#it's nice seeing him enjoy a good alcoholic beverage for once...

[forgottenbones]

Château Husson Châteauneuf-du-Pape Valentine's Day Review

[maikissed]

jude bellingham x reader

„Grab me one as well, will you?” your friend called after you when you decided to go find yourself a cold drink.

The sunny weather relenting, yet the higher temperature still palpable even at this hour. A rather rare occurrence, even at this time of the year. It was pleasant, everyone enjoyed themselves this summer. You stepped out of a quite tight group of people to spot a long table full of snacks and mini fridges stacked along. A beer, you pondered? But your face fell in an instant as you noticed two male figures seated right next to the alcoholic beverages and there was a moment when you took a step to turn around but reconsidered, at last. Let’s not be this petty, for once. Huffing under your breath you strode straight at them, flashing a boy named Tanner a smile, pretending not having a reaction at somebody’s curious gaze, glancing over you up and down.

“Hi Tanner, Jude” you murmured eyeing the drinks trying to pick which one you would enjoy. You hesitated. Why was it so hard?

You flexed your hand. A problem with Jude Bellingham was that you hated his guts. An immense example of excessive ego, tormenting self-confidence and raging impudence framed in a pretty face that made your blood boil whenever you did as much as look into his eyes. And the most annoying of things was that you could never expect whatever might come out of his mouth.

A quick glance his way, a mistake, little cocky smirk visible on his lips. A pool was quite close, maybe you would have the chance to push him into it as the night goes by. But now he was seated on a foldable chair, like the fishing chairs one, a choice of beer standing next to his right elbow, his head on the level of your waist.

“May I be of assistance?” he asked, his eyes shining as he looked up at you.

“You can move” you tutted.

It was probably visible, how stiff you stood. Your hands placed on your hips. He looked over his shoulder.

“You can reach ‘em”

“Two Stellas, would you?” you shifted from one foot to the other.

You hated this beer. It was actually the first one you’ve spotted.

He smiled, rather softly, and grabbed the bottles with one hand. You noticed a cola can in his left grip. Of course, he rarely drinks anything of alcohol.

“Nice legs, don’t get to see these quite often” he murmured as you reached to get your bottles, almost prepared to say a polite thank you but there it was again. An unexpected comment that made your left eye twitch. Your skirt suddenly way to short for your liking. And he was seated, enjoying a very good view.

“Have a good look then” you snickered “Might be the last time”

He laughed at your comment, his perfect white teeth showing, and a hot wave flashed under your skin.

“I will, thank you” he nodded before you spun around to find your friends “See you around, angel face!” he shouted at your back and without even thinking about it, you waved a middle finger at him, glad that you were far away right now to breath steadier.

You hated that nickname.

Sally hated the beer you collected as well. But it was quickly forgotten as you turned into a different selection of drinks later that night. Heads lighter, bodies buzzing with warmth even after the temperature dropped a few hours later.

“They’re doing body shots!” Sally gasped and not even a second later you felt her tugging you into a small group of people near the bar.

You laughed at the sight.

“Wanna try?” you tempted her, eyeing a tall girl putting salt on a girls cleavage.

Tequila shot, you thought to yourself. Quite kinky shit for your taste.

“Fun, let’s do it” she jumped and before you could even register the course of events, she forced you down on a tall table.

You resisted, grabbing her forearms to stand up, feeling stressed, but you could already see the smile on the tall girl standing next to you, encouraging you to lay down.

“You bitch” you laughed with your eyes wide as Sally whispered something to Dominic who appeared at her side suddenly.

You’ve never done this before and it stressed you at first but you were already on this goddamned table so you just lied down, your eyes glued to the bartender girl.

“Cleavage or belly?” she asked with a sweet voice and you gasped, lost for words for a second before you nodded at her.

“Belly”

Rising your top a little you relaxed, but she still moved the material even higher on your body. You chuckled to yourself. You felt a bit stupid. At the corner of your eye you could spot Dominic moving around the table, probably to be the one who will take the shot, you thought, so you relaxed even more since it would not be that bad if it would be your friend who’ll take it. The tall girl used an ice cube to moisten your skin a little before putting a short line of salt on it. Just right after, a piece of lemon was placed between your teeth and finally, as she was pouring the liquor into your belly button, you took your eyes off her actions to look to your left. And instantaneously you froze when it was in fact not Dominic standing right at the table but the motherfucking Jude Bellingham himself, his dark eyes boring into yours, sly smirk forming upon his lips as he observed your reaction. You almost protested but the lemon blocked your lips from moving and your limbs turned to stone as you were processing what was actually going on. Your skin buzzed, you breathed hard through your nose, your eyes narrowed angrily as you realised he was absolutely enjoying this. And he was going to enjoy it to the fullest. With his hands clasped behind his back he leaned down, his eyes not leaving yours on the way and you shuddered at the weight of his gaze. You averted your gaze when the tip of his tongue met your skin, slowly collecting the trail of salt from your skin. But the moment his lips sucked gently around your belly button your muscles tensed and you closed your eyes at the hefty, overwhelming feeling that almost paralyzed you down from your waist. Your mind hazy, your breath shallow, you opened your eyes just at the moment when he leaned down to grab the lemon straight from your lips. He looked at it for a short second before he bit it, making sure that his lips made a slight contact with yours. You blinked, absolutely electrified against your will. What the hell just happened?

“Up, baby” the tall brunette sang to you and you flinched a little, hoisting yourself up on the surface.

That infuriating boy stood there still, his hand outstretched for you to take it, with intention to help you get down. Simply accepting it, you placed your fingers in his hand and there was some kind of triumph painting on his features that made many sensations rumble inside you, something trying desperately to get out of you. The simplest way? Through the mouth.

“I’m going to wipe that smirk off your face, Bellingham” you spat, a tad breathless.

But his smile turned wider and he chuckled under his breath. His fingers reached for the material of your top to pull it down to it’s proper state, covering still exposed parts of your body. It surprised you, his flesh on yours creating a wave of goose bumps on it’s track.

“I love seeing you get so riled up when a little provoked”

You gasped. A little provoked? What a pesky ass.

He took a step as if with intention to pass you, yet he lowered his head right next to your ear.

“You have no idea how much I want to put my tongue in different places on your body”

Fucking hell.

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“You know y/n, I think Jude has a thing for you” Dominic’s point made you frown in question as you seated yourself in the back of his car.

Turned out he was the driver tonight.

“A thing?” Sally snorted, taking her eyes away from the mirror seated on the visor in front of her “He’s trying to fuck her and she’s playing hard to get”

“That’s not true!” you protested angrily “He lives to annoy and torment me”

“Ahh, it’s so fifth grade, you little babies. Wait ‘till he starts pulling on your ponytails” she mocked you, making Dominic laugh out loud.

“Oh, he can do that for sure” Dominic made a visual impression of doggy-style fucking, his hips moving back and forth on the seat, his hand up imitating hair pulling, sounds like groaning coming from his mouth.

“Ay, ay!” you shouted, trying to jam Sally’s loud laughter filling the car “Shut up fuckheads. I’m done with your shit. What are we even waiting for anyway?”

But before you could get your answer the back door opened and you heard voices coming from outside.

“Go in first, babes? I don’t like sitting in the middle” a high female voice reached your ears and you rolled your eyes because of fucking course Dominic agreed to take Jude and his cute little addition on your ride home. You didn’t mind Lyla, she just talked too much to the point of being slightly annoying.

Moving to the left you made space for them, already furious with the fact that you had to deal with this boy still. Sally gave you one last look before turning away and you huffed as one of Jude’s legs collided with yours as he slumped down next to you.

“Must you take all of the space?” you burked as Dominic sped off the driveway.

“Sorry princess, there’s not much of it”

You did not dare to look his way, feeling his heat on the side of your body you focused to keep your composure. His words from earlier still ringing in your ear, making you nervous and edgy. You feared every single sensation that awoke inside of you as you replayed them in your head. Minutes passed by with Dominic’s techno music playing from the speakers, Lyla’s blabbering and Sally’s throw ins every once in a while. You were under the impression that this ride already lasted a lifetime. You’ve been finally able to relax a bit before you felt Jude’s hands sneaking down around your knee, his fingers resting on the inside of your calf. You jumped a little, but his attention was still on Lyla’s talking. Sneaky bastard. Gentle trails he started to draw on your skin made you give his side a hard nudge but it did not discourage him. You readjusted your position and his hand was still there, his head turned to the other direction, acting utterly fascinated by the stories of his companion, so you kicked his ankle as forcefully as you could to bring his attention to you. But to no avail. Actually, his hand moved higher, as much as the position let him to still keep it discreet, and he squeezed the back of your thigh, just above the knee. It was dark but you could see it, his fingers wrapped around your leg and you looked up as you realised Sally with Domenic got involved in some heated discussion about upcoming concerts in your city with Lyla.

“If you won’t take your hand off of me I’ll brake every single bone in your fingers” you hissed in Jude’s ear, your face centimetres from his when he turned your way.

Accepting your words as a dare he shot you a mischievous smile and moved his hand up, visibly placing it on the top and inside of your thigh and you panicked so terribly, quickly grabbing your little sweater to cover his hand placed so high between your legs. You did not want your friends to notice, what he was doing was outrageous and you jumped, pressing your legs together. Tantalizingly, disturbingly the skin on your thigh, your neck and cheeks begun to burn and you took it as an awful sign of the fact that it turned you on so badly, you wanted to move and make more space for his fingers to proceed higher and higher, until…

His face inches from your ear, his breath hot on your neck.

“You will have to finish it yourself, angel face. Feel free to call me if you need help”

[callsigns-haze]

Out of All: Chp 5

Jake Seresin x OC! Anna Bradshaw

Brothers' Best Friend Series! Follow along as these characters navigate the treacherous waters of love, loyalty, and desire, all while facing the ultimate taboo: falling for your sibling's best friend. From heart-pounding moments to steamy encounters, this series is a rollercoaster of emotions that will keep you hooked until the very end. Brace yourself for intense romantic tension, sizzling chemistry, and enough drama to keep you guessing. Are you ready to embark on this captivating journey?

This chapter includes explicit sexual content with detailed descriptions of sexual activity and intimacy between characters. Scenes depict physical intimacy, including kissing, touching, and biting, with characters described in states of undress. Emotional intensity is explored, encompassing themes of longing, desire, and vulnerability, with brief references to past trauma. Characters may be shown consuming alcoholic beverages, and mature themes such as casual relationships

SMUT

It's been two weeks since your panic attack and excuse of being sick.

For the past few weeks you and Jake have been sneaking around. He's perfectly fine with knowing your Bradley sister and your fine with him being your older brothers wingman. At the start it was weird, it felt like I'm some way you were lying to Bradley even though he had no way of knowing but now it was more fine.

Jake and you made up a sort of schedule. You'd meet Wednesday, Fridays and Sundays. Not every week and not all those days but those were the day the two of you were available and possible to meet. Sometimes it worked that you'd only meet once a week on a Friday so next time you'd see him only for the following Sunday.

This week the day fell on a specific date which let's put it nicely…scared you. You didn't know if he'd still meet or if he would want to in the first place. The next date turned out to be valentine's day. But you and Jake technically have no feelings towards each other which complicated things more. You told Jake about the situation that you didn't know I he still wanted this to happen but he said you could come over.

This kind of situation was an experience for you and Jake. You'd try things you've never done before in the past and this was one of those things. You are extremely nervous. Jake has ate you out many times before but the idea of sitting on his face was a little scary to you. You're not sure why you are so nervous. Maybe it's the fact that you find sitting on someone's face to be uncomfortable. But Jake assured you you're going to love it

"Ready?" Jake asked from his position on the bed.

"Think so." you reply back with a nervous laugh.

Jake can see you're nervous, so he sits up and reaches to embrace you in a hug. A very naked hug. Well, Jake has on boxers but you on the other hand are completely naked. "You're going to be fine. You'll love it. I've never not had a girl enjoy it by the time she finished sitting on my face." You just nodded and relaxed into his body. You knew you were being silly. Why wouldn't you enjoy it. Jake's mouth has done wonders to your pussy every time it goes near, so of course you'll like it.

Jake breaks the hug and lays down flat on his back in the middle of the bed. "Alright, come on. Hover your perfect little pussy over my face and hold onto the headboard for support." Jake demands in a relaxed manner. You do as you're told, trying to forget about your previous nerves. Once your pussy is right over his mouth, with your legs on both sides of his head, supported by your knees, Jake asks, "I'm gonna start now, alright?"

You love how Jake always asked for your consent to touch you. Makes you feel good knowing he'd never do anything you didn't want done to your body. Makes you comfortable knowing you can fully trust someone with your body. "Yes, I'm ready." you reply back. Jake brings both of his large hands to your waist and pulls you down onto his face. Now your pussy is directly on his mouth. First, Jake lays subtle kisses around your lips. His intentions aren't to be teasing but more so ease into it. He wants you to be turned on as much as possible.

At first, you can't look down at him. Too scared to see what this situation looks like, so you just lay your head on your forearm that's resting on the top ledge of the headboard. Right now the gentle kisses he's giving to you around your pussy are delightful. Feels really nice, but you do wish Jake would hurry up because your clit is getting to the point of throbbing. You're just so turned on at this point. Just as you were silently praying he'd do more, Jake swipes his tongue in-between your slit, collecting your clear arousal on his pink tongue. You jump slightly, but his tight hold on your waist doesn't allow you to go very far.

"Mmm, taste so good for me love." Jake mumbles beneath you. His hot breath fanning over your glistening pussy, making shivers run up and down your spine. Then Jake wastes not another second before putting his tongue where he knows you want him most. Your clit. He gently strokes your clit with his tongue, making you just about whine. You're so incredibly sensitive right now. Repeatedly, Jake cat licks your tiny clit, giving you oh so much pleasure.

"Ughh." you moan out.

"Shh love. Relax your muscles and don't be afraid to put your body weight on me." Jake speaks while centimetres away from your throbbing clit. You actually take him up on his offer and lower some of your weight on his face because you realized just how much tension you were holding in your upper body for support. When you do this, Jake takes the opportunity to enclose his mouth completely over your clit. His mouth does wonders you think to yourself. It's so warm and his tongue is so gentle with your most precious parts.

While the entirety of your clitoris is in his closed mouth, Jake does subtle sucking motions. Similarly to how a baby sucks a nipple. He can feel your clit pulse in his mouth and he loves it.

He loves everything about your pussy. The way your arousal taste. The way your pussy lips are shaped. The size of your clit; small but not to small. He loves it all. Jake also loves how reactive you are to his touch. Every lick he makes on your sensitive nerve, you moan and groan and Jake knows those are your pleasure moans. He can always tell the difference in your I'm in pain sounds to your God this feels so good sounds.

Jake alternates between suctioning his mouth on your clit to licking it with the tip of his tongue. You can feel your stomach muscles tighten with every motion he puts into action on your vagina. A few times he'll swipe his tongue back in-between your pussy lips to collect more of your dripping liquids to bring back up to your clit, swirling it around. You feel overwhelmed but in a good way.

You reckon because you're sitting straight up, all the blood is going straight to your pussy, making the whole thing so much more sensitive then it would be if you were lying down flat.

When you feel you're near your climax, you get the courage to glance down to see the actions Jake is doing to your core below. You lift your head from its position on your forearm and look down to see Jake looking right at you. You make eye contact and you feel like you could burst on the spot. His green, glossy eyes, with his long eyelashes staring into your sole.

You wonder if he's been watching you the entire time. Studying your perky breast and the way your chest heaves when he sucks or licks particularly hard. Then you move your vision slightly back some to making eye contact with his mouth. You study how his mouth is working you to orgasm. Jake's perfectly swollen red lips around your clit, turning you on even more just by the sight. Then he suddenly releases you from his mouth, making you whine, and says in a panting voice, "Ride me tongue."

"What?" you respond, confused at his request.

"Move your hips back and forth on my tongue. Like when you're riding my thigh that you love so much."

Jake sticks his tongue out flat and you start moving your pussy back and forth on it. Each time stimulating your clit. Now that you're more comfortable, you keep eye contact with him, focusing on the pleasure his tongue is giving you. After a minute or two of riding his soft, wet tongue, you moan out in broken breaths, "I think I'm about to come. Oh god I'm gonna come."

When you say that, Jake presses one hand to your lower back and his other to your lower stomach and pulls your body down as much as possible. Then he once again encloses his mouth on your tiny clit, sucking is with the most suction he's done so far. All the sudden, with how powerful his mouth is sucking on your clit, you come. Out of instinct, you reach down and grab a handful of his blonde curls and pull it tight. You know Jake loves to have his hair pulled during sex, so he doesn't mind at all. Actually enjoys the slight pain it brings. Then you push your body down as hard as possible to get the most pleasure possible.

You eventually have to screw your eyes shut because the orgasm is so strong your vision goes blurry. Your thighs are shaking around his head. You try and rut your hips against his mouth but his hold doesn't allow you to anymore.

This whole time, Jake still looks up at you. Watching your every move. Every facial expression. Every sign of pleasurer. Makes him feel good knowing he's the cause of your euphoric state of mind. As you come down from your orgasm, Jake releases your now enlarged clit from his mouth but still kitty licks it a few times to elongate your orgasm as long as possible. When you feel so sensitive it's almost painful, you jerk your pussy away from his mouth and stand on your shaky knees.

You open your eyes and see Jake staring up at you with a big grin on his face. The face that's shining from your cum. Your chest is heaving heavily. There is beads of sweat on your hair line. You are so relived but exhausted at the same time. Jake takes the back of his hand and wipes your cum off his face, then he takes a hold of your waist and pulls you down and over his body.

Now you're laying directly on top of his m chest with your face burred in his neck, trying to control your breathing. Jake pets the back of your head and runs a hand up and down your naked back.

A minute later, Jake breaks the comfortable silence with asking, "So…., how was it."

You pick up your face from his neck to look at his face and reply back with a happy smile plastered on your face, "So good."

"Good, I knew you'd like it," he cups each of your breast in each of his hands.

After that, you and Jake have a few more rounds till you properly collapse beside each other. Both of your sighs are the only sounds in the room but Jake breaks it, "How did Bradley let you out this whole night?"

"My friend is out of town and left me her keys to feed her cat so I told him I was going to go feed it and watch movies."

"Chick…. what about the cat?"

"Fuck!'

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[starshippingweek]

On the third day of Starshipping,

Mod B gives to you a little silly analysis essay on the topic of: the boys’ “favorite” foods.

It’s a widely accepted and/or portrayed idea that Judai’s favorite dish is エビフライ (fried shrimp) and a less prevalent idea that’s nevertheless also found in fics and arts that Yusei loves milk. Some parts of the Asian fandoms even use the 🍤 emoji as a shorthand for Judai (thus making Starshipping 🦀🍤)! But where did these ideas come from - and how much of it is actually based on canon? 

(Note: This analysis is sourced from the subbed version of both shows. I have not watched the dub of either and cannot account for how the dialogue may influence the conclusions drawn here.)

The fried shrimp dish first appeared in GX in Episode 66 (Judai’s First Dream Duel!). It is said to be a special, once-in-a-month treat at Slifer Red Dorm.

