#the shivers I got at the sight of this hahaha

[yayakoishii]

Type | Sanji x Reader

Fandom: One Piece

Pairing: Vinsmoke Sanji x Reader

Word Count: 1.7k

Genre: Angst with Happy Ending

Warning(s): Alcohol consumption, drunken confessions

Inspired by: Your Type by Carly Rae Jepsen

Summary: You know you're not Sanji's type. Yet you also can't bring yourself to get over him. Consoling yourself with alcohol doesn't go as planned...

A/n: I'm done with Sanji fics, I say. Then I proceed to write a Sanji fic because I'm so in love with this boy it's ridiculous. Apparently all it takes is one reminder of why I love him and I'm a puddle for him again. Probably why a lot of my fics have so many compliments for him. I always want him to know how amazing he is hahaha~

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The big bonfire had plunged everyone in a golden and orange hue, the warmth in the atmosphere lingering from the aftermath of another island successfully saved (and destroyed) by the Straw Hat crew. In one corner, Sanji was flirting with some girls, who were looking at him shyly and hanging on with great interest.

Somehow, it didn't feel as good as always. The blonde chef found his mind instead conjuring up your sweet smile and a giggle. Flirting with you was different. Somehow, it was the only time he felt giddy now-a-days. It was weird, but Sanji wasn't an idiot to not understand what it meant.

He knew he was falling for you and yet, he was also aware that his heart had chosen an impossible target. You were the most kind, generous and sweet person he had ever come across– and there was no way you would ever look at him as a potential partner. Sanji knew that, his brain knew that, but his heart was adamant. It has chosen and it refused to let go.

Giving up to its whims again, the chef excused himself from the ladies, who looked disappointed and tried to make him stay but he gently refused by giving some excuse and a compliment. Feeling eyes on him, Sanji looked around to find you shooting him a glare. It startled him, especially when he noticed the glass of alcohol in your hand.

You hated the bitter taste of alcohol. You never drank it and always refused it so what could have made you drink today? Sanji couldn't understand but he found his feet making way towards you the moment you swayed where you sat. His hands found purchase upon your shoulders when he was close enough and he steadied you such that you were leaning against his stomach.

You inhaled deeply, almost like you were taking in Sanji's scent, and it made a shiver run down his back.

"Sanji…" Your voice was a mere whisper in the din of the party but somehow, it reached Sanji's ears. "Take me home."

Home meant your room in the Thousand Sunny, a place Sanji had never stepped foot in. He had, at times, escorted you to the door but never went in and you had never offered either– it seemed like he would intrude on your personal space if he ever asked.

"Of course," he said quietly, carefully helping you to stand up. You never drank, but now that you had, Sanji wasn't sure if you had drunk too much or if you were a lightweight because you nearly collapsed again, giggles bubbling up your lips.

"My legs feel like jelly," you slurred towards the end, putting all your weight on Sanji, who easily held you up as you tried to straighten up. "Jelly… Milk pudding… ah, your milk pudding the other night was so good, Sanji."

"I'm glad to hear that, sweetheart," he patiently let you struggle for a while before you gave up and looked at him with tears in your eyes. Your mood swings were extreme when you got drunk, apparently. "How about I carry you back, my love?"

"Would you?" You peered up at him through your wet eyelashes and Sanji wanted to kiss your tears away. Even while crying, you were somehow the most beautiful sight with your adorable red nose, the flush of alcohol making your ears and neck and cheeks warm, droplets sticking to your eyelashes.

Without a word, he picked you up like you weighed nothing in a princess carry, and you squeaked at the sudden dizziness. Your arms automatically came to circle around his neck and Sanji hoped that you wouldn't be able to hear his heart hammering at such a close distance. You were pressed against him, and he could feel you– it was too much for his heart and he really didn't want to let you know how much of a big fat crush he had on you, lest it embarrassed him in front of you.

To you, he always wanted to appear like a cool, suave and charming guy. And yet, when you were around, he always ended up fumbling or stuttering or messing things up. The effect you had on him drove him crazy.

"You're so cool," you murmured, your lips tickling his collarbone from where they were pressed. "Your hands are always cold, did you know that, Sanji?"

"Yes," the chef smiled to himself, watching you draw hearts with your finger on his shirt. You were pouting again. "Is everything alright, love?"

"Mm?" You looked up at him, eyes wide and glossy.

"You never drink," Sanji gestured his head back towards the party, which was now quite a distance away that the noise had dwindled down. In the silence of the night, the moment felt all too personal and intimate. "Did something happen?"

"I got tired," you whispered, pausing from drawing hearts. You looked away, warm tears running down your cheeks. "It's been a bit hard these days. Love is hard, Sanji."

Sanji's heart skipped a beat at the last sentence. You were in love?

"I know I shouldn't," you continued on, no longer looking at him but at the starry sky above you, "that my feelings will just ruin everything. I know I'm not his type, and I know he will never look at me the way I want him to. I know he will only ever see me as a friend at most but God, if I just didn't love him as much I do. I want to do so many things with him, for him, to him– I want to be by his side and love him."

"He is a very lucky man," Sanji's mouth felt dry as he spoke. The food he had eaten suddenly seemed to want to come out the way it had come in and Sanji was sure that the only reason he hadn't puked yet was because you were in his arms. You, who were in love with some other man. Probably someone from the crew. (Was it Zoro? Sanji never actually hated the guy, despite his claims, but he felt like he really might resent him a little if the mosshead was the one receiving your affections.)

"Is he?" Your voice wavered. "He won't ever look at me that way. It kills me when I see him with other girls because I know he will never see me beyond a comrade because that's just how it is. I'm not, I'm not the type of girl he would fall for."

"He must be blind then," Sanji said loudly. You had reached the Sunny and got onto the deck, but he simultaneously wanted this conversation to end and not end. Who was it you liked? Zoro didn't flirt. Was it Ussop? He sometimes fooled around. "To not notice you, to not, to not realise your value." To not realise that he was a lucky bastard who got your love when Sanji would do anything for it. Anything. "W- Who…"

Sanji swallowed the lump in his throat before trying again.

"Who is he?"

You didn't answer for a few seconds. He tried to gauge out your reaction and found that you looked angry. Your mood swings were really extreme.

"I hate you," you hit Sanji's chest without any real power in it. The words were like a slap to Sanji, who looked at you heart-broken. You were angry, but you were still crying. "I wish I could mean that. I wish I could look at you and not constantly feel so in love with you. I wish you were mean or horrible or a jerk so I could get over you but you're, you're kind. You're sweet. You treat me like I'm the most precious and important person to grace the earth. You comfort me and you hold me and you flirt but never force anything on me. You're a gentleman, you're caring and I see you. I see who you are and I fall in love. I'm sorry, Sanji, I love you. I'm sorry. I'm sorry for ruining everything, for taking advantage of your kindness, but I can't make it stop. I can't–"

You sucked in a deep breath, scratching at Sanji to let him let you down. The chef did so, too shocked to say or do anything else.

"I can't look at you and not love you, Sanji," you whispered, eyes reflecting a broken and sad look. "I'm sorry I love you."

For a few seconds he didn't know what to say, brain trying to catch up with everything you had said. Him. You loved him. Not someone else, him.

You seemed to take his silence as your answer and turned around to leave but Sanji panicked and tugged at your hand, making you bump into his chest. His hands came around you in a circle, holding you with a desperation he didn't know he had in him.

"Don't be," he said breathlessly, feeling winded from the rush of his own feelings and thoughts. "Don't be sorry for making my dream come true, not when all I have wanted is for you to love me back. And don't be sorry for entrusting your heart to me. I swear, sweetheart, if you would let me, I'll take so good care of it. I'll never let you regret it. So please, give me your heart. Because I already gave you mine without either of us knowing."

You chuckled, the daze of having your love returned making everything feel unreal. You turned around and got on your tiptoes to press a soft kiss against his lips.

"Silly boy, it was always yours to begin with."

Sanji's heart was still hammering as he looked at you giving him a sweet smile and pulling him into a hug. You stayed like that for a few minutes, just the two of you under the stars on an empty ship, swaying lightly to inaudible music. A few moments passed before Sanji realised that your breath was evened out– you had fallen asleep in his arms.

That made him laugh, looking at your peaceful and smiling face burrowed in his chest, right next to his heart. Remembering what you had said before, Sanji carefully tucked a lock of hair behind your ear, and pressed a gentle kiss on your forehead.

"Then silly girl, you should know you were always my exact type, to begin with."

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[thewulf]

Sunflowers and Second Chances || Darrel "Darry" Curtis

Summary: Request - Can you do a Darry x Winston sister reader? Maybe she's Dallas's twin or like a year younger and he's just super protective over her. I was thinking maybe the two of them show up for a bonfire at the park with some greasers and reader forgets her jacket. She's shivering by the fire and Darry (ever the gentleman) gives her his jacket.... Read Rest Here

A/N: Def went overboard but mannnn do i LOVE writing for The Outsiders. This will NEVERR be a dead fandom for as long as I am alive hahaha. please keep sending these my way! I'd love to try a Sodapop or even Ponyboy :) Enjoy!

Pairing: Darrel "Darry" Curtis x Female Reader

Word Count: 5.5k +

TW: General The Outsiders

It wasn’t that cold when you and Dallas left your shared apartment for the evening. After nagging and bothering you for what felt like hours Dallas had finally won, he was getting you to go to the annual start of summer bonfire. A tried-and-true greaser tradition. It wasn’t really your scene, most of the time. But at the mention that Darrel Curtis was going to be there you’d changed your tune rather quickly. Dallas knew of your little crush on the eldest Curtis brother. Because of course he did. He wasn’t dumb. Quite the opposite really. He caught your longing glances for Darry pretty early on. Your cute crush only got slightly concerning for Dally when he started noticing Darry throwing the same looks your way.

Dallas might’ve used Darry as the excuse to get you out of the house. See, Dallas had never taken school seriously, but you always have. He was worried you were spending far too much of your limited time studying or doing homework instead of being an actual teenager.

As you and Dallas strolled through the dimly lit streets toward the outskirts of town where the bonfire was blazing, you couldn't shake the feeling of nervous excitement that ripped through your body. Dallas, your favorite charismatic troublemaker, seemed to sense your nerves and threw an arm around your shoulder, giving you a rough but reassuring squeeze.

"So, kid sister, what's got you all wound up tonight, huh?" Dallas smirked. His eyes gleaming mischievously in the faint glow of the streetlights.

You shrugged, trying to play it cool. "Nothing, just looking forward to hanging out with the guys, I guess. Haven’t seen them in a while is all."

Dallas shot you a knowing look, his eyebrows raised in amusement. "Uh-huh, the guys sure thing. Are you sure it’s not one guy? Don't think I haven't noticed those puppy-dog eyes you've been throwing at Darry lately." He had a habit of calling you out on your bullshit, even if it made you uncomfortable.

Your cheeks flushed at that comment. You stuttered in protest, but Dallas just laughed, his voice rumbling with amusement. "Relax, kid, ain't no crime in having a crush. But who knows, maybe tonight's the night you finally make a move." He winked knowing that was a load of crap. You’d never make a move on Darry, wouldn’t even dream of it. In his eyes you were Dallas’ baby sister. He could never see you like that.

You rolled your eyes, though you couldn't deny the flutter of excitement that bubbled in your chest at the mere thought of it. Darrel Curtis was everything you found attractive in a man - strong, dependable, and with a heart of gold hidden beneath his tough exterior. The idea that he might feel even a fraction of what you felt for him sent your pulse racing. But you knew better, knew better than to get your hopes up.

The two of you approached the bonfire, the familiar sight of your friends greeted you. The air was thick with the smell of smoke and the sound of laughter, with the occasional burst of music from someone's battered radio. It felt like home. You and Dallas had finally found it after years of moving and running.

Dallas led you through the throngs of people, his boisterous laughter mingling with the chatter of the others. Until you finally caught sight of Darry standing by himself next to the fire. His gaze was fixed on you with an intensity that made your heart skip a few beats. You swallowed hard, suddenly feeling acutely aware of every movement, every breath. Dallas nudged you playfully with his elbow, a knowing smirk playing on his lips as he gave you a not-so-subtle wink before sauntering off to join the other greasers.

Taking a deep breath to steady your nerves, you squared your shoulders and made your way over to where Darry stood, his eyes never leaving yours. And as you drew closer, the crackle of the fire seemed to fade away, leaving only the pounding of your heart echoing in your ears, “Hi.” You smiled up at him once you got within ear shot.

He smiled right back at you. His annoyed face melted away once you got close. “Didn’t think we’d see you tonight. What a treat.” He smirked loving the little game the two of you shared when it was just the two of you. He wasn’t sure when it happened, but he had developed a not so innocent crush on you. Dallas Winston’s little sister. Probably the worst girl to have a crush on. But how could he not? You stepped up and helped him in ways he could’ve never imagined after his parents passed. You pulled Pony and Soda along right with you instead of letting them drown in grief. You were an angel. His angel.

Despite the lively atmosphere, you couldn’t shake off the chill that seeped into your bones. You cursed yourself for forgetting your jacket, but with the comforting heat of the fire so close, you hadn't noticed the cold until now. Darry glanced down at you once you were standing next to him, sensing your discomfort. "Are ya’ cold, Y/N?"

You nodded, teeth chattering slightly. "Yeah, just a bit."

Without a word, Darry shrugged off the leather jacket he had on. "Here," he said, draping it over your shoulders. "You shouldn't be freezing out here." While it fit him it was about three sizes too large for you. Not that you minded.

You blinked in surprise as Darry's jacket enveloped you, radiating warmth and carrying his distinct scent. Grateful, you offered him a small smile. "Thanks, Darry."

He nodded, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "Anytime, Y/N. Don't want you catching a cold."

As the night wore on, you huddled closer to the fire, Darry's jacket shielding you from the biting cold. Despite the flames eventually dying down and the group dispersing, the memory of Darry's protective gesture lingered, a comforting presence in the darkness of the night.

In the dim light, you caught Darry's eye and offered him a silent expression of gratitude. He returned it with a nod, silently promising to always look out for you. Feeling a warmth not just from the jacket but also from his concern, you find yourself drawn to him. "Thanks again, Darry. Dallas rushed me out of the apartment. You know I’m not usually so forgetful." you say softly, your voice carrying a hint of flirtation you can't quite suppress.

Darry's lips quirk up in a half-smile, his eyes holding a glint of amusement. "No problem, Y/N," he replies, his voice low and gravelly. "I’m sure it’s not easy being Dally’s sister."

You chuckle at his teasing tone, enjoying the banter that flowed so effortless between the two of you. "You could say that again. Guess I owe you one though," you say playfully, nudging him with your elbow.

Darry's smile widens, and he leans in a little closer, the warmth of his presence sending a shiver down your spine for an entirely different reason. "Oh, I'll be sure to collect on that debt," he murmurs, his gaze intense yet tender.

Your heart nearly stops at his words, and you find yourself blushing despite the chill in the air. Maybe forgetting your jacket wasn't such a bad thing after all.

Just as you're about to respond to Darry's playful banter, a familiar voice interrupted you from behind. "Well, well, what do we have here? Little sis all blushy-cheeked and heart eyes on our very own Darrel Curtis?" Dallas's voice carries a teasing edge, his smirk evident even in the dim light. He knew how much you not so secretly liked the oldest Curtis brother. You may not have said anything to him, but it was evident in the way you looked at him. Dallas knew eyes couldn’t hide much. That’s how he also knew the oldest Curtis brother felt the same about you. So, he did what any older brother would do, tease the shit out of the both of you.

You turn to see Dallas walking over, his usual cocky demeanor in full force. But something about the way he looks at you, a mixture of amusement and something else you can't quite place, makes you more nervous than ever. Darry stiffens slightly beside you, his protective instincts kicking into overdrive. His jaw clenches, and you notice a subtle tension in his shoulders.

"Easy there, Darry," Dallas continues, his grin widening. "I'm just messing with my kid sister. No need to get all uptight Curtis." He had a full-on grin now not realizing the damage he was causing between the blooming relationship that had yet to begin.

You shoot Dallas a playful glare, hoping to diffuse the situation. "Ignore him, Darry. He's just being annoying, as usual." You turned back to the man standing beside you, closer than you remember from just moments ago.

But Darry's gaze remains fixed on Dallas, a silent warning in his eyes. "Nothing’s happened Dallas.” The joyful tone in his voice from moments ago had vanished sending you into a minor panic as the two most important men in your life stood there staring at each other.

Dallas raises his hands in mock surrender, his smirk faltering ever so slightly. "Alright, alright, no need to get all serious," he says, taking a step back. "I'll leave you two alone. Doing whatever you were doing.”

As Dallas walks away, you feel a pang of disappointment wash over you knowing that something was suddenly amiss. You glance at Darry, hoping to see his usual warmth and playfulness, but instead, you find him distant, his gaze fixed on the ground. He was thinking and thinking hard at that.

"Hey, everything okay?" you ask, reaching out to touch his arm.

When he pulled away from you sharply you tried to hide the disappointment evident in your gaze on him. Darry looks up, his expression guarded. "I’m sorry. I just... I can't do this. Not with Dallas being your brother," he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper.

Your heart sank as Darry's words hit you like a punch to the gut. You had hoped that maybe, just maybe, there was a chance for something more between the two of you. But now, faced with his rejection, you felt a wave of embarrassment and hurt wash over you. You tried to hide the sting of tears threatening to spill from your eyes, forcing a weak smile as you withdrew his jacket from your shoulders. "I understand," you replied softly, trying to keep your voice steady despite the ache in your chest. "It's okay, Darry. I-I didn't mean to make things awkward." You handed him the too big leather jacket back. You didn’t miss the disappointed look in his eyes as he took it back from you.

But before Darry could respond, you turned on your heel and began to walk away, the weight of his rejection heavy on your shoulders. You could feel the eyes of the other greasers on you as you made your way through the crowd, their whispers echoing in your ears like a cruel reminder of your own vulnerability.  You were halfway down the street when you felt a hand on your shoulder, stopping you in your tracks. Startled, you turned to find Dallas standing there, his expression unusually serious. "Y/N, wait," he said, his voice soft yet urgent. "What happened back there?"

You tried to brush off his concern, plastering on a fake smile. "It's nothing, Dallas. Just a misunderstanding, that's all."

But Dallas wasn't buying it, his gaze piercing through your facade. "Bullshit," he said bluntly. "I saw the way Darry was looking at you. And I saw the way you looked at him." He grabbed your arm, stopping you in your tracks.

You felt the tears welling up in your eyes once again, unable to hold them back any longer. The floodgates opened, and all the pent-up emotions came pouring out, overwhelming you with their intensity. Dallas's grip on your arm softened, his expression shifting from skepticism to concern as he watched the tears stream down your cheeks.

"Y/N, what's wrong?" he asked gently, his voice laced with worry. “What happened?"

You took a shaky breath, trying to compose yourself enough to speak. "It's Darry," you confessed, your voice trembling with emotion. "He doesn’t want me because... because he's worried about what you'll think or something."

Dallas's eyebrows furrowed in confusion, his grip on your arm tightening ever so slightly. "What do you mean?" he asked, his voice tinged with disbelief.

You swallowed hard, mustering the courage to explain. "I don’t know. It was fine then it wasn’t," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. "You were teasing us, and he... he thinks you don't approve. I don’t know Dallas he didn’t give me a reason. Just said he couldn’t do it."

