: The Musical on Broadway,”

Excited cheers erupted as the team celebrated and everyone else applauded them. It looked like some of these gigs were really huge events. I was starting to really underestimate how big Marvel Day was going to be. It sounded like it was going to be a huge deal. 

Coach called up more team captains as they got their gigs and team names. S.H.I.E.L.D. Agents would be dancers on the Helicarrier float during the opening and closing ceremony parades, the Asgardians would be collaborating a routine with the New York Knicks cheer squad during their playoff game, the Fantastic Four would be hosting a performance for the Make A Wish kids at the science center, and the Mutants would be part of a street performance at Times Square. 

Finally, our team was up next. Coach called us up as Kasey playfully motioned for me to move. I stood up, walking over to Coach as I tried to shake off the knowing feeling that all eyes were on me. I looked into the hat, reaching over and and took out a piece of paper and showed it to her,”

“Okay then,” She grinned happily. “Team Web-Slingers, you will be the main stage dancers performing DJ METRO BOOMIN’s new song he wrote specifically for the event, at the Statue of Liberty,” 

A chorus of applause erupted from the other dancers as they congratulated our group. I could tell by the look on my fellow teammates' faces that we had hit the jackpot. After the last few groups for their names and gigs, the rest of the session was dedicated to warm ups and basic choreography practice and free styling, (so we could actually dance today) and allow the groups to start plotting. 

We were coming to the end of the day, the five of us in the locker room grabbing our personal belongings. 

“Hey, do you think they’d close down the area while they’re making the Cap shield for the statue?” Hannah spoke up. “I was thinking we could scout the place to see how big the stage would be?” 

“That’s a great idea, Hannah,” I beamed, smiling at her. “What time does it close?” 

“Oh, crap, if we wanna go, we should go like now,” Toya swore as he looked up the venue on his phone. “They’re closing in a few hours,” 

“Then let’s hurry and grab the next ferry there!” Kasey exclaimed as she slammed her locker door closed. “Come on!” 

There was this excitable energy about Kasey that I found addicting as she grabbed my wrist and pulled me along, the rest of the group following us. We ran out of the studio and jogged down the street. Touga whistled loudly, doing a perfect Brooklyn accent as he waved a taxi. “AY YO TAXI!”

We all climbed inside, the driver not caring that Toya laid across mine, Hannah, and his brother Touga’s lap as Kasey jumped in the front seat and directed him to our destination. Hannah brought out her phone and angled it to score a photo of us all.

“I’m totally using this as our wallpaper for our group chat,” she giggled and before I could even speak, I had received a Facebook messenger invite. How did she find me that fast?! 

I could tell this was going to be a lot of fun. 

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Earth-1997 - Oscorp 

It has been over a week since the Justice Department ordered the closure of Oscorp’s collider experiments after the explosive incident that left dozens of people injured. 

After the death of their long time business partner and father, Harry Osborn, the newest CEO of Oscorp was left with picking up the pieces of continuing his father’s hidden project under the legal radar. 

Spider-Man had caused his family enough pain and now he just found out there were more of them? Possible scores of them? It made his blood boil. More so in the chaos of it all, one of their test products in trying to recreate Spider-Man’s powers fell through into another dimension and infected someone, biting them. 

Harry huffed as he sat in his darkly lit office. His phone rang as he reached over and answered it, “Yes?” 

“Mr. Osborn, your contact is ready for your meeting,” his secretary spoke through the phone. 

“Thank you, Karen,” Harry hung up the phone before standing up from his chair, adjusting his tie. 

He walked over to the back of his office where a large family portrait hung on the wall. He reached up and pressed a hidden button on the emblem of his father’s tie and the painting pulled back, revealing a hidden doorway. He stepped inside, the secret door shutting behind him. 

At first there was darkness. Then a green holographic screen appeared before him. The person on the other end was pixelated and shrouded in darkness, hiding their identity. 

“Any updates?” Harry asked. 

“The target’s powers have begun to develop. I witnessed it during their training with the other Spider’s and a mock battle against their leader, Miguel O’Hara,” the spy spoke. 

“Hmm,” Harry hummed as he cupped his chin. “That’s quicker than I anticipated,” 

“Their unique power appears to be a hypnosis. She can control a webbed individual’s reaction with her singing voice,” they explained. 

“Singing?” Harry repeated, almost as if he didn’t hear them properly. 

“Yes, it appears the unique properties you applied in your experiments proved your hypothesis true. The radioactive serum you recreated with your dimensions Spider-Man’s blood appears to enhance the individual’s core strength and talents,” 

“What of your part in all of this?” Harry asked. 

“Miguel is starting to suspect there may be a mole in his Society, but I’m leading his investigators on a wild goose chase. By the time they realize it’s me pulling the strings, it will be too late,” the spy reassured them. 

“Good. I want that girl's power for our control. I don’t care what you need to do to make that happen, destroy her universe for all I care,” Harry ordered. 

“It will be done boss,” the spy purred. “Just be a little more patient with me,”

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[heavenlyhoundoom]

Blood Brothers.(Final part)

(Moondrop arrives at the Arcana Hunters' headquarters and hides behind a tree).

Moondrop in thought: (How am I gonna get into the building?)

M.B: You should-

Moondrop in thought: (I know you're gonna say I should make a bloodbath out of the guards and there's no way I'm doing that!)

M.B: I'm just saying that it's the easiest solution.

Moondrop in thought: (Well, the easiest solution isn't always the best solution).

M.B: Grrr...Whatever.

Moondrop: (I know, I can run into a feral cockroach end enter the ventilation).

(Moondrop does just that and ends up in the kitchen).

Moondrop: I'm in, now where could they be keeping Blossom?

Human chef: There will be no feral cockroaches in my kitchen!

(Moondrop looks up to see a the chef was about to spray him with feral bug killer).

Moondrop in thought: Oh, shit!

(Moondrop uses his vampire agility to avoid the spray and fly away from the kitchen).

Human chef: Get back here!

(Moondrop ends up in a random hallway).

Moondrop: Phew, that was close.

(Moondrop suddenly senses a lizard walking up behind him).

Hierophant: (smug) Well, well, well, looks like you aren't the only one who can use magic, Moondrop.

Moondrop: How did you know it was me!?

Hierophant: Because I casted a spell on myself that allows me to sense when a vampire is nearby.

Moondrop: No, I mean how did you know it was me, specifically?

Hierophant: Because I recognized your voice.

Moondrop: Where are you keeping Blossom!?

Hierophant: She's being fixed in the reeducation room on the top floor, but you'll never make it in time!

Moondrop: We'll see about that!

(They both change back to their original forms, they then start using magic with Moondrop using it to get to Blossom and Hierophant using it to keep Moondrop from getting to Blossom, with Hierophant getting the upper hand. He pulls out his stake sword).

Hierophant:(menacing) Any last words, Moondrop?...

Moondrop: Yes.

Hierophant: What are these last words?

Moondrop: Blossom, I'm sorry I couldn't save you, and dad, I hope to reunite with you in Heaven...

(Hierophant pauses in shock).

Hierophant:(sad) You're dad is dead too?

Moondrop: (uncomfortable) He died in the Great War of Magic when I was thirteen, I never got over it and it still negatively effects me this day...

Hierophant: What was his name?

Moondrop: His name was Oswald.

Hierophant: What a coincidence, my old name was also Oswald.

Moondrop: Really?

Hierophant: Yeah, but I hated that name because it reminded me of my abusive mother because it was the name she gave me, so I changed it to Hierophant a year after I joined the Arcana Hunters. My dad, Maurice was the only loving person I had in my life until he was brutally killed by a group of vampires when I was ten...

(It flashes back to the night Maurice died, The two were walking back home from a childhood friend's house when they were jumped by a group of vampires).

Maurice: Oswald, you need to hide.

Oswald(H): But dad, I don't want to leave you!

Maurice: Please Oswald, it's too dangerous for you to stay.

Oswald(H): Will you be okay?

(Maurice takes a deep breath, gives Oswald(H) a weak smile, and hugs him for the last time).

Maurice: I'm not going down without a fight, Oswald...

(Oswald hides in an alleyway and watches the vampires tear his dad apart from a distance, which would obviously be traumatizing. He came out when the cost was clear and runs back home when he gets back, and his mom angrily confronts him).

Abigail: What the fuck took you so long, and where the Hell is your dad!?

Oswald(H):(crying) We were walking home and dad was ripped apart by vampires!

Abigail: Well, it's your fault for being outside at night, this could've easily been avoided if you just stayed home!

Oswald(H):(crying) I'm sorry, mom!!!

Abigail: Oswald?

Oswald(H): Yes, mom?

Abigail: Let this be a lesson that all vampires are evil.

Oswald(H): I promise, I've learned my lesson.

(It cuts back to the present).

Hierophant: I've hated vampires ever since, and looking back at it know, I think it's because of my dad being killed by vampires and my mom telling me that it was a lesson that all vampires are evil.

Moondrop:(empathy) I'm so sorry...

(There was a moment of silence until Hierophant pulled out his radio to tell the hunters trying to brainwash Blossom to abort the mission).

Hierophant: Hey, Empress, I want you to stop Blossom's reeducation.

Empress: Thank God, because we've been actually fighting to get her to stare at the screen this whole time.

Monty: Come on little possum, just look at the screen.

Blossom: For the last time, I won't let you brainwash me!

Empress: Monty, stop.

Monty: Why?

Empress: Because, Hierophant order us to stop.

Monty: Okay.

(Monty unstraps Blossom from the chair as Empress turns of the screen).

Empress: We turned off the screen.

Hierophant: Good, now who wants to be the new leader?

Empress: What do you mean?

Hierophant: I'm resigning to reevaluate my life choices.

Empress: Are you serious?

Hierophant: Yes.

Empress: Well, Freddy has always wanted to be the leader.

Hierophant: Alright, then he's the new leader.

Empress: Hey, Freddy.

Freddy: Yeah?

Empress: Hierophant says you're the new leader.

Freddy: Finally!

Hierophant: But before you're leader, I want you to reunite Blossom with Moondrop.

Empress: What, why!?

Hierophant: Because I finally moved past my internalized hatred towards vampires and realized that not all of them are evil.

Empress: Okay, if you say so.

(Empress, let's Blossom and Moondrop leave, when Sundrop shows up with Astra, Finn, Jake Marceline, Simon, Lulu, and Leo).

Astra: Don't worry, Moony, we're here to help you now!

Sundrop: Mom, it seems Moondrop already won.

Astra: Oh...

Lulu: How did you win.

Moondrop: I sneaked past the guards, dodged a chef's bug spray, and-

Hierophant: Helped me moved past my vampire hatred and get over my dad's death, but I still think I'll need therapy to get over my mother's abuse.

Lulu: I hope you'll get over that.

Hierophant: Me too...

Blossom: Thank you for saving me, Moondrop...

Moondrop: You're welcome, Blossom...

(Moondrop starts blushing and forgets what he was gonna ask Blossom).

Blossom: Moondrop?

Moondrop:(blushing) Yes?

Blossom: Could you please turn me into a vampire?

(Moondrop blushes harder).

Moondrop:(flustered) W-what?...

Blossom: I want us to be together forever.

Moondrop: Blossom, I've wanted to turn you ever since we met, but wanted to take this slow and wait after I proposed, but holding back this desire felt like it was killing me.

Blossom: Well, you don't have to wait any longer, turn me, and we'll be together forever...

Moondrop: Okay, this might hurt for a bit, but then it will be soothing.

Blossom:(playfully) Oh, just start drinking.

(Hierophant covers his eyes, as he still doesn't like seeing people get bit. Moondrop eyes turn red as he positions his head into a good neck bite position and gently starts sucking Blossom's blood).

Blossom: Oh, Moondrop...

M.B: Look at my vessel finally getting some blood.

Moondrop in thought: (Her blood has to be the best thing I ever tasted, and it feels so good pouring down my throat, is this because I love her?

M.B: That and the fact that the foods and drinks we se her consume help increase blood quality.

Moondrop in thought: (Well, that explains why she was seen eating and drinking those specific things).

Blossom: Moondrop, I'm feeling lightheaded.

(Moondrop snaps out of his trance and licks her bite mark Blossom falls asleep as the vampirism kicked in).

Moondrop: Sleep well, Blossom, for when you wake, we'll get to spend an eternity together...

(Blossom wakes up after three hours at the village as a vampire).

Moondrop: Evening, Sweetie.

Blossom: Evening, Honey...

(The two kiss, they would start having double dates with Sundrop and Lulu and would even have a double wedding).

Astra: If Dad were here, he would be so proud.

Sundrop: Thanks, mom.

Moondrop: Thank you, mom.

Astra: You're welcome.

(They four would get married and start vampire families).

(The end)

[yeagerdaydreams]

I want porco to rail me till I pass out 💕 he'd be all smug later too, huh? 🥺

PHEW, that man is going to be so god damned smug about it. Having a hard time sleeping? Let him put your ass to sleep. He'd take every last bit of your energy from you. And he's absolutely gonna be smug about it. Man is gonna be so happy with himself once he hears those soft snores.

This was supposed to be a simple thirst post but it got a little out of hand and now it's so much longer AKDFNKSFSHSDFHS. 💀😂

Off To Sleep || P. Galliard x fem!Reader

Genre: 18+, smut, NSFW content, PWP

TW: x fem!Reader, unprotected sex, 18+ content, offensive language (swearing), dirty talk, teasing, fingering, pet names (doll, pretty girl, baby, darling), minors dni

Word Count: 1.1k

You're tossing and turning next to him. There haven't been too many times this week that he's been able to be home. He's spent most of his time with the warrior candidates lately which led to many nights where you had a hard time sleeping. You always had a hard time when he wasn't next to you. Not being able to feel his body lying with you was something that had always kept you up, that sense of security escaping when he wasn't there.