Earlier, in Episode 63 (Kenzan VS The Curry Fiend! A Spicy Duel), Manjoume complained that the food at Red Dorm was the same everyday. We can see that it basically consists of fish, pickles, rice, tofu, and miso soup. However, Kenzan remarks that no matter what the meal is, Judai just digs right in, and without his enthusiasm it is hard for the others to have the appetite. So, even though Sho calls this meal Judai’s favorite in Ep 66, it’s not hard to imagine that if you have to eat the same things every single day, you’d come to appreciate something rare and more indulgent like this fried shrimp meal in comparison, right?

I personally think that Judai is the kind of guy who loves to eat, who enjoys the experience of tasting food of all kinds, and he’s prone to excitement towards things that are hard to come by (another example being the Golden Egg Draw Bread - an very nice detail to reinforce the worldbuilding). Perhaps, outside of the context of Duel Academia, fried shrimp wouldn’t particularly stand out as Judai’s absolute favorite amongst all the other food options he may have at his disposal.

However, Judai must’ve developed a sentimental connection of some sort to fried shrimp. It’s entirely reasonable to imagine that after the show ends, as he travels the world, he will come to crave this dish as it reminds him of the memories he’s made at Duel Academia.

Yusei’s connection with milk, on the other hand, is considered as more of a meme that originated from Episode 11 (The Special Pursuit Deck Returns, Regain the Bonds with a Friend), where he walked into a bar at the direction of Himuro to meet Saiga. The bartender got pissy when Yusei ordered milk, but upon seeing the card that Himuro’d given him, complied and gave him a glass on the house.

Now, there’s practically no information to deduce why Yusei made this order in particular. The beverage never came up again in the series (unlike fried shrimp, which made another appearance at the very beginning of GX’s Season 4). Some on the interwebs have speculated that he was not of legal age to drink, so he ordered something non-alcoholic in order not to attract attention, but why not order something else less outrageous in the setting of a bar - such as juice or soda?

Here's my speculation: Since right after he’d been born, Yusei’d never been outside of Satellite. And Satellite, as it’s portrayed, is basically a colony, kept under blockade and sanctions by Neo Domino City. Food is hard to come by, and there is probably not enough agricultural land to keep cattle at a scale where dairy products would be widely available (given that the “island” was a part of the City not long ago). Based on living conditions during wartime and sanctions irl, and based on the fact that there is a black market in Satellite where goods are illegally transported in from Neo Domino, it is likely that dairy products were only available in processed, non-perishable, and lightweight forms such as milk powder or condensed milk. 

Perhaps Yusei's always wondered, at the back of his mind, what fresh milk tasted like ever since he was a small child - the stuff they give the babies at the orphanage having all been formula/powder, and was also hard to come by. Perhaps the very first stop (aside from jail) he makes in Neo Domino presented him with an opportunity to quench his curiosity - and he took it. And, perhaps there might not be any meaning to infer at all - it was just an inside joke that the script writers and animators were making amongst themselves. 

Whatever it is, he quickly downs the glass and leaves, the letting the plot move on to more serious beats - but this for sure became one of Yusei's most iconic moments because it seems to give us a glance into something about his character that we don’t often get to see. I, for one, would love to know all about the things he likes to eat/drink, as well as any emotional connections he might have to them because of his upbringing - similar to Judai’s attachment to fried shrimps, and I think it's great fun to keep thinking that he really is into fresh, whole milk.

These little details get me imagining so many ways they would show love and affection to each other. In Episode 152 of 5Ds’, Yusei is seen taking charge of shopping and cooking up a feast for Team 5Ds - an expression of the love and care he has for his friends. When they're together, he will learn how to prepare a perfect meal of fried shrimps for any time Judai’s cravings arise. On the other hand, Judai’s enthusiasm for food will definitely open up new avenues and culinary adventures for Yusei, who probably does not put as much care into this aspect of his life due to his origin. I especially love it when people touch on this kind of complementing differences between them in their arts and fics.

What do you think? What would a perfect Starshipping meal consist of? What will become their new favorite foods once they get together and get to know each other’s eating habits? Hopefully if you've read all the way to the end (woah!) your head is now filling up with ideas regarding this topic - feel free to share, I'd love to hear 'em!

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HOUSEGUEST

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Pairing: Vampire!Chan & Vampire!Hyunjin x fem reader

Word count: 4,522

Note: First imagine on this account aaaaa I’m so excited! This was one of the first imagines I started working on for this account all the way back in September 2021. It’s inspired by Red Lights (obviously) and my love for vampires. I hope you all enjoy <3

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The black vehicle you were in rolled to a stop in front of a lofty mansion surrounded by trees that had shed their leaves, their scraggly branches looking like bony, needlelike fingers reaching out in different directions. The whole place had such an eerie feel to it you wondered if the driver had taken you to the wrong place by accident. You were scheduled to have dinner at a mansion with some businessmen, but you weren't quite sure this was the right one.

"It looks abandoned." You analyzed aloud after stepping out of the vehicle. "I don't think anyone lives here."

You turned around only to find that the car had pulled away and was already at the end of the driveway. Your mouth dropped open in disbelief. Seeing as you had no way to get back, you decided to at least knock on the door and see if anyone happened to occupy the home.

The place looked uninhabited and dilapidated. The wooden siding appeared weathered and worn and vines had wound their way up the front of the home. The boards on the porch groaned under your feet as you advanced towards to the front door, giving it a few knocks.

You waited for an answer, but didn't get one, so you knocked once more. Still no answer.

Why would you be scheduled to have dinner at an abandoned house? Could there have been a mistake?

You were fully preparing to walk away when the door slowly creaked open, a middle-aged man sticking his head out.

"Oh. Hello, I'm-"

"Y/n L/n." The man cut you off. "They've been expecting you. Please, come in."

The man, who you assume was a butler, pulled open the door, allowing you to walk in. He then led you into a dining room.

Like the rest of the house, the dining area was dimly lit. The table was draped in a red cloth and decorated with black candles, pearls and vases. Something that caught your attention was that there were only three chairs at the table; one on either end and one sitting in the middle.

"Please, have a seat." The butler pulled out a chair for you.

You thanked him, taking your place at the table. Your eyes wandered around the room, taking in the gothic-style decor, noting how some items looked straight out of the 1800s. 

Two men emerged from the entryway and into the dining room. One was tall, slim, and had long, dark hair. The other had a strong build, a slim waist, and blonde hair.

Their appearances threw you off, as they both looked young. You wondered if these two were the people you were supposed to be meeting with. You watched as they each took a seat at either end of the table, the blonde on your left, the dark-haired one on your right.

"Hello. You must be Y/n." The taller one smiled softly.

"Yes." You nodded. "I am."

"It's nice to meet you. I'm Hyunjin."

"We've been looking forward to this meeting." The blonde spoke up, his Australian accent prominent. "I'm Chan."

"It's a pleasure to meet you both."

"It certainly is." Hyunjin grinned.

"Let's get this dinner started, shall we? How about we bring in the appetizers?" Chan suggested.

"That sounds good."

He snapped his fingers and called for who you assume was the butler. Sure enough, the older man who answered the door minutes earlier came in with a rolling cart carrying three plates and two bottles of alcohol.

"Serve the lady first." Chan instructed.

The food and beverage cart came to a stop beside you and a plate was placed before you.

"Wine or champagne?" The butler questioned.

"Champagne please."

"Excellent choice, madam." He grabbed one of the bottles, popping the cork before pouring some into a glass.

He made his way around the table and served the two men of the house before exiting the room leaving the three of you alone.

The atmosphere was uncomfortably awkward. Just who were these guys? They were quite young and appeared to be in their twenties you assumed, maybe they're the business owner's sons. They had to be. That would be the only reasonable explanation.

Picking up your fork, you took a bite of the food that was served, letting out a quiet hum of satisfaction. 

"So, Y/n, your family has done a lot for the business." Chan spoke up, cutting through the deafening silence that was hanging in the air.

"Thank you."

"We're both wondering, what are your future plans?"

"Well, I'm not too sure at the moment. My father has been giving me small tasks for the business, but I'm not so sure I want to take over."

"That's understandable." Chan nodded. "It's nice to have options."

"What about marriage?" Hyunjin inquired.

You were caught off guard by his question.

"Marriage?" You choked out.

You missed the way Chan glared at Hyunjin from across the table.

"Of course. An heiress to a large family business should be looking for a husband, no?" He raised a brow, taking a sip of wine.

"Well, as I said, I'm not sure if I want to take over the business." You decided to gloss over the marriage part, hoping he would drop it.

"And marriage?" He inquired. "A young woman your age should be thinking about settling down."

"That's a bit old-fashioned, is it not?" You countered.

"It is." Chan cut in rather firmly. "It's very old-fashioned."

Hyunjin glared sharply at the blonde across the table, the eldest's eyes narrowing in warning.

"You have a beautiful home." You spoke up, hoping to steer the subject away from marriage as well as loosen some of the tension that seemed to be looming in the air. "It's really nice. Though, it seems like a lot of space for just two people."

"Yes, it often feels empty here." Chan commented somberly. "All this space and no one to share it with."

"Perhaps I could give you a tour." Hyunjin offered with a charming grin, but Chan knew he had an ulterior motive.

"Perhaps after dinner we can both give you a tour." He cut in.

Hyunjin gripped the base of his wine glass in agitation, his patience being tested and pushed to its limits by his older counterpart.

"I would love that." You smiled, completely oblivious to what was going on.

"I should have said this earlier, but you look ravishing." Chan complimented, trying to keep the atmosphere amicable. "That color suits you very well."

"Oh." You brushed your hair back. "Thank you."

Chan swallowed at the sight of your exposed neck, his fingers curling as he gripped his knee in an attempt to ground himself. Hyunjin seemed to be in the same boat, looking as if he could pounce at any moment. Of course, Chan wouldn't let that happen.

"I apologize for being so awkward." You spoke up, shifting in your seat. "I wasn't expecting to be having dinner with the sons of the company owners."

Chan let out a short chuckle of amusement.

"We are the owners, love." Hyunjin answered.

Your eyes winded as a wave of embarrassment hit you. "Oh. I'm so sorry. You're both so young, I just assumed-"

"It's a common misconception." Chan cut in calmly. "It's no problem at all."

Though slightly embarrassed, Chan made you feel better, his tone holding no malice whatsoever. Reaching for your flute of champagne, you took a sip, your mind running through topics to talk about in hopes to fill the eerie silence that seemed to keep settling over the vast dining room.

Hyunjin's dark eyes were trained on you as you took a sipped your champagne, his tongue darting out to lick his lips as he imagined what it would be like to sink his fangs into your flesh, his thirst starting to override his conscience. 

Chan leered across the table at his housemate with a stern expression on his face, silently telling the younger vampire to behave. They'd discussed this prior to the meeting, yet Hyunjin was going against everything they talked about. He could see the temptation on the younger man's face and the way he was slowly breaking down, succumbing to his thirst.

Hyunjin glanced over as Chan shook his head.

"Don't even think about it." He whispered under his breath just loud enough for his friend to hear.

Hyunjin merely rolled his eyes. He was always bad at following rules and even worse at controlling his thirst.

Chan observed his younger comrade, watching the way his jaw clenched, his nails digging into the wood of the dining table, Chan could hear the timber cracking under the inhuman grip of Hyunjin.

The eldest cleared his throat, grabbing the attention of the dark-haired man and momentarily snapping him out of whatever daze he was falling into.

As dinner progressed, there was little talk of the business and what the future held for it.

Once dessert was served, Hyunjin's self-control was hanging by a thread and Chan was very much aware of that, you on the other hand were oblivious to quite literally everything. That's why when Hyunjin's brown irises started swirling with that all too familiar red hue that Chan decided to do something.

"Excuse me for a moment." Chan slowly pushed himself up from the table, giving a tight smile. "Hyunjin, may I speak to you alone for a moment?"

"What ever for?"

Chan's hand came down hard on Hyunjin's shoulder, clutching the fabric of his jacket.

"I think you know."

The younger male pushed himself up from the table reluctantly following his housemate out of the dining room, leaving you alone to wonder what sort of disagreement the two might be having. The entire time you'd been there the atmosphere was less than amicable, a tenseness accompanying the false friendliness.

"I have to have her." Hyunjin all but growled under his breath once the two males were well out of earshot.

"You can't. We talked about this beforehand."

"I just want a taste." He took a step forward only to be stopped by Chan's body.

"I won't let you."

"You want her too." He pointed out. "I can see it on your face."

Chan's jaw clenched in response. "That may be true, but unlike you I know how to control myself."

"Come on, Chan. I know you can smell her from here."

Hyunjin was provoking him and Chan knew that, but it wouldn't work.

"I'm going back out there and you can't stop me. So don't get in my way."

At that, Chan grabbed Hyunjin's collar, roughly jerking him forward

"I'm much stronger than you. I could easily take you. Remember that." Chan reminded lowly in Hyunjin's ear, though it sounded more like a threat.

The youngest's tongue poked the inside of his cheek in agitation as his eyes glared sharply at Chan who was really testing his patience.

"I said don't get in my way." He hissed, baring his fangs.

"Very well, then. You know what has to happen." Chan told him, his voice eerily calm but almost patronizing at the same time.

"Don't you dare."

"It's for her safety."

Chan stood over Hyunjin, chains in his hands, watching as his friend struggled under the restraints that had been wrapped around him.

"I hate you." Hyunjin spat.

Chan wasn't phased in the slightest by the harsh words spilling from the younger's lips only tightening the chains in response.

Hyunjin writhed under the shackles, his fangs bared as he tried to free himself. 

"Better not let Y/n see you like this." Chan taunted with a smirk. "She'll think you're a monster."

"I'm gonna kill you."

"I'd like to see you try."

Hyunjin jerked on the chains once more, trying to sit up, only to be held back. He let out a low growl, annoyed at his confinement.

"This for your own good, Hyunjin. I can't have you hurting our guest."

"You just want her all to yourself."

"Maybe, but I also don't want her drained dry by you. She came here for a business dinner, not to be our dinner."

With Hyunjin confined to the bed and the threat now taken care of, Chan slipped out of the room and returned to the dining area where you sat.

"Sorry about that."

"Where's Hyunjin?"

Chan let out a regretful sigh. "There's something I need to tell you about him."

"What is it?" 

"He's very dangerous. You shouldn't be around him."

"He is?" You asked, softly.

"Yes. You'd better stay close to me."

"Where is he?"

"Don't worry about that. He's not nearby, which is all that matters." He told you. "Now, how about that tour? I would love to show you around."

You momentarily wondered what was so dangerous about Hyunjin and considered excusing yourself, but Chan had such a comforting and welcoming energy you couldn't possibly say no to him.

"Okay."

"Wonderful." He smiled, offering you his hand. "Shall we begin?"

You took his hand and allowed him to lead you out of the dining room and into the massive living room, the couch and chairs made of maroon velvet. Upon closer inspection you were able to see intricate swirls and curls that were carved into the dark cherry wood lining the top of the backrest. A dust-free coffee table sat in front of the couch, a modern abstract art sculpture placed in the middle.

"The furniture is beautiful." You complimented. "Thank you. It was passed down to Hyunjin and I."

"You're lucky to have such beautiful furniture. These pieces are like something straight out of a castle."

"Ah, well, we like the gothic, vintage aesthetic."

Chan continued on, leading you to a study, then an art studio which he said belonged to Hyunjin. Some of his works were hung on the walls, most of them depicting landscapes and other scenery painted with watercolor or oil paints while others were sketched with pencil. 

You walked in step with Chan as he strode down the massive corridor lined with vintage paintings and vases on pedestals. You came to a stop, taking a moment to admire the plants. 

"Beautiful flowers." You commented, gazing at the vase full of crimson blooms.

"Do you know what the meaning of red roses are, Y/n?" Chan inquired.

You shook your head. "I don't."

"They symbolize passion, romance... desire." His gaze trailed over, eyeing you up and making you shy away from him.

"I see." You murmured, feeling your cheeks burn. "I need to use the lady's room, if you don't mind. Where can I find it?"

"Ah, of course. It's just down the hall. Turn the corner and keep going until you reach the door with the purple flowers beside it."

You responded with a quiet thank you before scurrying off. You didn't actually have to use the restroom, you just needed to go somewhere private to collect yourself. Both Chan and Hyunjin have been extremely charming and flirtatious since you arrived at the manor, this attention being something you weren't used to and it left you feeling a bit overwhelmed.

The hallways in the mansion were like a maze. Each door looked the same, making it harder to keep track. Even with Chan's instructions you weren't sure where the restroom was. 

The door with the purple flowers. You repeated mentally, looking at each vase that lined the hall, stopping when you spotted the violet-hued blooms, the only problem was the flowers sat between two doors. 

Maybe it's this one.

You reached out and twisted the knob, pushing the door on the left open, but it wasn't the restroom you found.

To your surprise, Hyunjin was splayed out on the bed, his lithe body wrapped in chains. He jerked on the metal restraints, growling as he tried and failed to escape.

When you entered the room, his head lifted, his crimson irises boring into you. You stepped back, startled by the unnatural and unsettling sight.

"Hyunjin?"

His eyes gleamed at the sight of you.

"Y/n." He purred. "There you are."

"I was just looking for the restroom." You squeaked out. "I got lost."

"Seems you have."

The way he was looking at you made you feel as if you were a piece of meat, prey that was seconds from being devoured. Before you could even try leaving, Hyunjin spoke up.

"Come closer." He said, his voice silken and sultry. 

"I don't think that's a good idea."

"Why?"

"Chan says I need to stay away from you."

"Well, Chan's a liar. He's even more dangerous than me."

"What do you mean?"

"Come closer and I'll tell you."

You looked at him warily.

"Come on, Y/n. I won't bite."

Your foot moved forward as you took a step towards the bed, your heart pounding in your chest, hammering against your rig cage. Hyunjin could hear it loud and clear, his mouth watering as he thought about the delicious blood your racing heart was pumping through your body.

Everything in you screamed at you to turn around and leave, but something about Hyunjin drew you to him and you couldn't seem to stop yourself. You came to a stop beside the bed, making sure to keep your distance as you took in his restrained form.

"Come a little closer." He breathed.

"Why are you chained up?" You asked, ignoring his request.

"Lean down and I'll whisper it to you."

Slowly you began to lean down closer to Hyunjin, his sanguine irises seeming to glow as the space between the both of you diminished, then just before you could get too close, a hand reached out to grab hold of your arm and jerk you back away from the dark-haired male. You bumped into a firm chest, causing a grunt to slip from you.

"What are you doing in here?" Chan asked.

It was then that you realized it was him who had grabbed you.

When did he get in here?

"I'm sorry. I went in the wrong room." You apologized.

"You need to get out." He told you sternly, leading you towards the bedroom's entrance.

"I knew I should have locked the door." He grumbled under his breath.

"Y/n, don't let him take you." Hyunjin called from the bed.

You turned to Chan. "What's he talking about?"

"Nothing. He's not in his right mind."

"He's a wolf in sheep's clothing." Hyunjin continued. 

He was lying through his teeth. Chan was responsible and fully capable of controlling his bloodthirsty tendencies, but Hyunjin wanted you so badly he was willing to say whatever to get you to trust him.

Chan was quick to push you behind him.

"Leave." He demanded.

You took a hesitant step back, watching the way his eyes never left Hyunjin's, the two glaring at each other with such anger, it permeated the air. In that moment, you could have sworn you saw Chan's eyes flash the same crimson hue as Hyunjin's.

You slowly started backing towards the door, the animosity so palpable it was nearly suffocating you. Your hand reached for the doorknob.

"Don't leave."

It was Hyunjin that spoke.

