#Zzz drabble

[reixtsu]

I’ve been trying to focus on studying, but all of my attention is focused on Jane Doe from zzz. HAVE YOU ALL SEEN HER CHARACTER DEMO? She really doesn’t have to do any of that kinky shit during an interrogation.

[azes-ocean]

Life and Death

Oc [death god] x Oc [Life god]

Warnings: dead dove, yandere char, suicide on Life’s part, attempted suicide from char part.

An: This was my writing project for school :3, just wanted opinions tbh before I submitted the final version to my teacher. The rest of the requests are quite long so I’m doing this today so it won’t seem rushed tomorrow ✨✨✨✨

summary: Life always turns to Death

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Life and Death.

Light and Dark.

‘Trifling concepts, mysterious beings.’

Life was a beautiful yet stern force, encasing all beings in a shell of protection, to which mortals called the ‘body’. Sadly, though, even if Life loved and wished to protect all her wondrous children, she let them roam the physical and spiritual world, allowing them the freedom of choice to do which they wanted with Life’s gifts.

But then Life gets tired. They trip too much, they hurt themselves or others hurt them until they seek solace in quiet tranquility in Rest.

They named the being ‘Death’.

Death was quiet and hardly spoke, only watching and listening to Life’s words and rambles until night fell, and all Life fell into their arms, and slumbered peacefully for a short while.

Death was at first silent, quiet and hesitant. He kept Life at arms length, only welcoming those who wished for the feeling of eternal rest into his domain.

Then Life started to mingle with Emotion, Love, Fear and Curiosity, welcoming them to have a part in all creatures souls, though still on constant watch from Life as to make sure they never harmed her delicate children.” It was *hardly* fair. Death had been a constant presence in Life’s days, yet why had Life welcomed those unfamiliar forms more readily than him? Were they perhaps just more appealing? More friendly?

Those naive fools didn’t deserve to be around Life any longer. All they did was cause pain and confusion. So he forcibly took Life down, taking along their friends, who, as they were falling, became all one.

‘Regret.’

Life cried and begged, insisting their time was not up- that the sunlight was purely where they belonged. But they were merely ravaged by Death, as they insisted Life had always been fated to fall into him. Life’s pleads were met with deaf ears as their days turned gloomy and hopeless. Life sometimes found small sources if hope-but dismissed it eventually.

Life started to remorse, the color being drained from their being as they eventually felt freedom slipping away permanently from their fingertips.

“Whats the point…?” They murmured to themselves, their once proud and strong body curled, shivering.

So Life turns to the one who hurt them most.

Death’s warm yet terrifying embrace.

“I’m yours now…thats what you wanted…right?”

“N-no…Thats…never what I wanted…

My love…”

In the end, after all, all life turns to Death once tired, and they always have their spread to welcome.

BTW: How does this relate to Christmas?

Because Christmas isn’t happy for everyone :) but I want it to be! So I hope you’ll use this fic as a vent like I did 🙂 My uncle died from cancer two years ago during this season when my cousin was twelve. Last time I saw both my parents cry. I was feeling down when it came up sooo here we are!!!! A fic meant to tackle that 😁

VISUALIZERS

(Art is not mine!!!) While this is how I visualized it, pls feel free to think of it your way!!! by the way for the characters their fem and male don’t look alike because I just looked for ones that give the same vibe. can’t find the original artists because I got it from pinterest and sometimes I know they’re reposts so 😖

HELL

DEATH

(male)

FEM

LIFE

Male

FEM

[xxgoldie]

lighter x reader, established relationship, just pure fluff n domestic shit

thinking about lighter who never really thought about settling down, because you can't really miss what you've never had. he could understand the appeal in theory, but a physical 'home' never really felt like something lacking from his life. which is probably why the spare key to your small house felt so foreign in his pocket. he stayed there every time the sons of calydon were in town so he might as well have the key, you had said. besides, it was a symbol that he was welcome any time. your relationship was past the point of invitations.

the first time he came back, he almost felt like an intruder while unlocking the door. but instantly, the familiar smell of you hit him, mixed with the smell of cooking, and the interior that looked exactly as it had when he had left, and he felt at ease. when he went into the kitchen, you looked over your shoulder at him from the stove, that familiar loving spark in your eyes.