But even tonight you had been having a hard time sleeping. The fact that he was there next to you was doing absolutely nothing. The bed moved around next to you as he rolled over to his side, facing your back. His breath was warm on your neck as he leaned toward you. "Are you awake, doll?"

You took a deep breath, opening your eyes as you stared out the window. "Yeah. I'm awake. I haven't slept a wink yet."

Porco placed his hand on the back of your head, running his fingers through your hair. "I can tell. You're much too antsy. You're never like this." His touch felt safe as his fingers moved forward, down your hip, and over your thighs. "You want me to try to help you out darling?" He hummed in content when your body pushed back into him. "Cause I'm gonna go out on a limb and say that you're ready for some help."

He pushed his hips forward into yours and chuckled deviously. Your thighs squeezed together on his hand as he got farther, his fingers slowly rubbing against the fabric of your panties. You whined softly, fighting back the urge to rock your hips against him. "P-Pock, fuck."

The satisfied sound that fell from his lips when he heard his nickname was like nothing you had ever heard him make. The way it sounded so magical, the way you sounded like you needed him so badly, the way he felt your slick pooling already through the thin material. "Go ahead and tell me what you want, yeah? I know you're waiting for me."

You pushed your hips back again, wiggling them against him for the friction. The way your hips moved so easily, so freely, it had his head spinning. His cock twitched against his sweatpants, a growl filling his chest as he grabbed onto you and pulled you back into the mattress.

Porco's figure hovered over your own, his hands gripping your hips as he captured your lips with his. His kiss was filthy and deep as he used his knee to push your legs apart. The friction of the bulge in his pants rubbing against your core sent shockwaves through your body, a smirk painting his face as you moaned against his lips.

"Mmmm, you like that baby girl. You like the way it feels when my cock pushes between those pretty legs of yours?" He ground his hips against you again, the wetness of your underwear hitting his sweatpants and leaving a small streak. "So wet already and I've barely even touched you. I guess I better use that to my advantage, huh?"

The sight of his hands moving toward the waistband of his sweatpants made another small whine come out. The way the veins in them bulged out, thoughts of the way that they look so perfect wrapped around your neck filling your head. As they pushed down his legs and his cock sprang free he leaned toward you, his hand pushing your panties to the side for him.

Porco lined himself up with your entrance, rubbing the tip of his cock around your core, watching your legs begin to tremble at the feel of it. "P-please, need more." You pushed your hips toward him, desperate to feel him inside you. "F-fill me. Porco, please."

The begging fueled him farther, his hips finally pushing fully forward. They snapped against your own, euphoria flooding you instantly as you felt your limbs starting to weaken. Every stroke of his cock against your walls was unimaginably blissful. You hung onto every grunt and groan that he gave you.

His fingers slid between your legs, rubbing circles on your clit as he pounded himself into you. The extra stimulation had you ready to come undone, the way his fingers moved so agonizingly slow made you want to cry. "You needed me that bad baby? Just can't wait until I fill your tight little hole up. Stuff you so full of my cum."

Every thrust of his hips made another moan escape you, sinful and lewd as you gripped his hips. Your nails dug into him, leaving welts as he sunk himself impossibly deeper into your cunt. Every single roll of his hips is long and deep, the tears now falling from your eyes as his assault on your sensitive bud continues. "My baby's gonna be nice and drunk on my cock, gonna sleep real nice when I'm done with you."

The squeeze of your walls makes his eyes flutter, his head dropping forward for you. "Fuck, I'm so close baby. So fucking close. Not much longer."

You gripped him tighter and shook your head. "Please, s'too good. Inside." The shaky, fucked out voice that you wore for him made him do a double-take, unsure if he heard your words right.

At the thought of being able to let loose in that perfect pussy of yours he nearly combusted on the spot. He's so fucking close, so god damned close to release that it's nearly painful. And he knew that you were too. He brushed his lips over yours and cooed softly. "You're so close darling, why don't you go ahead and let it go, huh? Wanna feel those tight walls milk my cock dry. Go on."

All it took was those words, the way they rolled off his tongue like they were nothing. Like he was just speaking normally. Your cunt clenched around him as praises fill his ears. "So good, fucking hell." Your nails dug into his back and pulled him toward you, your hips rocking at the same pace as his as you rode out your high.

Porco absolutely fell apart as your praises hit him, a strangled sound deep in his chest as he painted your walls white. He collapsed on top of you before rolling to his side and pulling you into him. You fought for breath and placed a hand on his bare chest, your entire body now weak as you closed your eyes. When you looked back up at him you saw the smug look that he wore, completely happy with himself as he saw just how heavy your eyes now were. "Now go ahead and get that ass off to sleep, pretty girl. I know you're ready for it."

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[jaskierswolf]

Battle Cries

Written for @thewitcherbog Horror and the Wild week. You know... to celebrate Ruin coming out? (In our defence we had no idea we'd be getting the new album so soon when we planned)

For my darling @geraltrogerericduhautebellegarde

Summary: Jaskier is getting older and starting to realise he can't go on adventures with Geralt anymore.

Rating: T Pairing: Geraskier (can be platonic or romantic) CW: Getting old, a bit angsty

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“Geralt!” Jaskier laughed as the witcher spurred Roach into a canter and charged off down the path leaving Jaskier in the dust.

Once upon a time, Jaskier might have run after Geralt, but these days his knees ached, and popped whenever he tried. He wasn’t worried though, Geralt would circle back around and trot up behind him, he always did. Until then, Jaskier needed to rest.

“Phew,” he gasped, falling onto the side of the path, feeling the creak in his bones as he sat down. The sun beat down in the clear blue sky, tingling against his skin, warming the back of his neck as he looked down at the pebbles beneath his toes. “Bastard witcher,” he grumbled, pouting as he tucked a lock of greying hair behind his ears.

Gods, he was starting to sound like his dad… no, better than his dad. Fifteen year old Jaskier might have actually been proud to call sixty year old Jaskier his father. He hoped so. After years of fucking around and trailing Geralt around on and off… he was rather proud of who he’d become. The years had been kind to Jaskier, and he’d matured over the last few, settling down in Oxenfurt, and then Novigrad.

Geralt still came to visit and they’d go off on smaller adventures to satisfy Jaskier’s wanderlust. It was nothing like the grand quests of years long past, but he had fun and Geralt had also mellowed with young Ciri in his life. He was kinder now, actually seemed to care about Jaskier’s wellbeing.

When he wasn’t acting like a child and running off on that mare of his.

Jaskier breathed a sigh, his fingers brushing through the long grass at the side of the road. He was so focused on the feel of the blades tickling the palm of his hand, that he didn’t hear the witcher approach, now on foot, leading Roach by her reins.

“That was a heavy sigh, bard,” Geralt raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk on his lips.

“Not a sigh, love, a battle cry,” Jaskier hummed thoughtfully.

“Poetic shit.”

Jaskier huffed a laugh and smiled brightly up at his dearest friend. “Ah, yes, well… occupational hazard I’m afraid. Now, help me up, witcher. My old bones can’t do this alone anymore.” He reached out his hand and Geralt’s fingers wrapped around his wrist, pulling him to his feet with a grunt.

Pain shot through his knees and he let out a soft cry, hand gripping his thigh as he steadied himself.

“Jask?”

“It’s not pain, witcher…” he sighed softly, knowing this would likely be his last adventure with Geralt. It would be library days and fine wine after this. “It’s not pain… it’s applause.”

“That makes no sense,” Geralt grumbled, scooping Jaskier up into his arms as if he weighed nothing at all.

“Oi! Geralt!”

“You’re in pain.”

“Applause, Geralt, applause! My last adventure!” Jaskier cried, almost hitting Geralt in the face. He was so caught up in his own words he didn’t notice the witcher’s arms tense around him.

“Last?”

“Oh… well, yes. I think I might be getting a bit old for this, but you’re not getting rid of me that easily, witcher. It’s not a break up, dear heart… just- just…” he trailed off trying to find the words. “The end of the chapter, nay, the novel, but don’t worry, I have it on good authority there’s a sequel.”

“Hmm,” Geralt grumbled wordlessly.

“A little faith, darling?”

“I don’t like you getting old.”

Golden eyes shone with such overwhelming affection, the teasing smile fading to almost a pout. Geralt looked heartbroken, his fingers catching in the grey of Jaskier’s hair, and Jaskier could only imagine how it must feel; watching your best friend fade before your eyes.

But they had time- he had time.

There were many more years ahead of them before death would come for it and he refused to spend it feeling sorry for himself. “I’m doing fine, love.”

He could see that Geralt didn’t quite agree, but the witcher stayed silent.

For that, Jaskier was grateful. Even he didn’t have the words that witcher needed right now. He doubted anyone would.

So he sighed again, a battle cry from an old man against time.

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[melis-writes]

Eyes like Stars [Bobby Axel x Reader Multi-Chapter, 18+ Smut] Chapter 11 – Obsession.

Read on AO3 / Read Chapter 10 [AO3] / [Tumblr] / Chapter Masterlist. / Fic Playlist.

18+, explicit smut, multi-chapter read.

“I love you too much for anythin’ to ever happen to you, Em.” / “I want you to want me. That’s it. That’s all."

Frustration taken out through lust and arousal, Bobby's neediness and greediness grows, insisting for your attention. With both of your addictions beginning to spiral out of control to different substances just for relief, the sense inside both of you grows that it's not the need for drugs but the emotional attachment you and Bobby have to each other that takes over all other priority. Bobby won't let anything get in the way of his relationship with you–Hotch, Sykes or otherwise, but now finds himself desperate for your constant affection and reassurance.

[WARNINGS]: Oral sex / Heavy smut themes & depictions / Cocaine usage / Consensual high sex / Minor bondage / Blindfolding / Slight/very minor marking/injury mention & depiction / Heavy fluff / Dirty talk.

[AUTHOR'S NOTE]: A chapter that falls in the middle of passionate intimacy and warm affection, Bobby's emotional attachment and need for reassurance from the reader grows. 👀 If it's one way to release built up frustration of any kind, Bobby does it by being eager to tease and please you. Confessing his recent intimate fantasy with you, there's nothing his bandana and a few ties won't do to get heated in bed with one another. The need and greed for one another in this chapter just goes as far to show how intense the affection and feelings the reader and Bobby have with one another, with or without their substance abuse problems. It'll only ever go downhill from here, but towards the ending of this chapter… PHEW!! My personal favourite part to write is all I can say! 😏🥵

Bobby’s release from prison marks the end of his and Helen’s relationship and you find yourself spending more time with Bobby and taking care of him after everything he’s been through. Working and living in Manhattan as a college drop-out, you distance yourself from Helen who Bobby and you take solace with one another in hopes to get out of the toxic lifestyle of drug use—promising each other to start a new life with one another and get clean. Falling in love with Bobby, you experience a mutual, passionate and loving relationship with its own highs and lows that promises to bloom into something more serious but also can threaten to collapse. As Bobby’s new girlfriend, your relationship hangs on a thread with old skeletons coming back into Bobby’s life, relapses, and a new panic on the horizon that threatens to undo it all.

“Don’t touch Emily. Don’t you ever touch her.”

Only when the front door to your apartment suite is shut and locked behind you does the tension and stress relieve off Bobby entirely. 

Even as the two of you are in the privacy of your own home, Bobby squeezes your hand tightly as if it’ll be the last time he’ll ever be able to—as if you’ll fall apart and break underneath him if he lets go.

“I won’t let you do anything to her. You’ll leave Emily alone, ya hear me?”

Confused, flustered, and anxious from what just transpired back at Marcie’s building, you hardly even have time to slip off your shoes or set aside your purse from the moment you and Bobby arrive home. 

“Bobby?” You breathe out, holding onto his hand.

Bobby turns the moment you call his name, looking at you with eyes of worry and almost grief in a sense as if he would crucify himself with blame had Hotch taken you down to the police station or if anything had happened to you.

With no criminal record or history of upsetting the law, you don’t understand—you never have. You don’t know what it’s like to be constantly frisked out on the street when cops are nearby, let alone Hotch. 

You’ve never been on a list of well-known junkies and dealers. You know you’ve never been through anything Bobby has experienced in his life.

Just by the helpless doe-eyed look in Bobby’s eyes, you can sense the worry and pain Bobby’s carried with him all throughout his life on the streets reflecting back onto you.

“There’s nothing wrong with you,” Bobby murmurs, taking a cautious step towards you before cupping your face with his free hand. “Nothing? Do ya hear me?”

You let out a shaky breath, unable to reply back to Bobby as you remain before him stunned by his actions. 

“I won’t let him get to you.” Bobby inhales shakily, stroking your cheek gently as your back presses up against the door. “I won’t let him bother you or chase you around like some—” Bobby grits his teeth, “like some junkie out on the street. I don’t care what he thinks, he can’t touch you. He can’t, he can’t—”

“Bobby.” You speak out, placing your warm hands on top of his. “Bobby, it’s okay. It’s over.”

Bobby swallows hard, his expression softening as his eyes dart over yours to read for a reaction. “I don’t ever want you to get hurt, ‘n not because of me.”

“I haven’t, baby,” you tell him softly. “And I won’t.”

It’s hard to tell who’ll break first. From one moment to the next, instability and a desperate need for affection binds you and Bobby’s relationship together. 

Whether you’re both bound on the next shot of drugs or not doesn’t mean anything. Bobby’s separate addiction to you will kill him faster than anything else, and he’s willing to let it all happen to him.

Bobby’s heart pounds in his chest as the last of his adrenaline surges out through him. The insistent jealousy, the protectiveness, and defensiveness that jumped out the moment Bobby saw Hotch eyeing you have taken a toll on Bobby without him even knowing.