"Stay and watch the show."

You turned to see a dark and amused smirk on his face. Chan grabbed him by the collar, the chains jingling in response to his harsh actions.

"I can't believe you." He growled. "This was supposed to be a civil dinner and you can't go five minutes without thinking about feeding."

Feeding?

"You wouldn't have to worry about that if you just let me do what I wanted. You're always getting in the way!" Hyunjin hissed, two sharp fangs on display making you gasp, your back hitting the door as you stepped further away from the two.

"Well, when letting you do what you want could cause harm to our dinner guest, I have to step in and intervene."

"I wasn't going to kill her. I just wanted a taste."

"What's going on?" You finally asked, having had enough of this odd behavior.

There was something that you didn't know and you hated that they were arguing as if you weren't standing right there in the room. Not only that, but you were starting to get scared and wondered if you were in danger.

"I didn't want it to come to this." Chan sighed, turning towards you, his irises matching Hyunjin's. "Unfortunately, you've walked into a house of vampires."

Your body went cold, limbs going numb as you felt the blood drain from your face.

Vampires.

As outlandish and impossible as it sounded, it made sense. The eerie vibe that seemed to loom over the mansion, the antique decor inside, Hyunjin's glowing red eyes, and both boys' odd behavior. It all added up. You knew the truth, but you couldn't seem to process it.

"Look, you've scared her." Hyunjin remarked from his restrained position.

"You're the one who scared her." Chan snapped, agitated at his younger housemate for ruining the evening.

Out of all the questions and phrases swarming around your jumbled and confused mind, the words that came out were, "I need to leave."

Before you could even reach for the doorknob, Chan was standing before you, stopping you from doing anything.

"Not so fast."

You stiffened, fearing the thought of what he might do to you and what he was capable of.

"You can't leave without letting me explain."

"Then explain."

Chan gave a glance to Hyunjin before pulling you out of the room, ignoring the younger vampire's protests as he did so.

"I'm sorry you had to see that." He apologized once you were standing out in the hallway.

You didn't respond, instead taking a step away from Chan in hopes to put a little distance between the both of you.

"Despite what you saw, Hyunjin knows how to control himself. However, some days are a struggle—especially today. I had to chain him up in order to keep him from doing something stupid. Our plan was to have a nice meal with you and discuss business."

"You didn't exactly do that."

"No, and I blame Hyunjin for that. He was getting way off topic earlier."

Though Chan seemed to be the most level-headed between the two, you didn't want to let your guard down completely. After all, these are vampires you're dealing with. If there was some truth in those not-so-fictitious stories, then Chan and Hyunjin's kind were very persuasive.

"You're not going to hurt me, are you?"

It was a stupid question to ask. He could very easily lie and say he would never lay a finger on you.

Chan seemed taken aback at your inquiry, his expression showing the slight offense he had taken due to the query. "No. Of course not."

You studied his features, gazing warily into his crimson irises. He could sense your unease and was quick to return to his normal appearance, not wanting to make you any more uncomfortable than you already were.

"I promise. You have my word, Y/n."

A beat passed before you nodded. "Alright."

You hoped you wouldn't regret that.

He took a single step forward and it took everything in you not to back away.

"I didn't even ask if you were okay." He tilted his head to the side, one of his hands coming up to cup your cheek as he scanned your face, concern etched onto his alluringly handsome features.

You had to admit, despite knowing Chan and Hyunjin were both vampires, you couldn't deny the fact that they were both incredibly good-looking and charming. 

They could drain you dry in less than a minute. A voice in your head reminded you.

But the way Chan's thumb dragged along your bottom lip so delicately was making you think differently.

Hyunjin, who was just on the other side of the door, could hear how fast your heart was beating. He jerked on the chains in another failed attempt to break or loosen them, growling in agitation when they didn't budge, only rattling due to his abrupt movements.

"I know what you're doing!" He yelled from inside. "You want her all to yourself!"

"I would suggest continuing the tour of the mansion, but I think it's best we send you home." Chan mentioned, dropping his hand from your face, choosing to ignore his younger counterpart's comments from inside the room.

Home. You liked the sound of that.

This day had been far too strange for your liking.

"What about him?" You asked.

"I'll deal with him later. A blood bag is all he needs to calm him down."

The mention of the bodily fluid made the corner of your mouth twitch downward in distaste. He spoke about it so casually as if it was a normal thing—well, for them it was.

"Follow me." Chan extended his hand, but you didn't take it.

He slowly retracted his outstretched palm, resting his hands behind his back and striding down the hallway.

Back in the living room, Chan offered you a seat on the sofa. You obliged, keeping your hands folded in your lap and your eyes fixed on the floor. The feeling of the couch cushion sinking next to you grabbed your attention. Sitting right beside you on the sofa was Chan, his deep brown eyes gazing at you, scanning over your features.

He brought his hand up to your face, his thumb caressing your cheek, a gentle smile on his full lips, which you noticed were incredibly pretty.

"I'm glad you're okay, my sweet."

The term of endearment made your heart flip despite being on edge around him.

Your gaze stayed locked on Chan as he leaned in and pressed a delicate kiss just underneath your ear, hesitant in his actions as if to test the waters. Your mind screamed danger but you couldn't seem to move away. You wondered if he was capable of compelling people like the movies depict or if he was just that charming.

His kisses moved further down your neck, nearing your carotid artery. Your breath hitched in response, worried of what his true intentions were.

"I won't hurt you." He assured gently, pressing another kiss to your skin.

The sound of a car horn outside made Chan pull away. He got to his feet and moved over to see who it was.

"Oh." Chan peered out the window. "Looks like your ride is here."

Though he proved to not be a threat, you couldn't help but feel a sense of relief.

"I should go, then." You responded, keeping your voice even so as not to give away how eager you were to leave the mansion.

Despite your efforts to appear calm, Chan could hear how rapidly your heart was racing and he knew it wasn't from the kiss.

He led you over to the front entrance and allowed you to step outside where you muttered a goodbye over your shoulder and got inside the car, not closing the door just yet.

"Come back soon, yeah?" Chan grinned, waving at you from the doorway.

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[todoroki-waifu]

Todoroki x F! Reader

Warnings: Everyone is aged up appropriately! Mentions of alcohol and female reader.

Scenario: Drunk confessions.

Word Count: 773

Genre: Fluff

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"Happy birthday, Mina!" The entire class 1A was gathered at Hagakure's house, throwing a surprise party for the pink hero. It had been so long since everyone gathered together so it was nice seeing everyone at the same time. 

However, you were glad that you and Todoroki continued to see each other often even after graduating from UA. It was hard getting everyone to one location due to conflicting schedules. 

You always hung out with the half and half hero at least two or three times a week, especially on Fridays and weekends. You both would exchange texts frequently as well.

Todoroki wasn’t the only one you closely connected with after UA, but he was different. You had the biggest crush on your close friend. It was so hard to read him so you could never determine if he returned those feelings.  

Ah, if only you knew the truth.

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"You okay, Todoroki-kun?" The half and half hero directs his gaze towards his green haired friend.

"Ah, yes. Sorry, I was. . .distracted." He sips on his beverage, Midoriya looking towards where Todoroki was focused on. He sees you talking with Tsuyu, Uraraka, Aoyama, and Iida, most likely catching up with the four. He looks back at his friend after hearing him sigh quietly. Todoroki had his cup to his lips becoming distracted again by your laugh.

"You haven't told her yet, have you?" Midoriya asks, fully aware of his feelings for you.

"No, not yet. I'm not sure how to approach it nor am I sure of her feelings for me." Todoroki lowers his cup, his slightly sad gaze directed downwards.

"I-I'm sure she feels the same! You two are pretty close, huh? She's not really like that with anyone else. Besides, if she wasn't that comfortable with you, she would've said something."

"I suppose."

"But no pressure, Todoroki-kun! C'mon, let's just enjoy and see what everyone else is up to." Midoriya knew how madly in love both of you were with one another. 

He had been harboring this secret for quite some time and it has been killing him. He promised both of you to not say a word but it was so awkward being in the middle. He just wanted his two friends to be happy!

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A couple hours have passed by and you were enjoying everyone's company despite it being a little loud. But you didn't mind. It was filled with joy, laughter, and some good music.

You and Todoroki found yourselves in the kitchen, taking a celebratory shot with the birthday girl. Once she finishes her drink, she leaves to find Hagakure and Jirou.

"Oh boy, I'm gonna need a break." Todoroki hears you say and he glances over to you, seeing your face more flushed than usual. You had both your hands on your cheeks, feeling the heat radiating off your skin. He could also feel his own face increasing in temperature, but it was more due to how cute you looked rather than the alcohol.

Your adorable pout, the blush across your face, and the cute expressions you made in reaction to something made him weak. He diverted his thoughts back to your comment, not wanting to get caught staring.

"Are you alright?"

"Yes, of course! I'm with Todoroki, Shouto, the best person in the whole, wide world and my biggest crush!"

"E-excuse me? Crush?"

"Mhm! I love Todoroki, Shouto! He's the sweetest, kindest, and most handsomest man I know. He's also really smart and an amazing hero. I love watching him fight, but I hate it at the same time because I get really sad when he gets hurt. But he's so cool when he goes whoosh with his right arm and them bop with his other. He's just so.. so perfect!" You giggled to yourself.

"Is he now? Sounds like a good guy."

"He's the greatest! But you can't tell anyone, okay?" You held up a finger on the tip of your nose and lips, trying to enforce how important that your secret stays quiet.

"Of course not. Your secret's safe with me." He chuckles, attempting to control the smile that was trying to stretch across his entire face. He then sees you fanning yourself and immediately grabs a cold water bottle from the fridge. He opens it for you and advises you to take a sip.

Once you were hydrated and the drunken fog was fading, you realized that your thoughts had escaped from your lips. As soon as Todoroki sees a mix of horror and realization in your eyes, he quickly leans close to your ear.

"Don't worry, I heard Todoroki loves you, too.”

[hunieday]

8th Anniversary story - Chapter 8

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8

Please note that I am not a professional translator and I'm only doing this to share the side materials to those who cannot access them, if you notice any mistakes please let me know nicely. Enjoy!

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: Okay, I’m gonna open it!

Izumi Mitsuki: Thank you so much!

Touma Inumaru: Hold on! Let's guess before you do that!

Iori Izumi: Guess what?

Touma: What do you think we're in charge of?

Izumi Mitsuki: Oooh, let's try guessing..!

Iori Izumi: If I had to guess, since Nii-san and Tsunashi-san are there, it's probably sports drinks, right?

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: Iori-kun and Touma-kun, you seem to have an image befitting carbonated beverages, don't you think?

Touma Inumaru: The Izumi brothers kinda have tea vibes. Your family runs a bakery, right?

Izumi Mitsuki: Energy drink is also a possibility. Hmmm... It's hard to narrow it down. What do you think, Iori?

Iori Izumi: It was decided through an internal survey and a general consumer survey.

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: That's what they said.

Iori Izumi: The Tsunashi-san we know is a healthy sportsman.

Iori Izumi: But the general public’s image is erotic, isn’t it.

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: Erotic...

Izumi Mitsuki: You should say "ero-ero beast".

Iori Izumi: I'm sorry for not calling him erotic twice...

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: Thank you. You're very kind.

Iori Izumi: No, not really

Touma Inumaru: Haru said that too. That you’re not sociable at school, but very kind. Thanks for everything you did for Haru.

Iori Izumi: I didn't really do anything...

Izumi Mitsuki: I'm so happy for you! Nii-chan is proud to have a younger brother like you!

Iori Izumi: I-is that so? Ehehe…

Izumi Mitsuki: He's embarrassed! What a cute guy!

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: I know what you mean. Little brothers are always adorable.

Touma Inumaru: Oh, we”re getting off topic. What was it again?

Iori Izumi: Besides sports, I think he has a mature image? Is that what they call it…

Izumi Mitsuki: Oh, I see. But we don't have alcohol or anything mature on the lineup.

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: Tea, energy drink, sports drink, or soda. Hmmm... I guess I’d go with energy drink?

Touma Inumaru: It is the most mature one out of the four options.

Izumi Mitsuki: Okay, we’ll go with energy drink as my first guess! Please open the box!

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: Got it! Ta-da!

Touma Inumaru: Oh, four black plastic bottles!

Iori Izumi: They look like ninja drinks.

Izumi Mitsuki: Open it, open it!

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: Ah… smells refreshing.

Touma Inumaru: Seems sweet… but salty?

Iori Izumi: Shall we taste it?

Izumi Mitsuki: On the count of three. One, two, three…

Iori Izumi & Mitsuki Izumi & Tsunashi Ryuunosuke & Touma Inumaru:....

Iori Izumi & Mitsuki Izumi & Tsunashi Ryuunosuke & Touma Inumaru:....

Iori Izumi & Mitsuki Izumi & Tsunashi Ryuunosuke & Touma Inumaru:.... it’s a sports drink!

*Ding ding ding*

Izumi Mitsuki: Wow! It's raining something!

Iori Izumi: Confetti and a banner... “PLAY GAME!!”? 

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: It's our unit name and the name of this drink!

Touma Inumaru: Ain’t it good! “PLAY GAME!!” feels more like a sport everyone can enjoy instead of it benig competitive!

Iori Izumi & Mitsuki Izumi& Tsunashi Ryuunosuke & Touma Inumaru: Yay! “PLAY GAME!!”

Mitsuki Izumi: I see, it’s great that it’s pretty straightforward! Tsunashi-san, please take care of us, just like when we’re playing! Looking forward to working with you!

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: Me too! I'm so happy to hear this. Once it releases let’s bring it with us when we’re playing together!

Izumi Mitsuki: That’s right! We’ll brag about it to Momo-san! Iori, Touma, you should come along and play sports with us too!

Touma Inumaru: Seriously? I'm so happy! I mean, I'm surprised that you think of me as a sporty person.

Iori Izumi: I’m surprised as well. I mean, I thought Momo-san would definitely be involved if it were sports-related.

Izumi Mitsuki: For sure! I think it's because Re:vale hasn't been doing sports variety shows lately, right?

Touma Inumaru: If that’s the reasoning, Tora would have been called for the sports drink.

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: Torao-kun is athletic too! So, where did Momo-san and Torao-kun end up?

Izumi Mitsuki: ...Tea? Huh, they said tea!

Iori Izumi: Nanase-san seems to be like tea as well.

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: So does Gaku! The idea that the four of them were assigned the tea unit is interesting! I wonde rwhat their reaction is?

Gaku Yaotome & Riku Nanase & Momo & Torao Mido: gulp...

Riku Nanase: Ah…

Gaku Yaotome: Hm...?

Momo: Tea?

Torao Mido: Probably...

Riku Nanase: Tea! We’re team tea!

*Ding ding ding*

Momo: Waah!! You were right!!

Gaku Yaotome: Haha, it's confetti! And there’s a banner that says…

Torao Mido: "TEA take" …What's "TEA take"? Is that the product’s name?

Riku Nanase: It's also our unit name! Wow! Look at that!

Gaku Yaotome: The limited time unit "TEA take" and their future activities.

Momo: "8th Anniversary! Four Thanks Project" includes a CM with a new song from “TEA take!”

Gaku Yaotome & Riku Nanase & Torao Mido: Wow!

Momo: We’re shooting commercials!

Gaku Yaotome, Riku Nanase & Torao Mido: Wow!

Momo: "8th Anniversary! Four thanks project” will release celebratory products alongside a live performance for the media!

Gaku Yaotome, Riku Nanase & Torao Mido: Wow!

Momo: And the main attraction!

Momo: Invitations to the "8th Anniversary Four Thanks Projects Miracle Limited-time 4-Unit Thanks Live" for the lucky winners of the "8th Anniversary! 4 Thanks Projects" campaign~!!

Gaku Yaotome & Riku Nanase & Torao Mido: Woooow!!

Riku Nanase: We’re doing a live concert! It's gonna be fun to perform live with these members!

Momo: Right~!! It's going to be super fun! Oh, and we have the two Number one men people want to hold the most!

Gaku Yaotome: We’re usually rivals, but this time we are allies. We won't lose to any other unit.

Gaku Yaotome: Right, Mido!

Torao Mido: Y-Yeah.

Riku Nanase: There are so many exciting projects waiting for us! I can't wait to hear our new song and the other units’ songs! 

Gaku Yaotome: That’s right!

Momo: Oh, and one last message! Well, let's all say it together!

Torao Mido: Got it.

Riku Nanase: One, two…!

Gaku Yaotome & Riku Nanase & Momo & Torao Mido: We are "TEA take"!

Nagi Rokuya & Tamaki Yotsuba & Tenn Kujo & Isumi Haruka: We are "GREEN BUBBLE"!

Sogo Osaka & Yamato Nikaido & Yuki & Minami Natsume: We are "Chameleon Chill"!

Iori Izumi & Mitsuki Izumi & Tsunashi Ryuunosuke & Touma Inumaru: We are "PLAY GAME!!”

Riku Nanase: Congratulations on your 8th anniversary! We look forward to working with you in the future!

Gaku Yaotome & Momo & Torao Mido: Thank you very much!

Nagi Rokuya & Tamaki Yotsuba & Tenn Kujo & Isumi Haruka: Thank you so much!

Sogo Osaka & Yamato Nikaido & Yuki & Minami Natsume: Thank you!

Iori Izumi & Mitsuki Izumi & Tsunashi Ryuunosuke & Touma Inumaru: Thank you so much!

Riku Nanase: (and a few months later .........)

Riku Nanase: (Our new legend begins!)

Audience: Kyaaaa...!!

Nanase Riku: Good evening, everyone!

Nanase Riku & Yaotome Gaku & Momo & Mido Torao: We are ”TEA take”!

Audience: Kyaaaa...!!

Kujo Tenn: Everyone, welcome!

Yotsuba Tamaki & Rokuya Nagi & Kujo Tenn & Isumi Haruka: To “GREEN BUBBLE”’s live!

Audience: Kyaaaa...!!

Yuki: Hello, nice to meet you.

Nikaido Yamato & Osaka Sougo & Yuki & Natsume Minami: We are “Chameleon Chill”!

Audience: Kyaaaaaa...!!

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: Here we go! We are...

Izumi Iori & Izumi Mitsuki & Tsunashi Ryunosuke & Inumaru Touma: “PLAY GAME!!”!

Nanase Riku: (We'll talk about this live another time!)

Nanase Riku: (Look forward to it!)

The End.

NOTE: Banri officially announced on his twitter account that there's more to this story coming soon, let's look forward to it and thank you for reading!

[androids-musings]

Android 16's Niece: Chapter 2.5

Summary: Another anecdote that takes place while the Androids are driving in the Lucky Foods van. 17 tries to sic a hyper kid in an enclosed space on 18 and 16 in hopes of entertaining himself. It doesn’t go as planned.

This piece is written in third-person.

Characters: Saki (OC), Android 17, Android 18, Android 16

Word Count: 1.5k

A/N: This a funny idea I mentioned in passing to my friend that I decided to write out because I missed writing for 17 and 18. Enjoy!

Read the main story here.

“Hey, 17, what’s that?”

17 glanced at Saki, who had draped herself over the rim of the now-nonexistent driver’s window. 16 had broken off the remaining pieces of glass at their last gas stop to prevent any shards from raining down in the back of the van. It was nice since 17 could now rest his arm on the door while he drove, but he knew that the lumbering android only did it to ensure the safety of this kid he called his niece. Speaking of which, 17 was mildly surprised that Saki was willing to come anywhere near the window instead of staying by the van’s heater vents. 