Dallas's eyes widened in realization, a mixture of guilt and frustration flashing across his features. "Shit," he muttered under his breath, running a hand through his hair in agitation. "I didn't mean for any of this to happen. I was just messing around, you know?"

You nodded, feeling a pang of sympathy for Dallas's distress. "I know, Dallas," you said softly, reaching out to touch his arm. "But sometimes things don't turn out the way we expect them to."

Dallas's shoulders sagged as he let out a heavy sigh, his usual cocky demeanor replaced by an air of vulnerability. "I'm sorry, Y/N," he said sincerely, his voice thick with remorse. "I never meant to hurt you or Darry. You know that, right?"

You nodded, feeling a lump form in your throat as you fought to hold back the tears threatening to keep spilling from your eyes. "I know, Dal," you whispered, your voice choked with emotion.

Without hesitation, Dallas pulled you into a comforting brotherly hug, wrapping his arms around you and holding you close. You felt a sense of warmth and security wash over you, knowing that no matter what happened, you had Dallas by your side, always ready to support you through thick and thin.As you leaned into his embrace, Dallas's protective instincts kicked in, his mind buzzing with thoughts of how to fix the situation. But before he could voice his intentions, you pulled away slightly, a pleading look in your eyes.

"Dallas, please," you said softly, your voice tinged with embarrassment. "Don't do anything rash. I don't want things to get any more complicated than they already are."

Dallas's expression softened as he registered your plea, his gaze filled with concern. "I just can't stand the thought of Darry hurting you like this," he admitted, his voice laced with frustration. "He's being so damn thick-headed, and it makes me want to sock him one right in the jaw."

You shook your head, a firmness in your voice. "No, Dallas, no fighting with your brothers," you insisted, your tone leaving no room for argument. "We'll figure this out without anyone throwing punches. Let's just leave it be for now, okay? I don't want anything to happen when everyone is emotional."

Dallas hesitated, his jaw tense with the effort of restraining himself. But as he looked into your eyes, seeing the conviction in them, he relented. "Alright, Y/N," he conceded, his voice quieter now, but still edged with frustration. "We'll do it your way. But I swear, if he keeps hurting you, I won't be able to hold back."

You gave him a grateful smile, appreciating his loyalty but relieved that he agreed to your terms. "Thank you, Dallas," you said, reaching out to squeeze his hand. "For respecting my wishes."

Dallas nodded, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Always, kid," he replied, his voice softening with affection. "Now, let's go inside and take a breather. We'll figure out our next move when we're all thinking straight."

As you followed Dallas into the apartment, a sense of relief washed over you, grateful for his support and understanding. Exhaustion weighed heavily on your shoulders, and you couldn't fight the urge to collapse onto the couch, the events of the evening catching up with you all at once.

Dallas lingered nearby for a moment, watching over you with a protective gaze. He hesitated, torn between staying by your side and his burning desire to confront Darry. Eventually, with a heavy sigh, he made his decision.

Quietly, Dallas slipped out of the apartment once you were fast asleep on the couch, leaving you to rest, and made his way towards the Curtis house. Determination fueled his steps as he navigated the dimly lit streets, his mind focused on one goal: to talk some sense into Darry.

When he finally reached the Curtis house, he didn't bother with niceties. Instead, he pounded on the door with a forceful urgency, his knuckles rapping against the wood in a demanding rhythm. Soda was the one to answer the door, his expression shifting from surprise to concern as he took in Dallas's agitated demeanor. "Dallas? What's going on, man?"

But Dallas didn't waste any time with explanations. Without a word, he brushed past Soda, his eyes scanning the living room in search of Darry. He didn't care about being polite or waiting for an invitation. All he cared about was finding the one who made his sister cry. Soda called after him, his voice tinged with confusion and concern, but Dallas paid him no mind. His focus was singular, his determination unwavering as he sought out Darry, ready to have a long-overdue conversation that would hopefully set things right.

Dallas's footsteps echoed loudly as he made his way towards the backyard, his heart pounding with a mixture of anger and concern. He found Darry leaning against the wall, a cigarette dangling from his lips, while Ponyboy sat nearby, a troubled expression on his face. Without preamble, Dallas stormed over to Darry, his eyes blazing with intensity. "What the hell is wrong with you, Darry?" he demanded, his voice thick with emotion. "You made my sister cry, and for what? Because you're too damn stubborn to see what's right in front of you?"

Darry looked up, startled by Dallas's sudden outburst. "Dallas, what are you talking about?" he asked, confusion evident in his tone.

Ponyboy, sensing the tension in the air, glanced nervously between his older brother and what felt like his second one. "Guys, what's going on?" he asked tentatively, his brow furrowing with concern.

"What's going on is that Darry's being a complete idiot," Dallas snapped, his frustration boiling over. "He's too blind to see that Y/N cares about him, and he's pushing her away because of it."

Darry's expression softened, his defenses crumbling under Dallas's relentless barrage. "Dallas, it's not that simple," he protested weakly, but Dallas wasn't having any of it.

"Not that simple?" Dallas echoed incredulously, his voice rising with every word. "You think you're doing her a favor by pushing her away? You're just hurting her, Darry. And you're too damn stubborn to see it."

Ponyboy watched the exchange in silence, his eyes darting between the two brothers with a mixture of concern and apprehension. He knew better than to intervene when Dallas was in one of his moods. Finally, Darry let out a heavy sigh, his shoulders slumping in defeat. "I didn't mean to hurt her, Dallas," he admitted quietly, his voice tinged with regret. "I just... I don't know how to do this. I'm not good at this stuff."

Soda, who had been observing from the doorway, stepped forward with a smirk playing on his lips. "You got that right, Darry," he interjected, his tone teasing. "You're allergic to pretty girls."

Ponyboy couldn't help but chuckle at Soda's remark, a small smile breaking through the tension that hung in the air. Darry sighed, shaking his head at Soda's comment, but there was a hint of amusement in his eyes. "Thanks for the reminder, Soda," he said wryly, his voice tinged with self-deprecation. "But I guess I'll just have to figure it out."

Dallas leaned back against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest, a smirk playing on his lips as he listened to Ponyboy's words. "Yeah, she's got a heart of literal gold, man," he chimed in, nodding in agreement. "I've seen it. She's too kind for this world sometimes."

Ponyboy nodded fervently, his eyes reflecting admiration. "Absolutely. Remember that time when she stood up for Johnny when those guys were picking on him? She didn't even hesitate. Just marched right over there and gave them a piece of her mind."

Soda grinned, his eyes sparkling with fondness. "And she's always nice to everyone, even those stuck-up Socs who don't deserve it," he added, his voice full of admiration.

Darry sighed, running a hand through his hair. He couldn't help but smile at his brothers' words, despite himself. "Yeah, she's something else, that's for sure," he mused, a hint of pride creeping into his tone. "But sometimes, I worry she's too good for her own good."

The room fell into a thoughtful silence for a moment before Soda broke it with a chuckle. "Well, Darry, you might just have to deal with it," he teased, nudging his brother playfully. "After all, love's got its own way of figuring things out."

Darry rolled his eyes but couldn't suppress the small smile that tugged at his lips. "Yeah, you're right Soda," he conceded, his gaze drifting off into the distance as he thought about you. "I just hope I can keep up."

The brothers shared a knowing look, a silent understanding passing between them as they contemplated the impact you had made on their lives. Dallas leaned forward, his expression turning serious. "You know, Darry, you gotta give yourself some credit too," he said, his voice carrying a rare sincerity. "She sees something in you, man. She wouldn't stick around if she didn't believe in you."

Darry shifted uncomfortably, his gaze dropping to the floor. "I know, Dallas, but... I've messed up so many times," he admitted, his voice tinged with regret. "I've let her down more times than I can count."

Ponyboy reached out, placing a reassuring hand on Darry's shoulder. "Hey, we all make mistakes," he said softly, his eyes filled with empathy. "But what matters is how you learn from them."

Soda nodded in agreement, his expression serious. "You gotta show her, Darry," he chimed in, his voice firm. "You gotta show her that you're willing to do whatever it takes to make things right."

Darry sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair. "I know, I know," he muttered, his voice heavy with guilt. "I just... I don't know if I'm capable of being the person she deserves."

Dallas shook his head, his eyes locking with Darry's. "You are, man," he insisted, his tone unwavering. "But you gotta start believing it yourself. You gotta start believing that you're worthy of her love."

The room fell into a contemplative silence as Darry let Dallas' words sink in. And as he sat there, surrounded by his brothers, he couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope stirring deep within him. Maybe, just maybe, he could find a way to make things right with you. Maybe there was still a chance for them after all.

Dallas let out a gruff laugh, a hint of his usual tough demeanor creeping back into his expression. "Alright, enough of this mushy crap," he declared, straightening up and running a hand through his hair. "I swear to God, if this gets back to her or you say some soft shit, I'll kick all your asses."

Ponyboy chuckled nervously, shooting a glance at Soda and Darry. "Got it, Dallas," he replied, trying to suppress a grin.

Soda raised his hands in mock surrender. "Hey, no worries, man," he said with a smirk. "Our lips are sealed."

Darry nodded in agreement, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Thanks, Dallas," he said sincerely, his eyes reflecting gratitude.

Dallas gave them all a nod before pushing himself off the wall. "Alright, I’m out out of here before I start feeling like I need to hug it out or something," he quipped, striding towards the door with his usual gate. He hoped you had stayed sleeping on the couch as he made his way back to your shared apartment.

The next day, Darry found himself restless, pacing back and forth in his room as he wrestled with his overwhelming sense of guilt. Every step he took felt heavy, burdened by the weight of regret that had settled like a stone in his chest. He knew he had hurt you deeply, and the thought churned his stomach with unease. Despite his usual stoic demeanor, Darry couldn't shake off the nervous fluttering in his chest as he clutched the bouquet of flowers tightly in his hand.

Darry found himself seized by a sudden determination to make things right with you. He knew that a simple apology wouldn't be enough – he needed to show her just how much she meant to him. And that's when he remembered the little details about her that he cherished.

With a sense of purpose driving him forward, Darry made his way to a nearby flower shop. The bustling streets seemed to blur around him as he searched for the perfect bouquet, his mind focused solely on one thing: your beautiful smile that brightened his day. He rifled through the colorful array of blooms, his heart racing with anticipation as he sought out the flowers that would convey his heartfelt apology and adoration.

And then, amidst the vibrant sea of petals, he found them – sunflowers. They stood tall and proud, their golden faces turned towards the sun, just like Y/N's radiant spirit. Darry's heart swelled with certainty as he reached out to carefully select the most beautiful blooms, knowing that they would bring a ray of sunshine to your day.

But as he stood at the checkout counter, a sudden doubt crept into his mind. How did he know that sunflowers were her favorite? Had she ever mentioned it to him before, in passing? Or was it just a gut feeling, a subconscious knowledge born from the countless hours they had spent together? For a moment, Darry hesitated, his brow furrowing in uncertainty. But then he remembered the way your eyes had lit up the last time you had passed a house that was growing them, how you had exclaimed with delight at the sight. And in that moment, he knew – sunflowers were your favorite, and he was determined to make sure you knew just how much you meant to him.

As he made his way to your apartment, each footfall echoed with the rhythm of his racing heart. The short journey felt like an eternity, his mind filled with worry and doubt. What if you were still upset with him? What if you didn't want to see him? The uncertainty gnawed at him, threatening to consume him with fear. He couldn't bear the thought of facing your disappointment, knowing that he was the cause of your pain.

With trembling hands, Darry finally reached your doorstep. He took a moment to steady his nerves, drawing in a deep breath to calm the storm of emotions raging inside him. But no amount of preparation could ease the knot of anxiety tightening in his chest as he raised his hand to knock on the door. Each rap of his knuckles felt like a thunderclap, reverberating through the silence of the neighborhood, and echoing the tumultuous turmoil in his own heart.

For a fleeting moment, Darry hesitated, his hand hovering uncertainly in the air. He couldn't help but worry that you would be furious with him, that you would turn him away without a second thought. The thought made his pulse quicken with apprehension, his palms growing slick with sweat as he grappled with his fear of rejection. But deep down, he knew he couldn't let his fear hold him back. He had to face you, to confront the consequences of his actions and make amends for the pain he had caused. With a silent prayer on his lips, Darry squared his shoulders and knocked once more, steeling himself for whatever lay ahead.

As the door swung open, revealing your surprised expression, Darry felt his heart almost stop. He could see the shock flicker across your features as you took in the sight of him standing there, a bouquet of sunflowers clutched tightly in his hand. But then, to his relief, your expression softened, your eyes lighting up with warmth and affection.

"Darry?" Your voice was soft, filled with a mixture of surprise and curiosity. "What are you doing here?"

Darry swallowed hard. His throat suddenly dry. He extended the bouquet towards her, his hand trembling ever so slightly. "For you," he managed to choke out, his voice barely above a whisper.

A smile spread across your face, brightening his mood with its warmth. "These are my favorite! How did you know?" you exclaimed, your eyes sparkling with delight as you reached out to accept the flowers. You pushed the door open letting him in as your searched for a vase for your sunflowers.

Darry felt a weightlifting off his shoulders at your reaction, a sense of relief flooding through him. Maybe he hadn't completely messed things up after all. "Just a lucky guess," he replied with a shy grin, though deep down, he knew it was more than just luck. He had been paying attention, learning the little things that made you happy, and he was determined to make it up to her.

Darry watched as your smile grew wider, and he couldn't help but feel a rush of happiness seeing you so pleased with the flowers. "I'm glad you like them," he said, his voice soft with sincerity.

You wrapped your arms around him in a spontaneous hug, and Darry felt his heart swell with warmth at the gesture. "Thank you, Darry," you whispered, your voice filled with genuine gratitude.

The embrace felt like a balm to Darry's soul, soothing the lingering doubts and fears that had plagued him since last night. But as he held you close, he knew there was still something he needed to address, something he couldn't ignore any longer.

"I need to apologize, Y/N," Darry began, his voice tinged with regret. "I was a jerk last night at the bonfire. I shouldn't have dismissed you like that."

You pulled back slightly, looking up at him with a furrowed brow. "Darry, it's okay," you reassured him, though there was a hint of hurt in your eyes.

But Darry shook his head, his gaze earnest. "No, it's not okay," he insisted, his voice firm. "You deserved better than that, and I'm sorry for treating you like you didn't matter."

Your expression softened as you listened to Darry's heartfelt apology, and a sense of understanding washed over you. "I forgive you, Darry," you replied, reaching out to gently caress his cheek. "I know you didn't mean to hurt me."

Darry felt a wave of relief wash over him at your forgiveness, but he couldn't shake the feeling that he needed to make it up to you somehow, to show you just how much you meant to him. As he looked into your eyes, he could see the depth of your care and affection reflected back at him, and it filled him with a sense of gratitude. He realized in that moment just how lucky he was to have you in his life.

A mischievous glint sparked in Darry's eyes as he felt a surge of confidence coursing through him. "You know, since we're both feeling so forgiving and all," he began, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of his lips, "how about I make it up to you by taking you on a proper date?"

Your eyes widened in surprise at his suggestion, a smile spreading across your face. "A date?" you echoed, a hint of excitement in your voice.

Darry nodded, his grin widening. "Yeah, a date," he confirmed, his tone filled with determination. "How about we go to that fancy restaurant downtown? The one with the candlelit tables and that amazing carbonara dish you love. I know it's your favorite."

A delighted laugh bubbled up from your lips at his suggestion, and Darry felt a surge of pride knowing that he had guessed right. "You remembered," you said, your voice filled with warmth.

Darry shrugged nonchalantly, though his heart swelled with satisfaction at your reaction. "Of course, I remembered," he replied with a wink, his flirtatious side coming out to play. "I pay attention to the important stuff. You're the important stuff."

And as you laughed and agreed to the date, Darry couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement building within him. Maybe this was the start of something new, something wonderful – a chance to show you just how much you meant to him, and to make up for his past mistakes with little moments like these.

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Ellie headcannons- casual dominance vs explicit

Request from anonymous. Hope this is okay!! I got a little confused over what would fall as casual and explicit but I hope that I got this correct in the context you wanted it to be hahaha!! Loves you ��

Casual dominance

Ellie exerts dominance over you in everyday, menial tasks. It’s just her nature. It’s the natural dynamic between the two of you. Ellie is stronger, she protects you and cares for you. She’s very attentive and concerned for your well-being at all times; you like being looked after like this by her. She knows you’re happiest when she’s coddling you, brushing your hair and styling it, making decisions for you and the likes.

She does all the little things for you, she ties your laces and takes your shoes off for you when you get home. She undresses and dresses you, taking your body in each time. She makes sure you’ve eaten, that you’re drinking enough water. She’ll torment you if not, “It’s not hard, is it? Such a trooper you are, a whole glass of water down the hatch.” She’ll smirk, pinching your cheek. She’s strict about you getting enough sleep, literally picking you up and carrying to to bed when she sees fit. You know better than to argue back.

She always has a hand on you. Always always always. At home, she’s got you on her lap or she’s wrapped around your waist. Within Jackson she’s got her arm wrapped around you, or she’s holding your hand firmly, pulling you around with her like a puppy. When you’re with friends or Joel, she’s practically dragging you to sit on her lap. If she’s not touching you she doesn’t feel content, she’ll grow uneasy and anxious. Feeling you solidifies that you’re right there, you’re safe because you’re right beside her.

Ellie never takes her eye off you. She hardly lets you out of her sight. You’re on patrols? She’s your partner. You take one horse, you sitting behind Ellie, arms wrapped around her waist for stability. She guides you, she warns you to listen to her. “Stay as close as possible, right? We just gotta clear the place and then we’re outta here.” You never get a chance to kill a single infected if you come across any, Ellie gets them as soon as they’re anywhere near you. She works at her best when you’re there. You give her something to fight for. Afterwards, she can get a little overbearing. She checks over your body intensely, inspecting every inch of you. “Ells I’m fine, I promise!” You protest, trying to get out of her grip. “Stop whining and let me check, you could’ve been scratched somewhere and not realised.” She takes none of it.

Ellie’s compliments are always following “my.” Her possessive attitude towards you extends into her everyday vocabulary. “My pretty princess.” “My baby.” “My girl.” She doesn’t use these sparingly, complimenting you every chance she gets. She loves praising you, seeing how your big eyes get all bright and sparkly.

Ellie is really protective of you in every day situations. Nobody can treat you with an attitude without Ellie verging on threatening them. Even Joel is not exempt of this, his somewhat sarcastic comments towards your naive nature are always followed up by a glare from Ellie. Only she gets to take the piss out of you.

Explicit dominance

Ellie is almost always the one to decide on your outfit. Even if you’re certain of what you want to wear that day, she manages to make changes. “You’ll be cold if you just wear that shirt, here, wear my jumper.” Is the most common of excuses to get you to wear her clothes. “C’mon, I love it when you wear these shorts” She’ll whisper to you from behind, hands wrapped around your waist. She knows you can’t resist her requests when she’s touching you like this.

Ellie owns your orgasm. It’s just a rule of your relationship. You ask permission to finish and nothing else is acceptable. She loves denying you, hearing your desperate whines develop into sobs as you shake and shiver. She loves letting you, too, hearing you thank her through tears and convulsions. She loves to hold your thighs apart as you finish, not allowing them to clamp shut, so she can see as your pussy throbs.