“I won’t let him have you.” Bobby attempts to reassure you, closing off the remaining space between both of you as he presses his forehead onto yours. “I don’t care what he thinks—I don’t care, I don’t care, I don’t care—fucker thinks he’s onto something.” Bobby squeezes his eyes shut for a moment, “he won’t take you away from me.”

“I’m not going anywhere.” You hug Bobby tightly. “Bobby, baby. Look at me. Look at me…” You rub up and down his back reassuringly, embracing your boyfriend warmly. “I’m here.”

“I love you too much for anythin’ to ever happen to you, Em.” Bobby’s throat tightens as he fights off tears. “And not with ‘em fuckin’ narcos out there like that going in for the kill.”

“Has it always been like this?” You can feel Bobby’s hand in yours trembling, prompting you to gently rub your thumb over the back of his hand to soothe Bobby. “No panic, no new dealers but still…?”

“There’s always Santo and that’s enough. You got nothin’, they’re gonna pick on you to get to everyone else.” Bobby admits, gazing back at you as if you aren’t even real before him. “And without him, there ain’t any of us except you.” 

“Me…?” Your eyes widen.  

“Doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter.” Bobby hisses under his breath, seeming pained by just the mention of it. “Because it’s not gonna happen. Nothin’s gonna happen. Fuckin’ Hotch uses anyone and anythin’ to get what he wants, just like he did to Helen and made her tell him everything—”

“I’m not Helen, Bobby.” You squeeze Bobby’s hand back. “I’m not going to do that, ever. I know types like Hotch. I don’t give a shit if he is a narco.”

Bobby blinks back at you, almost taken back by what you said like he didn’t accept it. Instantly believing you, Bobby nods back at you frantically, but it does nothing to ease his worry. “I don’t wanna lose you.”

“And you won’t, just as I don’t want to lose you either.” You feel your eyes beginning to sting with tears.

“C’mere. Come ‘ere, baby.” Bobby’s voice grows breathy and low as he lets go of your hand and cups both of your cheeks with it. 

Bobby’s lips collide over yours in a deep and needy kiss in an instant. He easily gives into you, reveling in every bit of affection and attention you give him even through something as simple as a kiss. 

Your eyes flutter shut as you join Bobby in the kiss and even as his soft, pouty lips pull away from you, Bobby peppers loving kisses all over your cheeks and forehead. 

Both of your bodies are pressed up against each other in mutual clinginess and desire with no intention of pulling away or letting go.

“I love you, I love you,” he murmurs throughout his kisses, letting his lips linger over your skin. “So much, so much… I don’t know why I’m like this.” He swallows hard, burying his face into your neck.

“I love you more than you could ever think, Bobby.” You embrace Bobby tightly, feeling your heart racing in your chest as his lips graze over your neck ever so gently. “T-that’s not going to—” You inhale shakily as Bobby’s hands find their way to your hips, squeezing them. “Ever change…”

“I want you to want me. That’s it. That’s all… Just…” Bobby kneels down, pressing his face against your chest and stomach. “Just stay, o-okay? Don’t go. Don’t…”

“I won’t, baby.” You whisper back, running your hands over Bobby’s shoulders as he continues kissing your body downward greedily. “I won’t. I need you.”

“Say it again.” Bobby roams his hands lovingly down your hips. “Please. I wanna hear you say it again.”

You can’t help but feel an insistent, mutual arousal rush through your body, making your knees weak from Bobby’s touch. “I need you, Bobby. I need you so badly.”

“Emily…” Bobby trails the tip of his nose down to your stomach, inhaling the sweet scent of your perfume before leaving another trail of hot kisses. “I want you so bad, you know that? I have to have you. I have to…” Bobby pulls at your hips, coaxing you down with him. “Have all of you.”

“Bobby, please…” A soft whimper comes out of your mouth as your hands roam through Bobby’s tousled, dark hair—letting your purse fall off your shoulder and hit the floor carelessly. “Please, please.”

“I’ll do anything for you, Emily.” Bobby breathes against your skirt, holding onto your thighs. “Anything. Everything.”

“Promise me?” You gaze down at him with half-open eyes.

“I promise.” Bobby places his hands over the sides of your skirt as he keeps his eyes on you. “Let me make you feel good again. I want to so badly.”

A heavy surge of arousal courses through you as your face flushes red—cheeks burning hot from blush. “Bobby…”

It’s never been something you’ve wanted to refuse or resist; the sensation of Bobby’s hot, wet tongue pressed up against your pussy. Anywhere, anytime—it doesn’t matter to you, and you’d be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t fantasize all the time about Bobby shoving his head into your skirt underneath your desk at work. 

‘Yes, yes, yes…’ You slightly lift your hips from leaning back against the door to hike up your skirt and bunch the fabric up in both hands—tingling with arousal and weakness in your knees.

“Oh yeah…” A lazy grin forms over Bobby’s lips as he pulls the fabric of your panties aside your pussy lips.

Your heart practically feels as if it’ll beat right out of your chest from the lust growing in Bobby’s eyes hearing your pussy lips parting open as you spread your legs open a little.

“I wanna please you all the time. All the time, baby...” Bobby leans his head inward, gazing up at you. “I was waitin’ to get you home—I don’t care. I’ll make you feel good. I want to.”

Every inch of your body begs for Bobby to touch you, and your instant growing arousal towards Bobby no longer surprises you but is deeply mutual with his.

“Bobby…” You let out a soft whine, easily feeling wetness forming in between your legs just from Bobby breathing hotly over your pussy. “Don’t tease me too much, I’m already throbbing.”

If Bobby knew he could, he’d do nothing but fuck, tease and please you all day every day. His libido and insatiable desire for sex is a separate addiction on its own and Bobby doesn’t care. As long as you’re moaning and cumming because of him, he’ll get off to it again and again without hesitation.

“Anything you want, baby.” Bobby rolls his eyes back before cupping his mouth over your pussy—keeping your one thigh spread open as you lean back against the wall for balance while he lifts your other thigh over his shoulder. 

Spontaneous orgasms, unable to wait until you two got to a bed or a couch at least, aching arousal growing in both of you at any given time and a desperate need to fuck and be in each other’s embrace remains to be the pinnacle of your sex life with Bobby.

Your clit instantly aches over Bobby’s tongue as he plants a slobbering kiss between your wet pussy lips and you’re unable to hold back the filthy moan that comes out of your mouth.

Clutching onto Bobby’s hair with one hand and keeping the other against the door to hold your balance, you neither have the opportunity to keep your mouth shut nor the energy to with how your knees begin to feel like jelly.

“Mm,” Bobby squeezes your thigh, his spit easily mixing in with your growing arousal.

There’s a need to fuck, there’s sexual desire and there’s attraction, but all remain relatively shallow compared to how Bobby actually feels towards you. His attraction to you doesn’t stop in the physical sense but a much deeper craving to constantly be with you, laugh with you, make memories with you, and know that you want him in every moment of your life just the way he wants you.

Bobby’s free hand clasps over your ass as he slides his tongue up and down your clit, applying the perfect amount of pleasure to make your legs shake around him.

Bobby’s more than just in love with you and he knows it, even if he came to fall in love with you first for all he knows. He’s in love with pleasing you and making you happy, ignoring any would-be consequences of gladly putting you before himself.

Licking you all over and momentarily glancing up to see your expression writhing with a delicious orgasm building in your gut, Bobby begins to dart his tongue over your wet slit before getting dangerously close to slicking it inside of you.

There’ll always be something between you and Bobby that neither of you can explain. You could never think to yourself you’d find yourself just as addicted to this broken boy as he is to you and the drugs.

“Oh, my G-God!” You cry out, feeling Bobby’s tongue focusing on your clit while he rests his bottom lip and his mouth on the entirety of your pussy, suckling over it. “Bobby! Fuck!”

It’s the lack of healthy emotional attachments you both never truly experienced in your life, let alone ever trusted someone with every aspect of you from your home life to being intimate; comfortable side by side with one another with nothing held back.

“M-more, more…!” Your moans only fuel Bobby to continue keeping up his perfect rhythm and pressure between your legs. He pushes you up against the door harshly, flickering his tongue all over your clit as his spit dribbles off of his lips and chin.

Bobby doesn’t take his frustration out by shooting up or even taking a cigarette break but rather the only way he knows how—through you, in the only way he knows how. It’s always come down to knowing Bobby has you regardless of what happens to him. Nothing else can matter to Bobby.

Eating you out as if he’d been starved, Bobby gladly laps up the sweetness of your wetness dripping onto his tongue. 

There’s an addiction to the sex, your mere presence, the relationship, the affection—anything the two of you can think of when it comes to each other. For once in Bobby’s life, he knows you genuinely care about him; that this isn’t about or for the drugs, that it has nothing to do with Helen or the past.

“Oh, baby.” He only momentarily pulls back to groan out breathily, giving both your thighs a smack before burying his face back into your pussy.

Everything is raw and real, even if you still go to bed at night wondering how you came to this point. How Bobby curls up to you at night, skin against skin as he plants a tiny trail of kisses alongside your bare back. How you wake up to Bobby smiling lazily at you first thing in the morning, finally having a real reason to get up—finally having someone to come home to.

Bobby sucks directly over your clit before pressing his fingers into your inner thighs tenderly. “Bobby, Bobby! I’m gonna—” You whine loudly, tilting your head back against the door as shockwaves of pleasure soar through you, coaxing out your orgasm.

In response to feeling your orgasm approach, Bobby squeezes your thighs harshly and spanks both of them again—digging his nails into your skin.

“Bobby, fuck! Fuck! Uh!” The stimulation from that alone unwinds your orgasm as you groan, squeezing the fabric of your skirt in your fists as your feel yourself cumming against Bobby’s mouth. 

With your climax unwinding, Bobby keeps his mouth against your pussy, grazing his bottom lip to your entrance where he licks up your oozing cum.

“Bobby…” Just from the sight and sensation of that alone, you’d cum twice. Your pussy aches at the intense orgasm that just rang through you as every sensation in your body doubles in sensitivity. 

Bobby pulls his head back, licking off your dripping cum mixed with his spit off your chin. “You taste so good baby,” he lets out a breathy exhale, running his hands down your thighs as you regain your balance.

You give Bobby’s ruffled, messy hair a tug, gazing down at him with half-open eyes as you regain your breath. “The things…you do to me.”

“I want to do more.” Bobby clutches onto your thighs, kneeling up to you. “What do you say, huh, baby?” His hands begin to roam up your blouse before squeezing at your breasts. “Fuck the rest of the day—we’ll just shoot up a little smack and relax together, huh?”

“Please,” you groan softly, your face still flushed red from blushing as Bobby rises back up—keeping his hands over your hips firmly.

 “Come here, baby,” you cup Bobby's cheeks, giving him a full-mouthed kiss. “Mm—” You slowly part your lips back from him, breathing softly against Bobby’s lips. “Just what are you trying to do to me?”

“I wanna make my girl happy—I wanna make her feel good,” Bobby speaks against your lips—his eyes filled with genuine happiness towards you.

You giggle, giving your head a little shake. “Then I guess we’re at odds because I want nothing more than to see you like this. See? You close the door and as soon as we’re in here, nothing out there matters. Not Hotch—” you let out an out of breath laugh, “not Marcie’s landlord either.”

“Just us,” Bobby murmurs to you softly, nodding. “That’s the way I want it. I don’t wanna do nothin’ else or see anyone else. I don’t care.”

“Terrific,” you tell him with a giggle, purposefully using his lingo. “I’m all yours, baby.”

“Terrific,” Bobby repeats with a grin, raising your thighs up and wrapping them around his waist as you gasp out. “I ain’t gonna shoot up anything other than a little high today and you shouldn’t either.”

You squeal, clutching onto Bobby’s shoulders for balance as he takes you down the hallway towards your bedroom. “And why’s that? Just wanna nod off for a bit?”

“I don’t wanna miss anything that you say or do.” Bobby plants a sloppy kiss over your cheek. “I wanna fully be here with you, so I ain’t gonna let that get in the way.”

Blushing at his words as Bobby gently lays you down over the bed, you clutch onto his knit shirt and gaze at him hovering above you. “You wanna be here completely with me.”

“Mmhm.” Bobby gives you a little nod, licking off his lips. He gazes down at you almost as if he’s looking for approval in your eyes like a lost puppy. 

“Baby…” Unable to hold back a smile over your lips, you blush and gesture out with your arms for Bobby to join your embrace. 

Grinning back down at you playfully, Bobby eagerly leans downward and hugs his arms around your body tightly.

“I love you, Em. Mm…” He nuzzles your neck with the tip of his nose, causing you to shiver in delight as you let out a soft giggle and hug him back.

“I love you so much more.” You breathe back, letting your eyes flutter shut as you revel in Bobby’s affection.

The feeling of something so simple as casual affection between one another is almost overwhelming in the best way possible to you. Bobby’s warm body presses up against yours lovingly, gentle in the way he touches you but with neediness, he knows only you can match.

What is love for Bobby has always quickly turned into an addiction; dependence of some kind, neediness, and greediness. 

“You’re my baby,” Bobby murmurs in your neck, brushing aside a few loose strands of your hair behind your ear.

Drunken hugs, sloppy kisses during a shitty game of truth-or-dare, or trying to awkwardly flirt around with some guy in hopes of requited interest during your short days in nursing school were about the most affection you had in your life.

Before you can even speak back to him, you feel Bobby’s lips grazing over your chin and up to your mouth—locking in a sweet kiss. 

Everything felt forced in college; fake, done for shits and giggles at a party, or because all of your friends were busy with their hookups or found boyfriends as easily as they picked out what to wear in the morning.