“You’re too young to be in the driver’s seat, you know,” 17 said. He turned his attention back to the gas pump as the numbers continued to tick upward. How much longer was he going to have to wait for the gas tank to fill up? Maybe leaving the van running was a mistake.

“I don’t see you with a driver’s license either,” Saki shot back. “So what’s that you’re drinking? It looks pretty.”

Saki pointed to the brightly decorated can in 17’s hand. Swipes of neon blue and green ink twisted around the black can like dripping paint strokes. 17 lifted the can and swirled the drink around. 

“It’s an energy drink,” 17 answered simply. 

The irony of consuming the stuff wasn’t lost on him. Energy was the last thing in the world that 17 needed now that he was an android with access to infinite amounts of it. Ever since he first awoke as one of Dr. Gero’s abominations, he never once felt tired, hungry, or thirsty. Despite this, he still found himself swiping a can from the fridge as he followed Saki out of the gas station’s shop after her latest lifting spree. Old habits died hard, he supposed. 17 didn’t see a point in wasting a good beverage, so he cracked the can open while waiting for the van to fill up with gas.

“Those are like coffee, right?” Saki asked. She shifted to grip the rim of the driver's door window and swayed back and forth against it. “Do they taste good? Or is it like coffee in the way that it smells good but tastes bad?” 

More questions. This kid seemed to have nothing but questions about the most mundane things in the world. 17 wanted to snap at her to stop asking about his choice of drinks and crack into one of the bottles of sugary juice she just stole, but an entertaining thought stopped him. This kid was already full of energy as she was and a minor nuisance with her constant talking throughout the trip so far. What would happen if she were to get a bit of caffeine in her system? It might be entertaining to watch her drive 18 mad and see if 16 had an end to his seemingly limitless patience. 17 didn’t worry about whether this would backfire on him. Saki had mentioned to 18 before that he gets immunity from being bothered by her since he was the driver, and she wanted to avoid potential accidents.

“Why don’t I give you some to try?” 17 said. “Do you have an empty bottle back there somewhere?”

Saki’s nose crinkled. “Is it alright for me to drink that stuff? I thought those kinds of drinks were only for grown-ups.”

“You’re thinking of alcohol,” 17 said. He threw a glance around to make sure 18 and 16 weren’t close enough to overhear and ruin his plans. “It’ll be fine, I was already drinking stuff like this by the time I was your age.”

“Alright then!” Saki chirped. “Hang on a minute.” 

Saki vanished from the window and fumbled her way back to the rear end of the van where she kept her stash of snacks and drinks. 17 blinked at the space where she had been. He had expected a bit more resistance from her on the subject, given her odd morals and the short time they had known each other, but she had trusted him without another word. What happened to the suspicion that she held toward him just a few hours ago?

More fumbling sounds came from inside the van, and Saki reappeared at the window with a water bottle in hand. She finished the last of the water inside before passing it to 17. 17 held the bottle away from himself and he poured a decent amount of drink into it. In hindsight, he may have poured too much. Just a few sips would have been enough to get the kid jumpy, and she’d likely waste the rest of it once she found out how energy drinks taste. What’s done was done, though. He could just consider the wasted drink the price for later entertainment. 17 handed the bottle back to Saki.

Saki raised the bottle to her nose and gave it a tentative sniff. “It smells like blueberries. And… lemon?”

“It’s blueberry lemon flavor,” 17 said, raising the can to take another sip. 

“So it tastes like blueberry lemonade?” Saki asked, turning to him with a wide grin. 

“Sure, let’s go with that.”

Saki giggled excitedly at the promise of lemonade. 17 watched as she tipped the bottle to drain its contents and grinned when her face twisted with a muffled gag. Saki slapped a hand over her mouth and forced herself to swallow the acidic drink. She groaned in disgust.

“That didn’t taste like lemonade at all!” Saki whined. 

17 didn’t even attempt to hide his chuckles. “I’m surprised that you committed to it.”

Saki whipped her head to 17, her brows scrunched together and her mouth curled in a pout. “You did that on purpose! You knew it would taste disgusting!” 

The gas pump sputtered, announcing the van’s full tank with a harsh click of metal. Downtime was finally over. 17 raised the can again and drained what was left of his energy drink to Saki’s astonishment and disgust. He hummed in amusement at her expression as he crushed the can in his hands.

“Tastes fine to me,” 17 said. He chucked the can into a nearby garbage can and turned to remove the gas pump from the van. “Go get 18 and your uncle. We’re leaving.” 

“Okaaay,” Saki replied, a hint of disgust still in her voice. She squeezed herself through the window and jumped down before heading off in search of 18 and 16. 

17 let his smirk drop as he hooked the gas pump back onto the machine. Things were about to get interesting in the van. It was about time something else came along to shake up this quiet trip of theirs.

─── ⊹⊱✿⊰⊹ ───

17 twisted to look back for the umpteenth time, yet the scene behind him still hadn’t changed. Saki had hardly moved an inch since she passed out asleep against 16 not long after they left the gas station. 16 kept a hand on her shoulder, serving as some semblance of a seatbelt to keep her in place during the drive. 17 wasn’t expecting this to happen until after Saki had burned through all the caffeine in her system. What the hell was going on?

“What do you keep looking back for?” came 18’s voice. 

17 turned back to the road. “It’s nothing.” 

18 hummed, unconvinced but not nosey enough to push the subject further. Silence settled in the van. 

Nearly an hour later, the telltale sounds of Saki waking up finally reached 17’s ears. She sleepily murmured something to 16 before shuffling her way to her usual spot against the safety bars. Saki draped herself over the bars and turned her bleary gaze to 17.

“17, I don't think that energy drink you gave me did its job very well,” Saki said, biting back another yawn.

“Hang on, you gave the kid an energy drink?” 18 snapped. 

Crap.

“I thought it would be funny,” 17 admitted. Saki shot up at his words, suddenly wide awake, and shot a glare at 17.

“Funny?” 18 repeated. “She would have been bouncing off the walls of this van if she hadn’t immediately gone into a caffeine crash. Would it still have been funny once she started annoying you?”

17 glanced at 18 with a smirk. “I get immunity from being bothered as the driver. Saki said so herself.”

“Oh yeah?” Saki piped up. She propped her arms on the floor of the van and raised her feet to drum them against the back of 17’s seat. “Well what if I revoke that immunity? Karma! Payback! Consequences!”

Yeah, this absolutely wasn’t worth the drink he wasted.

“Whoops,” 17 said, jerking the steering wheel to throw the van across the freeway.

A squeal shredded through the air, followed by a series of thuds. 17 bit back a chuckle as 16 moved in the rearview mirror to tend to the whining Saki. Consequences, indeed. A jab to his arm knocked the amused smile off his face. His gaze snapped to 18.

“You threw me into the window, jerk,” 18 spat. She fixed her tousled hair with a huff and angled herself away from 17 to watch the scenery pass them by. 17 grunted and turned his gaze back to the road ahead of him.

Consequences, indeed.

[stevenxblackwell]

Strawberry. Steven wanted to chuckle as he brought his own drink to his lips, considering the choice of going for a safeword. Honestly, it didn’t meant anything. His endgame there was something else entirely that was not even related to Jonah. Steven’s eyes turned to the concealed camera as he brought his beverage to his lips, letting out a satisfying hum as the alcohol burned down his throat. Jonah was just collateral damage in a much more impactful game. The fact that Steven wanted to see how far he could bend the younger man was merely a bonus. And those mind games he played – providing a choice when honestly there was none was the best way to throw someone off their guard. By allowing the staff member to decide on what he wanted – he was also limiting the staff’s choices to what sort of interaction he would want. Would the Pipsqueak play safe and vanilla or would be take the chance to try to impress? Odds were that he would go for the latter considering their first interaction. In all honesty, Jonah was kind of attractive but if the Blackwell ran the place – he would not be a choice to join their staff… unless he proven himself as something extraordinary. The whole blonde swimmer look was outdated and no one liked a shy and prude whore. Or maybe they did – if the whole boyfriend experience was what got them off.

Once the toys had been determined, Steven finished his drink and slowly stood from his chair in order to approach the staff – towering over him as he checked the three choices. A flogger, a dildo and handcuffs. Yes… he could work with that perfectly and still make sure that his chosen pick to entertain him would indeed do that: entertain him. And provide one hell of a movie for a specific someone. Nothing against the blonde. Steven truly couldn’t care about him when he had something much grander in the making. “Take your shirt off and bend over my bed.” Steven picked the chosen items and walked around his room to drop them on the comfortable mattress before removing his own shirt – exposing his torso as he tossed his discarded shirt across the room. “Hands behind your back. Face down and ass up.” A position many staff members seemed to enjoy. “IF - and I say this with a degree of reluctance – if you manage to impress me even if just a bit… I’ll give you a nice reward.” What that reward would be was up to Jonah. Nothing like dangling a carrot in front of a horse to get it excited. “If for any reason you resort to your safeword – I will stop.” Those were the rules. Steven was just making sure that Jonah knew he would obey to that. “Now… be a good little boy.” A boy – for he had yet to prove to be a man. “And do what I told you to.”

Jonah would not have even considered judging Blackwell in any way for requesting some staff to please him - even if indeed he had gone through every single one of them. That required some stamina, sure, but in some way wasn't it merely what he paid for? Whether it was being a client of this place, or back when he'd run the Haus himself and paid his employees. It didn't matter if he slept with the staff as a matter of evaluation or simply for his own pleasure; in Jonah's eyes, it was the other's privilege to do so. The only part about it that slightly bothered the blonde in the back of his mind was that Blackwell had chosen to specifically request him of all people. After their meeting the other night, this was by no chance a coincidence. And Jonah certainly knew he hadn't made such a positive impression on the man that Blackwell was now lusting over him - no, if anything, this was the opposite. He suspected that the former owner meant to confirm his prejudice, assert that Jonah indeed belonged anywhere but a whorehouse. But whatever the motivation was, the younger man was determined not to be a piece of evidence in Blackwell's conviction that the Haus had lost its potential.

Nodding when he was told to make drinks, Jonah bit his lip as soon as his back was turned to Blackwell. He definitely didn't mind alcohol, but hard liquor usually wasn't his preferred choice - yet then again, maybe he'd need it to get through this. After all, he still wasn't entirely sure yet what the man had planned, or what the hell he was up to while Jonah was fixing the drinks. Better not to ask. As he finished pouring the drinks, the staff looked over in the man's direction with a raised brow, somewhat surprised at the instructions. Getting a choice at all wasn't something he had seen coming, but he surely wasn't going to complain. Bringing Blackwell his glass, Jonah glanced over at the table, before downing his own drink with a hard swallow, feeling the alcohol burn in his throat. He turned away to face the selection of toys, hiding his frown at Blackwell's provoking words. One of the first things Jonah had learned here was the importance of safewords. Blackwell was trying to put him in a dilemma with those teasing words; either he allowed himself to be provoked into making a bad, unsafe decision, or he opened himself up to being humiliated, being called frail. A pill he had to swallow. "I usually use strawberry, Sir." His tone wasn't as cheerful and eager as usual, yet still polite. He wasn't so easily going to give Blackwell a chance to punish him. Focusing his attention on the toys on the table, Jonah felt his mind racing; what on Earth was he supposed to choose? In any other situation, everything on the table would have excited him, but with Blackwell, there was also a hint of nervousness about each possible selection. Deciding to simply go with his gut feeling, Jonah took what he knew to be a flogger, as well as a decently sized dildo - hesitating only for a second when his fingers hovered over a pair of handcuffs as the third item. Surrendering himself to Blackwell like that would require trust. And yet... he wasn't going to shy away from that. Taking the handcuffs, the blonde turned to face Steven again, stepping over to bring the man his selection.

[russellsppttemplates]

What if I were like them (Mick Schumacher)

Note: english is not my first language I was listening to a couple of new (to me at least) songs the other day and came up with this idea

Feedback is appreciated 🤍 and although I'm not taking requests per se, if you have any ideas or concepts you want to share, feel free to do so!

Also, i have some ideas for a potential part 2 but let me know how you feel about it 🤍

Edit: there is also a part 2 and a part 3

Tw: curse words, mentions of alcohol consumption, being cheated on/infidelity, relationship break-up, selfconcious/doubtful reader

"I'm sorry I'm calling you at such a weird time, but are you home?", you sniffled into your phone, "Are you crying, Y/N? What happened?", your best friend said on the other side of the line, "I'll tell you later, but can I come to you? I don't want to be alone", you asked, receiving a positive answer from her. Drying your tears and taking a few deep breaths, you composed yourself to the best of your hability, knowing you couldn't possibly drive safely over to her place in this state. When you turned for the last time in direction of her house, as the gates were opening they revealed your best friend Gina dressed in her pyjama and a bit coat. Parking the car inside as she closed the gates remotely, you got out and your lip started trembling again, tears blurred your vision again until you felt her arms around you, "Hey, hey, what happened?", she tried to pry you away from her body so she could at least see your face, watching your bloodshot eyes, "we broke up, it wasn't working anymore", you finally uttered words since arriving. "Do you need anything from your car?", she asked, earning a shake from your head, "My brother is out on his motorbike, no need to park your car better, it's fine like this", Gina thought out loud, and it hit you, "Goodness, your family! Shit, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, didn't even think about it", you apologised, only now realising the extent of your disturbance, "I can leave, I'm sorry again, I-". Grabbing your hands, Gina squeezed them as hard as she could, "you're not leaving, you're staying here. My brother is out in some late meeting with his team and my mom would kill me if I let you to go back to your place like this", she reasoned with you as she welcomed you in, ushering you to her bedroom before asking if you wanted anything from the kitchen, "some water would be nice, please".

Looking around the room, you saw all the picture frames from various moments, some of them where you were lucky enough to be in, from your first day at kindergarten to some birthday celebrations and even some racing weekends the Schumacher family had invited you to join them. Grabbing a frame from what you figured was your 8th birthday, judging by the obnoxious balloons with the number, both you and Gina standing in front of the cake while a young Mick tried to get some frosting on his finger, "I have your water and some cake mum made this afternoon and dropped here when she came by", she offered, placing the tray on the bed, "Now, tell me what that asshole did for you to end up like this". And you went on about what happened. You had made some dinner plans with your colleagues once you got out of work a few weeks ago, deciding that a new restaurant in town was the ideal place to get together and enjoy some time off work. What you didn't expect was to find your boyfriend on the way back to your place. He was sitting at your door, waiting for you to get home since he wanted to spend time with you and you thought it was a nice moment until you questioned why he hadn't called you, making him reply that he had been out with his group of friends and didn't think to do so. You found it endearing until it happened a few more times, his state growing more intoxicated with alcoholic beverages he would consume over the times he payed you visits. Things started getting a little bit more complicated, and even though you suspected there was something else he wasn't telling you, only today did he sit down with you and expressed his true feelings and truthful words, going on about how he didn't feel like you were working anymore, admitting what he got up to in his nights out and how he was sorry that you both ended up in this situation. By the end of the conversation, you both had tears rolling down your eyes, prompting you to part ways as he grabbed the few things he had left at your place and bid you goodbye. And you cried, no matter how much your intuition told you that maybe he was spending his time elsewhere (and maybe someone else), it still stung that he hid all of those feelings and thoughts from you. "And yeah, that's that I guess...", you finished, grabbing another tissue and wiping your cheeks as finally the tears seemed to stop, "I'm such a mess and because of a guy...! This is a new low", you exasperated, your whole behaviour going against what you believed in, having grown up with every female role model in your life telling you how amazing you were and there should never be a man involved when you thought about your worth. "Do you want to spend the night? I think it would do you some good, I promise I won't kick you during the night", she conforted you, trying to pull a smile out of you as she pulled the sheets on the bed. Accepting her offer, you grabbed a spare pyjama from her chest of drawers and changed, going to her ensuite bathroom to splash some water on your face and then heading to the double bed.

You woke up when you heard an engine rumble outside, followed by the small noise of the gates closing and, not wanting to wake Gina up, you headed to the kitchen to grab some coffee and maybe lounge in the little outside area the house had connecting to the kitchen. "How are you feeling?", Gina asked once she arrived in the kitchen an hour later, pressing the button on the coffee machine after inserting the pod in, waiting for the dark liquid to brew and fill her mug, "For someone who cried all the water they had in their body yesterday, I feel surprisingly okay today", you humoured her as you drank some of your own coffee, looking at her, "again, thanks for letting me wallow in my misery with you", you showed your appreciation for her friendship, "Of course, what are best friends for? I'm not here just to make fun of you when you flip go karts", she replied sitting down after pressing a kiss to your forehead, "speaking of, have you seen my brother?", she asked. "I think I heard him leave this morning when I woke up", you mused, "he probably went for a workout", Gina wondered as she buttered some toast for your breakfast, "I'm going to spend some time in the stables, do you want to join me or stay here?", she questioned as she made her way upstairs after you cleaned the kitchen, "I think I'm going to stay here a bit on my own if you don't mind", you replied, earning an understanding nod from her. You sat down on one of the sofas after grabbing one of the many notebooks you usually carry with you from the totebag on your car, jotting down some words as you tried to work your way through how you were feeling. Being an introvert, you have learned a long time ago that one of the ways to stop bottling up everything you felt was to write something down, wether it just a literal brain dump or some verses.

Three weeks had passed since you went to Gina's place late at night after your break-up, and given everything you were taking things pretty okay-ish. Grabbing the things you needed and stuffing your tote bag with them, you grabbed the box that had your homemade dessert inside and headed to your bestfriend's house since she had invited you over for lunch, "Hi, hi! Oh, I'm so excited to have you here!", she greeted you at the door once you arrived, helping you carry your things inside. Setting the table and picking on some of the foods displayed, Gina informed you you would have some company, "My mother and my brother are joining us today, I assumed you wouldn't mind", she added as she passed you a tray to put on the table, "Oh, how great! I haven't seen them in a while, especially your mother. Mick I see on the TV on the races but it's not the same", you smiled as you heard the tyres on the gravel outside, "Oh, it must be them", and a few minutes later they both got in through the door, "Y/N, dear, it's been so long since I've seen you", Corinna beamed as she took you in, "always so gorgeous, you are so grown up", she hugged you and then greeted her daughter, "Angie, outside for a bit, and don't ruin the footballs, please", you heard Mick say to his dog. He too had grown up, the little boy you would once play with and read with (as you were both very shy and seemed to be happy just like that) was now a young man and, despite being a year younger than you, his body towered over yours as he turned to look at the room, "Hi Y/N, how are you?", he hugged you as you greeted him with a kiss on each cheek, "Hi, good and you? It's been a while since I've seen you in person Mr Formula 1 driver", you teased slightly. You had been almost as proud as the rest of his family when he got his F1 seat knowing how hard he worked for it and how much he deserved it, "Yeah, it's been a while", he said blushing, "Kids, the food is on the table, c'mon", Corinna called for you as you all sat down and ate the lovely meal Gina had prepared for you. "I saw a dessert platter when I arrived", Corinna said as you helped her tidy the table when you finished eating, "Oh yes, I almost forgot, I made my mum's recipe of meringue pie, I hope it's good", you winced, "I'm sure it's great. Mick! Y/N, made that dessert love", she said, entering the room with platter and placing it in the middle of the table. "I have a race next weekend but I've been pretty good lately, I think I'll have a bit actually", Mick said, forwarding his plate as his mum served everyone, "Wow, I'm shocked you're even considering eating a dessert, last week mum made some cake, your favourite cake, and you said no, thank you", Gina exclaimed, "Well, this is a pretty good recipe", Mick tried to reason his sister's light teasing, "It's worth breaking the diet a little bit just now, although I'm trusting you all to not tell my trainer on me", he pointed the spoon, "speaking of, do you want to join us these two this weekend? They're going to see the race", Mick offered, "if you're free and if you want too, of course", and it was suddenly like the shy and introverted kid you've known pretty much all your life was in front of you.