You’re her girl. There’s no doubt about it. Ellie approves of who and who you shouldn’t be associating with. Not overtly- but she makes it obvious to you. If she sees you spending ‘too’ much time with a singular girl she’ll be sure to make sure that you regret it. She’ll fuck you hard, taking out her jealousy. “Think she’d be able to fuck you like this, hm? C’mon, tell me.” She’d scowl, fingers smacking your abused pussy. You’d play along during but after you’d get all blubbery, desperately trying to assure Ellie that she is the only person you’re interested in. She’d hold you tightly and kiss you all over, reassuring you that she wasn’t really angry with you.

She definitely is into rewards and punishments. If you listen to her well she’ll reward you with oral, sucking on your pussy for hours until you’re overstimulated in a puddle of your own mess. If you cross a line with her; say, continuously speaking back even after she warns you, she’ll spank your ass raw and bruised. “You think you’ve learnt your lesson now?” She’d ask tauntingly, pulling your head up by your plaits. You nod, pouting and shaking and sobbing. “Stupid little thing.”

Ellie seeks for any ounce of control she can grasp over you. She loves giving you silly little tasks to complete, knowing how useful it makes you feel. She’ll get you to plant some seeds outside your home to brighten it up a bit for spring, or she’ll have you go to the market to try find something really random and obscure, knowing that it’s something of a game for the two of you. She loves getting an excuse to reward you, lifting you onto the coffee table and bending you over into a doggy position, pulling your undies down to see the mess in your pants. She’ll give you whatever you want if you win the little market game. She’ll have you pull down your underwear at random times to show her how wet you’ve got from her incessant teasing. Sometimes, she’ll make you take them off completely, playing with you and making you walk around a partially exposed area naked. She knows how quickly you cry from embarrassment, and how much she loves to take advantage of your teary face.

Ellie is sort of into pet play, though she doesn’t know the terms to name it that. All she knows is it turns her on to have you on your knees, crawling to her, all desperate and pouty and messy. She grips your face hard, shoving her fingers down your throat. She’s even made you drink from a bowl on the ground as she made fun of you, “fuck, you’re really such a fucking perv, aren’t you?”

[hisui-dreamer]

a fool's heartstrings

Pairing: Jade Leech x gn!reader

Synopsis: you are just a fool in love, and he can so easily pull on your heartstrings

Tags: fluff, first date, festival, rambling, reader is a simp, self indulgent, slightly thirsty, reader wears a skirt, bot proofread

Word count: 1.1k+

Notes: this was purely self-indulgent and reader is kinda based on my own personality hehe

@v-anrouge and @azulashengrottospiano here is the awaited shoujo first date fic hahaha

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You're acting like a fool in love.

You pace anxiously by the glistening fountain in the heart of the town square, your every movement a reflection of the swirling emotions within you. Your heart, like a fluttering bird trapped in a cage as the time ticked by relentlessly, each passing second heightening your nervousness.

Months of careful planning had led to this moment, the culmination of your hopes and dreams. It had taken courage, a delicate thread woven through your days, to gather the strength to ask Jade out on a date. And what better event for a first date than the annual festival on Sage Island?

The golden rays of the setting sun bathed the square in a warm, amber glow, casting long shadows that danced across the cobblestone pavement. The festival ambience enveloped you, teasing your senses with the tantalizing aromas of sizzling street food and the distant melodies of live performances.

You had meticulously planned your arrival, desperate not to keep Jade waiting and be punctual. The sheer eagerness within you had prompted you to arrive a whole 20 minutes early, despite the chaos it had caused in your preparations. You cast a scrutinizing gaze upon your reflection in one of the shop windows, running your eyes over your ensemble for what felt like the umpteenth time, ensuring that every element rested precisely in its intended place.

Hours upon hours were spent immersed in a whirlwind of stress where you attended to each minuscule aspect, from the intricate arrangement of your hair, artfully coaxed into place, to the careful application of makeup that accentuated your features with a touch of joyful charm. Right now, you can confidently say you look cute and worthy to stand next to Jade!

Lost in your frantic mind, you are suddenly jolted back to reality as you catch sight of those alluring teal locks. There he is, Jade, the magnetic force that holds your heart captive. With each step he takes, there is an effortless grace in his stride, as if he is moving in harmony with a hidden symphony only he could hear. The usual formal attire of his school or dorm uniform is replaced by a casual outfit, and you can't help but feel mesmerized by how handsome he looks, his sharp features illuminated by an ethereal, golden glow.

A soft, tender smile graces Jade's lips as he closes the distance between you, its warmth radiating towards you like a soothing sunbeam. It's a smile that holds a touch of mischief, yet carrying an air of sincerity, leaving you captivated by its charm.

"Prefect, I apologize for making you wait," Jade greets you with utmost politeness, his voice like a melody floating on a gentle breeze. His eyes, sparkling like sunlight on a clear day, meets yours with a glimmer of anticipation.

"N-No problem at all," you stammer, a blush blooming across your cheeks. The rush of nervousness makes your words stumble and falter. "I… uh… just got here a bit early."

Jade's soft chuckle dances in the air. "My, I didn't think you would be so eager," he remarks.

The blush deepes, and you find yourself fidgeting with the fabric of your skirt, feeling a sudden self-consciousness under his gaze. Your words spill out in a rush, as if trying to catch up with the flurry of emotions swirling within you. "Well, um… I just… I wanted to make sure I didn't keep you waiting."

He takes a deliberate step closer, and the air around you seems to crackle with shared energy. His presence sends shivers down your spine, intertwining with a tingling warmth. "How very considerate of you," he says, his voice a captivating blend of appreciation and mischief.

Your gaze can't help but wander over his frame, eagerly committing every detail to memory. Clad in a short-sleeved button-up shirt, he retains a gentlemanly air, but the outfit offers a glimpse of his surprisingly muscular arms, typically hidden beneath his polite and gentle facade. The sight catches you off guard, and you can feel all the heat in your body rising to your cheeks as you shake your head, attempting to dismiss those wayward thoughts and refocus your attention on talking to Jade, not staring blankly at him.

Sensing your flustered state, Jade's smile widens teasingly. "Are you okay, Prefect? You seem a little lost in thought."

You quickly regained your composure, replying shyly, "Oh, uhm, it's nothing, Jade. You… you look really handsome today. I mean, not that you don't always look good, but… uhm… Oh, you know what I mean."

Jade covers his mouth with his hand and laughs, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "I appreciate the compliment, Floyd helped me pick it out," he admits. “You look enchanting my dear, this outfit suits you incredibly well."

You dare yourself to entertain the thought that maybe Jade valued this date with you. Maybe he sees it as more than a mere passing fancy, an opportunity to spend time together and even put in effort in his appearance to the point of eliciting Floyd's help. And…

Oh.

He called you "enchanting".

As the realization settles in, your cheeks flush like the warm hues of the setting sun. The weight of his compliment sinks deep into your being. You can't help but sneak a peek at Jade's expression, hoping to catch any hint of his true feelings. Is he being sincere, or is he just being polite? You sincerely consider splashing water on your face to calm yourself, but ‘no’, you think to yourself, ‘that would just be foolish’.

At your turmoil, Jade simply observes your reaction. "Well, let's enjoy the festival together, shall we?" His smile widens as he reaches out his hand as an offer.

Dumbfounded by the rush of emotions coursing through your veins, you nod in a daze, your thoughts in disarray. With trembling fingers, you cautiously place your hand in his, as if awaiting a hidden trick or revelation. But instead, what you find is that his ungloved hand feels warm and strong, with callouses likely formed during his mountain excursions. And you hope you can join him on one of those those expeditions someday.

As if sensing your nervous energy, Jade's grip tightens ever so gently, offering solace and reassurance. It's a silent affirmation, a subtle gesture to quell your anxieties and snap you away from your reeling mind. The contact of his hand against yours infuses a sense of calm, a grounding force that anchored you amidst the flurry of emotions.

And so, hand in hand, you embark on your date through the lively festival, the world around you both fading into a blur of colours, sounds, and mesmerising aromas. Together, you navigate the crowded pathways with interlaced fingers, your heart racing as you wish for time to move slower, and if not, for there to be more moments you could be by his side in the future.

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[shunin-gumis]

Designs of Happiness - Track A25

L4mps Main Story Translation

Title: So that the regrets don’t pile up

Characters: Nagi, Ryui, Toi, Netaro, Yodaka

Summary: Due to Astaroth’s power, strange phenomena occur one after the other. Amongst the pandemonium, Netaro alone seems to be enjoying the chaos… 

Thank you aca @/463ce6, myun @/myuntachis Niri @/Niri_riri and jes @/arcanecrayonn for helping me with proofing!

You must never go down those stairs.

Young Toi: Ani-sama, let’s play the swapping game again! 

Where is Toi?

Ryui…!? Why are you here— 

It’s too late. Oshisha-sama will descend soon. 

Young Toi: Ani-sama!! Please get me out of here!! I’m scared!! Don’t leave me please!! Waaahhhhh!! 

Location: Hakodate - Daimon Yokocho Izakaya

Ryui: …hh! 

Elderly Lady: Oh my, what’s got you shivering? 

Ryui: Just… 

Ryui: JUST LEAVE US ALONE…! 

Elderly Lady: …! Have you been drinking too much— 

*rumbling*

Elderly Lady: What?

*ground shakes*

Elderly Lady: Wah! An earthquake!? 

Ryui: No, this is– 

Momiji: W-Woah! This is a big one…! 

Yodaka: Oh? There wasn’t even an alert… 

Netaro: Amazing! Is thiiiiis how a living planet pulses~!?

Daniel: Mama, turn off the gas and the fire. Chief, we need to lead these people outside. 

Momiji: O-Okay! 

Drunkard A: Wha~? This ain’t nothin’ to be scared of! 

Drunkard B: Yeah, this one ain’t much~

Drunkard C: In JPN, a scale of 3 or 4 is just a blip on the radar~ 

Netaro: These earthlings are so coooool~!

Toi: Hahaha! You still choose to think this is a mere earthquake? 

Toi: Then, how will you explain this…? 

*sounds of glass breaking*

Daniel: Wha–!? My drink! What a waste!! 

Momiji: (Wait, that glass just broke out of nowhere…!?) 

*more glass breaking*

Elderly Lady: What on earth is going on!? This is madness! 

Drunkard B: We need to get out, now! Mama, bill please! 

Proprietress: Do you really think now’s the time!? We need to evacuate, quickly! 

Toi: AHAHAHAHAHA! Tremble in awe, howl in fear, cry out in terror, and kneel before me! 

Netaro: Ahaha! Amazing, how fascinating! So this is a real angel! 

Toi: Ahah… You do not fear me?

Netaro: Show me moar and moar~

Toi: Your brazenness disgusts me. You need to be taught a lesson. 

*swoosh*

Momiji: (That knife flew right by Netaro’s face…!)

Toi: I was aiming for the top of your head, but I suppose you are more nimble than a human. 

Netaro: Oh~ Did you make use of zero gravity to control the movement of that object? Metastasis, in other words, is it possible for you to create a warp hole? 

Netaro: You accomplished it with noooo equipment? Or perhaps there is some trick to when you snap your fingers? Please please please let me take you apaaaart! 

Toi: Your face irritates me. 

Momiji: Toi-kun, no wait, was it Oshisha-sama now!? Anyways, you need to get out of here too! 

Toi: Silence. I tire of this now. 

Toi: Disappear from my sight. 

Drunkard A: Ah…….. 

Drunkard C: Ugh……. 

*they faint*

Momiji: Wha– The two of them suddenly just– Are you okay!?

Yodaka: It seems they’ve fainted. I’ll carry them out. 

Drunkard B: I can feel chills down my spine! It’s weird, I think I feel scared…! 

Momiji: You’re right… I don’t feel good either, it’s so cold… 

Daniel: Did you drink too much? I thought it was still okay for you… 

Netaro: What is it? What’s wrooong with you all? 

*shaking*

Momiji: Ugh… My head hurts… Everyone, let’s get outside first…! 

Netaro: Wah- But whyyyyy~? I wan to talk to the angel shum moooore~! 

Momiji: You can’t! You need to leave too, now! 

Netaro: A-Aaaah~! Don’t pull mee awaaay~

Yodaka: Toi, you should come with us…! 

Toi: …… 

Yodaka: Kh…Ah… 

Daniel: Over here, Yodaka! Bring those two over now! 

Yodaka: *panting* A-Alright… 

*door closes*

Toi: …Heh. Finally, it is just the two of us. It’s been a while, Ryui. 

Ryui: …… 

Ryui: Fucker… We made a contract so you wouldn’t use Toi’s soul anymore…! 

Toi: Hah. You dare act so mighty with only one eye? Since you were not available, my only choice was to use what I have on hand. 

Toi: You have been wandering around for weeks. What do you have to show for it? I’m certain you must have found a way to defy fate, yes? 

Ryui: I’ll fucking kill you…! 

*door opens*

Nagi: Um… 

Toi and Ryui: …!?

Nagi: I just came back from the toilet, only to find everyone outside… I was worried when I didn’t spot Toi, so… huh?

Nagi: Oh, it’s Ryui-san. Sorry, did I just interrupt a heartfelt reunion…? 

Ryui: What, you— How’d you get in here so easily? Don’t you feel sick or dizzy or something!?

Nagi: Because of the earthquake? Well, I do feel a little queasy, but it’s not too bad. 

Toi: Heh… To think there is a human who could withstand my true power. I see, so you are one who drowns in despair every single day of your life.

Ryui: Wha!? Is something like that even possible…? 

Nagi: Oh, you were still on that huh, Toi.

Nagi: Ryui-san, you’ll come back now, right? 

Ryui: …This has nothing to do with you. 

Nagi: We’re working as Ward Mayors together so, I’d say it does. 

Ryui: Ward what now?

Toi: Toi decided on it, so he could search for you. 

Nagi: Ah, I’m in the Night Team, same as Toi. My name is Nagi Hachinoya.

Ryui: Okay… 

Nagi: Toi was always anxious, during the first meeting with the other members, and the movie-viewing with all the party people, too… He’d always look sad, wishing his brother was with him.

Nagi: None of us could really comfort him. That’s what it means to be irreplaceable to someone. 

Ryui: …… 

Nagi: The reason why Toi has, uh, turned into someone else right now, probably has something to do with that too… 

Ryui: Not really… 

Nagi: I’m sure it was hard for you to make this decision in the first place, but please come be with Toi again for the sake of his happiness. 

Nagi: Please. 

Nagi: Let’s all go back to HAMA, together. 

Nagi: Let’s all hype up HAMA, and maybe you could even take over as leader while you’re at it.

Ryui: (This bastard’s got some guts, saying whatever he wants.) 

Nagi: You want the same, right, Toi? 

Toi: …… 

Ryui: Oi? 

Toi: Kh… It seems I’ve used too much of my power… 

Nagi: Watch ou–

*Nagi catches Toi*

Nagi: (Phew….)

Toi: *soft snoring*

Ryui: (He’s asleep…) 

Ryui: Let him sleep in tomorrow. He’ll wake up when his energy’s back. 

Nagi: Huh? 

Ryui: I’m leaving the money for the food here. Let that hag know later, got it? 

Nagi: …! 

~~~(flashback)

Nagi: I’m sorry I couldn’t catch him, even though he was right in front of me… I’ll try harder next time.

Toi: It’s ok, you did more than enough. Thank you for trying, Nagi-san. 

~~~(end flashback) 

Location: Hakodate Daimon Yokocho Izakaya 

Nagi: I’m not letting you go…! 

Ryui: Woah!?

Ryui: That hurt…! Oi asshole! Don’t fuckin’ grab my legs, I’ll kill you! And how dare you drop Toi on the floor!?

Ryui: Let me go already you piece of shit! 

Nagi: …Urk….I won’t…!

Ryui: Just fuck off already! I’ll kick a hole straight through your stomach and sink you into the fuckin’ bay! 

Nagi: Just try it…! That’s—

Nagi: That’s way better than losing your family…!

Ryui: …!

Nagi: You don’t get it at all…!

Nagi: The people who leave could never understand the pain and sorrow you put on the ones you leave behind! 

Ryui: And what the FUCK do you know about me!? Huh!? It’s not like I—

Ryui: It’s not like I left him behind because I wanted to, idiot! I had no choice but to do it, for Toi’s sake! 

Nagi: …… 

Ryui: I was lonely as hell too…! Don’t you dare get off on saying whatever you want! 

Nagi: You’re the one doing whatever you want! There’s someone who wants you by his side, so why wouldn’t you reach out to him? If you don’t even make that effort, can you really say you’re treasuring him!?

Ryui: …! 

Nagi: It’s okay if you fight! It’s okay if you’ve got different values, if you never get to sort it out…! 

Nagi: Staying despite all of that is the reassurance you can only get from “family!” So please, Ryui, I’m begging you, stay here!

Ryui: …… 

Nagi: (He’s… stopped resisting.)

Nagi: Oh right, sorry for being disrespectful, Ryui-san. 

Ryui: Which hotel?

Nagi: Huh?

Ryui: I’ll carry Toi. 

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[thescribeoflostmemories]

Day of devotion: Pride and Arrogance 

(late valentines day special)

Yan! Capitano x Wife! Reader

Tags: Pudding(smut), attempted arson, attempted murder, unhealthy relationships, Yandere, majority kinda fluff of sorts don't take it too seriously...

Minors DO NOT interact

"yeaaaah she's fucked."- Falaila

 

He's PISSED.

Here he is, at the dinner table, alone. Normally you'd be here for a few minutes late, but now with that thing occupying your waking moments. It has been more than two months since the day of charity that you've gotten the vexatious object!

"Has she gotten dressed yet?" Without looking at the maid next to him, she replied.

"No, Lord Harbinger Capitano. My Lady still requests to extend her time in bed." Exasperated, he stood up and began his day with another cold meal.

As of now, he needs to burn that thing and bury it in the backyard or better yet, just toss the ashes in the raging waters of Inazuma. But how to get your attention away from it for a good while?

At a sharp turn from his hallway, he couldn’t help but listen in to the conversation of two maids.

"Did he finally ask you out on the Day of devotion????" 

"more like I ask him out. But yeah, I got it in the bag!" 

"What is it this time? Skating? Picnicking-?"

"Uh, yeah totally not fishing, hahaha..." 

Capitano thought of an ingenious plan, but that will continue once he gets home after giving a notice he’ll be off for a certain day.

Presumably you're still in bed. So he kicked the door open and proudly announced.

"Dove, get dressed, we're going out." He tossed some clothes at your face once you sat up.

Looking a bit miffed, that your cuddling session was disturbed by him. Your hair is still in a mess, your eyes are a little unfocused while hugging the damnable life-size rodent that's native to Natlan. "But, I don't want to. Go find someone else." You said before looking at the clothes presented to you and noticed something odd about it.

"Where's the rest of it?" This sweater does little to no protection against the cold with the missing cloth at the back, and you need to wear a bra to go out.

"Just wear it." It's amazing how much guts he has to tell you this.

Your eye glanced from the sweater to him. “How much did you pay for it?”

“Business expense, don’t worry about it.” He huffed.

Dropping the scandalous sweater to the ground. "No thanks, no thank you, good night!" You pulled the sheets over your head and went back to sleep. Unfortunately for you, he got it all off in one forceful tug of his arm. Making you shiver from the sudden cold.

Getting off the bed and standing up, still wearing your cute pajamas, though he knows whenever you sleep back at warm deserts of-. 