Your heart pounds in your chest with excitement as your cheeks only continue to flush red and burn with blush spreading over your face. 

The feeling of your lips colliding with Bobby’s in a hot kiss, letting your hands roam through his tousled, soft hair as his trail down your body—adoring one another, appreciating even being in one another’s embrace in silence and knowing, just knowing you have someone to come home to, someone to confide and adore—to let out all the love you felt you kept bottled inside of you is nothing short of euphoric.

The scent of freshly washed laundry and men’s shampoo comes off of Bobby, mixing in with your faint floral perfume as the two of you remain snuggled over top of one another.

Bobby slowly breaks the kiss, gazing down at you with lazy eyes to admire you for a moment. Your eyes find his and all you can do at that moment is staying quiet, letting yourself look up at this boy you’ve found yourself falling deeper and deeper in love with by the day. 

“Think I’ve always wanted to do that,” Bobby murmurs against your lips. “Always wanted to kiss you like this.”

“Is that what you tell all the girls?” You joke back, giggling breathily.

“Mm, well,” Bobby dramatically ponders the question with a soft laugh, “just this one hot chick underneath me named Emily. Ya know, the one I’m crazy for. Just her.”

“Well played.” You peck a small kiss over Bobby’s lips.

“Your landlord ain’t kicking us outta here any time soon, right?” You pick up on the joking tone in Bobby’s voice as you notice he reaches into the front pocket of his jeans and rummages around a bit before pulling out a small, clear baggie filled to the brim with white powder. “Otherwise he’ll ruin my party with my girl.” Bobby waves what is a bag of cocaine in front of you.

“Not smack this time, huh?” Your eyes widen a little in surprise.

“If ya wanna get slumped, we can do that baby.” Bobby gently gets off of you and the bed, beginning to shrug off his bomber jacket. “But…” Bobby tosses his jacket on top of your dresser, tapping the back of his fingers against the bag of cocaine. “If I got the rest of the night with my girl, I wanna have fun with her with something softer.”

“Soft is just what I need tonight.” You tell him with a laugh as you sit up on the bed. “Well,” you watch as Bobby carefully opens up the bag, making sure nothing spills out. “Maybe not when it comes to you though.”

“Uh-huh.” Bobby’s eyes dart up to yours as he smirks, knowing exactly what you’re implying. “I thought you’d say so.” He runs his free hand through his messy hair, resting one knee down on the edge of your bed. “Not that I’d think you thought I was just gonna taste your sweetness back there and leave it at that. Nah,” Bobby winks at you, gesturing at your blouse before moving in closer with the bag. “I wanna snort this off those terrific tits of yours.”

Blushing, you don’t even hesitate a moment longer as you begin to unbutton your blouse, only exciting Bobby further with your own eagerness. “You can do whatever you want, baby.” 

“First time with coke, sweetheart?” Bobby asks you, but his eyes are clearly distracted by the way you throw off your blouse and unhook your bra from the back.

“I guess you could say that,” you admit sheepishly. “Too used to shooting up from the needle, I haven’t had anything besides a grass brownie and a joint in any other way.”

Bobby kneels up in front of you, hoping you don’t see his growing erection pressing up to the zipper in his jeans. “I wanna feed this to you from my hand—really give you the experience then. Ain’t the same off some damn table or business card.”

“Oh yeah?” You pause for a moment as you look up at Bobby expectantly. 

You lick over your lips, letting your bra fall off of you before nudging it aside and letting your breasts spill free; your nipples quick to harden from both arousal and the cool air in your apartment.

“Fuck,” Bobby mutters, hovering over you again. “Only I’m allowed to see you like this, right?” His question is both demanding and greedy.

“Yes,” you let out a breathy giggle, arching your chest upwards as Bobby lets his free hand roam over them, squeezing and touching as he goes.

“Good,” Bobby’s eyes briefly make contact with yours before he leans down and gives a wet kiss over both of your nipples. 

You can’t hold back the small whimper that comes out of your mouth as Bobby gently presses down on your torso to get you to lean back down comfortably against the bed. “Like that, baby. Yeah… Lay down for me.” He opens up the bag of cocaine again, angling it so it’ll carefully spill a small amount from the corner. “We don’t wanna get any of this shit on the bed or somewhere else.”

“You’re telling me.” You relax against the bed, watching as Bobby smiles down at you and begins to carefully tap off three lines of cocaine; one in between your tits, and one trailed over each breast. 

“Alright, alright. There we go…” Bobby breathes, making sure he closes the bag and quickly puts it on your nightstand before he gazes back down at the sight of your tits lined with cocaine before him. “Fuckin’ terrific.” 

“Can almost feel my skin going numb,” you blush as Bobby leans his head in.

“All part of the experience, baby.” Bobby’s nose is mere inches away from your breasts as he keeps his eyes on you—his ruffled bangs dangling over his forehead. “I can’t get enough of all of you, to begin with.”

A soft moan escapes your lips as you feel Bobby beginning to snort off the line from your left breast. Not only does he softly graze his nose against your skin and inhales at every last drop, but he licks over your nipple where his mouth comes into contact with your chest.

Inhaling shakily at the numbness hitting your nipples, Bobby doesn’t even bother to raise his head up as he goes for the second line in between your tits.

He squeezes your left breast before sniffling and pausing for just a brief second. In an instant, Bobby buries his face between your breasts as you watch him snort up the second line cleanly. 

“Ohhh yeah,” Bobby kisses the area between your breasts. “This shit is so good, baby,” he gives your breast a light smack before moving to your right breast.

“Bobby,” you groan out as you feel his tongue flicker over your breast just before Bobby begins to snort up the last line. 

Bobby inhales deeply, clearing his throat and cupping both of your breasts in his hands—smirking at the way they jiggle on contact. “Terrific. Mm,” he slowly pulls his head back, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “I’d say your tits are gonna feel numb for like two days but,” Bobby spits over your left nipple, licking it up immediately which causes you to buck up your hips in response and moan again. “I’ll suck and lick the feeling back into them like this.”

“Oh my God!” You cry out in pleasure, feeling Bobby’s hot tongue roam over your overly sensitive nipple.

“Mwah,” Bobby leaves a playful kiss over both of your breasts before pulling away. “Come ‘ere baby, I got the next lines for ya.” He picks up the bag of cocaine off of your nightstand, almost sending the night lamp flying off the table. “Come on,” he pants, gesturing you up to him. “I don’t bite.”

Blushing, you sit back up and crawl over Bobby’s lap. Bobby wraps one arm around your waist to keep you over his lap as you both get comfortable on the bed. 

“Alright baby, it’s gonna be nice and easy clean lines.” Bobby holds out the palm of his hand, again angling the bag of cocaine so the powder comes out of the corner in controlled, small amounts.

You watch as Bobby loosely puts out one short line of cocaine in the palm of his hand—knowing very well it’s your first time. Before he can even out the line with the edge of the bag, you grasp Bobby’s wrist and dig your nose into his palm. 

“Ooh, careful baby.” Bobby chuckles at your eagerness, holding his hand up as you snort off every last drop of powder from his palm—grazing your nose all over it.

“Mm…” You inhale deeply, feeling your nostrils burning at snorting up the white powder so quickly and harshly all at once.

“How’s that, baby?” Bobby’s tone remains breathy and quiet as he carefully sets down the leftover cocaine in the bag aside. “How do you feel?”

You let out a shaky inhale, squeezing your eyes shut and nodding back at Bobby as the high begins to set into your body and kick in. “First time…” 

“Not the highest quality shit, but,” Bobby rubs the bridge of his nose, smiling back at you. “Has me and you feel fuckin’ good in no time.”

“Mmmmmm…” You gaze up at Bobby lazily, leaning your forehead against his. “Going soft on me?”

“Goin’ easy on my girl till she wants more.” Bobby plants a little kiss over the tip of your nose. “You feel good, baby?”

“Oh yeah,” you exhale softly—feeling your body tingle with a rush of euphoria. “It’s a change, huh?”

“From getting slumped off smack?” Bobby grins, “yeah, yeah. We ain’t usin’ any of this stuff though, baby. We’re just chippin’. Santo’s got the good shit, I’d rather go down on that than this.” He pecks another kiss over your lips. “Powder lasts me thirty minutes at most.”

“You snorted three lines, baby,” you tenderly rub over your nose. “Thirty minutes for three lines?”

“I’m hard to please.” Bobby says back in a joking tone, “I always need more.”

“You want me.” You confirm, placing Bobby’s hands over your breasts.

“Yeah,” Bobby replies breathily; his eyes darting from yours down to your breasts. “As badly as ever. More than them, that’s for sure.”

“More than who?” You gaze at Bobby, feeling your curiosity rising.

“Those corporate fucks admirin’ my girl all day at the office, that’s who.” You can sense the irritation in Bobby’s tone. “That Mason guy or whatever the fuck his name is.” Bobby squeezes your breasts harshly.

“You’re so jealous, it shows.” You tease back, amused by Bobby’s reaction.

“Maybe,” Bobby mumbles, rubbing his thumbs over your nipples in slow circles. “Maybe I don’t like sharing my girl. Maybe I’m selfish.”

“I’m not Lindsey or Helen.” You tell him softly. “And I’m not going anywhere…or being anyone else’s… Mm… It doesn’t matter to me. All they can do is look if they want.”

“That’s all they can do, huh?” Bobby seems reassured by your words as if he was both desperate to hear it but also expectant at the same time. “They don’t get you like me and they never will.” Bobby gently pinches the tips of your nipples before massaging your breasts in his hands. “You’re my girl…”

“Yes,” a soft whimper comes out of your mouth as you press down on Bobby’s hands to touch you more. “I’m yours.”

“Only I’m fucking you that good.” Bobby’s hands roam down to your thighs, giving them a light smack.

You smirk, scooting back over the bed until you feel the headboard against you before gesturing at Bobby with your finger. “Then come here.” 

“Don’t tease me, baby.” Bobby’s eyes darken with lust as he kneels over the bed, moving closer to you. 

“Then you’ll do what I tell you to.” The energizing high from the coke provides a burst of confidence that mixes with your growing arousal, especially from Bobby’s own teasing at Marcie’s earlier you definitely haven’t forgotten about. 

"You know I've been dyin' to take you home today?"

“Anything.” Bobby’s breath hitches softly as you tilt his chin up to face you.

‘I want him so bad.’ A surge of arousal pulls at your gut, desperate to pin Bobby down to the bed and take him right here, right now mercilessly. 

“Mm,” cupping Bobby’s cheeks with both hands, you lean in as if to give him a kiss but pause right as the tip of your nose gently bumps against his.

‘So fucking bad. Again.’ Every muscle in your body begins to ache to feel his body against yours—fucking you—feeling his cock slick in and out of you and it’s no longer a desire or feeling you can ignore but somehow manage not to give it away to Bobby just yet.

Bobby’s dark eyes dart from yours down to your lips, and all you can hear is the sound of both of you breathing softly against one another before you press your lips onto his.

Sealing a wet, full-mouthed kiss over Bobby’s lips, you clutch one hand onto his shoulder and let the other roam through his tousled, dark hair.

Bobby whimpers in your mouth as he wraps his arms around your hips; eager to deepen the kiss as both of your lips collide over one another’s. 

The kiss easily turns from needy and affectionate to rough and demanding almost instantly as you feel Bobby’s tongue lacing around yours.

Eyes fluttered shut and indulged fully in the kiss, both of you quietly moan into each other’s mouths as Bobby rubs up and down your sides—causing you to shiver in delight.

Your fingers gently tug over Bobby’s ruffled curls, wanting to pull his body closer and closer to yours as you feel wetness lubricating between your legs again with ease.

Practically throbbing with arousal, Bobby’s erection is almost painful from how his cock presses up against the zipper of his jeans. 

The sounds of sloppy kissing and shaky breaths fill the room as you find your tongue battling for dominance with Bobby’s—both of you unrelenting for each other.

Wanting to fuck your frustration out on Bobby, you pull at his hair and press your breasts up against his chest as Bobby’s hands move back from your body and immediately work on tugging off his jeans.

“Mm—” You part your lips from Bobby’s for just a second as the two of you pant out in breath.

“Come here, come ‘ere—” Bobby breathes in a husky tone, pinching the fabric of his shirt from behind and throwing it off his head quickly.

Pinning you down onto the bed in one swift movement, Bobby’s hands roam up your chest and squeeze at your breasts harshly as his lips meet yours once again. “Mm, Bobby!”

The kiss grows in demand and sloppiness as you press your hands down upon Bobby’s, yearning for more of his touch. 

“Fuck,” groaning into Bobby’s mouth as his body presses against yours, the two of you can’t keep your hands off of each other as you both struggle for dominance. 

Bobby grunts out quietly as manages to unzip and tug down his jeans just enough to reveal his erection bulging through his briefs. From the moment that you notice, you move your hands down to insistently pull and throw off his jeans.

Now realizing your hands are slightly trembling from both the cocaine and excitement mixing with arousal, you shakily ride up your skirt and pull the fabric of your soaked panties over your pussy lips as Bobby’s lips never part from yours.

“Oh!” A loud whimper comes out of your mouth as you feel Bobby’s erection through his briefs rubbing up against your sore and sensitive clit.

“Take this fuckin’ thing off,” Bobby grunts, almost ripping your skirt off of you. 

“Oh, I don’t think so.” You grab at Bobby’s wrists with both hands, pressing onto his chest with yours to pin his back down to the bed. “Only I get what I want, baby.”

Surprised, Bobby’s breath hitches as he lays sprawled over the bed under your full control as you straddle his waist—purposefully pressing your pussy against his erection. 