"Oh Y/N, you should come, change your whereabouts for a bit, get a chance to hang out with us...", Gina tempted you, "I'm free from this weekend on actually, I have a break from work so there wouldn't be any rush either...", you whispered, tempted to given in, "I'll email the team so they can get your passes ready, just need a picture of you", Mick said, "I can send it", Gina offered, "I have to send you mine and mum's too, Y/N sends me hers and it's done! Uhh, I'm so excited", she clapped before digging in the food on her plate.

When you moved to the balcony, you grabbed your notebook and sat in one of the sofas they had outside, appreciating how Mick and Angie played with eachother in the garden, "Still writing, dear? I always remember you having a notebook one you at any given time", Corinna said as she sat down on the opposite sofa, "It's always been a nice way to express how I'm feeling", you said as you both looked out to the dog who insisted she must rip apart every single bit of the football Mick played with, noticing how she ran to you and nudged her nose on your leg, "you want me to play with you? Is that what you want? Okay!", you said, excusing yourself as you joined the fun on the garden after setting your notebook on the sofa.

A moment later, Gina occupied your spot on the sofa, chatting to her mum, "Did you know that I always thought they would end up together?", Corinna mused, looking at how you two laughed together at something you said, running around Angie, "Mick and Y/N? Really?", Gina chuckled, "Yeah, although she was your best friend, Mick always enjoyed having her around, I think at one point the only time you played together without ripping eachothers hair off was when she was playing too, your dad used to say that could tame you both like that would go on to do great things", she mused, remembering her husband's words, "It's just, it's Y/N, you know? She's been around since forever almost and-, and she's had a rough break-up you know?", Gina said, looking back at you, now sitting on the floor next to Mick with Angie laying on her back, appreciating the belly rubs you were both giving her while settling in what looked like a comfortable conversation. "I'm not saying they will be, you know? But she is a very nice young woman, very kind, respectful, and she's very beautiful too... it's a shame she has learnt how brutal and stupid some men can be", Corinna offered, earning a hum from her daughter.

Even though you couldn't stay for dinner, Mick stayed, his sister not bothering with setting the table and choosing to eat outside and enjoy the warm night. While Gina offered to do the dishes, Mick was fixing the pillows of the sofa when he found your notebook, your initials carefully embossed on the front. He knew better than to go snooping around other people's things, his parents did not raise him like that and he felt on his own skin what it was to have people wanting to sneak and know about things no on told them about, so he chose to just grab the notebook and make a mental note to give it back to you at the race. As he grabbed it, a single sheet of paper flew away with the light breeze, landing on Angie's paw as she fiddled with it, "No, no, no Angie, no. Please don't rip it", he said carefully convincing the dog to keep the paper intact, "you don't play with balls but you play with this? You are one interesting dog", he mumbled as he picked the paper up, noticing a few drawings on the edges and some words written on it, and he caved in. He placed the sheet on top of the notebook on his lap, admiring how the drawings around the edges looked like a creeper-ivy and your handwriting.

What if I were like them

Who you wanted to be with

I did everything to be Cinderella

You seemed to think i wasn't to be praised

And I pretended I didn't notice

But deep down I always knew

Of the emotions you hid from me

From the temptations of your nights

I saw myself sinking very slowly

I think I only thought of you

I would say that we did everything

I just wanted to understand

How did we get here

Left on the side to suffer

Do you even know how much I liked you

Maybe it's not what you want

Maybe what I give you is not enough

If those you were with

Were better than I am

And maybe that wasn't enough

To make you stay here

He never allowed himself to dive deeper into his feelings when he spent time with you, after all you were his sister's friend and had known him almost all his life, but reading how you wrote your feelings down, he felt a sudden anger after reading words of self doubt and how someone had (mis)treated you. How someone had your love and affection and they let it all go to waste, how you were from now on insecure about yourself and unsure of your worth, the tightness on his chest lingering after he carefully placed the loose sheet inside the. notebook. "This is Y/N's, do you want me to keep it and give it back on the weekend?", Mick asked when he heard his sister's footsteps joining him on the outside area, "Sure", Gina added, thinking that maybe the conversation with her mum this afternoon did make some sense and maybe, just maybe, her best friend and her brother did have a chance at something beautiful.

Part 2

Part 3

[bluecookies02]

Zhongli x Reader x Itto- NSFW

summary: you get hit on at a bar and they are not happy about it. they also have an unrelated secret bet on who makes you cum more so why not take advantage of the situation-

cw: poly relationship, double penetration, oral (f! receiving), praise, cream pie, possessives + a bit of rivalry for good measure

word count: 4k

commission for @tinyyellowtoad 💕

It was a wonderful evening, considering that you managed to convince both of your lovers to come with you and enjoy some drinks in a new bar that opened not too long ago.

You were excited to finally spend a night out after an exhausting week. Zhongli wasn't too happy about it at first, arguing he was well past the age of going out to places where people get hammered beyond remembering their name, but as it always goes, you only needed to bat your eyelashes a little and coo at him before he eventually comes around.

It wasn't all bad, considering that he really liked the high-end beverages that will make his wallet cry fat tears by the end of the night. He was more of an observer still, apart from engaging in conversations with any poor soul that seemed to be drinking something he found interesting.

Itto was another story, he was down before you even finished your sentence, he only needed to hear the words 'we' and 'bar' as he went on and off about how he was gonna get 'fucking wasted'. He secretly couldn't wait to see you all dolled up and pretty. He was ready to show you off to anyone willing to look.

So, all three of you sat at the bar, you and Itto catching a breath after dancing and being on your feet for a large part of the night. You were surprised to see that Zhongli got a tiny bit tipsy while you were gone, judging by the way his words slurred just a bit with longer sentences. He was watching you from his seat the whole time, entranced by the way Itto spoon you around, with your skirt riding up only slightly to give him a tease of your plump thighs, and every time you caught him staring, you would just have an innocent smile on your face.

Sometimes it felt like Itto did it on purpose, ghosting his hands daringly under your skirt once in a while, shooting him a mocking grin. Yeah, it was definitely on purpose, yet it didn't tip Zhongli off as much as it did at the beginning of the relationship. He welcomed you with a kiss to your cheek and a few heartfelt compliments, some more sinful hushed into your ear discreetly, his hand reaching out to linger on your lap for a brief moment before the three of you settled into a conversation.

But imagine their surprise when out of nowhere, the bartender set a drink in front of you, pointing at a guy on the other end of the bar. You looked his way and immediately you got a wink in return. You were flattered, really, but definitely not looking for anything, which you thought was obvious to anyone that happened to have eyes. It's not like any of you were shy with affection. You smiled politely but set your drink aside for now.

In the corner of your eye, you saw the man getting up from his chair, making his way toward you.

Itto stared, dumbfounded when the man nudged him aside, leaning his elbow on the counter top.

He greeted you politely, introducing himself. It turns out he knew your close friend and the two of you actually met once a long time ago for a short few minutes.

"Nice to re-meet you then, I'm Y/N, thank you for the drink, however, I'm taking a little break from alcohol, wouldn't want these two to have to drag me back home" you motioned to your company . A small chat wouldn't hurt, wouldn't it...especially with your boyfriends right next to you.

So after talking a bit about the usual 'we just met and most of our conversations lead back to our common friend ' stuff, you noticed that Itto was uncomfortable in his seat, downing a glass of what appeared to be something strong considering the frown he had on his face. Zhongli was stealing quick side glances at the guy, pretending to be focused on a game at the pool table. He was still listening carefully, silently wishing that the man would just walk away soon. He wouldn't peg himself as the jealous type, but his jaw was shut tight, and his fist secretly balled up in his coat pocket.

After a few more minutes of you laughing at the man's stories, they finally thought it was over when he moved his hand off of the bar.

"I'd be happy to take you home if these two are too busy for you later" he tried to reach for your hand to kiss it, but Zhongli grabbed his hand abruptly, quickly followed by Itto who placed his arm in front of you.

"She's taken" they both say in unison, glaring daggers at the man who yelped at the pain of Zhongli's grip.

"Hell if she'd go with you bozo, you have some balls to say that to my girl right in front of me!" Itto groaned, grabbing the man by his collar and pushing him away, making him stumble into the crowd that gathered.

"We're leaving Y/N" Zhongli commented, taking out his wallet and placing some money on the table to cover their tabs.

You shot the bartender an apologetic look as the man went back to his seat, cussing at all of you until he was out of ears reach, clearly not that stupid to start a fight he won't be winning. Everyone was looking your way suddenly, so you were eager to get out of there now.

You grabbed your bag and rushed after Zhongli, motioning for Itto to follow. You were slightly uncomfortable by all of the stares on your back as you walked, but kept your cool until all three of you were outside of the bar.

For some twisted reason, the butterflies in your stomach fluttered, the blush on your cheeks evident as both of them grabbed at you possessively. Mostly Itto, who wrapped his arm around your hip, practically gluing you to his side.

"The nerve of some people " Zhongli muttered

"I knew there was something off about that dude, I just knew it man" Itto complained, nuzzling your neck. "I'm gonna kick his ass when there's no security to save his dignity. I'll avenge you, love, just you wait!"

"We don't have the money to bail you out Arataki"

"That's why I said I'm gonna do it with no people around!"

"Whatever, I was ready to go home anyways... I should've returned the drink."

"Maybe we don't make it obvious enough?" Zhongli pondered, trying to recall all of the times either he or Itto made someone aware of your relationship. All he could conclude was that the man probably knew, but chose to ignore it to mock them. Either that or he was oblivious beyond reason.

Zhongli pulled you by your hand, tugging you into his chest as he towered over you, shooting Itto a grin as he caught your lips in a kiss. As if to distract you from the whole scene.

You melted in his hold, standing on your tippy toes to push against his mouth. His hands kept you secure, placed tightly on your hips as he dipped you backward.

Your face flushed as his tongue slipped between your lips, licking the inside of your mouth, humming at the faint taste of alcohol on his buds.

He peaked to look around, and once he confirmed no one but Itto was close by, he slipped his hands lower, teasingly hicking up your skirt, giving Itto a clear view as he squeezed gently, slipping his leg between your thighs.

You held onto the front of his coat, mewling at the small nibbles of his teeth on your chapped lips, your quiet moans swallowed up by his mouth.

"Not cool bro!" Itto whined, pulling you from him and grabbing your hand.

"Nothing wrong with getting a headstart on our deal" Zhongli smiled, putting his hands in his pocket.

You were tipsy enough to have that comment slip your mind as you leaned against Itto's shoulder, continuing the trip to your home.

You fiddled for your keys and you welcomed them in, locking the door behind you.

Zhongli placed his coat on the rack, loosening his tie along the way. He didn't notice it until now but he felt choked up for a while. Anticipation was getting to him and he was eager, biting the inside of his cheek as he followed you two to your living room, giving Itto a knowing glance. He wasn't happy about him having the first choice, but he only has himself to blame for agreeing to have that decided by a few games of rock paper scissors.

Itto continued where Zhongli left off, impatiently claiming your lips as his, pushing you back carefully until he found the light switch to the room.

Your face was red, cheeks burning under Itto's gentle thumb.

"Old man here and I had an idea you might like" he whispered, untucking the shirt from your skirt and plastering his large hands on your hips.

"Hmm?" you murmured past his lips, eyes lidded as you waited for him to continue.

"I'm positive you'll enjoy it darling, but not telling you what it's about is one of the agreed rules" Zhongli added, now coming behind you, pressing his body flush to your back and moving his hand under your shirt, placing it right in between your breasts to pull your closer.

"I'm not being a part of your little competitions!" you whined as Zhongli slid his fingers to grab at your chest, his cold hand making you yelp.

"Aren't you happy that we agreed on something " Itto mused, smoothening his palms over the sides of your covered thighs.

You were about to protest but Itto pressed a finger against your lips, ushering you and Zhongli to the couch. Zhongli sat you on his lap, facing you away from himself, but turning your chin around. He leaned to graze your neck with sweet but possessive kisses, feeling the way you swallowed the lumps in your throat under his starving tongue.

He slipped his hand to your front, nudging your legs apart with his own. Itto all but drooped on his knees in front of you, watching as Zhongli fisted your skirt in his hand, pressing it out of the way.

Your breath hitched once he spread his legs even further apart, the embarrassment making your thighs twitch in an effort to hide yourself, especially when you can feel a hot breath against your skin now, deep and vibrating as your other lover can't seem to keep his hands to himself.

"Look at our pretty girl..."

His thick finger glides along your clothed slit, dipping inside until he can feel the fabric eating up the wetness that pooled at your entrance, spreading it around and shamelessly leaning closer to mouth at it.

Zhongli let go of your chin, letting your gaze drop between your trembling legs as he moved to massage the inside of your thighs. The bulge against the small of your back is stiffer, and you can't help but wiggle your hips around a little, trying to press against it harder. You held onto Zhongli's sturdy arm with both of yours, hugging it tightly.

"I think you like our competition for now, no?"

"I still don't know what it is!" you roll your eyes, right before Itto decided to pinch you over your underwear only slightly to get you to look back at him.

Itto was bashfully looking up, winking at you as he twirled the fabric of your panties with his index finger, pushing them to the side.

"You can guess baby, you're smart."  Zhongli praises while his hand sneaks down to rub against you a few times, settling his two fingers on your clit, torturing it with long lazy circles that send jolts along your back any time he presses a little harder.

Your pussy clenched around nothing, the ache in your legs from how far Zhongli has them spread making you cry out. You would be ashamed if you didn't hear the low growl coming from Zhongli as Arataki settled his face between your thighs,

You smell fucking delicious to him, and as blood rushed to his ears he thumbed at your hole for a moment, eating up the squelching sounds that filled the room.

"I have 20 guesses and each can be equally possible with you two!" you complain, arching your back.

Itto's and Zhongli's fingers bump and push against each other until your whole cunt is slicked up thoroughly, and that's when the Oni gives the first long lick. You lean all of your weight onto Zhongli while his sharp black nails dig into the back of your thighs, using them to ground himself as he starts lapping at your cunt.

For someone that had all of the time to chat and tease when his mouth was empty, he blabbered the most with his mouth full, whispering, begging and praising against your cunt all the same.

Almost always he looks like he lost every single thought in his head, and just a few brief minutes of touching you, end up with him acting like you intentionally starved him for ages.

Zhongli's breath hit your ear, a shudder rumbling through his chest when your pliant body starts humping against the Oni's tongue, chasing your slowly approaching release, unintentionally bringing him closer to his. Your hands finally found purchase on Itto's horns, pressing his tongue as deep as he can possibly get it, his jaw slacked as he lets you fuck yourself with it.

The older man gives a few taps to your clit before placing both of his hands on your scrunched-up skirt, leaning over your shoulder to look at the man drooling over your cunt.

"Does it feel good love? I'm sure I'd do a better job don't you think? Those teeth must feel terrible down there" Zhongli muses, and just at that moment, Arataki closes his lips around your clit, tucking his teeth as he starts to suckle on it. You move one hand from Itto to pinch at Zhongli's arm, not having enough air to scold him.

He bites back the comment about Itto's long nails once he sees your toes curling, deep breaths vibrating through your chest.

Itto had a point to prove, and he could barely hold back his grin once you started writhing in Zhongli's lap, unable to stay still.

Your thighs ache to close, the overwhelming sensation on your pussy making your legs twitch to wrap around his head.

The feeling is too much and too direct, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes.

Soon after Itto starts humming against you, you feel the rope in your tummy tightening, threatening to break loose. You turn your head to the side, hiding it in Zhongli's shoulder as he coos behind you, moving his hands to hold your legs.

You think you'll cum embarrassingly fast, but with the devouring pace Itto sets, you don't have the luxury to focus against it. Zhongli whispers things that might not go with his character at all to anyone that knows him, the filthy praises and curses ushered behind you causing you to choke up on your own words.

You almost slip from his lap, your high crashing against you and your legs snap out of his grip, closing around Itto's head as you ride out your first high, small thrusts mushing his nose, the air deliciously taken from him.

"That's a pretty girl..." Zhongli sighs, thrusting up to pathetically try to ease up the tension in his pants, impatient for the Oni to let go of you so that he can selfishly have his turn soon.

Your body lies pliant and relaxed for a few brief moments, and once Itto releases your clit with a loud pop, he lets the spit gush from his tongue and pool at your hole, his finger carefully pushing it inside you before he gets up, catching his breath.

He already unzipped his pants but he massages the bulge in his underwear, his length throbbing under his palm.

"What's that about you doing it better old man?"

Your huff of disapproval makes him chuckle, stepping back to sit on your coffee table, tugging his pants lower.

"Will you two ever shut the fuck up please!" you complain, sitting up on shaky legs so that Zhongli can unbuckle his pants and take them off along with his underwear.

Zhongli lowers you back down with ease, pressing his length against your pussy.

"Can I take a break first-" you try to protest halfheartedly, giving no resistance whatsoever.

It's so warm and welcoming, his tip hooking up at your entrance while he slips one arm around your waist. He's teasing you, slicking himself up to cause loud wet sounds to echo in the room. He spreads your legs back open, leaning your body a little so that Itto can have a perfect view of his cock prodding inside. You're already nice and wet for him, swallowing him almost whole in one go.

It sends shivers down Itto's spine, who's now shamelessly stroking his cock while he tries to stop himself from pouncing on you.

You whine when you feel the first full push of Zhongli's length, sinking into you in one sharp motion, making you paw at the hand around your waist.

"There you go love, you're doing so well..." the gentleness in his voice makes you whine out, head falling back. His hips work slowly, the slick sound of your other lover jacking himself off spurring you on to rock your hips harder,longingly glancing at him, as if pleading for him to get closer.

Zhongli's focus was now completely on you, pressing gentle kisses to your cheek all while his hand teased your pussy, spreading your lips wide apart with two of his fingers.

The pad of his finger finds its' way to your clit, ghosting over the nub with care, tiny circles matching the pace of his thrusts.

"Does that feel all right?" he whispers, teasing another finger where his cock strains at your cunt.

His palm presses on your lower belly, trying to feel the motion of his cock through your skin. There's something shamefully erotic in the way Itto's body is curled up as he works his length, a frown on his face. His teeth are hooked on his bottom lip, his tongue bit back as he fucks his fist. As if to snap you out of it, Zhongli starts thrusting harder, trying to fuck the thought of Itto out of you. It doesn't work, he doubted that it would but it was worth a shot.

It's not like he didn't know how you got with their roles reversed, but a little part of him will always try to prove that he was better.

"Please, my God...more...Itto please !" you cry out for him, trying to motion for him to come closer. Zhongli slams his hips up sharply, jealous of the way you moaned his name while he's the one fucking into you, but he calms down for your own good. Almost all of their rivalry disappears when you ask for something and even Itto doesn't brag too much as he walks closer, resting his knees between yours and Zhongli's legs.