"Hey! Its freezing cold here, especially if you live in the bum fuck of nowhere." his thoughts were snapped back when he heard you protest again.

Capitano sighed from his helmet, "Dove, you are my wife, at least go out with me once in a while.”

Crossing your arms, with a evidence of a frown present, "I'll go, as long as you let me sleep in a separate bedroom-"  

"Request denied." He immediately rejected you, he won’t let you out of his sight so long you’re bound with him.

"What, why?!" Now your hands curl into a fist and rest on your waist.

He started to give a reason, "What if someone were to attack you in your sleep and I wasn’t there?" That is a possibility given you are now connected to someone as powerful as Capitano himself.

"I'm a light-sleeper, I can take care of myself." You proclaimed.

He doubts that, since often or not, after the third month you've been having difficulty waking up as early as six. And besides, sleeping next to you has been the best time to get to know you better ironically…

"You wouldn't last too long alone in a room." Capitano knows because you've been cuddling and or laying on top of him like a house cat and scurry away once you awaken and complain he was the one occupying the space.

"I don’t know what you mean, you forget yourself." That phrase he said gave you terrible vibes and you don’t know why.

Now his options are getting exhausted,"Just get dressed please, I heard there is a new store that opened up that might interest you." 

"Yea- no." You shook your head once you heard him, knowing what might happen.

"what do you mean no?"

With a straight face you reminded him, "Remember the last time you dragged me out?"

"He deserved it." He defends himself. Another puff of air leaving your nose before cloaking yourself in the blanket.

"Capitano, he was just staring at nothing!” Another thing you were wondering, with how much you two buttheads he didn’t want to divorce.

"Guess that new bakery would have to wait…” That stopped your tracks.

“Alright, get out.” Not wanting to explain yourself as your hands now started to push him out of the room so you could get changed.

Bewildered, Capitiano gave you a confused stare as you struggled to even budge him from the spot.

Another dead stare aimed at him, "Do you want me to go with you or not?”

Wordlessly, he instantly complied. Knowing you're a person of your word.

Out of the Manor, it was hard to adjust even with a year worth of living in this ruthless snow.

Sister Franny from last time has invited Capitano and you to attend the day of devotion. The long table meant for sharing with others, musicians preparing the songs to be played.

And just like on the day of Charity, you are allowed to injure some of the participants to fight over chocolates and such.

Though you didn't join in for too long due to you being 'too in character' or whatever that means.

"Is it just me, or have Snezhnaya and Natlan swapped roles?" You address your thoughts out loud as your spouse's armor clinked against the pavement. Not wanting to make eye contact with him, though the red scarf that linked you to him proved to be quite troublesome to you as it nearly made you choke from the restriction and wide distance from each other.

"The head Priest Oliver had made arrangements for this particular festivity. He had hoped it would lean to more athletic couples to be included." He said, though he had pulled some strings to get the schedule as it is. It wasn't easy.

Your face scrunched up in dis-amusement, "You and I are not a thing." 

And yet that mental image from the last festival burned into Capitano’s mind. Though, you couldn't remember the scandalous deeds and words that you had given to him. He wouldn't mind if you would dress up a bit to his liking and act more proper around others.  He supposed this would have to be somewhat satisfactory, for now. Especially when you were so compliant if he mentioned any of your favorites.

The battle-hardened couple were frustrated at least in your perspective, to love someone who has taken you forcibly is one of the difficult things when it comes to the clash-oriented rules that were made.

You still remembered the ever bubbling volcanoes of your homeland, ironically. Capitano is the only thing that could ever remind you of who you once were, a proud child of Natlan.

Glancing up at the figure that towers over you, the eye felt noticeably irritating.

In turn you scratch it through the eyepatch, yet Capitano’s gloved hand grabs yours. “You’ll make it worse,”  He warns, leans a bit, pulling back the scarf that connects you both, making you gag.

“Eech-! Mind your own fucking business.” Visibly irked, you took back your arm from him and faced away to rub your eye. “This is your fault,” Technically it is, but at the sametime it isn’t? But hey you two were fighting, it was bound to happen. “Let’s just leave.” Grumbling while your hand seemed to respond to him when he tried to touch your shoulder, by rejecting his gesture.

“Can’t do that, Dove.” He replied with the same monotonous as if you were just another soldier in his eyes. 

“The dance is starting.” As if on cue he pulled you over to him and now noticing the thrills of the stringed instruments.

Giving him a glare before you both were pulled into the rather floral winter-like festival dance floor… And it was like a dumpster fire. You were bumping into nearly everyone there, accidentally or not stepping on your husband’s feet while you’re at it.

“Pah…” Vexed by the event, you tried to storm off though didn’t go too far due to the scarf that’s tied neatly to your neck.

You could tell his patience is wearing thin, yet something is stopping him from doing so…

“Let’s just stop this foolishness.” Voicing your jaded frustrations to him.

Oh, how he envies the figurative rose that was placed between your lips. Thorns that pressed against the gums of your teeth, yearning to swoop in to steal a kiss from you, he just couldn’t get enough of it!

All he gave is a resounding, “No.” 

No? No? No? no?  nonononononononononono-!

The first time you admitted defeat on your own terms, this was getting too much even for you. Everything felt so useless, you tried everything!  From poisoning his meals, sabotaging his weaponry, including earlier this morning when he asked you to pass the salt you threw a fork next to his head. To his surprise you still have near excellent accuracy. And that shit annoys you to no end with how he seems calm about the chaos around him when he’s with you.

“And who's going to stop me, tin-can?” You huffed, the warmth of your breath can be seen in the form of a puff.

All you got from him is a hum, before he tore away your frock from your body. The chills took an imminent effect on your unadjusted body, so you tried to take it back.

You two had strayed too far away from the event that the red scarf had loosen on your neck letting you have freedom to move around.

One step back, two steps onward. Feet pranced around, as the frock kept being stolen by each other yet this is no ordinary activity to sauntered. Some took notice of the heated tango that garnered.

Entranced, from their fist throws to the natural twirls of the lady that was caught in a sudden trust fall to gain her coat back and groom to catch and fight for the object.

“See, you can dance.” Capitano chuckles, he swears he could feel himself perspire under his garb. His heart set aflame, not an ember but a swirling magma that bubbles with desire.

One, and two, and three, turn around. The pace started to pick up, as you tried to charge at him but he gave you a boost to jump over him. His wound still aches from that first duel you and him had, just look at you two. Two clashing yet make the most harmonious shows!

He is already well aware that he's underneath your spell, so if you're smelling something. It is most likely his burning need for you.

It soon ended with him taking a swift tug at your arm to pull you in a sweet embrace. You could smell that hint of cologne he patted on his skin along with ink and sun.

You were on your tippy toes even though he leaned down to reach your height. His throat rumbled as he started to whisper soft incoherent words into your ear. In contrast to what he usually portrays himself, he is showing it to you. Your arms locked behind him, words began to have their conflict within you to how to respond to him.

Though what he didn’t expect or rather he should expect is you trying to set him on fire using his scarf and your electro vision. Of course, that wouldn’t end there…

So here you are sitting in a love seat in a hybrid hotel-cafe.. Thing, the malibu pink coated walls greeted them with red heart like designs. Looking around to see one person having a date with one of the teddy bears which is as big as Capitano while being surrounded by couples having their time… Happy day of devotion..? 

Once again, your (only) good eye rolled to see the man in armor who merely huffs. In his arm is a bag full of assorted chocolates that was given to him as compensation- well out of pity and the ruined scarf. And in another, holding your wrist like you’re a child trying to get away from him.

Capitano had left you at a table to get your order, it was boring just sitting on a love chair with a big bear next to you…

Hugging the stuffie gave you a bit of comfort. Though was disturbed again by the jealous bastard's cough.

Facing him, who has the order in his hands. "Enjoying that stuffie's company?" he sounded annoyed when he saw you in the arms of that toy.

"Pipe it, it's so boring in here." you whine before he handed you the cookies you wanted. To be honest you deserve cookies and sweet treats but, how did he know? You're sure as hell didn't do anything to him. Nor did you tell your personal maid about this fact.

Capitano, sat down next to you. With the bear right between you two.

It was awkward but you noticed that the filling in the sandwiched cookie was more or less quadruple in size compared to the normal ones you've seen and eaten.

taking a bite of it causes you to chew slower, the taste bewildered you. Looking at the menu that was over there at the sign that said ' Free Mega cookies for couples that ordered a room.', "The cream just overfilled my mouth… Do they really not have the regular or the double stuffed cookies?" You looked up at him.

"Sorry, they only have the Mega stuffed cookies." Capitano apologized before picking up the cup of coffee he bought for himself. Adding to your confusion, why is he drinking coffee so late in the afternoon.

Your thoughts dismissed it once you assumed he was just going to work at night once you two got home.

" I think I'm going to be sick if I finish the second one.." You said honestly as you ate the whole piece. This is definitely not good for you, it's making your stomach bubble out of fear? For what? Is it laced with poison?!

"Don't you dare spit it, I paid money for that cookie." He says, sure he paid for it.

Grumpily you still chewed on the next cookie, you could feel your taste buds hating you for it.

Soon a server came over with a different tray of cookies, a bottle and two already poured wine glasses.

"I didn't order any of these." Capitano says looking at the short waitress with long hair.

"Another customer has paid for you for this set." She replied

"By who?"

"your friend over there with that red hair." She stepped aside to show and pointed at the two people at a table waving at him to come over.

"I'll be back." Capitano says before leaving to go check on those two.

The waitress had already left to attend to other matters, so you took a peek at the wine glasses and noticed something, "That jerk, getting more than me…” and so you swapped drinks.

Your husband came back after your third mega cookie and took a sip of his beverage. He made a surprised hiccup "-e… excuse me..!" Adding an apology. You really think it's adorable- SHUT, You aren't falling for him!

"So this is the Tsundere cookie I've been hearing all about…" He says making the plate spin a bit.

"I want to play a game with you, dove. They say there's at least two spicy cookies hidden in fifteen others. If one of us gets the spicy cookie they lose." So a less dangerous version of a typical roulette.

Subconsciously, your mouth started to move on its own, "I'm not too good with spicy du- food- I said food!" You could feel him raising an eyebrow at you. Your cheeks became warm for a bit.

Taking a deep breath you faced him, "if you got the spicy cookie, and had a ring of fire in the bathroom. You have to let me have my own room." You naive little 'trophy wife' tried to joke and brush this off.

You couldn't believe he was going to be serious with this one time humor, " if you got one of the two cookies, you and I will have a little 'chat'." He prompts his arm at the table and leans his helmet on his palm.

"A chat?" You seem skeptical about this, especially the bad feeling you felt earlier.

"Has the chills of Snezhnaya gotten to your brain, woman?" His deep voice, and how he rolled his r's might be enough to make your brain go haywire.

Capitano had taken your silence and a nod as a yes before taking a cookie off the tray and ate it in one go. It was a safe cookie

It was your turn, taking one from the edge and taking a bite of it. The tiny cookie tasted sweet yet sour. It actually tasted pretty good that you picked one more for yourself and gave another to Capitano before eating yours.

Capitano did not hesitate to take the one you were giving to him, eating it. He made consecutive hums in curiosity.. 

"hmm?" You hummed at him as you took a bite of yours. "you say sum thin?"

He started to cough before he downed a whole wine glass in his hand.

You laughed in victory before popping in another cookie, "Ha! I won!" you said just as you took a bite and felt something off. That proud smile on your face had been wiped away and formed into pursed lips so you could try and deny Capitano of the new outcome.

"Swallow it, dove." He placed his hand on your shoulder, you're scared. Shaking your head 'no' afraid of what might happen.

Though in the end you did swallow the once sweet cookie that coated your taste buds in odd spice. Washing the taste away with the wine that was offered earlier. "Good." Feeling his patronizing smile through his words.

“You said you could handle a little bit of heat…” He let out a chortle as you glared at him.

After dinner, you couldn't help but be anxious now that Capitano had downed at least three glasses of wine while you only had one. 

So you tried to sneak away but he saw you. "Where are you going?"

"uh… the bathroom….?"  You stuttered, the married huntress. Not making eye contact with him as your vision seemed to spin a bit.

"Then let me accompany you." He offered, standing up.

"No thanks!" Immediately you tried to get away from him.

The armor wearing man pulled you closer to him that you were sitting on his lap. Arms hold you gently in an embrace as you squirm letting the bear fall on the ground, forgotten.

"Why are you so afraid like I'm going to eat you whole?" He doesn't sound sad, but this hug made you think otherwise.

Without thinking, you shrug off his hug and make a run for it upstairs.

"You can't hide from my love, dove." You could hear his calm steps closing in. Out of panic, you went into a room with the door that was open.

The room is as lavish as Capitano's master bedroom. You heard a click from behind and saw your husband locking the door closed.

"I told you, you couldn't get away from me." He repeated as he went over to you, towering your figure

"Meap …!” is all you could say as you surrendered to tonight's fate.

Meanwhile outside a little waitress had arrived at their door, giggling to herself as she added a do not disturb sign on the knob before walking away.

In the morning, you both had woken up late. Eating at the first floor with your husband who didn't seem to remember what happened.

"I thought you hate tea?” he asked curiously. Noticing that scent of tea leaf juice.

“... A waitress recommended it. And said I should drink it a few more times.” You lied, you just asked for a certain herb and sure enough it's just there.

Sighing to yourself, “I don’t have enough energy to deal with you right now and just stop staring, please?” knowing he has a lot of questions and you don't want to explain.

Thankfully he agreed, but you have to tell him one of these days and you dread it.

 R18 TIME MINORS DO NOT PROCEED!!!!

Back curving away from the mattress as Capitano kept your hips up against his face, feeling his wet muscle lapping up your labia. Occasionally, he enters either his finger or tongue which sends you in a spazzing sensation, one hand gripping the sheets while the other tries to push him off you.

You could feel your cheeks warming up as tears started to be produced from his act. Legs started to tremble and wanted to lean down on the bed. But earned a sharp sting on your buttcheek from doing so.

"Asshole…" You groaned from the impact from his hand.

He merely gave a hearty chuckle before pulling your thighs toward him, tugging you closer, making your hand grasp onto the pillow like your life depends on it.

" Where's…(hic). Where's all that tough talk from earlier, hmm? Getting all worked up for me." Even when he's drunk, he still manages to tease you.

Rough scarred hands made its way to your chest, kneading and groping you through the salacious suggestion of the dress he provided.

" You two-face son of a- ah!" Another lewd noise escapes your lips. Your hand that was on his head tried to push him away from you, though rendered useless as he drew out another orgasm from you making a mess that's pooling underneath.

"Rather cheeky coming from a slut like you." he had hovered over you. his vice-like grip still on your ankles.

"what are you-? Ow!" He pinned your legs next to your head.

Letting out a whine as he manhandles you to his liking. Your wet puffy cunt on display for him to view.

Twitching and writhing under his touch as he began to tease that little nub above your slit.

"Who knew I have such a whorish wife." he commented when he noticed your pussy flexing.

"You jerk, I hate you!" You could feel your cheeks getting warmer and your core aching for him. Even when you took a glance down at his lower half, you could see his member. Standing up and leaking with precum.

Eyes couldn't stop staring at a certain spot, heart thumping in excitement. " Getting a little presumptuous?" Feeling that shit-eating grin, you started to cuss at his face.

" You mother fuck-" Suddenly only using one hand to keep your legs still, his free hand coated with your juices shoved his two digits in your mouth.

"I only have so much patience for you, darling." His fingers started to toy around your tongue, making you have a taste of his handiwork.

'IS HE REALLY DRUNK?!' "mmmn…!?" Parting your lips open, he pressed the wet muscle.

"There you go… Let master help do the work for you." Eye narrowing at him as you shivered in pleasure. Glancing down at the lower regions, is him grinding on your entrance.

"You've been a real… naughty one, trying to set me on fire…" He's still pissed at that, yet only a twinkle of amusement remains present in his tone.

"You have to make it up to me, you know." He purred before teasing you with the tip of his member against your hole. 

Your eyes give a pleading stare, out of lust? Fear? You aren't so sure anymore.

"You're mine, dove… My sweet _____." He sighed lovingly as he gave a few more teasing thrusts before entering. Leaning so close that you clung to him for support. Tears fell down as you felt him brushing against your g-spot.

His hand let go of your mouth before his hands focus on holding your legs, occasionally groping your chest or nuzzling against your neck.

For this one night, you could just forget about being who you were, and just enjoy. At least that's what your mind seems to suggest.

Orgasm after another, he doesn't seem to get tired… you were truly at his mercy. And who knows, maybe this might happen again…

Soon enough, you were sure you might get knocked up after the first time he came inside. Might as well play into his game…

[sidekick-hero]

thanks to your tags now im imagining Steve just has an entire collection of shorts with various messages including "I'm sorry", "I'm still mad at you", and "It's your turn to do the dishes"

Hahaha I assume you're referring to this post?

I absolutely agree. I think it starts as a joke. Like, maybe even Eddie starts it when Steve comes home one day to find a pair of tiny black shorts on his side of the bed with "Good Boy" written in white letters on them and Eddie comes up behind him, arms wrapped around his waist, his groin pressed up against Steve's ass, murmuring hotly in his ear, "I know how much you like to hear it, so I got you a reminder that you're my good boy."

Next, it's Steve who surprises Eddie, who has been ignoring him all day in favor of planning his next campaign. So Steve walks past the couch where Eddie is sitting, hips swaying, before knocking one of Eddie's huge nerd books ("it's a monster manual, Steve") off the table. As Eddie looks up, clearly annoyed at being interrupted, Steve bends over to pick it up, his ass right in Eddie's line of sight. He's wearing nothing but tiny orange shorts with green letters that say "It Ain't Gonna Suck Itself". Steve is right - Eddie is going to suck it.

But then it also bleeds into less teasing territory. I can imagine Steve getting the "I'm sorry" first, because he doesn't know how else to bridge the newfound distance after their fight, the silence so oppressive that all words leave him before he can utter them. When Eddie gets off work, Steve is standing outside the record store, wearing a warm hoodie because it's November, and plain royal blue boxer shorts with white lettering that says "I'm" on the left thigh and "sorry" on the right. He's shivering in the cold and Eddie wraps him in a tight, warm hug, chuckles in his ear and kisses his cheek. "Me too, sweetheart. Let's get you home, yeah? I'll warm you up."

And so begins his collection. He adds "I'm still mad at you" when Eddie forgets his birthday and goes on a road trip with his band instead. Eddie makes it up to him, of course, and swears he'll never forget again. And he doesn't, because right on the outside of his left thumb, where the joint starts, he gets a tattoo with the date of Steve's birthday.

He also gets Steve a pair of underwear that says "It's your turn to do the dishes" and promises to do them whenever Steve wears them. It's a pink lace panty, and Steve wears it at least once a week. He really hates doing the dishes.

[itto-l0ver]

Itto's Target

You end up being chased around Inazuma city by the One and Oni, Arataki Itto.

(Sleepy Itto at the end)

You run through the streets of Inazuma desperately holding your breath to keep yourself from screaming out of fear of the massive laughing man chasing you, nearly catching up to you.

Putting your hands in front of you, you leap up over a stack of boxes using your hands to push the stack behind you hopefully making him trip and slow down. You look behind you hoping your plan worked but the scream you held back this whole time erupted out your mouth as the man charged through the boxes like nothing, nearly making them crash into startled pedestrians.