A lazy grin forms over Bobby’s lips, more than pleased at the sight of you on top of him. “Ya gonna fight me over it?”

“Maybe.” You smirk back. “Try me.”

“You won’t win, baby.” Bobby snatches you by your hips, attempting to pull you onto the bed. “I want what I want.”

Squealing out, you resist and dig your nails into his shoulders, pushing him down with all your strength. “I won’t give you a thing then—”

“Your pussy’s soaked, you little slut,” Bobby hooks his fingers onto the waistband of your panties as you try to crawl away from him on the bed. “You’ll beg for me.”

“What happened to you letting me do whatever I want?” There’s that tingle of arousal going through your body again like a shockwave from Bobby’s dirty talk.

“Come fucking earn it.” Bobby grunts, ripping the flimsy fabric of your panties off. 

“Unfair!” You gasp out, watching as Bobby tosses the fabric aside like nothing and pulls you back over the bed by your thighs.

“What I want to do to you—” Bobby laces hands with you tightly, holding your back against his chest as you tilt your head over his shoulder. “Is nothing fair.”

“Fuck, just let me—” you let out a breathy moan as he gives your thighs a firm smack, sloppily kissing you over the mouth. “Mm!”

“That’s right,” Bobby pulls his briefs down his thighs, letting his erect cock spring free. “I like my girl to fight me before I fuck her.”

‘Oh, fuck me.’  You’re quick to press both of your hands down on Bobby’s chest the moment he’s distracted by kissing you. 

Bobby lets out a breathy laugh, enjoying this as he resists your grasp and grinds his erection up against your pussy. 

“You wanna dominate me, baby?” Bobby gazes at your breasts greedily. “Fuck the bedsprings loose with me?”

“I want every inch of you.” You breathe heavily, “and I’m gonna have my way with you just the way I want.”

“Fuck me already then.” Bobby bucks his hips upward. “Let me feel that tight pussy of yours; fucking ruin me. Do whatever you want, I don’t care.”

“I know you want me to tie you up,” you lean over Bobby’s face, hovering on top of him. “Why don’t I start off by doing that first?”

“I fantasized about it all the time,” Bobby breathes against your lips, remaining submissive under you. “You think I kept Hank’s ties with me for no reason? Look in the drawer, baby.”

“Oh?” You let out a soft laugh, gently pressing your hands down onto Bobby’s chest. “I find it hard to believe that’s why you have them. Don’t. Move.” You slowly move off of Bobby.

Bobby winks back at you with a nod. “Multipurpose. Hank gave me ‘em in case I ever wanna get a real job.”

“Really?” As you approach the dresser, you shiver a little from the cool air in your bedroom, causing your nipples to harden. “So you can get dressed up all fancy-like he does?” 

“Some burglar,” Bobby says jokingly in disbelief. “So I can dress up like those fancy corporate fucks at your workplace.”

“I’d find some way to get you to submit to me even if you didn’t have any.” Your face flushes red the moment the words come out of your mouth—having sounded much better in your head.

“Oh?” Bobby tilts his head to the side, watching you open up his drawer and peek inside to spot three ties next to his wrinkled bandana thrown in there. “Terrific.” 

“All of them.” You blush, holding up three, silk ties and the bandana up to show Bobby. “One isn’t gonna keep you tied up the way you want me to.”

“That’s a shame,” Bobby smirks wryly at you, catching your eye as he begins to stroke his erect cock. “You can make do with it.”

‘Fuck.’ Your pussy practically throbs at the sight of Bobby touching himself; droplets of dewy precum forming over the tip of his cock and smearing onto Bobby’s fingers.

“You’re doing this just to tease me.” Your cheeks sting with blush as you nudge the dresser’s drawer shut, crawling back onto the bed with the ties and Bobby’s bandana. “And I don’t think you could go to work if you’re here with me all day.” Putting the ties and bandana down, you replace Bobby’s hand over his cock with yours, looking back into his eyes.

“What are you…” Bobby’s voice trails off before he lets out a moan, watching through lust-dazed eyes as you lean your head down and give the tip of his cock a wet kiss. 

“Fuck, Emily…” Bobby lets outs a shaky, soft breath as you stroke his cock while keeping eye contact.

“Mm,” you pull away, letting your tongue linger over Bobby’s cock as long as you can before straddling him once again and reaching for his hands. “Busy sucking, fucking, snorting…”

“Yeah baby, that’s right. Just how I like it, huh?” Bobby licks over his lips, watching you take one of Hank’s ties and begin to bind it around both of his onto the closest bedpost to where the two of you remain. 

“Does it pay well?” You ask back jokingly, purposely keeping your pussy pressed against Bobby’s shaft.

“Does it ever?” Bobby grins back at you playfully as you finish tightly securing the first silk tie over his wrists. “I got this terrific lookin’ chick with me—my Emily, my baby. Yeah, it does. I’mma make you the mother to my kids, man.”

“I’ll believe it when I see it then.” You blush at Bobby’s words, attempting to hide it from him by quickly grabbing a second tie and beginning to wrap it around the first binds. 

“Oh yeah?” Bobby wriggles his fingers through the binds, causing you to giggle. “How many kids ya wanna have, huh?”

“As many as you want.” You answer back painfully shyly. 

“Easy to say when you’re the one tyin’ me up, eh?” Bobby tilts his head back, watching you make sure the second tie is secure enough. “It’s hot you wanna fuck me like this. I fantasized about it—” Bobby leans his head upwards, sloppily kissing over your nipple. “All the time.”

“Bobby!” You let out a breathy gasp, straddling him down firmly with your hips. “Eager much but you keep moving to tease me.”

“I won’t move when you put my dick in you, baby.” He purrs as you add the third tie, tugging on it to see if it’s tight enough. “Ya gonna tease me for long?”

“You tell me.” You pick up Bobby’s bandana and pull back a little, teasingly grazing the tip of the cloth against his chest. “I shouldn’t even let you take a look.”

“And if I—” Bobby pulls harshly on the ties over his wrist, blinking in both surprise and amusement as to how tightly fastened they are to the bedpost and his wrists, but not to hurt him or cut off any circulation. “Damn, baby. Ooh. That’s good.”

“Mhmm,” you gaze down at Bobby, feeling an overwhelming surge of arousal take over you at the sight of him naked and tied up before you.

It may have been Bobby’s fantasy and idea first, but the thought of also blindfolding him with his own bandana and riding his cock until you cum all over it makes your clit ache and your knees feel weak at the thought.

“Do it,” Bobby lets out a breathy chuckle, gesturing with his chin to his bandana in your hands. “Blindfold me, baby.”

“Just how badly are you going to get frustrated and try to break through just to fuck me?” You run your fingers through Bobby’s messy hair before beginning to blindfold him.

“Only if you want me to,” Bobby breathes hotly against your lips as you sloppily kiss him, rubbing your hands over his biceps. “I’ll do anything you want me to do. You wanna bounce on my cock like a little slut?” Bobby’s signature grin forms over his lips. “Pumped up full of coke?”

“Mm, yes,” you nibble on your bottom lip, raising your hips up as you can hear the sound of your wetness parting off of Bobby’s cock. “And I have full control, baby.”

“Fuck,” sexual excitement and arousal soar through Bobby as he insistently bucks his hips up against yours. “Do it, baby. God, I want you so badly.”

Unable to ignore both Bobby’s dirty talk and the aching sensation in your clit from your own built-up, deep arousal, you grasp Bobby’s cock and angle it to your pussy’s entrance.

“You’re mine to play with,” you lean over, cupping Bobby’s face with one hand as you slowly take the tip of his cock inside of you. “Mine to do whatever I want with.”

Bobby inhales shakily as you seal a kiss over his lips, kissing him sloppily with tongue. From the moment you buck your hips down to slowly take every inch of his cock inside of you, Bobby moans back in your mouth.

Lubricated naturally by your wetness from the foreplay, you let out a soft grunt to feel a slight burning sensation from the tight fit as you initially take Bobby’s cock in—soothed almost instantly after you take four inches of him into your pussy.

“Y-yes, baby,” Bobby groans as you part your lips away slowly, feeling full from all eight inches of his thick cock now fully penetrating you. 

Your eyes flicker over Bobby, tied up, blindfolded, and laid out before you on the bed—only his Roman nose and pouty lips still wet from your kiss peeking out as Bobby breathes softly, excitement coursing through him.

“Do anything to me.” Bobby breathes out as you trail your hands down his chest lovingly, feeling his light trail of chest hair. 

Shaky, breathy moans fall from Bobby’s lips as you lean your head down at the same time, keeping a wet trail of kisses around his hardened nipples.

“Mm,” shifting over Bobby’s cock on purpose to stimulate him, you clutch down onto his chest as you move your hips up and down, beginning to ride him.

The fact Bobby can’t see what you’re doing and that practically anything you do to tease and please him will come as a surprise only makes the re-enactment of Bobby’s dirty fantasy all the hotter for the both of you.

“Em,” Bobby whimpers out; his muscles clenching from arousal.

‘He’s so fucking perfect…’ Obsessed and adoring every inch your boyfriend before you, you let your eyes remain half-opened and dazed with lust as all you can think of is to speed up and continue slamming your hips back down on Bobby’s.

“Oh fuck—” You hiss out softly, guiding your hips over Bobby’s thick shaft as you pick up your pace.

Your pussy throbs a familiar soreness and tenderness from the nights of sloppy, hard fucking before—fading, mottled bruises over your hips to prove it.

“More, more!” Bobby’s moaning grows louder as he continues to pull on his wrist binds out of reaction—wanting to remain tied up but at the same time reach out to touch your body.

Digging your nails into Bobby’s skin, you ride his cock mercilessly as you fuck him down on the bed. Each surge of pleasure rushing through you is only intensified as Bobby buckles his hips again and again to match your desperate passion.

“Bobby—” Your heart thunders in your chest from excitement and arousal mixing as you can feel Bobby’s cock pulsating in all of the weak spots inside of you that you didn’t even know you had. 

‘And he’s all mine.’ You roam your wet lips up Bobby’s neck, inhaling the scent of faint cigarettes and men’s body wash off of him.

“Oh, baby,” Bobby moans out, tilting his head back for you to continue kissing him.

You groan into Bobby’s neck, obsessed with the full feeling of his cock slicking in and out of you. The sounds of your moans and heavy breathing mix with the sound of your wet pussy sloshing against Bobby’s cock inside of you. 

“Fuck me, fuck me!” Bobby grunts out, balling up his hands into fists through his binds. 

Turned on from his eagerness, your ass smacks against Bobby’s hips as he begins to thrust his hips upwards to meet yours back and forth as fast as you can keep up the rough, slamming pace.

“Bobby—yes, yes!” You let out a half-whimper, half moan—quickly brushing aside the stray strands of hair away from your face.

‘More, more… I want more.’ The post of the bed shakes from the quickened, rough pace you keep up; the aching soreness from your bruised skin hitting Bobby’s only building up the intensity of your orgasm growing inside of you.

“Fuck me harder, fuck, fuck—” Bobby pants, his voice laced in a husky tone as small droplets of sweat begin to form over his forehead.

Each moan coming from Bobby growing louder and louder only continues to send you in a frenzy of arousal, loving to hear how you’re teasing and pleasing him to the brink of an intense orgasm.

Breathing heavily, you can barely form another coherent sentence let alone keep your eyes fully open as your hips pick up a rough, rapid speed over Bobby’s cock. 

Obsessed with the way your hips move and breasts jiggle as you bounce over Bobby’s cock, Bobby’s eager to thrust his pulsating cock deep inside your pussy with each thrust up.

The way Bobby’s pouty lips remain half-open, how loose strands of his messy hair bounce upon his forehead and the enthralled look of lust over Bobby’s expression is nothing short of pure erotica.

“Bobby—” You whimper, feeling your pussy hum against his cock from the orgasm getting increasingly insistent to release inside of you so much so that you can hardly take any more.

“I wanna cum with you,” Bobby breathes, yanking on his binds again, “c-cum with me, baby. Ohhh, fuck! Come on—cum on my cock!”

“Ohhh my God!” You shriek out, unable to clasp a hand over your mouth to muffle out the moan on time. 

As if you’re not in control of your own body, you cock your head back and groan with every stroke Bobby slams upward into your pussy—fucking you like an animal. 

Releasing your orgasm and cumming over Bobby’s cock, both of your cries echo out into the room. Timing his orgasm with yours, your legs tremble against Bobby’s waist as you feel his hot seed spurting deep into your pussy.

“Squirt on me baby, squirt on my cock!” Bobby’s filthy dirty talk only encourages your orgasm.

“I—” A final whine escapes your lips as you desperately clutch onto Bobby’s chest to keep your balance—feeling full of cum beginning to drip out of you. 

“Fuuuuck!” Bobby grunts out, feeling the sensation of the wet folds of your pussy pulling back and forth over his cock only triple from sensitivity.

“Mm…” Attempting to catch your breath, you slowly pull your hips up and off Bobby’s cock with a soft gasp.

“Lemme see,” Bobby chuckles breathily, licking over his lips. “I can feel your cum oozing off my cock.”

You’re not sure if it’s even a safe day for you but at the same time, you can’t bring to care as you shakily reach your hand over and pull off Bobby’s bandana blindfolding him.

“Ooh,” Bobby blinks his eyes open, smirking down at your cum and his dripping down his shaft. “Fuck, yes.”

“Feels better when I have control, huh?” You let out a shaky exhale, pressing your pussy up against Bobby’s still erect cock.

“You know if I wasn’t—” Bobby tugs on his binds insistently with a playful grin over his lips, “I’d fuck you right up against the wall just for sayin’ that.”