"So greedy...you really need both? Are you sure baby?" he watches as Zhongli slows down, dipping his fingers along his cock to see if it's even possible.

"It can fit!" you reassure, balancing yourself on one hand as you reach the other one to stroke him, tugging him closer.

It's certainly not a rare thing between the three of you and Zhongli hums once he manages to stuff two more fingers comfortably, pulling out halfway as he waits for the Oni, who generously spits in his palm, leathering his dick up.

Even so, the push stings briefly, and they have to talk you through it, Itto's mouth pressing against yours as you hold onto his arms, sitting down on them inch by inch.

They feel like they can barely move inside, but Itto is the first one to try, hissing as his cock slides over Zhongli's. He settles for deep, slow thrust against your cervix, letting Zhongli match the pace, pushing and pulling out whenever Itto does the opposite, causing the constant feeling of fullness to cloud your head.

"If she cums like this, you know that I technically win?" Itto smirks, kissing you cheekily, quieting down your cries.

"As if..." Zhongli dares, picking up his pace again.

"I'm pretty sure I'm the one winning" you struggle out breathlessly, sitting your ass flush onto Zhongli, while hugging Itto to your chest.

The pace is broken up, but both of them continue to ram into you, Itto's head falling on your shoulder, his mouth slightly open as his sharp teeth press against your neck. His hands frantically claw at your hips, kneading your skin as he feels his release nearing.

Zhongli can practically feel the spasms of Itto's cock, followed by your muscles tightening. He's not gonna last either and every idea of slowing down is thrown out the window once you whisper out that you're close, begging them not to stop. They are both so deep that every pound into you makes Itto's pelvis bump against your clit and you're not sure if it's enough at first, but as he speeds up you can feel that high building up. Fast.

"Hah~, there...harder- please" you cry out, gripping on the belt of Itto's open shirt, your fingertips turning pale.

"Fuck"," Shit", "Close"  you don't know who it comes from anymore but you can only agree at this point.

You feel the heat in your core, rope after rope of cum leaking into you, both men's lengths repeatedly burrying to the hilt with violent, sharp slams of hips, causing you to tip over the edge, arms and legs going weak as they fuck you through it.

"So perfect sweetheart, hold onto me like that" the Oni purrs, throwing his head back, his chest heaving as Zhongli wraps his fingers around your throat, kissing you sloppily, his tongue invading your mouth so as to swallow any loud whine you have left. He keeps you still, grounding your thrashing hips.

Your hands fall to your sides and Zhongli takes one of them, lacing your fingers with his. You can taste him in your throat, swallowing around him so that you can breathe. They rock their hips slower, coming down to a stop once you start tapping on Itto's shoulder, the pressure unbearable now.

You can't move yet, your legs cramping when you try to close them. Itto is the first to carefully pull out, tapping the head of his cock over your sensitive cunt before straightening up, stretching his arms before sitting next to you.

Zhongli pulls out a second later, grunting as his and Itto's cum coats his length. He soothes your legs, helping you up and grabbing Itto's pants, placing them on the bed.

"Here, sit on this until I come back" he's out of the living room before he can hear Itto yelling "Yours were even closer, you-". He grins in victory, taking off the rest of his clothes in the bathroom and grabbing a towel, cleaning himself up before deciding if he should bring Itto a new one. Even a grown man like him can be a little childish at times. He takes one for you and throws the other at the Oni, acting clueless when Itto opens his mouth, mortified.

"See, getting along isn't that bad" you turn to Itto who only stares at you, his eyes turning glossy.

"FUCK NO"

A/N: I pretended that my cooch would survive those two monsters and so will you.

tip yar🍥: Ko-Fi

[marie-hoe]

Hey. I love your stories!!!!

I was wondering if I could request Mafia!Sticky x reader. where they fuck their girl in front of a man who dared to touch or flirt with her. Then they let her choose how he dies, before killing him in front of her.

Thanks

Johnny Boy

Mafia!Stucky x Reader

Words: 2672

Warnings: Threesome, not poly!; exhibitionism, oral (m and f receiving), unprotected sex, fingering, alcohol mentions, guns, blood, death

Masterlist

"Oh, no. You probably shouldn't have done that..." you muttered, eyes starring down at the hand the stranger before you dared to place on your waist.

"Come on, baby. You don't have to be shy around me," the stranger continued, trying his best to win you over.

You were supposed to be retrieving drinks for you, Steve, and Bucky. That was all. You were sent down to get the drinks, were instructed to bring them right back up, but the man who now stood before you was determined to not allow it.

He came up behind you at the bar, eyes glued to you as you used every fiber in your being to ignore him as the bartender prepared your drinks.

"Those can't all be for you, beautiful? 'ya buy one of those for me? The man of your dreams?"

You scoffed as you looked up at the red head beside you. You pushed the drinks in a triangle so you could carry them together and affectively ignored the man as you walked away from the bar, glancing to the balcony to see if either Bucky or Steve had been watching-- they hadn't.

The club was too loud to hear the footsteps of the stranger behind you but you could feel his presence dawning on you once again quickly, and you were proved right when he yelled out for you to wait.

You took a deep breath, huffing as you glanced over your shoulder, before you felt his fingertips wrap around your hip, which is where we are now.

"Shy? Baby? Who the fuck are you?" you spat back at him. Your once cool demeanor and mindset to ignore him was gone as soon as his words left his mouth.

If you didn't get the drinks in your hand up those stairs soon, your boys would come to check on you, and you knew what would happen as soon as they discovered what was going on.

The red headed man chuckled at your harsh words, blood pooling in his cheeks as he tried to remain unaffected at your tone. "Baby, come on," he whispered into your ear. He was so close to you that you could smell his choice of liquor, but not on his breath, coming out of his pores.

You counted a handful of ways you could disarm the man without spilling the beverages in your hand before deciding there was no need. You could already hear the sound of Italian Leather shoes stepping together and getting louder as they approached you.

"Hi, there," Bucky exclaimed to the stranger, a hand resting on top of his shoulder. "We see you've met our girl."

You stifled a giggle as you handed Steve his drink, watching the life drain out of the red headed stranger's eyes as he realized what he had gotten himself into.

"So nice of you to make friends, Sunshine," Steve said sweetly, his free hand tucking hair behind my ear as Bucky smiled unnervingly wide at the stranger. "What'd ya say? Join us?" Steve invited.

You quirked an eyebrow at the stranger, wrapping your small hand around Steve's as you pulled the group to the stairs. You glanced back over your shoulder as you ascended the stairs, glancing back at Bucky who was oh so carefully pushing the Ginger up the stairs.

You opened the wooden doors that at one time had been very intimidating to you, and sat yourself on the leather couch in the room. You had no good guesses as to what they were up to with the stranger, but you were absolutely certain that he would not enjoy it...

"Go on, what's your name, red?" Bucky asked him as he came over to you, sitting beside you as he finally accepted the drink from you.

You pecked Bucky on the cheek as Steve settled to sit on the other side of you, only leaving 'Red' to sit in the chair across from you and the glass coffee table.

"Uh, um-- J-John, sir," Red-- John replies meekly.

You sigh softly, bored of the interaction with the man. You had hoped by the time you retrieved the drinks as you were told, they would be ready to go home, but now you're being held up by Red.

"Well, John," Steve said darkly, the expression on his face telling you that things were about to get a little more interesting. You looked to Steve, a hand sliding over his thigh gently as you waited for him to continue, "do you usually go around touching every woman you meet at a bar without their invitation to do so?"

You turned your attention to John across from you, babbling like an idiot at the question.

"No, Red here, can I call you Red?" Bucky started, leaning forward to place his now empty glass on the table before you, "Steve, Red here knew exactly who she was," he continued. He turned his attention towards you as he spoke, fingers trailing along your jaw as you smiled sweetly at him. "He knew who you belonged to, didn't he, bunny?"

This question was for you, but you weren't sure if it was a hypothetical or not, so you nodded your head and answered anyway, "Everyone knows who I belong to by now, daddy."

Bucky hummed, turning his attention back to the stranger before finishing his thought, "you wanted us to share, didn't you Johnny boy?" He exclaimed, faking a smile as he leaned forward, closer to the stranger.

John, babbling once more, managed a chuckle, unsure which answer was the safest in these dangerous waters. You, on the other hand, were very intrigued as to where this was heading, hoping it would end with you being stuffed by both of your men, but intrigued nonetheless.

"Is that so, John?" Steve spat, his glass sat on the side table beside him.

"Answer him, Red," Bucky demanded, now standing beside John with both of his hands in fists in his pant pockets.

"Y-yes," John stated confidently under the pressure to provide an answer. You could see in his eyes that he was being honest; he truly wanted a taste of you.

Your lips formed a straight line as you feigned pity towards him, watching as Bucky landed a blow to the man's abdomen the moment the answer left his mouth. Bucky held him up, not allowing him to double over in pain as he took a deep breath, anger searing through his body. "Wrong answer, Red," he whispered in his ear before stalking back over to sit beside you.

You pouted at the man, a hand resting on his cold Vibranium hand while your lips found his cheek, calming him down.

"Sunshine, what do you say we show our new friend what he's missing out on?" Steve offered.

Your stomach lurched at the idea of an audience. A giggle left your mouth as you brought Bucky's lips to meet yours, turning his sour puss expression into a softer smile.

Pulling away from Bucky, you turned your head to the side, bringing Steve's lips to yours. The kiss with Bucky was softer, sweeter. You could feel him melting into your touch as his aggressive demeanor subsided, but Steve was furious at the audacity John held, and you could feel it in his kiss. He took control of the kiss immediately, placing a hand around the back of your neck to pull you deeper. His tongue dipped between your lips without hesitation, and the entire thing was making you drip.

Steve pulled away, giving you a moment to breathe as you panted heavily. Swiftly, he moved his lips to your neck, nipping and biting at the skin to claim his territory.

A soft moan left your lips as you leaned your head on the back of the couch, giving Steve more access to rub his beard against you and stake claim to your body. Bucky, on the other hand, lifted your leg over his, puling your legs apart so he could slide a hand between them.

His hand started on the inside of your thighs, gently stroking the soft skin under your black dress before nudging your other leg against Steve's. You took the hint and lifted your other leg across Steve's lap as the other was on Bucky's, allowing both Bucky full access to play and John full access to view. Bucky groaned as his hand cupped your pussy over your panties, feeling the pool that had already developed on the material.

"Do you see how wet she gets for us, Red?" Bucky asks as his hand pulls your panties to the side, letting everyone get a view of your dripping core. "Did you really think you could make her this wet?" Bucky laughed.

You gasped as Bucky's fingers slipped inside you, stretching you out as he scissored his digits in you. Steve pulled away from your neck, small blue bruises glistened with spit in his wake as he glanced over to the bystander.

"Wanna see how pretty she is when she cries?" Steve asks as Bucky plunges his fingers inside you.

You gasp at his idea, feeling yourself getting wetter by the syllable as John lets a groan slip.

Both Steve and Bucky whip their heads towards the man, anger flourishing within them before they ultimately decide your pleasure is paramount at the moment.

They ignore Red. Bucky went back to finger fucking you, now on his knees below you, face hidden behind your mound as his tongue ravaged your clit. Steve was now standing on the couch beside you, cock hanging out as his pants laid on the cushion below him.

You moaned as you watched Steve stroke his cock in front of your face, his hand grasping at your hair to pull your mouth closer to him. "Show him whose cock slut you are, sunshine," he muttered to you, gently petting your face as you licked his length of his cock.

You moaned softly around his head, drawing a moan out of both Steve and your onlooker. Upon hearing the man again, Steve shot a death glare at him before grabbing your hair in his hand and forcing his cock in your mouth.

You did your best to breathe properly as you took his cock, focusing on relaxing your throat to make it easier for him, and the string of incoherent words coming from the bearded blonde above you let you know that you were doing just that.

"Such a good cock slut," Steve groaned, his hips jutting towards your mouth at such a rate his balls brushed against you softly as he pulled out. Below you, Bucky was watching the both of you, his fingers now curling towards your gspot as he smoothed over the muscle and his tongue circled your clit.

Your body began jerking against them. You felt your lungs begging for air, but it only brought the heat within your belly to build faster until you were quivering against Bucky. Steve had pulled your mouth off of his cock, spit trailed down your chin and onto your dress. You took a few deep breathes, a hand pushing Bucky's mouth closer to your clit, before you stuck out your tongue to Steve, begging for his cock more.

Steve chuckled as he stroked his cock, tapping his head against your tongue as he taunted John once more, "You couldn't have possibly thought that our dumb little slut would be willing to give us up for you. Look how much she loves our cocks."

His words only pushed you to your brink, you leaned up to lick his balls, moaning as Bucky sucked on your clit and brought you to your climax. You groaned, eyes shut, as your legs involuntarily tried closing around Bucky's head. He pushed your legs apart with both hands, focusing his mouth on your clit before cleaning you with his tongue.

Steve watched you come undone as he stroked his cock above you, using his hand to tilt your head back up, mouth open, as he came in your mouth with a groan.

You sucked every drop from the man, waiting to know what he wanted you to do with it before swallowing.

Bucky sat on the couch panting, catching his breath after being nearly suffocated by your thighs, and instructed, "Bunny, why not give our audience a little gift?"

You looked up to Steve for confirmation, who simply leaned down to kiss your temple before nodding towards Red, "Go on, sunshine. You gotta give him something to remember you by."

You smiled widely, crawling on all fours across the glass coffee table to the man. Your dress riding up your body so far your entire ass was on display for Steve and Bucky as you grabbed John by the neck and pulled him into a kiss. This time, you controlled the kiss, sighing contently as you pushed John's lips apart with your tongue and shared Steve's cum with him.

You pulled away with an empty mouth, looking over your shoulder at Bucky who was palming his erection as he watched you. "Like that, daddy?"

Bucky smirked at you, patting his thigh for you to sit on and you obliged. You sat on Bucky's lap, dress hiked around your waist and your pussy pressed firmly against his hard cock. "Bunny, now tell Stevie what to do with Red," Bucky whispers against your shoulder, pecking soft kisses as you looked at him. "It's up to you how he dies," he continued, hands pulling your hips against his clothed cock as he spoke.

You hummed, eyes meeting Steve as he walked behind John drinking a bottle of water. "Stevie, can you just shoot him in the head or something so I can fuck Daddy Bucky?"

You watched John's eyes nearly pop out of his head, clearly he had no idea who he touched earlier at the bar, but boy would he never forget this lesson. Steve chuckled as he nodded. "Of course, sunshine. I'll do anything for you," he said reassuringly as he whipped out a handgun, pressed it to the man's skull, and fired it before he could even think twice.

Bucky's lips found your neck as the shot rang throughout the club, the people on the floor below quietened as they heard it, and you moaned. "Please, Daddy. Fill me up, already," you begged, hips grinding against Bucky's cock hungrily.

He wasted no time in unzipping his pants and sinking your sopping cunt around his cock. Hissing, his fingers dug into your hips, "Jesus Steve, you'd never believe how wet our cock slut is after watching you shoot someone."

You moaned breathlessly as Bucky made you fuck yourself on his cock hard, watching as Steve wrapped John's body in the now blood-stained rug below him. "Yeah, I can imagine. She's a fucking slut," he muttered, sending you a wink.

You blushed at the thought of who you had become after mere months fucking them, but you couldn't bare to think of an alternative as Bucky's metal fingers rubbed circles against your clit. "Fuck, daddy, gonna make me cum."

Bucky moaned, his lips meeting your shoulder again, most likely trying to stake claim on his side of your body as Steve had done earlier. "Cum, Bunny. You've been our good slut, tonight. You can cum, doll."

And you do. Your legs begin to shake, your head falls back against Bucky's shoulder, and you feel Bucky biting down and licking over the blue masterpiece on your shoulder as you hit your orgasm.

"Fuck," you groan softly, feeling Bucky pull his softened cock out of you, along with dribbles of his cum.

Steve was panting again, standing with his hands on his hips as he waited for you and Bucky to calm down. "Buck, give me a hand with Red? Then we can put our Angel in bed."

Bucky agreed, lifting you off of him with a soft kiss on your temple, whispering a soft, "such a good girl, bunny."

[prcttylittlebirds]

openpassionates​:

“i was a bit wild up until a few years ago. i had a really bad injury that forced me to do a little rethinking about life and shit.” he points to a tiny, but visible scar just below his hairline. “now i just get a little drunk here and there. mostly around people i trust. you weren’t supposed to see me that drunk.” once they arrive to her hotel, he grabs her gift bags again. rafael’s laughter echoes throughout the quiet streets of london as he exits the car, tipping his driver for his time. after all he deserves it. “like i said i would wait in the lobby if you asked me to.” he notices that she used the opportunity of them getting out of the car to separate their hands, but he brushes it aside and follows her inside of the hotel and up to her suite without questioning it. once they get in, he sets the bags down on the nearest table before sitting on the couch. “hey, i’m just using my manners. we don’t have to be there at a certain time. perks of my uncle owning the place. that’s a nice dress.” he says, just admiring her beauty. “excuse me, i prefer your curls… the bun is my second favorite.”

ALTHOUGH RAFAEL INSISTS on them arriving whenever they see fit, venus still wants to cut down on wasting a lot of time. she was hungry and she loved being a foodie in different parts of the world. hearing that his uncle has a vegan section of the menu brought a smile to her face in the car. she stares back at her reflection while she takes a look at her hair. “maybe, i can do a messy bun with curly strands out on the front and the sides? yeah, let’s go with that.” she talks to herself out loud before she begins to get her hair in order. she thanks him for the compliment on the dress, slightly amused that he even had commentary on it before she thought to put it on. “so… your scar on your head? how’d that get there? i know you got shit faced but what happened exactly? you have access to some of the top notch wine that someone could ever drink and you choose to drink the terrible shit.” she jokingly scolds him. venus could already see that she would have to take care of him the next time either of them returned and happened to get drunk. too much alcohol consumption was rarely her thing unless it was wine. “you said i wasn’t supposed to see you that drunk but you kept downing shots in my presence.” she reminds him, teasing the curls in her hair a bit before going over to rafael to look at the scar again. “i’ve noticed it but i never would’ve thought it came from you being a drunk klutz.” venus smiles and pokes it. 

as venus is talking to herself and fixing her hair, rafael is just cheesing from ear-to-ear. there’s no way she could get any cuter. he’s so lost in his own thoughts, that he almost misses her question about how he got the scar on his head. “hm? oh, okay, here’s the story, but disclaimer: i was really sloshed. i was at a party and there was a pool and i was running to jump in and i slipped, and hit my head on the edge of the pool. i was out for awhile and they had to call the paramedics… it was a concussion, but i was fine after a few days. i’ve had worse happen.” despite loving wine and having unlimited access to some of the best quality wines in the uk, he enjoyed tequila and other alcoholic beverages, like scotch. “the wine is good, but i never drink terrible anything. everything is high quality, even the tequila i consume. wine is like juice to me, i’d have wine at dinner as a kid. like a half of a glass.” raf’s parents were very traditional in most ways, but wine was a family staple. he needed to know the ins and outs of the business early and he learned about the quality of wines before he could even sit with the adults. “i was already buzzed when you made me grab your thigh. that’s probably the courage i needed to even approach you. still, it was embarrassing to be that plastered.” venus will probably never see him that drunk again, unless it’s his birthday. when she’s in his line of vision poking his scar, raf chuckles. “i have another one on my chin, but my beard hides it. i fell down a flight of stairs.”