“HAHAHA! You thought that would slow me down!!” The man cockily yelled reaching an arm out for you as he gained on you.

You had to think fast but your legs moved before you could process anything, like you were on autopilot built off your fear, you quickly dashed into an approaching alleyway between two small buildings. You looked back seeing that he was still on your tail but further back, your quick action bought you some time but nearly not enough that you needed.

He was too fast, how were you ever going to escape him!? You brushed those thoughts off as his obnoxious laughter snapped you back, you could of sworn you felt his finger brush against your back and that was enough to give you more adrenaline through your veins, running faster than you already were which you thought would never be possible.

You darted out into the street nearly slipping on your own feet like in some type of cartoon. Not even letting yourself recover you leap behind a food stand, luckily your whole body is completely hidden.

“Awh!! Maaaan! I lost you! Where did you goooo?~” He taunts jogging out to the middle of the busy street and looking around.

You still didn't dare to breathe, any slight breath cough sacrifice your location! Staying put you huddled closer to the food stand hugging your knees with your eyes wide open, the food vendor was quite confused but didn’t say a word.

After a very terrifying minute of you frozen in that position, you finally let out a breath and leaned back on the stand stretching out finally feeling relief, finally… you lost him.

Cautiously getting up and looking around you saw no trace of the towering man, allowing you to take another relieved sigh, the vendor did ask if you were alright… since you looked like you were running away from someone like your life depended on it.

You looked like you were in serious danger, well maybe not serious but you were still in danger…

After telling the vendor you were alright and thanking them for not making it obvious you were hiding there you went on your way, still cautious of your surroundings, you could never know if he was still lurking around looking for you.

You began to relax walking around Inazuma city with to sight of him, putting your arms over your head and closing your eye’s strolling down a semi-empty street you got a small feeling that something wasn’t right but ignored it enjoying the cool breeze and heat from the sun on your skin.

A shiver runs up your spine and goosebumps form all over your body hearing a very familiar giggle come from in front of you, it’s like it all happened in so motion…

You open your eyes and look to the side of the approaching building to see the huge form of the man you were running away from with an evil grin painted on his face as his bright crimson eyes stared down at you, before you were even able to take another step his massive hands quickly reached out for you gripping your waist and snatching you up into the air making you scream bloody murder, echoing through the streets.

“HAHAAAA!! FINALLY CAUGHT YOU!” He yells in excitement practically jumping up and down finally catching his little target.

“ARCHONS..! ITTO YOU ALMOST GAVE ME A HEART ATTACK!!” You yelled kicking your feet in the air and punching his hands trying to get from his grip.

Your desperate attempts to make the Oni let go of you failed miserably, he stared down at you with a big stupid grin on his face still happy that he caught you and you looked completely annoyed and defeated.

“Man! I actually thought you managed to sneak away from me!” Itto says with a chuckle. “Where did you go anyways back there anyway huh? I couldn’t find you at all!” He effortlessly lifts you up closer to his face.

“I.. hid behind a food stand…” You grunt looking away from the Oni’s face slightly swaying your legs in annoyance.

“What! Seriously!? Then how didn’t I see you- oh well you are pretty tiny so of course, I couldn’t see you!” He teases making you scrunch up your face tired of his constant short remarks towards you, like he wasn't the one with the abnormal height.

“Put… me.. DOWN!” You blurt out kicking your legs, getting more angry each second your left in the air.

“Whoa whoa whoaaa!” He chuckles. “Calm down! Okay okay, I’ll let you down.” He says sitting down on a box behind him and he places one of his hands underneath your thigh and sits you down on his lap. Before your able to persist he quickly wraps you up in a tight bear hug squishing your face into his chest, muffling any complaining that comes out of your mouth.

He sighs resting his head on top of yours. “You really did tire me out with all that chasing. Who knew you could run so fast, heh.” He mumbles in a sleepy tone, nuzzling his face into your hair.

As he gets comfortable you slowly reach up to his head, with your face still squished against his chest, and yanks down on one of his red horns getting a yelp out of him.

“Agh! Hey!! That was mean..” He whines bringing his hand up to his horn and cupping your hand against it. You always forget how massive his hands are until his are side by side with yours.

“Relax a bit alright..? I’m sleepy…” He whispers above you sending an odd feeling through your chest. You don’t fight back knowing there’s no way he’ll let you go even if you struggle and allows the sleepy Oni to hold you like you are his stuffed animal.

You softly rub his smooth horns getting a soft hum from Itto, he always loved when you touched them especially when he was sleepy.

“Hmm. Your kinda cute like this..” You mumble peeking up at his sleepy face and seeing him slowly close his eyes, leaning back on a wall getting nice and comfortable.

A quick nap in the middle of Inazuma city wasn’t unusual for Itto… let’s just hope no one from the Tenryou Commission stumbles upon you two.

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[aalissy]

Nightmare

Woohooo I got to write about Chat Blanc in this chapter :). I loveeee writing about Chat Blanc hahaha. Anywho, I hope you like this chap! Stay tuned for another one in a bit :)

AO3

“Hello, purrincess,” a voice called from above her bed.

Marinette grinned, turning from her sewing to look up at Chat as she so often did. She gasped. The sight that greeted her was not Chat Noir but Chat Blanc. His ice-cold blue eyes gleamed at her tauntingly. 

She scrambled backward, her chair hitting the wall as she backed up as far away as she possibly could get from her. Her hands came up to cup her mouth, terror flooding through her. This wasn’t possible.

“What’s the matter, bugaboo? You look concerned.” Chat Blanc’s head tilted, a mock pout forming on his lips. “Aren’t you happy to see me?”

“Tikki, spots on!” Marinette shouted, prepared to send him back to whatever alternate universe he had crawled out of. This time, though, the magic didn’t flood through her. She was trapped.

Her fingers felt for the cold metal of her earrings but they brushed against nothing. Marinette’s heart dropped as panic constricted her lungs. She couldn’t fight him. She couldn’t stop him. How was she going to get her kitty back?

“Looking for these?” A mad, maniacal grin grew on his face and he lifted his fingers up to show two black earrings gleaming between them. 

Her eyes narrowed as fury began to replace some of the panic in her. She may be Marinette but that didn’t mean she was completely defenseless. She lifted her chin up, straightening her back as she shoved any last bit of fear away.

“You’ve won, then. Why haven’t you used them to make your wish?” She glared. A small bit of hope began to spread through her. Maybe she’d be able to buy enough time for Bunnix to either step in or an alternate version of herself would come to defeat him.

Chat Blanc’s stark blue eyes slid into two pinpricks of anger. He was obviously upset about her lack of fear. 

Well, good.  

If he wanted a reaction then she would do her absolute best to show him nothing.

In a second his eyes cleared, back to their regular size. He pounced off of her bed, his tail brushing against her legs. Marinette forced down the shiver of displeasure. She was determined to keep her face calm.

“What’s the rush, m’lady? Afur all, we both seem purrfectly fine right now.” Chat Blanc stood up, clasping her shoulders gently. A softer smile was on his face this time. “No Bunnix’s or little ladybugs coming to stop us.”

She couldn’t stop herself from reacting. Reeling back, Marinette stared at him with a pair of wide eyes. “W-what do you mean?” she whispered.

“I wished them away.” He gestured around them. “In fact, I wished them all away.”

Slowly, her bedroom walls fell away and she was back there. She stood atop a water-logged Paris. A broken moon floated above a sky that was just as blue as his eyes. Marinette felt dizzy as she cupped her hands to her mouth, stifling a sob.

“It’s just us now, m’lady,” Chat Blanc whispered into her ear, taking her hands and squeezing them tightly. “No worries or cares. Just the two of us. Just like you’ve always wanted.”

She shook her head. She didn’t want this. She didn’t want this. 

Marinette tried to yank her hands back but his grip simply turned even more forceful.

She desperately wished she could sink to her knees, but she was unable to. Chat Blanc’s grip kept her upright.

Clenching her eyes shut, they suddenly blinked open when a loud knock sounded. The vision in front of her seemed to wobble and a frown creased her brow. What was going on? Another knock and Paris flickered once more. 

A voice called out to her from somewhere far away and she saw Chat Blanc’s scowl darken just before her eyes opened.

Her face was on her desk and quickly Marinette sat up on her chair. A piece of paper was stuck to her cheek and she peeled it off, blinking in surprise at the sight of the physics homework she had been working on. Swiveling around, Marinette heaved a sigh of relief when she saw that her room looked the same as it always did. 

With a shaking hand, she felt for the metal on her ears. The last of her tension eased when she found the earrings she never took off.

She didn’t have nightmares often. But when she did, she dreamt of Chat Blanc. Tonight hadn’t been any different.

A knock on her trapdoor had her instantly turning around. Her shoulders stiffened at the sound, preparing to see the villain on her bed once more. He wasn’t there.

Another thump sounded on the hatch and Marinette’s lips parted with shock as she heard a voice call out to her. “Are you asleep already, purrincess? I thought we could have a games night tonight. I miss you.”

Practically leaping to her feet, she rushed up to her bed. She threw open the trapdoor, launching herself into Chat Noir’s arms with a happy laugh. 

The two of them landed on the floor of her balcony but Marinette didn’t care. He was safe. They were safe.  

Her arms tightened around his middle as she heard him chuckle in her ear. Chat brushed some of her hair back, murmuring, “What’s wrong, Marinette? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“I thought I did,” she whispered into his chest before bringing her head up to grin at him. “I’m just glad you’re okay.”

Shaking his head, he beamed brightly back at her. “If this is your reaction to me coming over, I should do it more often.”

“Fine by me,” Marinette said before nuzzling back into the warmth of his embrace. Everything was as it should be. Chat brushed a kiss into her hair and she squeezed his waist even tighter.

As she melted into the comfort of Chat Noir's arms, the fear and unease from her dream slowly faded away. She closed her eyes, breathing in the familiar scent of the dark black leather of his suit, taking solace in his presence. The nightmare had felt so real, but now she was safe, surrounded by the warmth and reassurance she craved.

They stayed like that for a while, holding each other in a silent embrace, basking in the relief of being together again. Marinette couldn't help but feel grateful for Chat’s unwavering support and the unbreakable bond they both shared. He had always been her rock, her partner. 

After a few peaceful moments, Chat pulled away slightly, his emerald eyes searching her face. "Are you sure you're okay, Marinette?" he asked, concern etched on his features. "You seemed really shaken up."

Marinette managed a tight nod, mustering a small smile. "I had a nightmare, but it's over now. You're here, and that's all that matters." She leaned in, pressing her lips against his cheek, once again grateful for his comforting presence.

Chat’s expression softened, his gloved hand gently caressing her cheek. "I'll always be here for you, Marinette, no matter what," he vowed, his voice filled with sincerity. "You don't have to face your fears alone."

Marinette's heart swelled with love and gratitude for the black-clad superhero before her. At that moment, she realized how lucky she was to have him by her side, supporting her through the darkest of times. 

With renewed strength, Marinette stood up, interlocking her fingers with his. "Let's have that games night you suggested," she said, her voice laced with determination. 

A mischievous grin tugged at the corners of Chat’s lips as he followed her lead. "You're on, purrincess," he replied, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "Get ready to be defeated in every game we play."

Marinette giggled, feeling the weight of the nightmare slipping even further away. Together, they moved to her desk, where her computer games awaited them. As they immersed themselves in laughter and friendly competition, the nightmares and doubts that had plagued Marinette faded into the background, replaced by the joy and comfort of being with her partner and best friend.

In the safety of her room and in the presence of Chat Noir, Marinette knew that she could face anything that came her way. And as they played, their laughter and banter filled the room, a testament to the strength of their friendship and the power of their love.

And, just like every time she dreamed about Chat Blanc, Marinette made a silent promise to herself that she’d never let her kitty go through that alone again. She’d always be there to save her partner. Through anything.

[vewyscawywriting]

With Ascension, comes KILLER MOVES

HAHAHA I actually managed to write this... ALT TITLE: Trapped for centuries, but he's still got it!

Fandom: League of Legends

Pairing: Xerath x F!Summoner

Wordcount: 1040

Tags: Electricity play (i don't know if it has a name soz)

Summary: After beating an enemy Azir with Xerath he's pleased, and high on energy and power, promising you a reward.

A slight tingle ran over your back whenever Xerath was near, and you were unsure what caused it. Well, considering he was a being made of electrifying energy and power it was probably that, however.. the way he seemed to gaze in your direction whenever you were in the same room could be the cause for this as well. His stare was piercing, making the hairs on your body stand up straight, and you shivered as he once again had his eyes on you.

You couldn't help but wonder... Would he know about your escapades? Would he even be interested in you? As a being of pure energy, bound and yet unbound to a form, would he even be able to have you even if he were interested?

He seemed interested enough, if his piercing gaze was any indication, though the reason for his interest could be anything. Your earlier performance on the rift was one of the reasons, and if so you had nothing to be ashamed about. As a matter of fact you knew he was pleased.

You'd gone up against an Azir, and Xerath seemed to get more and more jubilant the longer the match went on. The two of you had decimated the emperor, and Xerath was about as giddy as an ascended being of pure energy could get. He was practically crackling with power as you met him after the match, and was still in a same state after you met him outside of the Summoner building.

-

Said state didn't change when you were against the wall, private enough you hoped, as electricity ran down your skin in sharp tingles. Wondering no longer you understood he was in fact interested, and the questions about whether or not he was endowed were about to be answered soon enough you hoped.

"Together we bore witness to true power," he said, cackling in glee as he ran a claw over your cheek, a deceptively gentle move as his large, hovering form kept you against the wall. "We showed that fool good. And now I will reward you greatly. What is it you want, Summoner?"

What you wanted? Instinctively your eyes went down his, well, what passed for a body, staying just a bit too long on his crotch area, and you did not catch yourself quite in time for him to not notice.

"That is a new reaction," he pondered, "then again..." you blushed a scarlet red, knowing what he was about to say, "...I've heard enough about you that it does not surprise me. Very well. If that is truly what you want, then I will give it to you."

-

Every drag of his dick against your walls send electric shocks through you, making you gasp every time he moved.  You were up high against the wall in your room, Xerath fitting inside the place just barely considering his size. His body was made of crackling energy, and so was his dick, merely shaped by him to pummel inside of you roughly, bringing an electrifying feeling with every thrust. You were throbbing and spasming around him, almost unable to take the overwhelming feeling, but pushing back against him with vigour anyways. 

Your fingers, toes, face, but especially your core tingled intensely, adding to the feeling of him rutting inside of you, and you had your mouth open wide in pleasure. 

"How does it feel, mortal?" he hissed above you, holding you face first against the wall, "do you feel the power running through you?"

"Yessss," you groaned back, barely able to form the word through your moaning, and shuddering when he hit your g-spot, sending electricity through you in two different ways. Your sight went white for a second, spasming around Xerath as you came harshly, and you realized through your hazy mind that liquid was dripping from you, making a pitter patter sound on the floor. 

"Done already?" he asked, sounding almost completely unaffected, if not a little pleased by making you come so hard. You groaned back, unable to deal with the slight shocks that came from him still inside you, trying to pull away from his tight grasp. A cruel chuckle came from the being, but he pulled out anyway, bringing with him more of your essence, running down your legs. "Too much? It is a lot to handle for a little mortal like you."

"Just... give me a second," you gasped out, shivering and trying to turn around to face him, but he didn't let you. After a minute of you catching your breath and him impatiently rubbing himself against your ass you were ready again. He didn't let you say it twice as he actually let out a small sound of pleasure as he pushed in again. 

"You didn't receive your reward yet, better hold on now."

The overstimulation came back almost instantly, but he didn't let you pull away, fucking you through it towards the building of a second orgasm, electricity inside you still not enough to hurt but you felt your extremities numbing sweetly. 

"Ah, Xerath, I'm-" you gasped, steadily building to your second orgasm, trying to meet his thrusts that had become faster and faster as he too was building to his'. You wondered how it would feel, but were equally fearful of it. 

"Take your reward Summoner," came from Xerath, voice slightly muffled as his thrusting became stuttering, "Feel the power."

All your fears were both realized and laid to rest by the feeling that went through you, first feeling like an electric shock, numbing you to all but him, slowly turning into a feeling of mind scattering power and pleasure that made you yell out in a second orgasm so intense that it made you lose consciousness.

You awoke from you high feeling energized and strong. You were in bed, alone, blanket thrown haphazardly over you, and you were still covered in your own arousal, but you barely cared as you got up feeling better than you had in a while. The only thing you hoped was that the effect would last, but if not you had a hell of a memory of the time you were fucked by Xerath as reward for beating the living snot out of Azir. 

[parcequecestnotreprojeeeet]

Hi, it’s me Fanfic Anon #2. I’m not a prank fan, but Happy April Fools Day everyone. It’s a short one, but I hope you all enjoy.

“Who is the sick soul who came up with the idea of a whole day of pranks? Because I would like to have a word with them,” his wife said, practically vibrating with repressed anger as she walked into the room, clearly having just tried to dry herself off.

“Do I want to know?” He asked hesitantly.

“Be grateful that our grandchildren ended up dumping an entire bucket of water on my head, not yours, since you were the intended target,” she explained.

“Oh, chérie,” he sighed, standing up from his desk to meet her in the entry way to the office, “come here, let me warm you up, you’re shivering,” he told her, pulling her into his arms tightly, pressing a kiss to her damp hair.

“I love them, you know how much I love them, but I think we’re going to need to set a rule that they aren’t to be with 100 meters of us on April Fools Day going forward.”

“Maybe we can get them to agree to no pranks?” He offered instead.

“That’s easy for you to say. You’re not the one they drenched.” She pouted.

“You’re an excellent grandmother, you know?” He tried to cheer her up. “They love you so very much.”

“I know,” she acknowledged. “We’ve done well, haven’t we?” She asked a little unsure.

“I definitely think so. After all, we’re the fun grandparents,” he smirked, leaning into kiss her.

She smiled against his lips and protested when they pulled back a little, “I don’t think you mean that kind of ‘fun.’”

“Well, not while they’re around, no,” he agreed, a matching smile of his own, his hands slipping lower from around her waist, to her lower back, to her ass, giving it a gentle squeeze. “But we’re very fun. In fact, want to go have some fun right now?”

“What about that stack of papers on your desk you rushed off to this morning?” She asked, head jerking towards the items in question as she did so.

“I’ll just tell them on Monday I didn’t get around to looking at it because I had some more pressing business come up. Very pressing.”

She squealed happily as he picked her up, intending to quick carry her through towards the bedroom, only for the two of them to be stopped dead in their tracks when they felt a torrent of water crash down on them from above, followed by the sounds of quiet excited giggles. She sighed heavily, once again, wet and uncomfortable.

“Don’t worry, I got this,” he whispered in his ear before loudly announcing, “Mamie and I now need to shower, dry off, and get changed. We’ll be back in an hour. When we get back, I’d like you all to have cleaned this whole mess up, so Mamie doesn’t have to, again. Understood, guys?”

“Yes, Daddy,” he heard the hidden chorus agree, before there was, more sheepishly, a lone, “sorry, Mamie.”

“An hour, huh?” She asked when the were out of earshot again. “You think we can finish in an hour?”

“Oh, I need more than an hour, but we can pick up where we left off after the little ones go to bed,” he winked.