“Aww,” you pout at him teasingly, rubbing the tip of your reddened nose. “I wanna keep you tied up there longer… I could get used to this.” Your eyes greedily dart over Bobby’s naked body.

“Addicted to fuckin’ me, baby?” Bobby watches as you roam your hands up his chest, feeling his soft skin. 

“Mm, you did this to me.” You tell him back in a lazy tone, moving your hands down to his cock before grasping it with one hand. “And I love it.”

“Fuck,” Bobby inhales sharply as you give the tip of his cock a sloppy kiss. “Baby…”

“I wanna,” you breathe hotly against his shaft, beginning to lick up his cum. “I wanna make you cum again.”

Not one to refuse the offer at all, a lazy smirk sprawls over Bobby’s face. “Gonna suck me off, huh?” He watches as you tap the tip of his cock against your lips, smearing any remaining cum over it. “Not like I haven’t fantasized about seeing that pretty little mouth wrapped around my dick.”

“You’ve got a lot more than just one dirty fantasy you aren’t telling me about.” Your face flushes scarlet from blush as you lower your head to take his cock into your mouth.

“Maybe,” Bobby breathes out, watching you eagerly. “But I’ll let you figure them out for yourself.

“Mmhmm…” You’ve never given oral to anyone before, and if it’s any sense of experience, it comes from watching VHS pornos that your college roommate owned.

You take as much of Bobby’s cock in your mouth as you can—getting through four inches before you feel if you go any further that you’ll gag.

You’re as much of a giver as you as a receiver, and the sight of freshly fucked Bobby all sweaty and tied up before you does nothing but arouse you further to tease and please him all over again.

Opening your mouth as wide as you can and careful not to let your teeth graze against Bobby’s member, you begin to bob your head up and down Bobby’s shaft.

“Oh, yeah, baby…” Each moan coming out of Bobby’s mouth causes your own arousal to increase, and your clit practically aches towards the pleasure you’re giving him. 

Massaging his manhood with your free hand, you spit and drool all over Bobby’s cock as much as you can, lubricating him even further from the mix of both of your cum already all over him. 

“Fuck,” Bobby hisses under his breath, bucking his hips up into your mouth in reaction. “Yes, yes, Em…”

Your mouth feels instantly sore from Bobby’s thick length but grows accustomed to the rhythm you suck him off at. You hum around Bobby’s cock and let your tongue wrap around his shaft as you slowly attempt to take more of his dick into your mouth.

“Fuck yes, fuck yes…!” Unable to stop himself from moaning over and over again, you momentarily glance up to see Bobby roll his eyes back from pleasure. 

More than ever, he yanks on his binds and breathes heavily from the double stimulation you’re giving him. 

The tangy and salty taste of his and your cum hit your tongue as hungrily slobber down every inch of his cock and let your spit drip onto his manhood.

Your warm, wet tongue wrapping around the tip of Bobby’s cock steals another loud, breathy moan from Bobby’s mouth. “More, more—keep doing that, fuck!”

You begin to taste Bobby’s precum and swallow it down as you continue sucking and licking his cock at every angle you can think of.

Sloppy sucking and slurping noises mix in with Bobby’s groans. Bobby desperately wants to tear the binds off his wrists and grip a fistful of your hair to keep his cock in your throat, but all he can do is watch it slick and slide in and out of your mouth. 

“Just like that baby, just like that,” Bobby pants out, hearing you hum around his cock as you move your head inward to take more of him in.

“Hkkk—” You gag, pulling back just enough as wads of thick spit ooze out of your mouth and coat Bobby’s cock entirely in what he knows for himself is the sloppiest blowjob he’s ever received. 

“Let me, let me,” Bobby grunts quietly as you slow down, insisting on thrusting into your mouth instead.

Quickly raking back the stray strands of your hair falling in front of your face, you grip Bobby’s thighs and gaze up at him—keeping your mouth open.

“’ Atta girl,” Bobby inhales shakily, bucking his hips up and fucking your mouth steadily. “Yeah, yeah… G-gonna cum in that fuckin’ dirty little mouth of yours—”

Flustered and massaging your spit over his manhood with your hands, you keep eye contact with Bobby and let him thrust as sloppily in your mouth as he wants to.

A mix of cum and spit sticks to Bobby’s pubic hair as he picks up his pace, making sure he keeps only as much as you can take without gagging into your mouth at a time. 

“Gonna—” Bobby thrusts up again, “fucking cum—”

Before Bobby can reach the height of his orgasm and climax, you suddenly pin down his hips to stop his movements and pull back, surprising Bobby.

“Wha—” Bobby attempts to catch his breath, looking at you in surprised confusion.

“I’m not done with you yet to make you cum like that.” You lick off your lips and kneel up on the bed, leaning over Bobby to reach his binds.

“Ohhh, ya fuckin’ tease,” Bobby whines, looking up to see you pull off the ties around his wrists one by one. 

“I’m the tease?” You gently clasp Bobby’s reddened wrists in your hands, moving his hands back down to his sides.

“Ooh,” Bobby winces, holding his wrists up. “Look at that, huh?” Bobby runs his fingers over the deepening, reddened marks.

Not enough to bruise or leave any long-term marks, but enough to show that not only was Bobby tied up just the way he wanted to be but that he’d done most of it to himself by pulling and tugging out of arousal and need to touch you again.

“Does it hurt?” You breathe, planting a ring of kisses around his wrists gently.

“Mm, in a good way.” Bobby nods back at you lazily. “I like it. I’m all sorts of fucked up, huh?”

“Maybe that’s just the way I want you to be.” You murmur back to him softly, grazing your palm’s against Bobby’s before touching down his arms.

Bobby breathes out shakily and quietly, watching as your fingers come into contact with his arm hair, greedily touching and feeling his biceps. 

You let your hands trail to his sides, gently nudging him. “Turn around.”

“Mhm,” with a soft grunt, Bobby turns over onto his stomach, relaxing down on the wrinkled bed sheets. “Whaddaya gonna do, huh?”

“You’ll see.” You whisper back, tenderly massaging him from his shoulders slowly down to his back. 

“Ah,” Bobby lets out a muffled groan against the pillow at your soothing touch over his tense muscles.

“Feels good, baby?” You breathe against his back, beginning to kiss down it slowly.

“Mm, yes,” Bobby moves his head to peek over his shoulder and back at you. 

‘Fuck, what is it about him that makes me want him so badly?’ Your muscles clench instantly in arousal as your lips come into contact with Bobby’s warm, soft skin—not to mention how deeply you find yourself attracted to him, to begin with.

‘This happened so fast. All of this happened so fast.’ Listening to Bobby’s little whimpers and groans, you rub up and down his back lazily, making sure just the tip of your nails lightly scratch against Bobby’s skin to stimulate him.

Shivering from your touch, Bobby’s eyes flutter shut as he relaxes before you completely. Feeling somewhere in-between sexual intimacy and warm affection, Bobby feels completely safe and comfortable by you, practically ravelling in every bit of affection and attention you show him now.

‘But it’s what I want. I want him so badly.’ Closing your eyes, you leave little playful bites over Bobby’s biceps, causing him to groan louder this time.

‘I’m obsessed. I don’t care anymore.’ Continuing to feel Bobby’s perfect, firm muscles and skin, you can’t pull yourself away from him nor do you want to.

Unbeknownst to you, Bobby slightly peeks his eyes open to watch you enthralled with love against him. Your breathing has deepened and your heart begins to pound in your chest from the cocaine use which has tripled your sex drive before your own eyes.

‘All I care about is him. All I want is him.’ You place your hands over Bobby’s ass, giggling breathily as Bobby again proves to you every inch of him is utter perfection to your eyes.

“Yeah, baby,” Bobby mumbles under his breath as he feels your teeth grazing against his back muscles, now leading to a heated trail of kisses down to his lower back and waist. “More.”

“More?” You lace both hands with him, pressing your breasts against Bobby’s back.

“More,” Bobby whines a little louder this time, desperation and need in his voice. “I love you. Just ruin me already.”

[pufflocks]

Kuroo x bottom male reader, maybe readers riding him?

Summary: Honestly in my mind–, I believe if Kuroo had someone sitting on his cock I believe he would be so touchy. Touchy and impatient— Touching the readers curves and rubbing on his thighs until he couldn't take it anymore. ♡

"You- You are so fucking tight- ugh, I love it." -T.K ❣

Warnings: Slight degrading • Groping • Cum eating • Proof read • porn without plot

Cast: Bottom!M!Reader x Kuroo Tesuro //Kenma Kozumane//

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It was an alluring Friday. Volleyball club didn't have another practice until next week. Leaving an eventful evening afterschool for a certain couple.

"Phew I'm fuckin' exhausted-" Tetsurou exhaled stretching out his long limbs. Many people, according to Y/N would kill for his height. Yet he was always saying how much he hated it. Words only to tick his boyfriend off – which it did.

The rooster haired male slicked back his sweat covered hair. "Oi, kenma I'm gonna head out first since my oh so handsome boyfriend wanted me to take him home early." Kenma nodded quietly, chugging his water down quietly. He gathered his belongings along with the other members of the team.

'I wonder why he needs a chaperone to walk him home..' Kenma sighed. Shaking off the thought since it was not his business. Besides that he started picking up some stray volleyballs. Faster he does this the faster he gets home to play video games with his boyfriend.

You however, was just about to get out of your last period. Thinking about some random things to get out of the fact you and nekomas volleyball captain sending eachother lewd glances throughout the day. One action led to another throughout the day.

You sitting in the back of class softly giggling to yourself once while at your phone and blushing at other texts. Some texts were cute flirts like "I can't wait to see you" or "Coach is being extra angry. He needs pop a chocky milk" Leading to a raging tent in your pants in your last class period when he sent a slick nude of a boner he accumulated in the past hour. Ugh— The clock nearing 3 PM setting you slight edge in your seat.

BRING !

'Thankfully the teacher didn't see me with my phone.'

Sighing tremendously you snatched up your bag that had a cheesy volleyball sticker in nekomas colors with a big number '1' on it. Gifted by your yours truly, Tetsurou Kuroo aka rooster bf. A small nickname you gave him in your guys' first year.

You chuckled at your own humor as you bumped into someone the way out of your classroom.

"Ah-!" You failed to finish your small mental comedy show as your overly tall boyfriend encased you in a nearly bone crushing hug. Lovingly of course.

Your not so obvious erection slightly catching contact on his muscular thigh. "You scared me tetsu- Come on lets go." You grab hold of the mans hand in dire need to fix your lower situation, pronto. One think you hated about your boyfriend was how much of a tease he so unashamedly was.

You both agreed, over text to leave early to do it after class since he didn't have practice today.

"What's the rush doll ? You were just teasing me with that I wanna ride you BS over the phone." He snickered. Face automatically bloomed red as you scoffed in face. Pushy bastard he is.

"Yeah yeah. Come on before people see-" And before you knew it. Your boyfriend took one glace down south to notice you weren't lying. Your small cock pressing up against the unformed pants.

'Cute how eager he is~' he mentally mused.

He took this opportunity to just drag you to an already emptied classroom. The school seemed to empty out earlier on Fridays, you thought. Slowly coming back to your own senses you see just how peckish he really was. Air thickening. Your noticable shudders of arousal not going unnoticed.

"God,, I need you right now." No other words were conversed between you two as he eagerly ripped and tugged the cloth off your smaller frame. Canines slightly nipping at now heated skin and grabbing wherever his hands could easily roam. Sloppy kisses to your neck making you gasp and make your penis twitch in gratitude.

"Please tetsu.. I want it badly~" You moaned wantonly as he was gripping some belly fat lovingly. Tetsurou grinned as if he was a wolf in the night howling at the moon.

Grabbing a nearby chair, after he let you go with a small peck to your nose he sat down and shrugged off his trousers. Hard organ slapping on his lean stomach. The sight making you purr in the presence of this 'wolf'

'I can't wait to fucking ride him..'

The sight of his cock made you rub your legs together eagerly. A small "Hm..~" erupting from your throat. Oh god did it not only have girth and a red bulge of its head – His length and overall cock had been mesmerized in your small pink hole.

"Wanna ride you Tetsu.." you mewled already palming the hard on in your now very tight pants.

He pulled you closer and gripped your chin to make you look at him as he stroked his cock teasingly, "Wanna ride me dry and see if you can come undone or vise verse but you blow me ? Which is it sweetheart ?" Darting dark eyes your way as he audibly purred. Kind to not so kind kisses being placed to your collarbone making you shiver as his cold lips met your hot skin.

New hickies you never minded showing off, just as much as he never minded giving you to show off.

The choices were hanging heavy on your tongue, now realizing his question. Almost obediently, in one swift motion you got down your knees willingly let him unravel you with his slim eyes.

"Such a lucky ass man I am~"

Fuck you wanted him so bad.

"You gonna blow me my pretty Y/N ?" He said stroking your cheek as if you were the most rarest diamond from his thief heist. To him you were not only rare, but valuable beyond his mind.

Grasping hold of his member you lick up his shaft kissing here and there. Making quick work to get to the main course.

Tetsurou smiled. His pretty boy serving his cock like it was something holy. Before he knew it you started gulping down his length. Slobber dribbling at the creases of your mouth. Pretty eyes of yours making their ways to your rooster headed lover.

"Fuck-! Baby I'ma fuckin' cum-" He groaned, head flying backward as you got off hearing him announce he was gonna shoot down your throat. Swallowing every. Single. Drop.

"Shit.. You gonna take daddies cum baby ? Yeah ? Where you want it ? Tell me babes." He was tapping his cock against your now plump and messy lips as he stroked himself off to your filthy face. Fuck, he was using your face for his own pleasure. You wanted him to know how much you enjoyed this.