[aesthyuckic]

🎃🔮 halloween! ┊͙✧˖*°࿐

based on ‘drunk on Halloween’ by the wallows! angst and mentions of cheating i love Halloween so enjoy!! (hopefully)

Halloween was always your favorite time of year. You loved dressing up, so much so the 1st you’d start planning your costume for next year. You loved the candy and going trick-or-treating when you were younger. The autumn leaves crunching under your feet once they fell into a warm hue was comforting to you. You enjoyed the Halloween movies, all of them something about felt like that nice feeling warming up after being out in the cold. It was the perfect season for you… Until it wasn’t one year.

Last year made you become numb to your favorite season and holiday because being sad and angry wasn’t enough. Your boyfriend, Jisung cheated on you last year on your favorite holiday, even worse it was one of his friend’s girlfriend. You and him were never the same and no one understood why you continued to be with him.

You loved him though, unconditionally and wholeheartedly. You came to realize he was no one the same level as you when it came to love. He may have been a man but he was still a boy mentally. You loathed him for what he did and eventually no love or hate was left for him. Truthfully, you didn’t understand why you stayed with him now. Maybe because you were holding on to something long gone.

You both walked into Johnny’s, a friend of Jisung’s, annual Halloween party he threw for everyone he knew. It doubled as a birthday party for Yuta and Sicheng some other friends of his. He closed the door behind you and silence between the both you was deafening as the music could be heard around the both of you.

You were shocked when the boy took your coat off of your arms and hung it up near the door.

“Thank you.” You mumbled to him.

“Yeah…” He nodded.

It didn’t even feel like you were dating anymore. The conversations shared were incredibly awkward to the point it caused discomfort in the both of you.

“Why don’t we find my friends?” He asked as he came to wrap an arm around you waist to guide you along with him.

Johnny saw the both of you near the entrance and came to great the both of you.

“Y/n!” He smiled as he hugged you. “It’s been forever. This kid never brings you around much anymore! How are you?”

“Busy with college, you know how it is.” You laughed, dryly.

He didn’t know about what happen. There was only four people what knew what happened a year ago and it was you, Jisung, Haechan and Yoona. You all wanted to keep it that was otherwise things would end badly and everyone wanted to move on. It was hard to when you stood in the exact same house your boyfriend hook up with another woman a year ago. That anger began to come back in the pit of your stomach.

“Well good luck. Don’t do anything you’ll regret tomorrow.” He winked. “I’ll see you all later!”

Jisung bid goodbye to his friend both he moved the both of you into the kitchen. Most of the counter was covered in various alcoholic beverages. The boy was about to pick up a beer but you were quick to grab his wrist to stop him.

“Please don’t drink.” You pleaded. “You promised me you wouldn’t drink ever again after last Halloween.”

He saw the sadness in your eyes and retracted his hand, “Alright, I won’t.”

Instead, he just grabbed a cup full of soda. One for you and one for him. The both of you were about to walk out of the crowded kitchen until you bumped into some other people on the way out. Of course it just had to be Haechan and Yoona.

“Oh, hey!” The other girl seemed so chirper in her voice.

How odd was it that she was dressed as a cat and your boyfriend was a mouse that Halloween. A part of you felt like they planned it. They promised no contact with each other again after last year so it couldn’t be. Deep down you knew it could be even if probably wasn’t.

“Long time no see…” Jisung spoke up before taking in a deep breath.

You were uncomfortable and it was obvious the tan boy that stood across from you was as well.

“We were just getting some drinks.” Haechan cleared his throat and swiftly moving passed you two with the girl practically attached to his waist.

You would be dumb if you hadn’t caught that shared gaze between the ex-lovers. Haechan was too busy trying to hide his own anger and jealousy to notice. Though you did and you knew the two of them were much happy with one another… It was obvious even before just the way they smiled and acted around each other before.

You just sighed at the sight before you walked out to the porch. Jisung caught up with you once he was done looking at the girl noticed you were gone. He found you leaned up against the railing outside, looking at the stars that he once remembered were your favorite. Your expression under the moonlight slightly hidden by the witch’s hat you wore yet a somber expression still poke out.

“What’s wrong?” He asked you, quietly against the muffled music.

You took a deep breath in, “Is there a reason we’re together still?”

“What are talking about?” He scoffed.

“You haven’t told me you loved me since last year… I don’t think you love me.”

“You haven’t let me touch you since last year.”

“It’s not about sex, Jisung. Love exists with out.”

“And sex exists without love, what’s your point?”

“Is that the reason you slept with Yoona for fuck’s sake? Because I wasn’t psychical enough with you? You know I was busy with midterms then. You couldn’t just wait? You’re that much of a whore?”

“What else was I suppose to do?! It’s like we weren’t in a relationship anymore!”

“Are you kidding me?! That’s what you say?! Is that the only reason you were with me?! You didn’t have to ask me out, you could get hook-ups if you wanted. You didn’t have to date me to get a vulnerable part of me when you get that with someone else!”

Everything went silent. The boy’s expression had yet to soften and you had grown tired of the push and pull with one another. You finally sighed and just gave it.

“You know that? I’m done with you. Feel free to do whatever you want at least you don’t have to cheat anymore. Pick up your stuff in the morning.”

You were about to walk back inside before he grabbed your arm. You looked up at him. He saw there’s a plead behind your eyes. One that just begged him to let you go after all this time. It was painful.

“Please, don’t keep doing this to me.” You whispered on the verge of tears

His grip finally loosened and you were free. You went straight for the kitchen looking for liquor. Something that would help feel okay that moment and you found a tequila bottle you i used to fill a shot glass up with and wash down your throat. One shot, two shot, three shot before you filled up a red solo cup with a little more before you sat down on the couch in the living room full of people.

You saw multiple people hooking up with one another and another sense of hatred for this holiday was found for you. Tipsy, you sipped off the plastic cup with your arms crossed.

“What’s up with you?” A soft, soothing voice asked.

You turned to see Haechan in his vampire costume standing there, looking at you. He had the same red cup in his hand. Though obviously probably with soda or juice judging by his composure.

“I broke up with Jisung…” You confessed to the boy.

“You should’ve awhile ago.” He shrugged.

“Why do you care?” You huffed. “I didn’t think you’d want me around since the last time we were around or talked to each other you saw your best friend in bed with your girlfriend.”

“Not your fault. You also saw your boyfriend in bed with his best friend’s girlfriend so… I don’t I’m a positive reminder either.”

“Who cares? It’s finally over. For me at least.”

You took another sip from your drink that you held in your cheek before you looked at the people in front of you. You saw the bleach blonde in the crowd of people. He stood out a bit and you saw him walk up the stairs before he took someone’s hand. Of course it was Yoona, who else would it be? You chuckled bitterly before swallowing the liquid. The boy in the vampire costume had his back turn to the scene since he was talking to you. Unaware that your ex and his girlfriend went up to an empty bedroom.

“What do you think he’s doing now?” He asked you.

“You probably don’t want to know.” You answered.

“Why do you say that?” He huffed.

“It involves your girlfriend.”

“I kinda figured they never stopped seeing each other honestly.”

He sat down next to you. His expression was rather sad but again who’s wouldn’t be? Seemed like just a painful memory from last year… You quietly offered him the rest of your alcohol. He stared at it for a moment before he took it and chugged it down. You didn’t need much more anyway as you were already starting to feel out of it. The feeling was something that relieved you.

“Are you okay?” He asked, genuinely curious about your well being at the moment.

“I’m relieved and I feel free…” You answered. “It’s not just the alcohol talking. A lot of people say love is a choice at one point and I kept trying to force it on someone who didn’t want to make that choice. I don’t know how to phrase it but I feel much better.”

“That’s good.” He chuckled with a small smile that was warming to the heart.

“Are you okay though?”

“Yeah, I think I’ve felt the same way as you.”

A softer song started to play. The type of song you could feel during a melancholy evening when you were out of it. You actually like it and was a different pace from the last few songs and everyone was too busy to complain.

“Do you want to dance with me?” You turned to ask him. “I think we deserve to enjoy the night too.”

He seemed rather shocked but the abrupt confidence he didn’t see previously. His expression was just blank as he blinked a few times.

“Okay…” He mumbled.

As soon as the letters left his lips you were up and yanking on his hand to pull him up. He trailed behind you to the middle of the living room. He expected for you to let go but you didn’t. You faced him and grabbed his other hand just to move him along with you. Your hands were cold while his were quite warm. It made for that comfortable feeling you loved about the cooler weather. His hands were soft… and pretty which were just bonuses you happened to notice when your hands held each other perfectly.

You had a goofy smile plastered on your face as you felt a little less alone. Your face a bit flushed from the alcohol but it kind of just made him smile in return. With a concept of lost time, the both of you dance with each other (not well but for the sake of good fun) like no one else was like even around you. But in fact you were getting weird stares from other people, maybe it was the uncoordinated moves or maybe it was the fact everything still thought you both had significant others that weren’t each other.

It was clear you both were having the time of your lives though. That’s all that truly mattered in the end. You started laughing and Haechan followed shortly behind you. You leaned on him trying to cover your mouth in an effort to stop but the more he laughed, the more it infected you and the more you laughed the more it got to him…

It was a shocked when Jisung and Yoona had come downstairs from their rendezvous to see you both clear as day under the lilac light in the center of the living room. The tanned boy had his arms wrapped around you as you continued to giggle on his shoulder as you swayed with one another. The look of pure happiness has become almost unknown to the blonde boy… Something in him dropped with that knowledge. It didn’t help that the vampire with the witch looked so much better than the mouse with the witch.

He looked over at Yoona who had her nose scrunched up. It was obvious she was pissed, it seemed like jealousy even. She seemed even more appalled at the face that you and her (ex) boyfriend had walked out of the party arm in arm as she just watched from the stairway. It wasn’t long after she received a text from Haechan breaking up with her.

The next morning you woke up with a hangover. You were still in your costume but in a very unfamiliar bed with the sheets bunched around you. It was only when you looked at the floor and saw the man in the vampire costume curled up on the floor that you realized where you were. He was sound asleep and dare you say cute as you heard little snores from his lips. You looked over at the night stand to see two glasses of water and a bottle of ibuprofen on surface with a note. You took the pills before you even picked up the note.

‘Thanks for giving me the courage to break up with Yoona, finally. Maybe we can be friends.’

You found yourself smiling before you looked over at the boy. Maybe. For some reason you loved that. You got your stuff, ready to go and get home so you could finally clean yourself up and get rid of things. Before you could, the boy woke up with a groan.

“I didn’t even drink much last night but my head hurts still.” Haechan moaned.

“Poor baby.” You mocked with a snicker.

His head popped up as he looked at you through his puffy eyes, “I thought you’d be gone by now.”

“I woke up not to long ago.”

“Hmm.”

“Thanks for dancing with me last night even though we barely know each other.”

“It was fun…”

You nodded in agreement. You came to him and crouched down next to him.

“And thank you for making me like fall and Halloween again.” You confessed before you left a quick, sweet kiss on his cheek.

He was shocked once again, in a good way though. You were out quicker than he could’ve responded. Perhaps he shouldn’t feel such a ping in his heart if you were two were going to be friends…

[cevansbrat0007]

Three Sheets to the Wind

Summary: A huge victory in the courtroom leads to a celebration and a very drunk Andrew Barber. Andy Barber x Black Reader

*Warnings: Fluff, Alcohol Consumption, Drunken/Committed/Adorable Andy, A Skanky Bar Bitch, Cursing, Smut (implied), Exasperated Reader, Minors DNI

A/N: I hope you enjoy this side of Andy. Please let me know what you think! Part of my Growing Pains Series. Semi-proofread. Not beta’d. All mistakes are my own.

___

“Your ride is on their way, boss man.” Max says as he claps a hand on his colleague’s shoulder.

Andy sways slightly in his seat as he patiently sips on what he told himself would be his last glass of bourbon for the evening. But he was in such a good fucking mood that he was probably going to have one more.

Instead of responding, he just raises his beverage in a hearty salute. Both men clink their glasses and go back to celebrating. 

The case they’d won had been a difficult one. We’re talking late hours, mountains of paperwork, numerous witness interviews and testimonies. He and his team had spent so many days, evenings, and weekends away from their families and loved ones. He, himself, had barely seen his girl in what felt like ages. 

It was hard walking through the door at night, many times well after 1:00am, only to find her curled up on the couch after she had fallen asleep while trying to wait up for him. Or, worse yet, the times when he wandered into his bedroom to see her snuggling with his pillow. 

Pretending it was him. 

His sweet Y/N had reassured him time and time again that she was okay. That she understood. 

“I know what I signed up for Andy. I understand that this is your life sometimes. Now tell me what you want for dinner and I’ll bring it to you tonight, okay?” She’d said to him - more than once.

Sometimes she showed up with takeout. Other times she brought him a home cooked meal. And if she knew that Robert, Max, or Ahmed was there with him, she made sure to bring enough for them too. 

God, how he fucking loved her.  

But it was finally over. At least until the next case file landed on his desk. Tossing back the remainder of his drink, he signals the bartender for another bourbon whiskey. 

He was going to take some time off and spend every minute of it loving on his girl.

Just as another glass is set in front of him, he feels a hand on his bicep. 

“Well, hi there, handsome.” A perky little redhead leans over to whisper in his ear. “I couldn’t stand the thought of you sitting here all alone for another minute. Thought you might need some company.” She giggles and squeezes his arm. 

“No, nooo - not alone.” Andy slurs just a little. “Here with my team!” He turns around and raises his glass, prompting scattered cheers to erupt throughout the bar. 

“Oh!” She offers him a sweet smile. “Well, my mistake. I’m Amber, by the way. What are you and your team, uh, celebrating?”

“Victory.” He hisses as the smooth liquid burns as it goes down his throat. “A fuckin’ hard won victory. In court.”

“Congratulations, big man!” Amber coos. 

Frowning, Andy pulls away, as if he finally realizes that the strange woman was touching him. “No, no, no. Don’t call me that.”

“Huh?”

“You don’t get to call me Big Man. Only my lady gets to call me that!” He huffs, looking annoyed. “I’m her Big Man and no one else's.” 

“Oh, okay, um, sorry…but can you blame a girl for being taken in by all these muscles and that chiseled jaw? I bet you’re positively ripped underneath all this.” She gestures towards his white dress shirt. “You’re just so handsome, sugar.” Amber goes to stroke his beard before seemingly thinking better of it. 

“Tell me your name.” She purrs.

“I have a girl.” He replies.

“Okay, so? Tell me your name.” She persists. 

“Hey Andrew, we’re going to order another round of shots. You game?” His friend and colleague, Ahmed calls out.

“Challenge accepted, pal!” 

“Well it’s nice to meet you, Andrew. So, now that we’re no longer strangers, how about we have another drink and then get out of here?” Amber flips her long hair over her shoulder and bats her sparkling green eyes at him. “I wanna take you back to my place for a real victory celebration.”

“Can’t. Won’t. Don’t wanna.” He grunts. “I belong to the most gorgeous creature on this entire fucking planet and she - oh, hey, Ahmed? Bring over the shots already, my guy!” He calls over his shoulder. 

“So what? It’s not like she’s here. In fact, she never has to know.” 

“No. My dick only gets hard for one woman. And it ain’t you.” Andy sways again before taking another pull of his drink. His Y/N didn’t like whiskey all that much, but he was working on that. He was going to convert her one of these days.

“Aww, sweetie.” The redhead pouts. “You haven’t even given me a chance.” Her hand goes to slip between his legs. “Something tells me you’re big all over.” But just before she can make contact, Andy blocks her. 

“No touching.” He growls softly. “No fucking touching what belongs to my fucking girl, Amy!”

“It’s Amber, baby.” 

Finally, Ahmed and a couple others join him at the bar, shots in hand. “We, uh, got one for your friend, too.” He says with an innocent grin. “Didn’t want to be rude, ya know.” He slides one to Andy and then to Amber. 

“A toast! To the Bad Boys of Boston!” 

“Hell yeah!”

“I’ll drink to that shit!”

“Whoop! Whoop!”

Everyone tosses it back. Andy sucks in a harsh breath as it goes down. Fuck, he was pretty sure that he’d just ingested actual diesel fuel. He receives several more pats on the back as the others wander off to some other corner of the bar. 

“You ready to leave now, baby?” The woman next to him lightly strokes his chin.

“Huh?” He begins looking around excitedly. “Is Y/N here already? Do yah see her? Where is she?” His Boston accent grows thicker by the second as the whiskey begins to take hold. 

“Um, I don’t know. Not really sure what she looks like.” Amber shrugs, clearly indicating that she really didn’t give a shit. “I was talking about you going home with me. I’ll even make you breakfast in the morning if you -” The woman sighs when she realizes that he’s still not paying attention to her. “Andrew, I really don’t think she’s here.”

“Well, lemme know if - if yah see her. If yah see my girl, I mean. You’ll know it’s her cuz’ she’s beautiful, okay? An - and my Y/N, she’s got the most magnificent curls. It’s like, um, like - like this ethereal mane that just frames her whole face. I’m talkin’ thick and glossy and gorgeous.”

“Uh huh.” 

“And yah know what? She let’s me run my fingers through ‘em whenever I want.” He tells her as a boyish grin stretches across his full lips.

“Is that so.” Amber grumbles impatiently. “How about you finish telling me all about her on the drive back to -”

“Oh, gawd, and Amber - her smile. Her fuckin’ smile is like pure sunshine.” He presses one large over his heart. “And her skin, it’s so soft and smooth. I could spend hours kissing all over her sweet little body. Aaaand sometimes, I dooo.”

“Great.” 

“Yah know, I think my girl is like, the second coming of a fucking goddess or some shit.” Andy leans over and whispers. “She shouldn’t exist. But she does. And she’s with me, and I ain’t given’ her up for nuthin’!”

“Wow.” 

“Wanna know another secret, Amber?” He whispers again, leaning even closer to the visibly annoyed woman. 

“Not really. In fact, I think I should probably go, so -”

Andy fishes a little black box out of his pants pocket. He opens it, revealing a stunning pink princess-cut diamond ring, flanked on each side by a series of smaller diamonds, set on a platinum band. 

“I’m gonna give her my last name.” He lets out a soft chuckle. “I’m gonna make her my wife.”

“Oh, good for you.” She mutters with a roll of her eyes.

“I know, right?” I mean it’s only been like five months, so I can’t ask her yet. Don’t wanna scare her off. But I’m gonna. And when I do, my girl is gonna say yes. I’ma make fuckin’ sure of it!” Looking around, he hurriedly shoves the little treasure back into his pocket. “Sorry. I’ve had this thing for like a whole month, but this was the first time I’ve ever showed it to someone.”

“Oh, how sweet.” Amber mumbles. “I think you just gave me a fucking cavity.”

Just then, Andy feels two warm arms slip around him from behind. 

“Hello, Big Man.” You whisper into his ear, before pressing a kiss against the column of his throat. “Congratulations on your victory. Now, how about we get you home, hm?” 

“Absolutely, baby girl. Take me home. Home with you.” Your boyfriend leans back, rather unsteadily you might add, and boops your nose.

And then you notice the redhead at his side. “Oh, sorry. Who’s your friend, Andy Bear?”

“She’s no one. Nooo one.” He slurs. “Only woman who matters is you, Y/N.”