Hellooo fanfic Anon #2! ❤️

Hahaha I’m laughing at the sight of those two all wet 🤭😂 Ooh the grandkids got some nerve 😅 But hey, they didn’t stop until they caught daddy 😂

But at least they got themselves a free hour... 😏

Thank you so much, fanfic Anon #2! ❤️❤️❤️

[miloadoniswrites13]

Mikhail.

"Fuck... I can't... I can't even see an inch in front of me, we need to stop and set up camp!" A man shouted as sharp snowflakes bit at his skin and the skin of his two comrades. Each held lanterns and a backpack, the group adorned in thick coats and pants, and all visibly shivering.

"We'll freeze out here! Manny... we have to keep moving..!" A voice cut through the whipping winds, Manny shaking his head.

"We can't keep going like this..." Manny said, gripping a rope that the other two were holding on tight to so they didn't get separated.

"... We can rest for a minute, but then we need to get out of here. I think... I think we're being followed..." The shorter of the two men said, finally speaking up. "I keep looking over my shoulder thinking I'm hearing something, or something is watching us but I can't see a thing."

"Fine, let's just rest then... then we keep moving." Manny finally agreed.

They walked a little further until they were able to take shelter in a small cave in the side of a cliff. They used some kindling they had stored in their bags to make a small fire... but it wouldn't last long.

"Archie... You said you thought something was following us, what was that about?" The taller of the two asks, Archie beginning to fidget a bit.

"Well, you know when you're out hunting elk... and you've got the shot lined up and the elk turns and looks at you... stares you dead in the eyes but can't see you?" Archie speaks in a serious, flat tone, the other two looking at one another before they looked back at the black haired man. "We are the elk. And I don't know what... but somethings got us in its sights."

"Haha, Hahaha! Victor, get a load of this, he really thinks somethings watching us huh." Manny laughed patting Victor on the back.

"It could be Mikhail." Victor stated, the others laughter quieting down.

"And who is that? A ghost? Spirit? Psycho killer?" Manny scoffed.

"Mikhail is none of those things. He's a bear. The biggest bear you've ever seen. They say he stalks his prey before he attacks, he's recently been moving around... he hunted everything in his original home. Mikhail has eaten many hikers over the years... I'm surprised you didn't know of this, Manny." Victor looked at him, then to Archie who'd turned a pasty white.

"Come on, don't let Victor scare you! He's just pulling our leg!" Manny said, punching Archie's shoulder lightly... but the short man was looking past him, outside of the jaws of the cave... where a looming figure stood.

"Manny... look behind you."

[synamartia]

First day of a stay-cation and I am in a GOOD FUCKING MOOD. NOTHING CAN STOP ME HAHAHA god i gotta chill tf out

Part 2, here we go~! ❤

♡ For all his efforts, he hadn't actually noticed you. While he tended to stay at the back of the room, you were always further back, on the balcony, at the bar. He went about enjoying his nightlife wholly unaware someone was watching. Because of this, he did things that were considered quite dangerous for a woman.

Baby's gettin' better at tailinggg~ 🎵

♡ Many more nights you buried your face into your pillow and thought about his hands on you, his breath at your ear. His "Shhh." You couldn't replicate the feeling. No matter how you tried.

GIRL SAME.

♡ Leaning in, you rested your hand on the hand he set on your hip and whispered into his ear, "Touch me again without my permission," you lifted his tie, a flirtatious move to anyone watching, "And the next time you see this tacky tie, you'll be shitting it out." You patted his chest. "Excuse me, I'll be right back."

♡ "Hands off, move along." The stranger flashed his identification papers, making the offender leave quickly with his head down. "Miss you need to be careful out here. There's been people missing from this ward. Pretty thing like you should be home."

Okay FIRST OFF-- *points up* We can look after ourselves. Second-- the FOREBODING FEELING I WAS JUST HIT WITH-- oooofffff 😭 Should I be scared? Worried?? aroused???

♡ I don't want this.

The fucking snort I let out at this line 😂

♡ "I don't care for liars." Alastor was in front of you before you could even shout from shock. You looked around him to see a crumpled body on the ground and a black car.

okay look, the fight part of my fight or flight instincts would've kicked in so hard right here like i would have decked him the second "I" left his mouth

♡ A waxed canvas was lining the inside, "Clever." You hadn't meant to say it out loud. He hummed happily at the compliment and you sank your teeth into the reaction. Everyone wants something; power, money, sex, praise. Find the right combination and even the toughest hearts would swing open.

You know what, I've always preferred the receiving end of the praise kink, but this line here got me wondering what the give feels like. 🤔 I'mma save this for when I get back to writing, try to explore it a bit~

♡ "Perhaps I should eat you?" He leaned close.

♡ His tongue as soft as his hands rolled over your own, every time your mouths pulled away and drew back together was thinning your frontal cortex. Alastor could taste the faint metallic tinge of the man's blood on your mouth, and he found his sleeping libido shiver awake. Always a fan of kissing, he now found his mind wandering to other parts of your body, other acts of affection, as he felt you'd call them.

yeeeEEAAAHHH BUDDY let's go! I. Am. Ready.

♡ "That's why I like you," a wink. "Wear comfortable shoes tomorrow." He flashed a smile, pushing his glasses up. Before you could question him he hopped into the car and drove off out of the back of the side street.

EUGH. WHY. *collapses in defeat* I have such a love-hate relationship with the slow burn. 😭

♡ He always took his time, sensing out those who were good candidates. The abhorrent, the abusers, the cruel. There was something so satisfying, deep in his gut, to watch a person with power over others cower in fear. The same eyes that relished in the pain they gave to those under their thumb shaking in realization the were now the prey. Begging for mercy they didn't afford others. Alastor sighed. He remembered your pained sob in the park, frustration and disappointment at his lack of reaction. Eyes fluttering closed, if you had gotten in the car you'd not be disappointed in him now.

CALLED IT not really

♡ Truth was he had enjoyed a whiskey and your songs for several months now, always at the seat closest to the door, out of sight and out of mind. His favorite of your casual dive bar digs were the trousers you occasionally wore. You looked so sharp.

I keep forgetting this is taking place around the time of the Great Depression and women wearing pants was considered SCANDELOUS back then. Love that you peppered small bits like this in there to remind readers of the timeline~ 👌❤

♡ "You," he leaned against the bar, "owe me a drink. And alcohol always pairs well with dance."

Oh, we owe you more than just a drink, dear.

♡ "Then talk to me like a man." Your glass made a thud as it hit the table. Alastor's eyes widened as they always did when you said something wildly amusing to him.

Do. It. do it do it do it--

♡ Alastor smirked, "Autumn Hind is not your real name. That is clearly a stage name."

Wait did I miss something? I'm stupid, what's the pun here--

♡ Swirling your drink in its crystal, you smiled, "It's a good one though, you have to admit." His brow cocked, not understanding. "Hind, a doe. And what do does do in the fall?" Your own brows rose suggestively.

Oh. OH-- okay okay i get it now 🙃

♡ He looked down now, eyes meeting yours gain, "That was before I knew how entertaining you could be."

Give us the chance and we'll show you just how entertaining we can be *eyebrow wiggle*

♡ His grin widened. "And your precision. One cut and that brute was down. It was remarkable." The hand holding your waist began to tighten. It egged you on, whether he intended it to or not, "I can appreciate the way you carry yourself." Your freehand ran across his vest, suit jacket left at the table, "I wish I could see more."

Oh. Oh no. Hazel, what have you done. You've awakened something DASTARDLY in me. HAZEL WHAT DID YOU DO--

♡ Alastor pulled you both from the wall and turned you, pressing your body into the sink. You were staring at your reflection, Alastor's eyes meeting yours in the mirror, "I'm happy to do many things for you... just not exactly what you're asking for; not right now. Not in this tiny dance hall bathroom."

asdfkjwlkjwf-- I'm banging my head against the wall rn but I love the slow burn, the chase so much AHHHHHH--

♡ "Okay, okay, affection received." You patted his head, pushing him away by his forehead. "Don't need to end the night in a paddy wagon."

oh Hazel you TEASE!! D':

♡ You turned around, partly acting like you didn't know him at all and partly hiding the way your face twisted. Unsure what exactly you two were doing, you didn't want to create hassle for either of you. Alastor laughed, "The very same! Alastor, it's a pleasure to meet you." With your back turned you couldn't see the woman's face, but she made a barely audible squeak.

I've never been the jealous type, especially when it comes to fictional characters. But the combination of your little tease just now, the caffeine from 4 monsters, and the heavy metal I got going on in the background right now has me ready to throw hands at words. WORDS, HAZEL. i love it give me more

*sprints to part 3* I SHOULD HAVE DONE THIS AGES AGO.

A Doe in Fall (part 2)

I have a terrible case of the big bad sads so enjoy part 2 earlier than I planned

⟢HumanAlastor x FemaleBurlesquerReader - A Doe in Fall

Part 1 - Pretty in Red smut💦 Part 2 - Liar smut💦 Part 3 - A Tragedy smut💦 Part 4 - Enough Part 5 - Too Much Part 6 - Learning smut💦 Part 7 - Recognition smut💦

Part 2 Liar

You not-stalk Alastor for weeks but don’t find anything blackmail worthy to grab ahold of. But luckily (?) for you, a chance encounter pulls you deeper into his hobbies and therefore his scope of fascination. Most importantly, do murderers go on dates?

「Warnings/Promises: Smut, HumanAlastor x FemBurlesquerReader, Alastor eats pussy like beignets (MESSY), dancing, shoe stress, murder, dead body, food metaphors, stalking, masturbation, Tommy is a bad dude, allusion to coerced prostitution, praise kink?, public sex acts, stage name is a fucking pun GOTCHU BITCHES, Gluttony」

minors dni please

The nights you didn’t work were spent casually looking for Alastor. Not stalking, just …. pursuing. 

You found over the course of several weeks what places he never attended, and a few that he did like clockwork. As much as you wanted to approach him, you knew you’d end up checkmated again. You just wanted to observe the man, surely you’d see something you could use against him, something tangible.

What was he doing? Knife carrying smooth talker who fingers ladies in the park? There was more to him than you anticipated. That addictive adrenaline rush was calling you to chase him. You’d catch him in the act of whatever men like him did, and—- well, you’d figure it out then. Was he a mugger, maybe? The knife would make sense. But he disposed of bodies so well, a month and no mention of a corpse anywhere. You didn’t want to even touch the thought bubbling up in the back of your skull. It was getting louder and louder, heavier than the other thoughts.

A repeat killer.

You decided, somewhat foolishly, if he was a killer it would be best to know that information. So you needed to continue even if the cards all read death. Right? 

Right.

For all his efforts, he hadn’t actually noticed you. While he tended to stay at the back of the room, you were always further back, on the balcony, at the bar. He went about enjoying his nightlife wholly unaware someone was watching. Because of this, he did things that were considered quite dangerous for a woman.

Many nights you found yourself alone in wooded areas. Well, “alone”. 

During your casual stalking you found him to be quite pretty, in a sense. He walked smoothly, always had pressed and tailored suits. Slender fingers, wide shoulders, small waist. Fingers.

Many more nights you buried your face into your pillow and thought about his hands on you, his breath at your ear. His “Shhh.” You couldn’t replicate the feeling. No matter how you tried.

If all else failed, no juicy blackmail available, maybe just endear yourself to him. Bed him. Get the conquest done and let him go on with his little crime spree or whatever it was he was doing when you weren’t watching. Because so far all you’ve seen is a man who loves to dance and enjoys whiskey. 

After another show done, body sore, you did your tour of the theatre. Tommy was snapping his fingers at you from the bar, his attempt to tell you to come over. Every day he seemed to become more and more brutish.

“What can I do for ya?” You tried to keep a bounce in your step, arches aching. 

“I want you to meet someone.” Tommy turned to a small man at the bar, hair thinning and combed forward. You guessed in his sixties. “Give Mr. Wilson a warm welcome. He’s one of your most generous benefactors.”

You nodded, smile slipping as you mind started to consider what was happening. You had heard some girls were taking dates, offering private shows, but you had been under the impression that was entirely of their own free will and desire. Had Tommy turned pimp? Your gaze flashed to Tommy, his stare cold, and then back to the man. “Well, thank you very much doll! Pleasure to make your acquaintance, Mr. Wilson.” Tommy saw someone walk by and followed, leaving you with the older man. 

“Your dance was something else, sweetheart.” You nodded, his hand coming to rest on your hip. “I bet those hips do more than dancing.”

Leaning in, you rested your hand on the hand he set on your hip and whispered into his ear, “Touch me again without my permission,” you lifted his tie, a flirtatious move to anyone watching, “And the next time you see this tacky tie, you’ll be shitting it out.” You patted his chest. “Excuse me, I’ll be right back.”

You pushed through the crowd and out of the front doors of the theatre. The air chillier tonight than past weeks. Looking around, you balled your fists. You wanted to hit something, break something.

Without any destination you tore off down the street, angrily huffing to yourself. You looked both ways to cross the intersection when you saw a familiar silhouette. A car honked, your hands coming up in apology as you finished crossing the street to follow Alastor.

Was your luck miraculous? Or malignant? You made it several blocks before a man stepped in front of you. You weren’t listening, trying to look past him to see where Smiles was headed.

“Will you fuck off?!” You pushed him out the way only to have him pull you back by the arm. Before you could let out your frustration, a stranger walked up to you both. 

“Hands off, move along.” The stranger flashed his identification papers, making the offender leave quickly with his head down. “Miss you need to be careful out here. There’s been people missing from this ward. Pretty thing like you should be home.” 

Your mouth formed various shapes, no words fitting.

“Detective Brady.” He handed you a card.

I don’t want this.

“Sure, thanks.” You snatched it with two fingers and practically jogged away. No sign of him, no indication where Alastor went. Were there any forested areas? He often took strolls in shady parks but you couldn’t remember any nearby. Turning around you realized how far you’d wandered from the fanfare and lights. The area was dark and deserted, not just Alastor but no one was around anymore. You stashed the card in your bra and rushed past an alley, giving up and deciding to just go home, when your ears caught the sound of dragging fabric on pavement.

Ice. Your blood chilled. Taking a few steps backwards, you turned to look into the darkened side street. You saw nothing, but heard a familiar wet sound.

Would it matter? Death?

You lifted your heels, walking on the balls of your feet to not make any sound as you approached the black shadow blanketing the majority of the side street.

A glimpse of brown leather shoes peeked into the light, soon your eyes adjusted as you too entered the inky darkness.

“I don’t care for liars.” Alastor was in front of you before you could even shout from shock. You looked around him to see a crumpled body on the ground and a black car.

“Is there a problem?” His eyes scanned your face, his usual smile no longer so inviting but instead manic and wide. You don’t know what possessed you, the adrenaline was flowing again and drowning out your more sensible thoughts. 

Your eyes were locked on his golden brown stare, “Only… if you’re quite attached to his wallet.”

He burst into laughter, wiping tears with the back of his bloodied glove. A small smear of blood was left behind on his cheek.

“I have no need for it.” He reached down and fished it out of the man’s pocket, “And neither does he!”

You caught it with both hands, “Well doesn’t that make me the lucky lady of the evening.”

“Don’t speak too soon. I’m quite cross with you.” He gestured at you with the knife, “We had a deal.”

In what could best be described as an out of body experience you watched yourself rush to his side and lift the man’s legs, “In the trunk?”

Alastor stared at you, teeth showing as his smile grew, “I’ve seen films less entertaining than you.” A stifled laugh as he lifted the man from under his arms and you both carried him to the car. You dropped the legs with a loud thud, Alastor gently setting the man down and opening the trunk.

A waxed canvas was lining the inside, “Clever.” You hadn’t meant to say it out loud. He hummed happily at the compliment and you sank your teeth into the reaction. Everyone wants something; power, money, sex, praise. Find the right combination and even the toughest hearts would swing open. 

After he tossed the man, the knife, and the gloves into the back, you reached for his hand. “Your wife is going to be miffed. Blood is so difficult to get out of cotton.” You scratched at the bit of blood that had stained his cuff. “Spit works really well. But lemon juice and baking soda before any store bought cleaners will help.”

Alastor took his hand back, adjusting his sleeve to hide the red spot, “Oh she has much bigger issues to deal with.”

Your mind raced. A chauvinist? Abuser? A weight settled into your stomach; disappointment. “Is that so?”

Giggling, he leaned against the bumper, one leg crossing in front of the other, “Considering she doesn’t exist, she’s quite terrible at laundry. And I haven’t eaten a meal in years.” A giggle devolving into a full chest laugh. 

A terrible joke, you smacked his chest, “Cruel! Unfunny!” 

“Perhaps I should eat you?” He leaned close. 

“I hear I’m quite sweet.” You smirked, heart pounding in your chest with such force you were rocking slightly with each pulse.

Alastor felt his blood pressure rising. He should kill you. Just to be safe. But—- oh, this was so fun. You hid any fear you were feeling perfectly. He could be forgiven to think he was staring into a mirror. If he met himself in an alley, well, he would feel quite safe. Perhaps you we’re of a similar inclination?

He watched your throat as you gulped. You licked your thumb and wiped at his cheek, “You always make a mess, hun.”

Alastor felt the world spin as you then dragged your blood stained thumb over your lips, red lipstick smearing with it. “Sweet eno-,” he swallowed your words, hand coming to your neck and pulling you into the kiss. No patience, his tongue swiped over your mouth and plunged in at the smallest parting. 

Your mind was screaming, finally, yes. 

His tongue as soft as his hands rolled over your own, every time your mouths pulled away and drew back together was thinning your frontal cortex. Alastor could taste the faint metallic tinge of the man’s blood on your mouth, and he found his sleeping libido shiver awake. Always a fan of kissing, he now found his mind wandering to other parts of your body, other acts of affection, as he felt you’d call them.

No time. He pulled away, “Against the wall.”

You practically threw yourself into the bricks. Alastor pulled a gas tin from the trunk and began dousing the street. You frowned, body relaxing.

“You’re taking the food metaphor too far. Fire? Really?” You took a second to realize there was no odor.

A laugh in threes, “Water, dear.” You watched the blood thin and begin snaking down to the gutter. He set the can in the trunk and closed the hatch. After opening the drivers door he turned to you, “Do you trust me to drive you home?”

“Honestly, no.”

“That’s why I like you,” a wink. “Wear comfortable shoes tomorrow.” He flashed a smile, pushing his glasses up. Before you could question him he  hopped into the car and drove off out of the back of the side street.

Alastor found himself singing a little louder as he drove home. A thrilling evening becoming somehow more exciting. He realized that always seemed to happen when you stumbled into his plans. Still annoyed you had followed him, his thoughts shifted to possibilities. A kindred spirit could make things easier. More fun. Safer. But who were you? Much like himself you wore a mask. He could see it clearly as it always began to slip in his presence. 

He pulled his car behind his home, backed up against a large greenhouse. Still in the idling vehicle, his fingers came to his lips. What a peculiar creature you were. Killing the lights and letting his eyes adjust to the darkness, he considered what to do. The possibilities kept coming in waves. But he stopped himself, never one to live in fantasy. Helping toss a dead man into a car wasn’t the same as killing. Yes, you showed no outward concerns, but he couldn’t be sure you wouldn’t turn tail the second things got more intense. 