"welcome home!"

you were, at least in part, joking, and lighter knew it. but the warmth that filled him at the words hit him as hard as if it were steeltusk.

home. shit, he got it now.

a lopsided grin spread across his face as he made his way over to you, strong arms wrapping around your waist as you continued cooking.

"you're in luck, i'm making more than one portion."

lighter couldn't help but smile at the way the two of you automatically fell into the rhythm of a daily life. no need for grand reunions - he came back, and you were making enough food for two, and it was comfortable and safe and home.

"mmm," he buried his face into the crook of your neck, not even thinking to be embarrassed that you could probably feel how wide he was grinning, "lucky indeed."

perhaps im manifesting lighter coming home with this. or perhaps i just love him a lot. perhaps both. wc: 315

[mini-ism]

thinking about lighter and his awfully cheesy romance movie fixation…

⭑ drabble; only slightly steamy (mentions of sex and porn), but he really likes romance movies tee hee… lighter is THE hopeless romantic. he’s got it worse than miss caesar king. maybe it’s contagious?

⭑ lighter lorenz x gn!reader, (mostly???) SFW.

it’s gotten quite late, but he can’t force himself to turn off the TV yet. it’s been hours, sitting in the same position on the couch, absolutely immersed in romance films. rom-coms, dramatic romances, forbidden loves, dying together… it’s all so alluring to watch. he can’t help but put himself in the leading character’s place, finding every chance they can get to impress or even capture their love interest.

of course, you whined with every embarrassing scene, covering your eyes when the leading actors kissed or did something “stupid.” you took every chance you could to dash away, maybe grab snacks or a comforter. but he never got up, not unless he needed to. lighter was utterly dazed, totally awestruck with each plot point, every twist, the passionate confessions, and even rejections — or worse. it made his heart race, the fantasy of being confessed to, or confessing his undying, torrid love to an interest. maybe that interest was laying in his lap now, sound asleep.

he forced his gaze down towards his lap, your face smooshed into his thigh as you laid there. if only you knew how cute you looked. you’d stir a few times, lighter’s hand instinctively coming to stroke your cheek or your upper arm, chastely caressing the skin with gentle movements. if you made a soft noise, lighter would give you a soft hush, smiling as you snored and sighed.

this movie, though, had really caught his attention. sure, it was under the romance genre, duh. he had made sure to keep enough movies playing for maybe an entire 24 hours. but, holy hell, his hands were trembling and sweaty…

the two lovers were entangled in a passionate embrace, their lips and bodies melding together. the room filled with the sounds of their love, but lighter couldn’t find it in him to take his eyes off the screen. his cheeks were stained a hue of red, eyes wide in shock. you rustled around a few more times under the thin blanket, “shh, shh, shh…”

with a quick hushing, lighter’s attention regrouped, the scene growing more steamy with each passing second. this was borderline porn, maybe with an artistic twist. he couldn’t deny he was excited, but it had him thinking, wondering if he could experience this type of love himself.

“are you watching porn?” a groggy voice spoke, you were sitting upright. oh shit, oh fuck.

“uh, no…” lighter froze, panicked, his face turned towards you as the scene played out. where was the remote? why couldn’t he grab it?! “it’s the movie, i’m not watching porn. i don’t do that. that’s weird, totally weird, i don’t look at porn. i swear.”

lighter was mortified, face tinted a deep crimson. you really couldn’t be bothered to nag him for watching porn, if he was. he quickly reached for the remote, pausing the movie. “see? it’s the movie, i’m not weird.” lighter’s voice was heavy with anxiety, though his tirade about how he ‘swears-he-is-not-a-pervert-who-looks-at-naked-people’ didn’t quite convince you. if he looked at naked people on the interknot or in magazines, that was his business.

“i think you already said that. i believe you.” your voice was raspy with sleep, vision still fuzzy as the movie was paused on a shot of the female love interest straddling the male protagonist, bust just out of frame. lighter’s breathing was heavy and frantic, though your lack of fussing and mockery calmed his nerves. before you settled in his lap again, you pressed the play button for him, the lewd encounter fading into obscurity as you drifted off once more.

what if he could put himself in those encounters with you? not just… this one, but all sorts of predicaments. he could buy you a bouquet, take you out somewhere, run along the beach with you with the hem of his pants rolled up as the sun sets. he could freely laugh, take all that weight and guilt off his chest as he holds you close.

his hand drifted down, thumb rubbing gentle circles on your arm again, the gesture bringing more comfort to him than you. would you fall for a sappy guy like him? he wouldn’t even have to be given the chance to fall for you a thousand more times.

he just can’t seem to understand why people hate romance movies, can he?