Giving you a pained smile, the woman stands up. “He’s right. I’m no one. In fact, he’s spent our entire conversation talking about you. You’re a lucky woman.” With that, she turns and stomps away. 

“I’m the lucky one!” Andy yells, almost falling out of his chair. “This guy right here!” He points at himself. “Me!” 

“Okay, okay. How about we’re both lucky? Now, wrap your arm around me. There we go. Now we’re gonna head out to the car.”

“Wait!” He grunts. 

“For what, baby?” You respond, confused. 

“How about a quickie in the bathroom before we go?” He purrs as his hand goes to palm your ass. 

“Uh, you’re drunk, Andy, so I’m gonna have to pass. Also, a public bathroom at a bar? Really? Do you want Chlamydia?”

“My bad, sweet girl. But this guy has a mind of his own sometimes.” He grabs your hand and presses it against his straining erection. “How about the backseat of the car?” 

“Jesus Christ, Andrew! Seriously?” You grunt as you try to maneuver him towards the exit.

Apparently, even whiskey dick was no match for your man. 

You struggle to hold your man upright when he shrugs his broad shoulders.

“Alright, baby girl. At least give Daddy your panties to hold on to for the ride home.”

“Keep your voice down, Andrew Barber!” You hiss, looking around to make sure the two of you hadn’t been overheard.

“Only if you promise me the panties.”  

Fuck, your man was stubborn.

“Fine, damn it!”

END

[kitsuneoftheorganization]

Mondstadt Evenings

Pairing: Venti x Reader

Warnings: alcohol mention, maybe 2 curse words, nothing major!

Genre: pure self indulgent fluff / friends to lovers

Word Count: 3,920

Notes: i am completely whipped for venti, so this is pure self indulgent fluff. can you tell i wanna touch his wings? anyway, this is the first thing i've really written for him, and i've got more ideas as well, since he's such a complex and interesting person. bare with me if you see any formatting issues, i brought this finalized version over from my ao3 and tumblr's drafts are killin' me. enjoy fellow venti lovers <3

Evenings in Mondstadt always had an incredibly soothing atmosphere. The retreating light cast oranges and yellows within the city walls, to fade into a serene blue as the hours progressed. The buildings were cozy, the streets perfect for calm walks and hello's to passing citizens.

Earlier, upon your return through the city gates, the familiar smells of flowers, food on the open stove of Good Hunter, and the chirping of birds perched on houses had greeted you, like a second home waiting to embrace you - the city that began your journey.

You'd registered a few commissions locally for the next couple days with Katherine, and stopped at the aforementioned restaurant with Paimon to savor the local cuisine you'd both come to miss when away. It just so happened that Jean was there at the same time, and had been incredibly happy to see you.

You'd asked how she was - busy as ever, but she'd made herself take breaks here and there - and was feeling much better because of it. "You'd better be, so you don't get sick again!" Paimon exclaimed with a smug grin and crossed arms, in typical Paimon fashion.

Jean softly chuckled in agreeance, and moved on to thank you for everything you'd done for the city once again. Which you were quick to brush off, visibly flustered, earning yourself a light laugh from the Acting Grand Master.

When she'd asked what brought you back, you'd explained the two of you returned just to relax, and that you'd come to miss Mondstadt in your travels.

She happily offered for you to spend your stay at a house that had been vacant for a while, "Free of course, for our honorary knight!", she'd enthusiastically added. While it was heartwarming to know she regarded you this highly, you thanked her and insisted you were fine, explaining the Serenitea Pot you'd received in Liyue.

She'd had none of it, insisting you should feel welcome and comfortable and that she wanted you to be able to really experience the city.

And so that's how you ended up where you were now, setting your things down, Paimon rolling around on the fresh sheets of the bed.

"Paimon feels like she's on a cloud right now!" She gushed, rolling dramatically like a cat doused in catnip. You couldn't help but laugh at the sight.

"Good practice for when I get really hungry and roll you into a burrito next time we set out!"

"Oh come on! You ruined Paimon's moment!"

It was admittedly really nice to be able to open the curtains and see the city below, and just be, like any other citizen or visitor, without an agenda. The Caramel Pinecone you were sipping on was made that much sweeter by the view of the sky, clouds passing like free spirits above.

Paimon, of course, had sucked hers down at lightning speed, barely able to greet Diluc at the tavern earlier for her excited cheers over the beverage.

You both stepped onto the balcony and sighed in content. You still missed and worried about your home of course, but on occasions like this you couldn't help but feel thankful for the peaceful moments, the sights you'd seen, and spending time with your hyper, food vacuuming travel buddy - who was now waving at and talking to the dog trotting along on the street underneath you both.

Midnight was even more peaceful than evening. Stars scattered across the sky, gentle breezes tousled your hair in various directions, and the nocturnal insects kept the air alive with their symphonies. Paimon, having crashed from her sugar high hours ago, lie passed out on the couch in the living room, covered in blankets you'd found in a closet.

As for yourself, you'd washed up and changed to comfier clothes, now settled into the windowside bed. You'd opened the windows earlier, letting the midnight breeze through, which paired exquisitely with the soft sheets that were nice and cold, and you could feel yourself drifting off...

That is, until a knock at your door jerked you out of your descent into slumber.

Somewhat exasperatedly, you threw the covers off and got up, marching half asleep past a non-affected Paimon to the door.

If you were sleepy before, you just got backhanded into wakefulness. There to greet you in all your post-shower hair, pajama clad glory was none other than the last person you'd want to see you in this state- the Anemo Archon himself.

"Ah, traveler! I'd heard around you were back and wanted to come see you... You've gotta tell me about all your adventures and what you've been up to... *yawn*... ya know..." He trailed off. It was clear he'd had a few drinks, his cheeks dusted pink and a wide self satisfied grin plastered across his face. He was obviously tired, evidenced by the yawn breaking up his sentences.

Having jerked you out of your restful state aside, you couldn't help but (begrudgingly) mentally acknowledge just how cute he was. Cyan-tipped dark hair that framed his features just right... Kind but mischievous doe eyes, on the border of green and blue, hands that seemed warm and soft when held, that weaved melodies and guided the winds that shaped this land. A slim, approachable figure, belying the power of a god he held within...

You had to mentally slap yourself out of your reverie before the silence became uncomfortable.

"Hey... uh... it's really nice to see you Venti, but it's like 1 in the morning..." you replied awkwardly, not wanting to come off mean, but still a bit perplexed by his sudden appearance. It didn't help that your face was heating up, and you willed yourself not to stutter.

"Well..." Another yawn escaped before he could finish, and a hand raised to scratch his head in slightly embarrassed realization. "It is about that time, isn't it, aha..."

You just blinked, knowing if Paimon was awake she'd had let a snarky comment out right at this moment.

"I was at the tavern and Diluc mentioned you were back in town... Shortly after, when he refused to give me anymore wine," he stopped to mutter something unintelligible in annoyance, "he changed the subject and said I should visit you tomorrow, being the honorary knight and all.... I uh, was a little too tipsy to realize it was quite this late so I decided to drop by right away instead, ehe. I was too excited to wait until tomorrow.... I hope you're not mad..." He trailed off, voice seeming to grow sleepier every time he spoke.

You probably should have been, but how could you be mad? Maybe it was the fact that you were hopelessly crushing on him, maybe it was your over forgiving nature... Yeah, we'll go with the second option, but you could never get mad at that (annoyingly) cute face.

But excited? He was excited to see you... Ugh. The most logical explanation was that being your friend, and interested in your travels, that's why he was excited. You mentally reminded yourself to not let your hopes get too high and cloud your judgement.

"No, just a bit surprised to see you is all," You muttered, unsuccessfully stifling a yawn yourself, "Excuse the way I look, I didn't really expect to see anyone this late, but no, I was looking forward to seeing you too."

His eyes seemed to light up in relief, and he straightened his posture back out. "Well in that case," another yawn, "Mmm.... is it okay if I come in for a moment? I'll just stay a minute..." Before you could reply, he spoke again. "And don't apologize..." this time, a hiccup interrupted him, "You always look amazing to me..." he finished, eyes halfway closed in a sleepy-tipsy haze. Still wearing that goofy grin.

Oh. If it weren't for your own sleepiness, you would have died on the spot as if struck by Ei's lightning. Calm, calm... You reminded yourself he had had who knows how many bottles of Dandelion Wine, but those words coming from him... were enough to fold someone in half like a sucker punch. That damn tone deaf bard, you thought, thinking Paimon's nickname fitting for the moment.

"Uhh, yeah, sure!" you fumbled, a little too obviously flustered and with maybe a hint of excitedness, backing away from the door to allow him in. "Just be quiet, since Paimon's asleep over here." Why did he want to come in at this hour? You didn't know, but you honestly were too tired to care at this point... and since it was him.

What were you two, though?

Well, you were undeniably friends, close even. The first archon you met, one of the first who knew of your predicament. Whenever you'd returned to Mondstadt, you'd run into him so many times, and he'd helped you and the others repeatedly. He'd guided you through the city's festivals, shared stories of it's history, made you feel as though you belonged, never judging you.

You'd hung out together sometimes, too. Paimon napping on your lap as the three of you sat under the tree at Windrise, him playing a tune on his lyre. Nights at the tavern when he'd make sure you were at ease around strangers. Walks at dusk, when his serious face showed the bard Venti give way to Barbatos, when he would spill stories of his own life, memories only he had, history of the land. You'd in turn describe your world in detail, the places you loved, your adventures in Teyvat.

He was one of the few people you really felt comfortable talking to about how you felt, talking about home. He was a bastion of comfort and reassurance, an easygoing and understanding shoulder to lean on like a cool breeze on a hot day. Your fears, your worries, anything - he always knew what to say to melt them all away, and lend a supportive ear.

So it was no wonder you harbored such feelings for him now. But again... to share such intimate details, to share so many moments of almost brushing hands, of if I just scooted closer I could feel his warmth distance.

What did he feel? There were hints, of course, you weren't an idiot. But you couldn't be sure.

Well, you mused, thinking too much about it wouldn't reveal anything, so might as well focus on the present.

You directed him silently past where Paimon was still sleeping soundly, and gestured for him to come into your room, where she wouldn't be disturbed by your voices.

He sighed after the door closed, turning toward the open window and, of course, yawning once more.

"We just got back here today. Both Paimon n' I had really missed Mondstadt, so we decided we'd come back and stay awhile. She kept going on about craving sticky honey roast," you laughed lightly, "but I have no room to talk, I missed it too. Quite frankly, we also missed you. But how did you know we were staying here? Wait, Diluc told you, didn't he?" You said, realization hitting as you spoke.

He chuckled lightly. "Yep. He said you'd both come in earlier, and I asked if he knew where you all were going. He said he'd spoken to Jean earlier, and she told him she'd offered you two this place to stay, even though you initially refused," he laughed in that sweet voice of his, "that's so like you."

A small "Heh" was all you could muster, a bit red faced, fiddling with your hands.

You both stood there for a moment, you searching for something to say to break the quiet, him turning to gaze out the open window the moon was now shining through.

"Honestly," he sighed now, voice shifting almost to a lower, defeated tone, "I came here because I wanted your company. I wasn't gonna... come so late, I didn't realize, so sorry about that..." he trailed off. "I just, the wine wasn't enough tonight, and Diluc wasn't going to let me at anymore bottles anyway, and talking to you always makes me feel better." He wouldn't meet your eyes as he finished speaking, still focused on the view outside.

Ah. So that's what led to this whole predicament. You'd figured out a long time ago he'd occasionally use Angel's Share as his go-to when things bothered him, so that must have been the case tonight.

Even through the wine's cloudiness, you could see that you were dealing with Barbatos now when he turned back toward you - he'd dropped the cheerfulness, and you could see that all-too familiar look in his eyes, the subtle shift in expression.

With as much as he cared for everyone else... you wished he'd never feel sad. Even as show-up-and-disturb-your-sleep-y as he could be.

This time his eyes seemed to will themselves shut when he yawned, and you swore he could fall asleep right where he stood, if it weren't for him speaking again, before you could find the proper words to reply.

"Ah, I should probably go now, it's really late and I've already kept you from resting," he said apologetically, scratching the back of his head once more, "that's no way to greet you when you've come all this way from Inazuma."

You considered your next words. You could be brave, and offer him to stay here, possibly setting one foot out of the realm of just friends - or you could let him leave like he said he would and wonder what might have been.

You chose the first, despite your nerves.

I mean... you could obviously see he wasn't in the highest of spirits, and you didn't know of any place warm and indoors that he could retire to for the night, much less manage the walk there in his current state - nearly falling asleep with each second that passed.

"You can," you can do this, (y/n), dammit! you thought, "you can... stay here, if you want." Your face was blood red at this point, and you hoped the lack of light had your back in hiding it.

"I can tell you're really tired, and again, I don't mind you coming this late," you gained a bit of confidence as you continued, "I don't know where you usually go, but it would probably be nice to have a comfy bed, right?"

His lips eased into a small smile now, and his eyes seemed to regain a bit of light. He appeared to think for a second. "Well, then..."

You didn't even have time to process what was going on before he'd stepped toward you and wrapped his arms around your torso and back, face buried in the crook of your neck. Your arms stayed in the air for a moment out of shock, but you quickly placed them on his back, resting your own head against his green-clad shoulders. His hands were cool where they met the skin of your shoulder, but not cold.

Your heart was racing, and all you could manage was to wordlessly, blissfully savor the moment. He was warm pressed against you, and smelled of breeze-carried flowers underneath Dandelion Wine. His hair brushing your face was soft, tousled gently by the air flowing through the open window. The silence of the moment was peaceful, his feather-light breaths against you barely audible.

His grip tightened a bit before he finally let go, and you wished it could have lasted just a bit longer as you opened your eyes.

His voice was hushed and soft now. "Are you sure it's okay? Are you comfortable with me staying here? I won't be upset if you want me to go."

Summoning your ability to use words back from your prior stupor, you reassured him, voice light now as well.

"I'm sure."

If there was ever any moment - the night sky and city outside the window framing his silhouette, moonlight highlighting his features and setting aglow his dark locks, wind seeming to pick up and snake it's way through the room - it was now, to tell him how you felt.

"Venti, I..." you looked at his eyes, which now had their attention fully turned to you.

"Hmm?" he hummed, tone kind and inquisitive.

"To be honest," you sighed in defeat, ready to let the river flow. "I've had feelings for you for a while. I think about you a lot, everywhere I go. I get so excited to see you again when I come back here. I was so happy to see you at the Irodori Festival," you continued, "and I feel like you're one of the few people I can really feel comfortable with and trust. You're such a caring friend, and I feel myself missing you when you're gone."

"You trust me and really talk to me, even though I'm not from this world, and it really means so much to me. I think I love you, Venti." Your voice was barely a whisper as his name slid off your tongue, shyness overtaking you.

His eyes widened as you spoke, and you swore you could make out his cheeks flushing in the dim light, as slight shock spread across his face. After you'd finished though, he'd closed his eyes and smiled.

"My heart has belonged to you for a lot longer than you know," he began, clarity breaking through the alcohol and claws of sleepiness. "Freedom is important to me, so I didn't want to burden you with my feelings, or make you feel like you had to love me back. I know your journey is the most important thing for you right now, so I never wanted to tie you down, and if friendship was what you needed, it could stay that way. Your happiness is what matters most to me, your freedom as a traveler as well. I never want to hold you back."

"But, hearing you say these words... I'm so happy. I'm so happy I really don't know what to say, I," he laughed that soft laugh again, the wind whipping outside now, "I held myself back from saying or doing anything overt, but the time I've spent with you became one of my favorite things. I feel like I'm being healed when I'm with you, like that time under the Tree..."

He stepped forward to embrace you once again, just a bit tighter than before, and you could feel wetness from his cheeks on your shoulder this time.

"I love you too, (y/n)," he spoke, using your name this time, "I have for a really long time. I would have been content with you never noticing, or just being friends, but you have no idea how happy I am right now. I've lived for thousands of years," he stopped for a second, "and I've never felt like this for someone before. He... was my best friend. Dvalin, too. And I've had friends since, watching over the people of Mondstadt, but ever since you came to this world, it's something I couldn't quite describe."

He let go now, eyes meeting yours, one hand coming to rest on your cheek, the other brushing stray strands of hair out of your face. You were speechless. You couldn't deny you'd imagined scenarios like this before, but for it to be actually happening right now? Words were impossible to form.

He placed a kiss on your forehead before pulling back, chuckling as you squeezed your eyes shut. The way he looked at you... almost brought tears to your eyes.

What seemed like the thousandth yawn once more escaped him, the wind outside seeming to follow his lead as it too calmed down - was it tied to his emotions?

"If it's alright with you, can I... sleep beside you tonight?" He asked, "I've wanted to nap with you for a long time actually... Whenever we spend time together in Windrise, I just want to pull you into my lap and play my lyre... Again, I want you to be comfortable, so it's okay if the answer is no." He stated, voice still soft and sweet.

You could feel the sleepiness tugging at your own consciousness now after the rollercoaster of emotions you'd just experienced, and the thought of his warmth you felt just minutes ago returning was something you didn't want to pass up. "I'd... like that a lot, actually. It's kind of embarrassing, but I've wished I could curl up next to you a lot of times when we've sat under the tree." You added, looking at anything but the object of your flusterment.

He reciprocated your feelings... If you weren't so tired, and standing in front of him, you might be squealing half in euphoria and half in disbelief when the realization hit.

He started fumbling with the ties of his cape, then worked his corset and the belt bearing his false vision off, while you returned under the cozy sheets you'd been taken away from earlier. It was almost strange to see him without his full outfit on, and without the beret atop his head. He was so damn ethereal... it was unfair. How could someone be so beautiful?

You felt the bed dip slightly when he slipped in beside you wordlessly, lifting the sheets to cover himself, and then...

"Lift your head." He whispered, his voice now just inches behind you - sending shivers down your spine. You did so, and his arm slid under your head as a pillow. His other arm came to wrap around you over your side and he pulled you to his chest, warmth surrounding you like a cocoon of safety. The scent of flowers and what you could only describe as the wind itself flooded your senses.

Secure. Secure and loved were the only ways you could think to describe how it felt with his body covering yours from behind, arms around you, legs tangled. You could feel his chin come to rest by the back of your head, and from his sheer closeness you could feel him sigh in content behind you. Was this what bliss was? To be loved and embraced by the god of Anemo, the wind himself... you were so thankful to have met him.

"Mmh?" you mumbled half asleep, when he pulled the blanket down off you both. Cool air hit your skin, and you whined like a cat being separated from a bowl of tuna.

"Shhh". He breathed into your ear.

A moment later, the sound of ruffling and a slight burst of wind caught your attention, and the cold absence of the sheets was soon replaced with something fluffy and warm carefully surrounding you. Feathers...

He'd mentioned something about having wings in his Archon form before, hadn't he? The fact that he trusted you enough to not only reveal a part of that form to you, but to wrap them around you so lovingly - even half asleep, you blushed at the thought.

They were large enough to envelop most of your form, and so fluffy... The moonlight glinted off the golden part of his wing, and the feathers themselves ruffled with the breeze, white as snow. You reached out to run your hands along them, and he hummed with contentment behind you, burying his nose into your hair and squeezing you further to him.

Paired with his slow breathing against your back, the sounds of night outside the window, and the warmth surrounding you, you finally drifted off.

The last thing you heard was a whispered "Goodnight, my Windblume".