He always took his time, sensing out those who were good candidates. The abhorrent, the abusers, the cruel. There was something so satisfying, deep in his gut, to watch a person with power over others cower in fear. The same eyes that relished in the pain they gave to those under their thumb shaking in realization the were now the prey. Begging for mercy they didn’t afford others. Alastor sighed. He remembered your pained sob in the park, frustration and disappointment at his lack of reaction. Eyes fluttering closed, if you had gotten in the car you’d not be disappointed in him now. 

A deeper sigh. But you didn’t. Which was wise. He thought better of you for it. Opening his eyes and leaving the car, he went to the trunk to begin his work.

You couldn’t sleep. Not because of the dead man, you were getting used to that. It was the lack of information. Comfortable shoes? For what? He didn’t give you a time or place to meet.

Tomorrow was Sunday, you realized. Ah, the bar. That was the only place that would make sense. 

Sundays were big nights for your theatre, but you weren’t needed unless a girl was sick. You simply weren’t at that level of fame for your little company and this was fine for you suddenly. You spent your Sunday pacing your small one room apartment and changing shoes.

What did Alastor have planned? With the little you knew about him it a could be a capital crime or a walk in the park. You genuinely couldn’t imagine and it was exciting. A normal man asking you—- was this a date? Was it presumptive to call it a date? You couldn’t quite see Alastor dating. You let the question go. Most men would take you for a movie and perhaps a chaste kiss at the door of a cab. With Alastor it could be literally anything. How do you dress for anything? 

Your friend teased you, arriving early to her bar and chewing on your lip. 

“So, either you suddenly wanna look nice for my dive, or you’re expecting someone.” She was wiping down the counter.

“I adore your customers, Betty.” You hopped from the seat, needing to reapply your lipstick.

Your singing voice was strained, nerves keeping you tense. Looking into the modest crowd you couldn’t find him. A cornflower yellow dress, a little too tight around your waist but you didn’t let that stop you. The collar a loose and folding slit from shoulder to shoulder, you were positively cute, he decided. Leaning at the bar he couldn’t see your face, but under the small lights you were glowing nonetheless. A little ball of pride rose in his gut, noticing you clearly had put more care into your appearance tonight than most Sundays. 

Truth was he had enjoyed a whiskey and your songs for several months now, always at the seat closest to the door, out of sight and out of mind. His favorite of your casual dive bar digs were the trousers you occasionally wore. You looked so sharp.

When your set was done, you tried to be gracious as you left the piano’s side. Alastor watched you from his seat, letting your face light up once again when you recognized him. He gave a noticeable look to your shoes. 

“Those will do.” 

“Do what?” 

“You,” he leaned against the bar, “owe me a drink. And alcohol always pairs well with dance.”

Maybe a date, you thought. You offered him your arm, “Lead the way.”

As you walked, arm in arm, you found yourself not needing to speak much. His arm was so solid in yours. You felt like everyone was looking, the handsome man and the pretty young thing. Did you two look sweet? Like the cleanest cut kids in the neighborhood? Did you look like the kind of people who sat in pews once a week and clasped hands over dinner?

Did you look like the sort to toss bodies in cars? No, decidedly not. And it made you feel powerful. What a perfect act. The feeling of looking nothing like what you were was akin to the addicting rush of your cat and mouse game with most men. 

“Do you like those group dances? Like the Big Apple?” Alastor asked as he opened the doors for you. 

“Not particularly…”

“Perfect, neither do I.” He laughed. 

A small table in a small nook of a booth lining the small dance floor. You clinked your glasses together, no toast necessary, and watched the couples swing around the room. As the 20’s were fading from the rear view, you all hoped dance would be less stigmatized. But part of the fun was how scandalous it was. 

“How was your day? Made it home safe and sound?” Alastor crossed his legs and leaned into the plush booth seat. 

Oh, this was going to be… normal? You choked a little on your drink, surprised. “Honestly?”

“Always.”

“I sat in my apartment changing my shoes repeatedly.”

Alastor’s laugh was loud and sharp, but you didn’t find it obnoxious. You liked it.

“That wasn’t my intention. I just didn’t want to risk you being unable to dance.”

You rolled your eyes, taking a slow sip with your gaze on the dancers, “Ya know how to avoid that? Tell me to wear shoes for dancing.”

A snicker, “Perhaps I’m not quite as skilled with talking to women as I like to think.”

“Then talk to me like a man.” Your glass made a thud as it hit the table. Alastor’s eyes widened as they always did when you said something wildly amusing to him.

“Hmm, I don’t talk much to men.” He thought, “Not for long conversations, that is.” Your mind conjured up the two dead men. “I never asked your name. Is it too late now?”

“You saw it on the posters. Autumn.”

Alastor smirked, “Autumn Hind is not your real name. That is clearly a stage name.”

Swirling your drink in its crystal, you smiled, “It’s a good one though, you have to admit.” His brow cocked, not understanding. “Hind, a doe. And what do does do in the fall?” Your own brows rose suggestively. 

Alastor hit the table, “A deer pun?! Oh darling, we’re going to be fast friends.” He offered you his glass for another wordless toast.

“I thought it was pretty funny, for a burlesque dancer no less. A horny little deer prancing on stage. Better than Allie Way and Frosti Winters.” You grinned into the glass, proud of yourself.

You could see Alastor physically relax beside you, dancers moving about in front of you both. 

“And yours? Your day, that is.”

He hummed, “I slept late, stayed up late. Took care of our newly penniless friend.” 

You wanted to ask more, what did you do with him? Can I come next time? Is there a pool of gators somewhere eating well today?

He leaned in to you, “May I have this dance?”

Your smile was uncontained, all desire to control your outward appearance was lost in the fun of dancing with your newest partner. Was there anyone else in the room with you anymore? Who knows. The music kept playing and that was all you needed. 

Alastor was a marvelous dancer,  you noticed other women glancing his way, eye lashes fluttering but ignored as he focused on the movements. This was how you managed to not-stalk him so well, he was completely unaware of the interested gazes of those around him.

While he didn’t notice the individual stares, Alastor could feel the attention on him and it made his chest puff. He loved it, how he could feed an image to the masses and be seen as he saw fit. It was something you both had in common, even if neither of you had strong enough egos to vocalize it yet.

When the music wound down, a slow number for the lovers, you hadn’t expected Alastor to stay on the dance floor. A slow dance, one arm on your hip, hand in hand. 

Now close, you felt you could speak without risk of others eavesdropping. 

“Why did you invite me out? I have a distinct memory of you saying you had very little affection or time.” You were shorter than him, your shoes not very tall, so you had to speak up and at his neck.

“A man who says he has no time is a man unwilling to make any.” Alastor led you in a small sway along the floor.

“Oh so you just didn’t see me worth the effort before.” You said it half teasingly, half seriously.

He looked down now, eyes meeting yours again, “That was before I knew how entertaining you could be.”

You pouted, entertaining was not the word you wanted to hear. Enthralling, Enchanting, Endearing. 

“There’s that face again. What ever could it mean.” Alastor’s head cocked to the side.

“I’m entertaining at work. You don’t need to take me out to enjoy my entertainment value.” 

He laughed again, making you glare, “Darling, being entertaining is high praise. And you’re not entertaining at work. You’re bewitching.” He pulled you a little closer, “The way you make those men act a fool. Truly a sight. You wield a power many women just dabble in.”

You shimmied a little against his chest, “Well if we’re giving out compliments…” you remembered the satisfying hum from last night, “The canvas was clever, but the water in the cans was brilliant. Nothing suspicious about a little petrol in the trunk.”

His grin widened. “And your precision. One cut and that brute was down. It was remarkable.” The hand holding your waist began to tighten. It egged you on, whether he intended it to or not, “I can appreciate the way you carry yourself.” Your freehand ran across his vest, suit jacket left at the table, “I wish I could see more.”

Your chest pressed against his, trapping your hand. “Ooh, you are observant, little one. Why did you agree to come out? Still chasing my,” his hips pressed against yours, hand sliding down slightly to hold you close, “affection?”

Fingers playing with his buttons, “Hmm, debilitating fascination and your affection. Do you have any to spare?” You smiled sweetly up at him.

Your mouths were on each other before the bathroom door closed behind you. Alastor locking it without looking, one hand staying on your neck. The small room was just a single toilet and a bathroom cabinet with a built in sink. Little tulip shaped light sconces above the mirror made the room brighter than the dance hall. Your nails lightly grazed his scalp, him humming in return. His body was pressing yours against the wall, despite his thin frame he had a power to him. Hands on your hips, holding you firmly in place. Your hips tried to roll against his anyway.

“Is it praise? I’ll sing your song until I’m blue in the face, until my lungs give out just tell me what you need.” You whined. 

His head shook softly, thumb pulling down on your chin to open your mouth. “It isn’t that simple. It’s not something you can say.” 

His tongue swiped over your own, neither in your mouths. He tasted like whiskey, bitter and fragrant. Your eyes fluttered shut, feeling his body against yours. You were vibrating; the way you always did when he was near you.

Kissing, tongues, body presses.  You were tangled together.

“This isn't… doing anything?” You asked, his lips coming to your neck. Sighing, your hand gripped his hair weakly. “That feels good.”

He shook his head into your skin, “I don’t see any desire to carry it further. But I enjoy it for what it is. And you seem to enjoy it. Is that enough for you?”

You wanted to scream, to argue, but as he pulled away and you stared up into his sharp honey brown eyes, you felt helpless to deny him anything. Did you need sex? Really? It’d been three months now without it and you were only recently clawing at the sheets with thoughts of Alastor. Being in his mouth was better than being strangers. Sliding fingers back into his hair and drawing him closer, your leg came up and hooked on his hip.

Alastor pulled you both from the wall and turned you, pressing your body into the sink. You were staring at your reflection, Alastor’s eyes meeting yours in the mirror, “I’m happy to do many things for you… just not exactly what you’re asking for; not right now. Not in this tiny dance hall bathroom.” 

His hand snaked up your chest and lightly held your neck, you fought back a moan.

“Well, if it’s good enough for your wife….” 

He laughed into your skin, other hand slipping down the front of your dress and cupping your crotch. “I’ve heard no complaints.” The way he anchored you, arms twisted and firm around such vital parts of you, made your whole body relax into his arms. A parachute safely secured around you as you fell. Mouth to your ear, hot and warm breath, “Turn around.”

Head spinning, you turned in his arms. Alastor lifted you up and onto the countertop of the sink, lips crashing back into yours.

The sound of music shook the thin walls of the room, heart erratic in your chest. His fingers slid up both thighs slowly, a familiar feeling for you now. His hands your favorite dance partner. 

His eyes didn’t leave yours as he dropped to his knees, your legs closing in embarrassment before he slid his hands between them. 

“Did you ask for more affection, dear?” He pushed your dress up around your waist, two fingers pulling the fabric of your panties to the side. You wanted to rip them off, damning your garters. You felt feverish as you watched him bury his face into your pussy. Your wetness was evident by how easily he glided through your folds. One hand gripped the counter, the other combing through his chestnut hair. Alastor kept his eyes on you, reading your face as he moved his tongue over your heat.

Mind racing for something clever to say, you opened your mouth but just gasped out his name as he sucked gently at your clit. One of your short heeled shoes you stressed over fell off as your knees came up around his head.

You were confident you made the right answer. With the music thumping along you didn’t feel any need to keep yourself quiet.

Your breathy moans and little hip rolls into his mouth made Alastor smile against your skin. He had learned many ways to keep people satiated. 

With a struggle, you opened your legs again allowing his tongue to drop down and into you. Nose rutting against your sensitive clit with every movement of his tongue in and out. 

A pounding on the door made you jump. 

“People are waiting!” Someone yelled.

Alastor pushed his tongue deeper, wriggling up and down against your twitching walls. Your head fell forward, “Alastor-,” you choked.

He buried his nose into your muff, eyes closing.

The door knob rattled, “Hello!”

“Alastor.”

So warm. Your body was so warm on his face. Your smell was making him feel feral. Gluttony. The way you were twitching and heaving under his tongue, groaning his name. Had he ever felt so powerful while on his knees? Had he ever enjoyed someone else’s body in such a bloodless way? No. Decidedly not.

“We’re gonna get the key!” The man at the door said.

“Okay, okay, affection received.” You patted his head, pushing him away by his forehead. “Don’t need to end the night in a paddy wagon.”

Alastor’s tongue was still out, eyes glossy as he looked up at you.

For the briefest second you considered wrapping your thighs back around his head and waiting for the key.

You hopped off, grabbing your shoe and leaning to get it back on. Crouching down you kissed Alastor’s nose and wiped his chin clean with your handkerchief before pushing it into his shirt pocket. “Up, up!” Hand in hand you barreled out of the door before the staff could see you and rushed to the furthest corner of the hall.

When you stopped and looked back you saw a staff member looking around annoyed, a man putting his hands up and entering the bathroom with a huff.

Before you could say anything, compliment or scolding, a woman was in front of Alastor. Your hand slid from his naturally. 

“I am so sorry. Are you the host of that jazz show?” The woman had her hands in front of her, nervously twisting the handle of her purse, “Sorry if you’re not! You just look like the description, tall… handsome… cute glasses.”

You turned around, partly acting like you didn’t know him at all and partly hiding the way your face twisted. Unsure what exactly you two were doing, you didn’t want to create hassle for either of you.  Alastor laughed, “The very same! Alastor, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” With your back turned you couldn’t see the woman’s face, but she made a barely audible squeak. 

While you were eavesdropping, a man offered you his arm. Your hand slipped to Alastor’s back, giving him a touch as you slid into the strangers arms for a dance.

He turned around to see you hit the floor and smiled, returning to the fan before him. After a few more compliments about his voice and his appearance, the woman shrunk a little, “Are you free tonight? I don’t have an escort home…”

A hum, soft smile, “Ah, I would love to see a fan safely home. But, alas, I am here with someone.”

What an easy excuse. It was nice to not need to lie.

“I see…. Oh, uh, your glasses… here, they’re a little smudged,” she offered him her handkerchief but he declined, pulling yours from his pocket.

“Danced too hard?” She chuckled, trying to elongate the conversation.

Alastor hummed, fogging the glasses before wiping them clear. “Eating, actually.”

“Oh you’re a messy eater, huh?”

“So I’ve been told.” He folded the square into a triangle and returned it to his pocket.

“What a… delicate handkerchief.” She looked at the soft yellow fabric and saw your yellow dress twirling behind him. “Ah. Well….It was a pleasure to meet you.” The woman sheepishly excused herself, letting him watch you dance around the floor with the stranger.

He’d never so explicitly told anyone his proclivities as he had done with you. Growing up he learned quickly his interests misaligned with other young men, but he didn’t really understand it well enough until he entered his early 20s and had to learn skills his peers didn’t. A man can only turn down so many offers for sex before people begin to question him. Certain rumors could be downright dangerous. 

Your eyes kept returning to him, your smile meeting you eyes as you twirled. 

While he had bed a number of partners, it was more often than not the result of physical reactions and what felt like necessity. The few times he genuinely felt he could enjoy in indulging in carnal pleasures he found himself utterly alone. He enjoyed dating, necking, kissing, but he could only keep some people so happy for so long. Quite a few women assumed marriage would solve the issue, and pushed him. Which made the inevitable break up easier. 

His reputation was that of a rake now. The popular host who rarely dates but often canoodles.

He laughed to himself, if rumors spread of his recent antics with you he’d be practically blacklisted from certain clubs. Alastor watched you graciously leave your dance partner and hop up to him. If he were any other man, you’d throw your arms around him and make him swoon for you. But he was Alastor. Your confusingly respectful killer. So you stopped yourself, instead offering him a smile.

“I wasn’t aware you were a radio host.”

“You never did ask my job.” You both walked back to the table where his jacket was lying in the booth seat.

“Honestly did not care. Which is unusual for me. Normally my first question to men is what they do for work.” You tried to avoid looking at the bathroom before settling back into your seat beside him.

He lifted his hand and gestured for another round, “Should I be flattered or insulted?”

“Oh definitely flattered. There were much more interesting aspects to you.” There was a little space between you, a foot or so of emptiness. 

You scooted closer, Alastor glancing to you before shifting his legs and closing the last few inches of distance. Thigh touching thigh, you sat silently while your drinks were poured and brought to your table. 

“To sinning,” you offered a real toast, Alastor laughing his signature laugh and raising his glass.

“To sinning!”

His hand came to rest on yours, both settled on your lap under the table. Your cheeks were hurting, desperately trying to keep your smile looking demure and not stupid-school-girl-in-love. His fingers folded into yours, and you entirely lost the plot, face melting into a lovesick grin.

Alastor leaned into you, “Are you alright? Liquor already gone to your head?”

You squeezed his hand, “Different kind of intoxication, doll.”

The evening was, in a word, divine. You danced with reckless abandon and enjoyed various degrees of affection. You were surprised to see Alastor so open, you had pegged him as less wanting to draw attention to himself. But no, he clearly relished in making heads turn.

He offered you a ride, and this time you took it. You didn’t live far, you just wanted a little more time. When he stopped the car, you jokingly turned around and looked into the trunk. 

“We’re very alone.” You mused. He hummed an agreement, getting out of the car and opening your door.  “Wow and a gentleman.”

“A testament to my mother. If you’re comfortable, give me a wave from the window when you get in.” He closed your door behind you. 

“I don’t mind if you know where I live, you’ll have easier opportunities to kill me, I’m sure of it.” Placing two hands on his chest, you leaned up, “Is a good night kiss too forward?”

Alastor stifled a laugh, “Quite! My image of you is shattered.” before leaning down to meet your lips.

When in the apartment you turned on a light and went straight to the window. Leaning against his car with both hands in his pockets, Alastor was smiling up at you. With a wave from you, he got back into his car and left.

To say you were on cloud nine would be an understatement. Clouds couldn’t carry the weight of your joy. You’d fall to the ground like lead, regardless of the cloud classification. And with that feeling you went to bed smiling, unaware of the dark catalyst barreling towards you.

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[writingsofwesteros]

Hi!

Could you maybe write a Aegon x reader? Where the reader is secretly (maybe a maid) with Aegon? Like they sneak around together and have longing stares and he actually loves her and is obsessed. But when he is to wed his sister, he becomes upset (like when he was talking to Aemond and he’s staring at the reader longingly. I don’t know if that made any sense, but I hope it does hahaha… Maybe takes place at the funeral and when Aemond’s eye is taken?

AN:Hi, I hope you like it x

NSFW

“We can’t keep doing this.” You whispered out. Your hands rested on the cold wall in front of you. The dress bunched at your waist with your bare arse on display. The Prince only hummed; not hearing anything but your soft moans. His hand moved to grab at your breast with undying passion.

“We can do what we want.” The Prince whispered into your ear and the pleasure was too much for you to remind him that it was only him who could do whatever he wanted. “And I want you.” He purred. His thrusts continued as his hand moved into your locks and pulled. Your eyes locked. 

You only moaned as he leaned in and passionately captured your soft lips. You melted against his chest. You couldn’t remember when the Prince had wormed himself inside your heart but there was no ending to his passion now. You were the only one he could relax and feel safe around.

His movements softened as he remembered that. The Prince whispered sweet nothings into your ear. His hand moved to your mouth as he chuckled. Your moans become too loud for the place they were in. “Always so loud.” Aegon teased and you would have rolled your eyes if you could.

They were muted against him now as you continued to rock back. His free hand moved to your hip and guided you. “We have to be quick.” The Prince whispered into your ear as he moved faster. Your stomach began to tighten with pleasure as the sounds of bodies hitting each other echoed around.