[wormdevourer]

thinking about modern clingy harumasa who never wants to let go of you…

when you wake up in the morning, he’s already there by your side, holding you close with his arms wrapped tightly around you. his black choker’s been discarded onto the floor, a clear sign of the security and safety he feels with you. it warms your heart to know that he can be so vulnerable and genuine around you. harumasa’s nose is nuzzled against your soft hair, his little snores sounding right in your ear. how cute~

during every meal, he’s either snuggled up in your lap, or holding you in his lap. his arms drape lazily but possessively around your waist, keeping you close at all times. he chats with you animatedly, rambling on and on about how much he loooooves holding you, and how he loves you so. what a sweetheart~

at work, your desk is right beside his at the section 6 office. he constantly leans on you, lazing around with his head in your lap or slacking off with his arms around you. he’s just so clingy, but it’s absolutely adorable. he just loves you so much~

and, of course, when nighttime arrives, he snuggles into bed with you and spoons you as his little spoon, his arms keeping you as close as possible. he constantly gives you little kisses across your shoulders, neck, and face (his favorite~), mumbling about how much he loves you after each kiss. he’s just so kind…so sweet and so loving…~

(can you guys tell that i love this man,,)

[generalsdiary]

Lighter x gn!reader (drabble)

you take off his sunglasses. flipping them around in your hand. grey, hazy. what a blurry sight through them. all scratched up over the years. or perhaps from the small sand particles and high speeds on his bike. driving through those hollows as he likes to. "I should buy you a new pair." you focus on him now. his green eyes hang low, set on you. long lashes resting softly against his cheeks. messy hair covering his eye and forehead. you brush a strand or two aside. it is dark in his room. a sliver of light providing a dim hue to the room. enough for you to see him, and not too much for him to feel the pain from his old wounds opening up in his eyes.

"eh, I'm used to this pair." Lighter voices in a smooth low voice, tilting his head a bit.

"I can get the same model" you utter and lean in to press a soft kiss next to his lips. Lighter lazily smiles, his arms wrap around your waist tightly and pull you even more on top of him. a soothing feeling fills you as his hand rubs up and down your back, making you relax completely. "mh, you give it a try finding them and I'll try them out" he hums. his hand cupped your cheek, making you look at him again. a familiar flutter in your stomach makes you smile, he is so handsome.

"gorgeous" Lighter smiles and leans in to brush his nose against yours. a familiar chuckle feels his ears. you live for moments like these. for the soft touch of his lips against yours. the scent of his cologne, not as strong, worn out from the day. the smell of clean cotton sheets. he makes life feel good again.

[miyaz6ki]

when he sees a selfie you post onto your story, he just has to take a fuckin' breath for a damn minute and stop whatever the hell he's doing.

hell yeah he has your story post notify on his phone. and hell yeah is he gonna react a million times and comment on how fuckin' hot you are.

reposts the shit outta you, everyone has to know you're his, and he's yours cause DAMN YOU CAN DRESS!!

he's a little teensy bit jealous, not because of you, but because others can see you. gosh he knows you're confident and hot but he wants to be the only one looking at that pretty body of yours, curves and everything

genuinely spamming voicemails, or at least screaming in your dms (text or vms, whatever fits)

but if he isn't the type to do that, best bet he accidently leaves you on read because he's so busy just staring at your face. in your story.

or if he isn't like that.. he's scolding you in your private messages. quote, quit being hot! unquote.

it could be that he mayhaps.. per chance.. be swinging his feet in the air and laying down on the ground stomach to the floor and giggling at your photo.

or when you're so fuckin' hot, scratch that, when you're so ethereal he thinks of your guys' song just staring at his phone, swiping back a few times silently as the story kept swiping away automatically. he's already screenshotted, and screen-recorded. no worries I guess.

he knows he's about to leave for work again but he swore that if he saw that photo, or any photo of you for any longer he would've actually flown back over to your house just to kiss you, and see if you really are what you post. (he knows you are, just wants to see what you look like underneath all that ykyk)

fuck, just marry him please.