"Mm- I want it in my mouth!~ please stick your cock deep down my throat daddy!~" You whined pathetically stroking your own leaking cock and using your own arousal for lube. The lewd squlching noises invading your ears.

He snorted at your poor attempts at getting yourself off and opened your jaw enough to shove all the way in down your throat. Tears prickling and threatening to fall down your face. You let out small gags leading to moans from the action as he shot down your throat. You swallowed his seed successfully, sticking out your tongue to show you did.

"Such a pretty boy.. Fuck such pretty boy." Tetsurou praised as he wiped the tears you ignored from your puffy eyes. Also unnoticing the ringing one of your phones was doing. You didn't care though. "We ain't done yet though. Get your sweet ass up here my prince." You joyfully obliged as he helped you off your knees seeing they were red. He started rubbing small circles and kissing your bare shoulders. A way of saying sorry for making you be on yourknees for so long.

'So caring~' You groggily giggled to yourself due to your throat being slightly sore from your guys' previous actions. Damn he was rough this time. Does being found out really get him this riled up ?

He cocked an eyebrow, "What's wrong ? Did a do something silly ?" He wore his signature smirk. The one you loved and hated. A calming and goofy aura being replaced with the once heated lustful one. All you could do was giggle again and cup his face in the moment. Just enjoying him.

"You're just so caring with me and I love you for moments like these." You confessed. Heart beating erratically as he chuckled kissing your nose.

"I know. I'm a big ass softy for my boyfriend believe it or not." You rolled your eyes jokingly. You loved this man, but you also loved his cock which by the way, still hasn't gone soft yet.

Turning around in his lap you wrapped your arms and legs around his form as you whispered alluringly. "Let me do the work cuz my dick is aching now and I needa cum stupid bad." You smiled devilishly. He once again for the umpteenth time, chuckled at your words and throwing his hands up.

"No hands my prince. No hands." You nodded. Knowing full well he would lose it half way of your quote unquote dominance.

You slowly and steadily began inserting his member inside. God, the stretch you fucking waited for was heavenly. Making it all the more nearly impossible to not close your eyes in delight.

Sucking through his teeth your boyfriend let out a long "Fuuuck..~" as groaned instinctively grasping onto your hips. On a loose thread of keeping his promise of letting you in control.

"God, you're so fucking- huge-! Testu~" You whined already grinding the rest of length into your now gaping hole. The feeling all too familiar to your body. Soon beginning to bounce up and down with pure greed. Not giving the slightest flying fuck if someone were to see you through the small class window as you were rolling your eyes back in ecstasy like a expert porn star.

"You- You're so fucking tight.. Ugh- fuck I love it !~" He moaned out aggressively as your bouncing only quickened at his words slapping sounds got louder. "Who's fucking cock are you riding Y/N ?" He growled and huffed bear your neck. His breath tickling the hairs in the area.

Noticing he didn't get any answer to his no rhetorical question, Tesurou slapped your ass harshly leaving a delicious itchy feeling rupture in the spot his heavy hand slammed on. You lost it as an almost unbearable amount of pre ran down your cock.

"You- Ah!~ Fuck it's you Testu!~ Your cock- Ah-!~ is hitting me in all the right places oh my fucking god!-" You shrieked small little tears making their way down your ruined face.

'This slut is really egging me the fuck on today~' Tetsurou mentally grinned.

Not only did he like the words coming out of your mouth, but he lived for those damn tears of diamond racing out the corners of your eyes. "

"Fuck it. I'm pounding the shit out of this ass." He mumbled to himself as he snatched you off of his body as if it was completely nothing and pressed you forward on a desk, your perky nipples grazing the cold school furniture.

He took a second to adjust his angle until ramming into your prostate directly dead on as you let out a high pitched warble. Anyone could mistake your voice for a females out of context. "Fuck-! fuck- MM— FUCK YES~" you moaned as your cock swung heavily in between your legs as Tetsurou began deep stroking every corner inside you. The feelings making your mind go numb.

"Baby boy I'm finna blow my load~ Who the fuck is fucking your shit up right ? Huh ?~" Testu's snarled in your ear. Snatching you up by your neck up to his sweaty hard chest. Your bodies creating an almost unbearable heat between you both.

You whined in a needy voice as the feeling of your prostate getting hammered repeatedly. "YOU DADDY~ YOU YOU YOU~!!! GOD LEMME CUM FUUUCK—" His grip on your neck did not falter as his pace only got faster. Quickly gripping your slick penis and jerked you off all the while placing delectable light kisses around your bruised neck and shoulders. You were nearly seeing stars with overstimulation and his contrast of touch.

"That's exactly what I like to hear my amazing boy~" Tetsurou hips stuttered as you came hard, your eyes rolling back and drool sliding down your jaw. Coming straight after your release he gave one last deep push cumming deep down in your tight little ass. "Fuck babe..- Fuck-" He panted smiling lazily, grip already faltering around your neck. He never would forgive himself if he accidentally choked you to death.

Since you guys literally just fucked in a classroom, aftercare had to be done differently. Slowly laying his head on your shoulder, rubbing your hips and doing anything to ease any after pain off your body. Maybe you'll let him try out a cream he uses on himself after volleyball. Eases the joints and moisturizes your body.

Such a loving boyfriend you bad.

"I love you so damn stinkn' much Y/N.. God I'm so fucking lucky I swear." You chuckled, 'cause he always seemed to be so emotional after you guys had sex. You thought it was cute coming from him. "Let's get out of here cuz' we already stayed here for half an hour." You stated pushing the tall male off your body, much to his unpleasant dismay. He only hummed in response.

"Your house or mine ?" He questioned after pulling up his pants and tugging his extra volleyball shirt on. You stretched while yawning a bit. Sex is tiring.

"Yours. My parents will automatically smell the sex on me and no cologne can cover that." Giggling softly at your statement your boyfriend nodding in a agreement.

"Let's just hope they dont find out we once fucked in your living room-" You glared at him as he stopped, snickering at how cute his boyfriend looked after being roughed up.

"Let's go so we can cuddle now please." You softly pleaded as you tugged his shirt tiredly. You know the first thing you were gonna do when you got to his house was instantly plop smack on his oversized bed.

"Let's go my prince."

Bees are pretty..

Zenna, no.

[ventiiology]

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title . windtrace characters . kaeya , diluc , venti , childe type . fluff , bullet-point headcanons

an interesting man in mondstadt is advertising for a game that represented mondstadt’s history but eventually got less played and forgotten over the years. he wanted to bring back the tradition, with more exciting edits made to the game in hopes of attracting more players. you have convinced your boyfriend to play it with you, and hell, it was a wild ride.

kaeya, upon hearing about the game from you, would already be interested

it sounded really fun, so he played it with you asap

he may or may not have skipped some duties from the knights, but in his eyes it was completely within reason

he didn’t tell you about that, of course, or else you would’ve forced him to go back to favonius headquarters and finish up whatever boring paperwork he needed to sign.

anyways..

as a hunter he would be quite experienced, as expected, since he was a knight and had to do similar activities when hunting down criminals like treasure hoarders, the abyss order, etc

you’d have to be good at hiding, otherwise the game would end very quickly

“hm? i’m surprised how you were able to outrun me the first time with your height. i don’t usually fall for the same thing twice, that’s why i was able to catch you~”

as a rebel kaeya would also be surprisingly good at the role

he’s scarily good at hiding and even with your perks as a hunter to trace wherever he is, he still made it really challenging

if you ever get too close to wherever he’s hiding or disguising he might take advantage of having a cryo vision to slip you up somehow

whether that be literal or not

although he’ll get called out for cheating later

“my, you’re freezing up. come on, don’t be salty you lost. you were pretty close to catching me, i’ll give you that.” kaeya says as be brings you into his embrace, warming you up in dragonspine’s bitter cold.

diluc would honestly not be interested at first

it would take quite some pleading, daily bugging, and perhaps a bit of bribery to get him to agree to play

tell him that he wouldn’t have to see kaeya around for the week or something

as a hunter he would spend a good 30 seconds just standing there wondering what he should do. there are a lot of places to hide, and the map was very big. also you could’ve disguised yourself as something from the area, so how could he be completely sure it’s you?

he’s really quiet so you wouldn’t hear him coming

using the hunter ability to trace where you went, he’d be somewhat indecisive on whether he should take his time or run to follow the traces

will use hunter abilities at the most inconvenient moments

for you, as the rebel, at least

like when you think he didn’t notice you and is walking away he’ll activate the hunter ability ‘insight’, which reveals your location and points you out with a pillar of light

diluc will be annoyingly good at finding you this way

“did i scare you? i— i’m sorry. i’ll try not to repeat my actions.”

as a rebel, he’d probably be more hesitant than when being a hunter

multiple times throughout the game, he will mutter to himself that he is not suited for this role

however diluc always seemed to take the longest to find... you wondered how he pulled it off every time

he’s definitely aware of this game

venti, of all people, should know about windtrace, especially its origins...

so he’s actually the one who invited you to play with him

as a hunter he’d love the thrill and challenge of finding you

he would much prefer to be a rebel, but the hunter role was still fun to play as!

he’d take his sweet, sweet time as a hunter

not sprinting all over the place will give him more time to examine places

but if he gets as much as a glimpse of action, he’ll go running towards that

“heeeey! that’s not faaaair! i declare a rematch! if i win this one, you owe me... an apple! no, five apples!”

“deal!”

as a rebel he’ll be able to find hiding spots in places you didn’t even know existed within the map

he might use a little bit of his anemo powers to let him climb up to higher places... if needed

will climb trees a lot, so when you start looking in trees, he alternates his hiding style

and he’s a speedy little shit too— so speedy you can hear him leaving sonic behind

like if you manage to get his disguise out of commission and you spot him since he’s unable to hide, he’ll literally just speed away behind something then you lose track of him

like???? what??? how does he??????

he will taunt you

one time he was disguising and you got pretty close

when your back was turned, he whispered, “missed me~” then will use the rebel skill ‘transparency’ to just disappear and sprint away since he knew that your hunter abilities’ cooldown wasn’t done yet.

“let’s play again! hold on, let me write a song about this...”

you didn’t even get to finish asking him if he wanted to play windtrace with you and he already agreed

this man is a simp

he’ll never admit that, though. he has pride.

as a hunter, the games played with childe will be so nerve-racking and intense

while he’s hunting for you, it’s like his whole aura’s changed

he seemed far more intimidating and scary than usual

“[name]~ where are you~? i can tell i’m getting close...”

why was he taking this game so seriously????????

when playing with childe, you could truly feel like you were the prey and he was the predator

he’ll give you a false sense of security. he’ll make you think that you’re safe from his watchful gaze.

you used your ‘transparency’ ability to become invisible to him

he’ll pass by and you hold your breath, nervous that if he hears a single movement, whether it be an exhale or the small brushing sound of your sleeve moving against your shirt, he’ll be able to find you

he walks away and sprints out of sight. he probably saw movement ahead and went to track that

you started to calm down and your tense shoulders relaxed. phew, he was gone.

then, you heard a whisper behind you as someone grabbed your shoulders.

“boo~”

you jump out of shock and he starts laughing at the scare he gave you

“that was not funny. i’m gonna hate you forever for that one.”

“you can’t hold it against me for that long, and you and i are both aware of it.”

as a rebel he would be annoyingly good at it too

after him scaring you as a hunter you got somewhat paranoid. who says he won’t pull off the same kind of thing as a rebel?

you swore you saw a wooden crate move so you turned around to face it but then it was gone

childe’s light on his feet and barely makes a sound

you’d get more panicked as the timer ticked closer to the end of the game. you really wanted to win this one.

according to the ‘hunter’s intuition�� skill you were able to pinpoint the place where childe was at

you sprinted closer to the beam that gave away his location

you wandered around the area, trying to find where exactly the pillar of light was pointing you to... then the light disappeared

you saw a hay roll near a house which definitely wasn’t there last time you checked, so you took your chance

you were 5 metres away from it when you felt a certain someone pull you into a hug from the back.

at the same time, your timer rang, signifying the end of the match.

how does childe keep sneaking up behind you?

“hah, was it really that hard to find me, love?”

“HOW DID YOU DO THAT?”

“i’m just a natural at it, i guess. haha, don’t worry~ with enough practise, you might surpass my skill level!”

[neon-junkie]

“Nice plan.”

Summary: There's an enemy tailgating you and Crosshair through the busy streets of Coruscant, and you spontaneously come up with a plan to show the stranger that your two aren't a threat.

Pairing: Crosshair x gn!Reader

Rating: SFW

Word count: 1617

Tags: First kiss, Surprise kissing, Friends to lovers, Missions.

Notes: If you like my work then please reblog it!! xx

Being in the heart of the battlefield is common for you, but not for your associate; Crosshair enjoys his comfort up on cliffs, tucked away, viewing the world through his rifle's scope. Sure, he's been shot at before, and he's got the wounds to prove it, but the world is extremely different for him, now that he's trailing behind you through the centre of it. Well, soon to be the centre of it. Everybody has split up, taking their positions and waiting for said target to arrive. The streets of Coruscant are busy, as always, making it easier to weave through undetected. You're trying to find a ledge to overlook the club that the target is in, and once you're ready, you'll com Hunter and watch as he goes inside to draw the target out. The only problem is that there's a lack of ladders around these buildings, and you can't exactly scale up one of the walls without looking... odd.