His hand snaked around your middle and his fingers began to dance on your soaked pussy; teasing your clit. “Oh gods…Aegon.” You whimpered out; your legs shaking as he played with you expertly. He knew your body so well now. He smirked into your neck as his own release quickly built.

His fingers slowly moved through your locks as he whispered sweet nothings. Your release quickly came. The Prince continued to fuck you through your climax; prolonging your pleasure as you shook against him. His prideful smirk never left his face as he rested against you. His hands moving up and down your sides.

~

“You marry her, then.” Aegon rolled his eyes at his sister. She was far too interested in the bugs of the world and she completely bored him. “I would do my duty.” His brother began to speak and he was already sounding him out. His hand already with a drink that he continued to sip at. His eyes flashed to you.

You stood across the room from him; a tray of drinks in your own hand. A soft blush made its way over your face. His smirk was subtle; he was good at acting when he wanted to be. Especially when it was to keep you safe. His eyes darkened in desire as you ducked your head sweetly.

“She’s weird.” Aegon muttered and turned away to end the boring conversation he was having. Gods, what had he done to deserve this? He ignored the snide looks he got. It was easier for him when people believed the worst of him. His mask was just as good as his mother’s, he thought to himself.

His eyes caught sight of his grandfather and had to fight off a shiver. He wasn’t sure who frightened him more; Otto Hightower or his own father. Aegon rolled his eyes at the looks being passed around the room. This was so awkward, the Prince thought to himself and decided on slipping away.

~

Your eyes softened as you watched the Prince remove himself. And as ever; nobody realised it. Thankfully, nobody would notice you leaving either as you gently placed the tray of drinks down and moved from the outdoor area. His longer strides had Aegon further away than you thought as you moved after him.

“My Prince.” You quietly called after him; your eyes looking around the corridors. Your dress flowing behind you on the cold, marble floor. “Y/N..” He whispered out as he looked over his shoulder. “What are you doing?” He asked as you made your way over to him. “I wanted to check on you.”

His face softened and you watched him duck his head. “It’s dangerous here.” Aegon whispered and his eyes fluttered around. His mother’s paranoia rubbed off on him, you thought but even you would have to agree. “I know..but I wanted to see you.” You whispered gently and took his hand.

Aegon’s heart jumped at your words. Gods, what he would do for him to marry you instead of his sister. “Thank you.” The Prince whispered and rested his head on yours for a moment. “Come on, let's go in here.” You hummed, reaching for his hand once more and taking him into the room next to you both.

The Prince followed as he always did when you were involved. His arms wrapped around you from behind as he nuzzled into your neck. “How much have you had to drink?” You hummed; your fingers moving into his locks. There was no answer from Aegon as he shrugged his shoulders.

He settled himself on the chair without grace and placed you on his lap. He was always so needy when he was able. Your fingers continued to stroke his locks and you watched his eyes flutter shut. “One day; it will all be better.” You whispered promises into his ear as you cuddled close.

Aegon wasn’t sure he believed that. Something in him for a while now believed it was only going to get worse. Not that he shared those thoughts with you as he tightened his hold. “I’ll protect you.” He whispered into your ear and nuzzled into your neck once more.

It was where you both stayed. Aegon fell asleep in your comforting presence until the loud voices and cries from another room brought him back to reality. “I should go.” He whispered and all you could do was nod and let him go. Everything changing already without you both knowing.

[seungly]

hiii so I was just wondering if u could maybe wrote a really REALLY angsty drabble where felix and the reader break up bc felix fell out of love but later realizes he still loves her and they get back together?

Pairing: Lee Felix x reader

genre: angst with a happy ending

wc: 0.9k

warning/s: Felix crying, falling out of love, unrequited love (kinda), kinda toxic (mb guys 🕺)

note: low-key had the urge to end this badly hahaha, made me tear up lmfao but I hope you like it!! <33

♫ ‘Turning Page’ by Sleeping At Last 

: ̗̀➛ © seungly 2022

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The night was always chilly but his distant presence makes it a lot cooler. He was there, he was beside you but why does it feel like he’s so far. That no matter how much you hold your hand out to reach him, you could never get a hold. 

Your back facing him as you clutch the blanket over you. You wondered if maybe he’ll hold you tonight, maybe you’ll be able to feel the warmth of being in his arms again.

“Y/N?”

His whisper sent shivers down your spine. It sounded so...sad. You feel him move behind you, his hand closing contact with your arm, “are you still awake?”

You wish you weren’t.

You wipe your tears, taking a deep breath before facing him, “Hey...” your forced smile fades at the sight of his red, swollen eyes. His tears fell as he stared at you, finally letting his sobs come out, “Lix?” you reach to hold his face.

“I’m sorry, Y/N.” his voice cracked, hand shaking as it held yours, “Please forgive me.” he brings your hand to his shivering lips, “please...”

You stared at him as the tears resurfaced, “What’s wrong, angel?” you force a smile, “tell me.”

Felix sobbed, pressing kisses on your hand as he held it tightly as if not wanting to let go, “I can’t do this anymore.”

You sit up as you took your hand from him, letting it fall on your lap. “Y/N, please talk to me.” Felix pleaded, moving to hug your waist, “Please.” his voice muffled by your shirt.

“You can’t do what anymore?” you sob, wiping your tears away, “Lee Felix, you answer me right now!” you push him away from you.

Felix whimpers, kneeling in front of you, “I don’t think I want to be with you anymore, Y/N.” 

Your name sounded like poison coming from him. You wanted to scream and slap him across his face but he was crying in front of you, in pain. “I’m sorry.” he holds your hand.

“but why?” you scoff, “what did I do?!” you shut your eyes, sobbing into your other hand. You couldn’t bear to look at him anymore as he hugs your hand to his chest, occasionally feeling his lips on your knuckles.

“It’s not your fault. I- I just don’t feel the same anymore.” he sobbed.

“Please don’t leave me.” you whimpered, looking into his eyes, “I need you, Felix.” your voice cracked. Your eyes mirrored his as he held them captive in his gaze. 

“I’m sorry.” Felix lets your hand go, getting off the bed, “I’m really sorry.” he takes one more look at you, “I’ll get my things tomorrow.”

You watch as he leaves the room. You wanted to move and run after him but your body wouldn’t. When you got off the bed only then did you hear the front door close, the car engine starting not long afterward leaving you to scream in your empty room, hugging his pillow as you cry yourself to sleep.

-

2 days. 

He hasn’t been back for 2 days despite saying he’ll grab his things the next morning after the sudden...break-up.

You sat on the bedroom floor, folding his clothes. Maybe it would hurt less if you just handed his things. Your heart shattered for each clothing of his you folded. You eyed his favorite sweater on the bed, wondering if you should wear it. You left it out in case he’d want to use it, especially when you knew how cold he gets. 

You drop the shirt you held, crawling closer to the sweater. You sat down, holding it in your hands. You missed him, so so much. You hug the sweater close to you, the smell of his cologne sending you to memory lane of all the times you spent together. 

Your tears couldn’t help but run down your cheek once again, the grip on the fabric tighter as if it were him, “Don’t go...” you whisper his name, “Please don’t.” 

Your surroundings were drowned out by the voices that screamed in your head. It all felt too much. The room was filled with your loud sobs, the never-ending whisper of his name, for him not to leave. The fabric in your hands, wet with your tears, never letting go. 

“Y/N?”

The all too familiar voice of his. You wondered maybe you were hearing things but at the turn of your head, you saw him. Felix stood by the doorway, his eyes held regret when he saw you. He wasted no time, quickly holding you in his arms.

You didn’t know what to do. This feeling. You calmed down, drained from all the crying. You melted in his hold, wanting nothing more than to stay in it for a lifetime. “Felix...” you smile sadly on his shoulder, your voice barely there.

“Hm, it’s me.” he buries his head in your hair, missing the feeling of holding you in his arms, “It’s me. I’m here...” 

You nodded weakly, tears staining his shirt, “Don’t go, please.” you sob, “I’m sorry for whatever I did, please come back.” you grip on his shirt.

Felix cried at the thought of you blaming yourself for his dumb decision. The night he left his home, you. He had nothing else in mind but you. Those nights he spent alone on his empty bed slapped him back to reality. 

He couldn’t lose you.

You mean too much to him. Those nights he spent alone, he looked for you, he looked for your sweet words and your small giggles. He missed your hand in his, your fingers through his hair. He missed the feel of your lips on his, your cute attempts of a joke. He missed you. 

“I’m not going anywhere, I promise.” he cups your face, smiling sadly, “I promise, I promise, I promise, okay?” he wipes your tears away, pressing a kiss on your lips, “I love you.” 

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note: did I do okay? haha, feedback is greatly appreciated!!

[lunamochii]

Genshin Men [ Diluc, Zhongli, Kaeya, Childe ] taking you into a manga cafe - nsfw -

WARNINGS  : Modern AU, nsfw, pure smut, Oral receiving (F) [ Zhongli ], tit-fucking [ Kaeya ], Drunk sex [ Diluc ], thigh fucking [ Childe ], f!reader, minors dni

I tried my best and I hope you guys will love this! Enjoy reading! You guys can request too~

You guys have plan this last week that both of you will check out the new manga cafe that just launch around this month and you are excited going there with them, since it has it's own private room enough for two plus it's unlimited drinks, you guys can read many books as you want. Who would've think that things will end up somewhat different on what you expected. Well, you guys better keep your voices down if you still want to come by again.

You guys can request too~ Happy reading!

Zhongli

"What did you say ?"

You gulp down hearing his baritone voice and you tried to shrug it off by letting out a chuckle and looking away, you totally forgot your man gets jealous easily

"C-Calm down Li! I was just joking about wanting to- hmpf!"

You quickly covered your mouth when slip his fingers underneath the skirt you are wearing, hands grabbing on his polo, his breath hitting your skin on your neck

"Joking ? How can you joke wanting to get railed by another man ? Am I not enough ?"

"They don't exist- Zhongli~"

You couldn't stop yourself from moaning his name when he start to move his fingers against your panty, the way he move his fingers is so slow that you just want to beg for more

Zhongli began to kiss your neck up to your chin then proceed to shower your face with kisses, then he brush his lips against yours

"Just kiss me already.."

You whispered and that made Zhongli chuckle and put his arm behind your back pulling your body close to him, your legs wrap around his waist and he planted a soft kiss on your lips

You quickly wrap around your arms behind his head and pulled his head closer and deepened the kiss, Zhongli groan between the kiss, your tongues battled for dominance but in the end he won

He began on caressing your thighs giving it a light squeeze every time you suck his tongue and you would moan whenever he will slap it softly, Zhongli broke away from the kiss and flip your position

Now you're laying flat on your stomach as he lift your skirt up and pulled your panty down, revealing your wet cunt and all you can do is watch him lick his lips and played with your entrance by his fingers

"Hm! Z-Zhongli~ Stop teasing me~"

"Teasing ? I'm just starting, love."

Zhongli grip your butt and made you lift it up, now your wet cunt is facing him and Zhongli rest his cheeks against your butt cheeks before giving it a slap and trailing his tongue on your cunt

You almost moan loudly but Zhongli stop you by slapping your thighs and you just buried your face on the pillow, this is why you should not provoke him, also it would be bad letting your voice out the people on the other room might hear you

Zhongli insert two fingers and you just want to scream this pleasure building up on your stomach, you move your ass wanting him to go faster but your boyfriend is such a tease, instead of thrusting his fingers faster he instead didn't move it and just lick your cunt

"Zhongli!"

"Yes dear ?"

The way he answered you is like his mocking you, oh how badly you want to tug on his air, you look at him pouting and Zhongli knew exactly what you want

Luckily this room is big enough so he pulled his face away from your cunt and focus on fucking you with his fingers, and in a second he got you moaning and chanting his name

"Shut it Y/N! Others will hear you!"

"It's your f-fault! Hmmff!"

"Can't even control your voice."

Zhongli pulled you up and now both of you are standing on the ground with his fingers slipping again inside your cunt, his other hand groping your breast, you put one of your hand on his hand as he went more faster

His other hand is on your face lightly gripping your neck, he felt you squeezing his fingers tight so he smirk and bit down on your shoulder as he fasten his pace, you squirm slapping his hand trying to get him pull out

But Zhongli remain stern and he got you squirting out, soaking his fingers wet and some of your juices is dripping on the floor, when he let go of you, your body plop down on the bed, with your juices oozing out

"What a sight, how about we go home so I can fuck you, hm ? I would love to hear your voice."

Kaeya

"It looks fun so why not try it, right ?"

Kaeya smirk and you glared at him back but that only made your man chuckle, his hand softly caressing your hair as you gag on his cock, wrapping your tongue around his cock, you continue on rubbing his cock in between your breast

It all started when he decided to read a smut book, he saw a panel where it shows the girl giving the boy a tit fuck and this man right here wanted to try it, though you can't deny that you love it too

"Oh fuck... that's it baby~ Hmm~"

"Geez Kaeya! Don't moan so loud."

"Oya ? Sorry sorry~"

Kaeya smiled and grab a handful of your hair so it won't get on your way, to get you back on track he purposely slip his feet under your skirt rubbing it against your soaking panty

You let out a soft moan and began to suck him whole, his other hand grab on the sheet as he throw his head back, not wanting to let his voice out but the way you suck him is too good that he can't hold his self back

"Squeeze your breast together for me baby."

You did as what he told you and it took you by surprise when he started to move his hips and you can feel how his cock twitch in between your breast, you roll out your tongue just so you can lick the tip of his cock

"Fuck! Hmm!! Holy shit!"

Kaeya curse non-stop and it was like a music on to your ears and with a few more thrust he came and you open your mouth as to catch his cum but some of it still got on your face and breast, Kaeya let out a satisfied sigh as he lay his upper half body on the bed

"Are you satisfied daddy ?"

Kaeya peek on you and motion you to lay on top of his chest and you did, he twirl some strand of your hair on his fingers as he gave you a quick kiss

"You tire me out baby~ I will go grab more book and maybe I can find more interesting positions."

He wink at you and kisses you passionately before fixing his self and told you to wait for him naked, on the bed, while he fetch more book.

Diluc

"I'm back! Gosh I found so many good mangas that are impossible to buy!"

You announced once you entered the room while holding the mangas you got, but what welcome you is the scent of the alcohol on the air, your nose immediately scrunch up

"Y/N..."

Your eyes landed on your boyfriend sitting at the swivel chair, the coat he wore is now hanging at the back of the chair and his polo is now unbuttoned

"Diluc?!"

"I feel hot.."

You quickly put down the book on the table on the side and went o him but he grab you by the wrist and pulled you making you sit on his lap

"Y/N..."

His hug on you is so tight as if his afraid once he let go you will run away from him, he inhaled your scent and buried his face on the crook of your neck

You roam your eyes and found a one glass that is now empty and it looks like he drank all of it, you shook your head and pulled away from him, his face is really red and his looking at you with a weird expression

"I love you and you know that right ? This manga cafe... this room... will be the witness on how I show you that I love you so much.."

"Hahaha you're saying weird things again Diluc.."

You chuckled but he just lowered his head down to your breast and he look up at you, then he buried his face in between your chest

"Let's fuck."

"Eh ? Right here ?"

Diluc just nodded and began to rub his cheeks against yours, this is what happened when he gets drunk, it's either he will pass out or he will seek for you

"Then, I will be on your care."

You said to him and Diluc gave you a sweet smile before kissing your lips full of love and passion, his hands didn't waste time and immediately slip inside your shirt, getting rid of your bra his hands groping your breast while the both of you kiss

Saliva dripping on the side of your lips as you grind on his crotch that is starting to grow, Diluc let out a soft moan when you got rid of his polo, he broke the kiss so he can take your shirt off and hold you by your waist pulling you towards him

Your breast getting press by his chest as he suck and lick on your neck, then he whispered to you that you should get up a bit so he can unbuckle his belt and get rid of his pants

"Are you sure you don't need help ?"

"Mhm.. no.."

Diluc sounds just like a baby, gone his deep voice now it's replace by his soft voice. Once his done he held out his hand and you gulp seeing his hard cock, standing proud

"Loving what you see ?"

You nodded and that made Diluc smiled and when you place your hand on top of his, he brought it close to his lips and kiss the back of your hand

"It's all yours"

His sweet even when his sober but him being drunk is a next level, you can't help but get all butterflies on your stomach, you slowly lowered yourself to him and Diluc didn't stop whispering sweet words and praise to you

"Good girl, love you darling.."

You grip tight on his shoulders and Diluc cuss under his breath feeling how soft your walls are, he didn't move for a second since he want to shower your face with kisses, your mind become clouded when he lick your earlobe and started to move

His thrust are sloppy and his hands are groping your butt cheeks, his breath are uneven and every time you guys kiss, you can taste the alcohol and maybe that also got you drunk

You never left his lips not wanting to cry out loud, you just muffled your moans in between the kiss and Diluc thrust his hips faster, giving your ass a playful slap every time he shove his cock deep

That will also earn him a sweet moan for you, he can tell that his not that drunk but being this close to you, inhaling your scent is what making him drunk, he sunk his teeth on your shoulder and buried his cock deep as he painted your insides white

You shivered on his embrace and Diluc sigh as if he finally let out everything he had, though he didn't pull out and just keep you close to him, then he look at the book you got yourself

"Say darling, how about you read those while riding me ?"

===Childe

"Two college students fucking in a manga cafe~ How daring~"

Childe lick his lips while thrusting his cock in between your thighs, holding it and all you can do is moan, you never expected you guys would be doing this inside a manga cafe, the books that you guys read are now scattered on the bed

"Look at the tip poking out every time I thrust~ Ahh you look so good like this love~"

Childe can't stop praising you loving how you look right now, his cum all over your body and you can't even count how many times he have cum now and how many times you have cum without him fucking your cunt

He let out a groan when you rub your thighs together and that just made him thrust more faster, your moans getting out of hand so you grab the pillow that is place right above your head and press your face in there

"Oh fuck! Coming!"

Childe release his load once again on your stomach and you felt how hot it is, he reach for the pillow and toss it away as he make you hold your legs, press against your chest and he slowly insert his cock once again in between your thighs

"When will you fuck my insides Childe ?!"

"Patience love~ I will fuck you silly once we get to our condo."

Childe smirk lick his fingers and insert it inside your cunt making you bit your lips and at the same time he began to thrust his cock in between your thighs, his fingers fucking your cunt, he can sense how needy your cunt is for it to suck his fingers in

You tried to grab the pillow but Childe told you to push your fingers on your own mouth while your other arm is holding your legs together, lost in the moment you guys didn't even notice the blinking light, a sign that the time is up

"H-Hurry Childe! Hmm make me cum!"

"Together, let's do it together."

Childe groan and pulled his fingers out and fuck your thighs faster, you let out muffled moans and your eyes saw the blinking light and you know anytime somebody will come knocking at the door

"Childe!!"

"Shit!"

He release his cum on to your face and you squinted your eyes as he rub his own cock and keeps on coming on your body, just as you thought somebody knock and both of you look at each other

"Dear guest, would you like to extend your time ?"

Childe smirk seeing how you began to suck his cock and he caress your cheeks with full of adoration, it's your turn now to feel pleasure from sucking him

"Dear guest ?"

"Ah yes, we would like to rent this room for one more hour. Since.."

Childe bit on his lower lip holding his self back to moan when he felt you wrapping your tongue around his cock

"Since we're not done reading the books~"

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