[evillysilly]

3 | tell me how much you still hate me.

content warning: nsfw (lewd), porn with no plot, hatefucking, monsterfucking, doppelganger francis, dom doorman reader, anal.

a/n: saw this concept in twitter and thought of doppelganger francis and reader (im normal) also this is pretty short soz

(╬▔皿▔)╯ , `(*>﹏<*)′ , ( *︾▽︾)

as a doppelganger, Francis would've never thought for this to happen, at all.

the blinds were shut, it was nearly midnight, you could hear those sweet and pathetic sobs and whimpers from the beloved doppelganger, his legs around your waist, eyes glassy from this experience, and you weren't even done with him. you forcefully held the doppelganger's face, forcing him to look at you while one hand was firmly gripped on his hip.

you could feel Francis' nails drag down to your back, you were definitely sure those were gonna leave marks, but you didn't pay any mind to it. you never expected a doppelganger of the milkman to be so sensitive, especially when you're inside him. you were basically manhandling him, fucking him roughly as he lets out more desperate whines, moving his hips against you.

your grip on his face and hip tightens, smiling at him crudely. "where's that cocky smirk of yours fr'm earlier, dear?" you tilt your head slightly, "telling me how much you hate me and how you want to devour my body."

"mmm… ffuck you." he breathes out, making you smile even more. "you still hate me? hm? is that what you're trying to say?" you ram inside him once more, making him choke on his words. "i.. i do." he says, still breathless

"is that so? you hate me so much that you're letting me fuck you?" you let out a chuckle, your voice laced with amusement, continuing your ministrations as the doppelganger stays silent, glaring at you.

"ffuuck- please…"

"go on, Mosses. say how much you hate me."

[zzz-fics]

Unexpectedly

For Anonymous

Who requested: Hayyo, hope your day is going well! \(^w^)/

Can I get a fic request of Hugo Vlad and gender neutral reader? Where Hugo tries to court the reader under the guise of getting juicy info on them and the proxy siblings.

Characters: Hugo Vlad, gender neutral!reader

Relationship: Hugo Vlad & gender neutral!reader

Synopsis: What starts off as something to get information not only on you but on your best friends, Belle & Wise, turns into something more entirely.

Hugo wasn’t the type of person who stayed up late, especially using his phone other than when it was a business call for his occupation as a collection. But right now, he is currently doing both things. Staying up late and texting.

More specifically texting you.

[Name]: Thank you so much Hugo for this record!

[Name]: I can’t believe it’s from your personal collection! 🤯

[Name]: Is it really okay for me to keep it?

Hugo could feel himself smiling ever so slightly as he typed out his response, his fingers flying across the screen of his phone.

[Hugo]: Of course [Name], it’s more than okay. It’ll find more use with you than me, it was just collecting dust, so I’m glad that I could give it to someone who really appreciates the appeal of music from the old civilization.

What had started as a plan to get information not only on you but your best friends, Belle & Wise, turned into something unexpected, turned into this, getting to know you, your likes and dislikes, your interests.

What an unexpected turn of events that this turned out to be.

But Hugo was glad, because it led him to you.

[albedov]

seth lowell... seth lowell...

thinking about seth with a crush. a painfully obvious crush that everyone can see but him.

it's easy to pick up the way that he starts stammering, he becomes slightly more standoffish - refusing to acknowledge his change in behaviour and insisting that he's fine. and his words start to sound slightly rushed and less coherent by the sentence. all because you joined the conversation.

his coworkers can't ignore the fact that his tail starts slowly brushing back and forth, how his ears seem to relax slightly like he's at ease, in a trance almost. all just because he spotted you across the room.

qingyi would always tease him for how he would always get so red in the face when you would simply greet him - which never helped him as he would only feel embarrassed and distanced himself from you in fear that you would've noticed as well.

it also wouldn't go unnoticed that whenever the two of you were on a mission, he'd stand subconsciously closer than you at all times. seth wouldn't let anyone harm you, he knew you were capable of defending yourself but he couldn't bear to see you get hurt knowing he could've been there to defend you.

it's not that he isn't aware of his feelings, it's that he's nervous to admit them. what if you don't like him back? there was a million and one scenarios he had made up that were the worst possible outcome. so for now, he would live with a crush, one that he was convinced wasn't obvious...