So, you and Crosshair continue peering down alleys, searching for something to give you that boost to the upper levels. You can sense how tense Crosshair is; he's not fond of people, nor crowds, and thankfully they don't pay him much attention, despite being fully kitted out - Coruscant is used to the sight of armoured men, clone or not. You overhear Crosshair grumble under his breath, his patience running dry as you turn another corner to find nothing of use, only people mindlessly wandering by. However, an unfortunate thing does cross your eye as you go to turn around the next corner, only to stop in your tracks, letting out a sharp exhale as Crosshair accidentally bumps into you. "Why have you stopped?" he questions, and you can hear the annoyance in his tone, despite his voice being distorted through his helmet. You peer behind the corner again, double-checking what thought you just saw. Yep, your target's friends have begun heading your way, presumably going to meet up with the target in the club. "We have company," you explain, and begin heading back down the alley you just came from, Crosshair following behind. Thankfully, your target nor his friends know about you and your posse, nor do they know that they're being tracked - soon to be captured. You have the advantage of being anonymous, another pair of strangers throughout the sea of people that cover every square inch of Coruscant, but you still don't want to do anything that may draw attention - such as trailing them. "Just let them walk past, they don't know who we are," Crosshair suggests, walking beside you rather than behind. "And we should keep it that way. We don't want to look suspicious-" "-Doesn't this look suspicious? Coming back the way we came?" He has a point. Another small alley catches your attention, one that you're yet to go down, and you drag Crosshair by his wrist, pulling him down the surprisingly quiet passage. It backs onto a bunch of shops, with loth-cats rummaging through bins, and strangers sat on their back porches. "Are they still following us?" you question. Crosshair peers slightly over his shoulder. "Yes," he states. "You're taking us down an alley that leads to the back of the club. Have you not been paying attention to where we've been walking?" "I was more focused on finding a ladder." Crosshair lets out a defeated sigh. "We should have scaled a wall. It's Coruscant, people do weird things here all the time." As true as his statement may be, your target and his friends would definitely suspect something if they saw two strangers scaling up a wall, especially when they have bounties on their heads. A ladder it is, hopefully. Your comlink flashes, and Hunter questions what's taking so long. After explaining that Coruscant is lacking in the ladder department, and that your target has a few broody looking friends, he suggests that you two find somewhere safe to hide instead. Hunter needs to draw the target out before his buddies arrive, so the mission goes on without you two. No bother, this isn't the first time they've had to leave one of you out, or two... The alley finally leads to the back of the club, and there's a hefty crowd of people. This is the smoking area, possibly? But the sight of another alley catches your attention, a thin one, somewhat safe and hidden behind the thickness of strangers. You two begin weaving your way through, eventually coming to a halt between the tight walls. You prop yourself against one, and Crosshair takes the other, your feet touching subconsciously. It's a tight squeeze. You let out a deep breath, thankful that you're not buried under a helmet or a heap of armour; Crosshair seems indifferent, looking out over the sea of people and watching as the targets friends begin heading inside the club. Phew, you went unnoticed, just two strangers making their way through the universe.   "One of them is coming this way," Crosshair unfortunately announces, his eyes meeting yours under the thickness of his visor. "I told you we shouldn't have come back the way we came." Shit. Ugh. Hunter told you two to stay safe and hidden, and this is definitely not heading in the direction that you want it to go. You look at your surroundings, attempting to find an escape route, but all you can see is a variety of strangers, busy chatting away, mingling, unaware of the danger that surrounds them. Wait. Maybe you can make it look as if you're just another pair of strangers in this crowd, and it'll be hard for your tailgater to begin asking questions and making accusations if both your mouths are occupied. "Take off your helmet," you order, and frown as Crosshair laughs from beneath it. "This isn't a very smart plan. I'd prefer having my helmet on if this stranger is going to start-" "-Just take it off! Trust me!" You cut him off, and watch as Crosshair grumbles whilst removing his helmet, cooping it beneath his arm. "Now what?" Crosshair questions, unimpressed as ever. You peek over the crowd and pull a worried expression as the stranger continues nearing, struggling to get through the thickness of people, and even barging a few clueless people out of the way. People always seem to forget that manners are a blessing. There's a sickly feeling in your stomach, both nervous about kissing your associate, and nervous that he'll reject you. How are you meant to explain this plan? Ask him to kiss you? Attempt to explain your silly thoughts to him? There's no time, and words fail you. Crosshair raises a brow as you babble "sorry," split seconds before stepping between his feet, placing a soft hand on his armoured chest, and pressing your lips to his. Crosshair freezes. He's tense, thick, eyes widening. You're kissing him. If his lip weren't occupied then he'd laugh and comment "brilliant plan," because it really is, but instead he stupidly stands there, as if he's forgotten how to function, let alone kiss back. And unknown to you, he has butterflies churning in his stomach, along with a thick lump in his throat. But he finally kisses back, his spare gloved hand moving up to cup the back of your head as he moves his lips against yours. Just in time, too, as the stranger who was about to begin asking questions realizes that you're just another pair of lovesick fools in this sea of people. He rolls his eyes at the sight before beginning his journey back through the crowd, heading into the club to unfortunately find that the rest of his crew has gone missing. Neither of you peek open your eyes to wonder if the stranger has gone away, but nobody has attempted to catch your attention, meaning the stranger must be gone. He's gone, you two are safe, and neither of you are moving away. The grip on the back of your head tightens, and Crosshair gambles a bold move by lightly running his tongue across your lower lip, only to be welcomed into your mouth. You can feel the corners of his lips move, turning upwards, smiling as you allow him to make the kiss messier. It's needy, desperate, and something that you've both been craving for a long time. "I think he's gone," Crosshair quietly mutters against your lips, not giving you the ability to answer as he kisses you again. Sadly, the sound of your comlink beeping forces your lips to part, and you remain pressed up against Crosshair as you answer. It's Hunter, ordering you two to return to the ship. They have the target, the mission was successful in every aspect. Every. Aspect. "We should get back. You know what Hunter's like if he's kept waiting," Crosshair comments. His hand removes itself from the back of your head, and he gives your hip a comforting squeeze before fully moving away. "Yeah, come on," you sigh, and unwantingly pull your body away from his. You're about to begin heading through the crowd once more, but Crosshair lightly tugs your wrist. "Nice plan," he comments, a smug expression across his lips. The expression disappears as he puts his helmet back on, although you know he's going to be looking smug for a long time. You did kiss him, after all, but he also kissed you back. "Thanks," you reply. "You played your role well," you jab back, earning your own smug expression before turning your focus to heading through the sea of people, overhearing Crosshair laugh behind you, his hand slipping down your wrist to entwine his fingers between yours, keeping you close.

[jostepherjoestar]

Maybe Jotaro, Risotto, Prosciutto, Bruno and Leone friendship HCs with a fem friend thats llike your generic dumbass but they are just like a soft dumbass, she is just too cute to get mad at no matter how stupid she is. So basically a smol sweet dumbass that just radiate baby energy. Like she just runs up to them saying she want to show them something cool and its just a pretty rock but she looks so happy xjsbkss 💖

Pure of heart, dumb of ass fem!friend with Jotaro, Risotto, Prosciutto, Bruno and Abbacchio HC’s

sfw // fem reader

lemme just say, reader is baby and that’s valid 🥰this is so adorably pure ugh ya done killed me anon 🥺💖✨(can very much relate tho, glad my friends put up with my dumb antics)

Jotaro:

“Why am I friends with you again? Yare yare...” A phrase you’ll hear every time you’re hanging out with this tall bastard. He’ll tease you for being a bit of a dumbass but is incredibly drawn to how kind, sweet and absolutely thoughtful you are.

You remind him of Josuke and Okuyasu which only makes him like you even more. And the added cuteness-factor made him admit to himself he does indeed love cute things, no matter how adamantly he denies it to you.

His favourite thing to do is bring you along to the beach for field research, knowing just how wide eyed and giddy you get when you’re allowed to collect shells and rocks or even poke a jellyfish. You seem very good at spotting irregularities in your surroundings, making quite the good assistant to Dr. Kujo.

You’re even allowed to help with lab research, studying petri dishes filled with algae as you excitedly point out a very important detail he hadn’t noticed yet, too tired from working such long hours. Sometimes you’re quite the genius without even trying.

More than anything he loves the amount of lightness you bring to his life, his studies and general headspace take a large toll on him. Any relief is a welcome one.

He’ll often find himself smiling at the thought of hanging out again, staring at the collection of trinkets he keeps in a cute little Hello Kitty box you once gave him, which rests on his nightstand as a reminder that it can’t hurt to adapt your lifestyle of mindless giddy; even just the tiniest bit.

Risotto:

Being close friends with Risotto seems a bit impossible without being in his squad, he’s very insistent at keeping outsiders of Passione more than an arm-length away. Good thing that the stoic man is your capo, phew!

He’s apprehensive at first, not really sure why the soft round pebble you brought him reminded you of the man as he studied the mineral, admiring its softness. “It’s like you! Soft and worn down, but very sturdy and unbreakable.” smiling sweetly at him, excitedly awaiting a response.

What was this new feeling of being appreciated and cared for? Risotto’s never really experienced a friendship so pure. He’ll quietly thank you for the pebble and keeps it on his desk, staring in awe as he’s reminded of your kind words every time he spots it.

He knows the others like to tease you for not always being aware of general human knowledge, shooting them an intense glare as a warning to keep any rude comments or jokes to themselves.

Your friendship consists of him mostly listening to you, quietly taking in all the stories you divulge- so full of excitement, telling him facts you picked up somewhere; the source of these often containing varying levels of credibility. He won’t correct you though. (unless it’s something that might actually endanger you)

He values your friendship so.much. He’s not used to being treated so kindly, receiving random gifts, being praised for a job well done, having someone who doesn’t judge him in the slightest. He’ll do whatever he needs to keep you safe, from others and yourself, along with trying to return your kindness and care. (he tries his best and it’s so cute)

(you guys hold hands for safety when you’re out in the city... just saying, it’s adorable)

Prosciutto:

Prosciutto has a chronic case of “caring older brother disease”. Will need to hold himself back from tying your shoelaces for you, the man knows you can do it it yourself but it’s just taking sooo long.

Just like Risotto, you’d have to be a team member to get close to him in any way. Good thing he recruited you ;)

It’s a bit hard to make him open up about anything personal. You feel like he knows everything about you, while you barely know a thing. When he sees your pouty lip and begging gaze that is way too cute to deny, he’ll cave. Perhaps finally realising it’s alright to lean on others.

He’ll still struggle with continuing the openness, but find relief in your loyalty and understanding. The way you intently listen to his troubles, there to hold his hand if he ever needs it, it makes his heart hurt to know how sweet and gentle you are.

Will keep you and Pesci separate during missions, he’s already getting a migraine from imaging everything that could go wrong without his guidance.

For someone who’s a little more on the dense side, you make up for it in emotional intelligence. Whenever you see how stressed he tends to get, eye twitching without even realising while his shoulders hunch together in discomfort, you come over to hug him. It’s something he had to get used to, the small gesture always calming him down enough to keep going.

Does not appreciate you slipping cute trinkets in his suit pocket. Especially not after finding a snail that one time. You’ve been forbidden from leaving pocket gifts since the incident.

Bruno:

It concerns Bruno just how clueless you can be from time to time. That one time they almost left you behind on a busy station with no cellphone because you found a coin on the ground made him realise you need some extra supervision.

He’s not the type to hold you back from doing things that are guaranteed to result in disaster (unless it’s literally deadly), he wants you to experience the consequences of your own actions.

You do make him hold back his laughter when you try out a stupid idea you know has failed in the past, but change your methods slightly to hope for better results. And you know what? Now he’s curious too.

The man has a weird sense of humour that sometimes even surprises you. He’ll copy your habit of picking up strange trinkets or rocks and asks you to compare findings with him. Like trading marbles, he’ll barter with a smirk.

“Mhh, if you give me that cute shell and that pointy rock... I’ll give you this keychain.” His alluring offer making you question if you’re getting swindled or not. “Hey! That shell is at least worth two stickers!” He’ll heartily laugh at your reply, a mischievous smile while thinking over the trade. “Ok, two stickers and a pebble then.”

With a firm handshake the deal goes through. The rest of the gang never knows how to respond, staring in amazement as their grown-ass capo barters with their grown-ass teammate. He loves being silly with you and forgetting all the pressures of life for just a moment.

Bruno takes his time opening up to you, but finds your presence so comforting it becomes very easy to trust you. As a vital part of his team he finds it important to be able to lean on each other for support and is glad you offer him just as much trust and loyalty.

Abbacchio:

Will never admit he can’t live without you anymore. You’ve become the shining beacon of assumed happiness the man never thought existed. He knows you won’t always be go-lucky and have your own troubles and struggles but admires how you handle them.

Don’t get me wrong, he’ll still gladly tease you for your occasional (well, more like frequent) stupidity. He’ll let you know with a big huff you should smarten up; “Read a book that doesn’t have pictures in it for once.”

He’ll be the first to correct any wrong info you’ve been given, unless he thinks it’s funny. Like when Mista made you believe you needed to order dessert at Libeccio or they’ll kick you out for breaking their beloved rule. It’s only when he saw the panic in your eyes when you finished your main course one day -too full for any sweets to come- that he assured you it was a dumb joke. (he’ll put all the blame on Mista)

Abbacchio seems to tether to people who have a positive influence on him without even realising, it won’t be obvious to him, but just like with his loyalty and admiration for Bruno, he’ll make sure you know it once he finds out.

Not that it’s a bad thing, his need to cling to anything that might help him stay afloat just needs to stay healthy. You didn’t even realise your effect on him, you were too busy trying to figure out a way to turn that scowl into that smirk.

After gifting him a handmade friendship bracelet that had the shortened versions of your names spelled on it, he hugged you. So tightly it was suffocating, you were shocked since he’s never been the touchy type. “Leone! I can’t breathe...” He’ll let go after the complaint but that look on his face will never leave your memory. The face of being loved unconditionally by choice, no matter how unworthy he might think himself of it.