[vxlenst3in]

suggestive, kept pretty humorous, you work for section 6 as a researcher in this, short drabble, he is a loser Asaba Harumasa, who just trots into your lab whenever he pleases. you could be doing all sorts of dangerous experiments right now, but he simply doesn't care. harumasa just lays his head on your shoulder, as he watches your actions. though, he's been visiting more often lately. especially after his shift ends. it was unusual for him. normally he'd leave as early as possible, but now? the raven haired man is even staying with you way past your own end of the shift. and maybe, just maybe, you'd be more productive if he wasn't there. his teasing remarks, his fleeting touches, his not-so-innocent actions? you'd be lying, if you said that it wasn't distracting. it was frustrating, in a sexual way. but you were 100% sure, he was too, frustrated. the poor man would never get past all the teasing. the definition of all bark, no bite. he, so badly, just wanted to pin you against that damn lab table, get on top of you, feel you all up, and show you there's truth behind his words. every day he'd tell himself, that today would be the day, and when that day was over, he'd just say it again. no shame in a man motivating himself, right? let's say, it took a couple of weeks, if not months, for you to finally sit on that lab table - not quite pinned down yet, but it works - with him standing between your legs. also not on top of you, but that would come later, surely. his hand rubbing up and down your thigh - his definition of feeling you up, as he tried to put on his most seducing face aswell. thank god the light was dim, otherwise you'd probably be able to see the sweat running down his forehead. "finally got you where i wanted." "asaba, we rea-" "harumasa, sweetheart." "ah, harumasa, we really shouldn't-" "but you want to, no? and so do i. sooo?" there really is no winning with that man.

 ©vxlenst3in - do not steal, modify, translate or repost my work.

[crguang]

this jane doe thing wouldn’t leave my mind so here it is

when making out with jane in a dark alley at midnight is a regular occurrence but that’s the only time you ever see her because she refuses to cross the imaginary line she’s drawn that would put the both of you in deep, deep trouble

\\

“What’s a pretty one like you doing out here at such a late hour?”

Jane presses you up against the wall with a playful smirk and effortlessly corners you to the dark, cramped space of the narrow alley near Random Play, the video store where you usually can be seen wandering around after sunset. She takes up all the room in your personal bubble with her chest flushed to yours and her nimble fingers firmly gripping your wrist, pinned to the rough brick wall like the rest of you. Her tail teasingly slithers up your torso, brushes over your collarbones then wraps around your other wrist to completely incapacitate you. You’re at her mercy, a prey caught in the palms of deft hands, and she is everywhere; caging you in, her presence is anything but as oppressive as it should be because those clear blue eyes are taking you in with obvious delight, quickly flitting over your facial features before settling on your parted lips, the remnants of your surprise.

It’s just a little over midnight, the streetlights don’t fully reach the place you both find yourselves in and so you can only see some parts of Jane’s body pressed close to you. The darkness does nothing to dim the life in her eyes, however. They glimmer with satisfaction at the compromising position you both find yourselves in and your total lack of struggle against your restraints.

“Clearing my mind with a walk,” you easily answer her previous question with a half-truth that she catches on immediately, if her widening smirk is anything to go by.

Two manicured fingers tilt your chin upward to meet her gaze. With her platform boots on, she towers slightly over you and doesn’t shy away from using her height as a weapon to corner you into submission. Jane doesn’t do things directly, never really tells you what to do, she simply takes away all of your options until the only one left is what benefits her most.

“Oh, really?” She plays along with your white lie and lightly drags a sharp nail across the underside of your chin. “There must be quite a lot in that cute head of yours to wander the streets at midnight.”

You smile. “Just you.”

The corners of Jane’s eyes crinkle with pleasure at your blatant flirting.

“Besides,” you continue, “this neighborhood’s pretty safe.”

“You sure?” Jane moves even closer to you, her warm breath just barely grazing the skin of your cheek. Some strands of dark hair caress your face as she leans in until her painted lips brush your earlobe with every spoken syllable, and her voice lowers to a sultry, confident purr. “After all… I’m right here. And I happen to have caught a helpless little bird.”

Her tail suddenly tightens around your wrist while the tip leisurely traces the life line of your palm. An air of cold danger laces her otherwise vague words, you feel the hairs on the back of your neck rise in response. Her tongue swiftly wets her upper lip. You’re brusquely reminded of all that you don’t know about her, the missing puzzle pieces that could complete your portrait of Jane Doe— this enticing mirage who disperses into the wind when approached too closely. But for all her mysteries, the woman before you is made up of little quirks and preferences unique only to her, and those are enough for your desire to know more to simmer hotly in the pits of your belly.

“You wouldn’t hurt me, would you, Jane?”

You both know that’s a question you can answer yourself. Jane’s airy laughter tickles your ear. She leans back to look at you, purposely grazing your cheek in a feather-light kiss as she does.

“And risk ruining this pretty face? C’mon, I would never.” Her forefinger runs down the column of your neck, its nail against your throat, and it stops above your hammering pulse. “Don’t believe me? Your heart’s racing… I can smell it on you, you know.”

As if to illustrate her point, her head dips to the crook of your neck and her nose presses close to your skin. Your breath hitches, your head tilting to the side almost unconsciously to give her better access to your body. Jane makes a show of inhaling long and slow, filling her lungs with the scent of you, then she releases it all in a warm exhalation over your pulse point. Your stomach clenches pleasantly at the sensation.

“Oh, maybe I’m mistaken,” the tip of her nose slowly travels to the junction between your shoulder and neck, each word spoken directly into your skin, “it’s not fear, but something much more intoxicating…”

She inhales a second time, quieter, and breathes out in a manner she means composed but that is underlined with the one trait she refuses to show you.

“And what’s that?”

In an instant too quick to compute, Jane’s lips are brushing yours with her next reply and the blazing heat of her stare fans the desire within your veins. “Something you probably shouldn’t feel for someone like me.”

“Why not?”

You think there’s a hint of something wry and cloudy in the sky of her eyes, past the playfulness and self-assurance. “Might not end well for you.”

“Already thinking about the end? I thought we were having fun.”

“Everything’s fun until you get cut.”

A warning that you readily ignore. You lean impossibly closer, sharing her breath for a suspended moment, and capture her parted lips in a gentle kiss. It’s soft and chaste, lasts only a second, and you’re pulling away before she can reciprocate.

“I don’t mind playing with knives,” you murmur into her mouth.

“…Foolish,” Jane smiles. Her tongue darts out to swipe over your bottom lip to the corner of your mouth, putting a name to the sweetness she briefly caught a taste of in your kiss. “You shouldn’t eat chocolate so late at night. It’s bad for your teeth.”

You let her change the subject, pretending to buy her deflection. “Says the one whose entire diet consists of instant noodles and energy bars.”

“Heh, touché. I never claimed to be an example to follow.”

“I’ll follow you anyway.”

The charged words leave you automatically but you stand your ground, unblinking. Jane’s reaction comes a few seconds too late for it to be fully genuine; her pupils constrict in a flash, her smile briefly wavers at the left corner, and her tail grips you tighter for just a second— then her eyelids droop flirtatiously and she’s chuckling in amusement, her free hand cupping your cheek. She strokes it using her thumb, right over the dark eye bags etched on your skin.

“Are you trying to get into my pants? Right here in this dark, cramped alleyway? How naughty~”

If she notices your dampening enthusiasm, she says nothing. It’s hidden behind your irises, a light flickering shut like something she can’t take back, and she feels some genuine part of you slipping through her fingers. It’s too bad, it’s what she likes most about you. And if that does anything to her, she doesn’t show it. Jane clings onto what is left, this game of knowing cat and willing mouse you’ve been playing for months now, and does what she’s good at: meaningless seduction.

“Careful what you wish for, pretty bird…” she mutters, “I just might give you what you want.”

She steals your next reply with a firm, insistent kiss. Her lips meld with yours and she swallows the muffled sound of surprise that escapes you, her body now completely flush to yours. You’re trapped between her soft form and rough brick, her callused fingers over your pulse, her tail absentmindedly caressing the skin of your wrist and the lines of your palm. The tip traces the short bones of your fingers, one by one, while Jane kisses your lips as if they hold answers she’s afraid to hear but long to anyway. Her fingertips tentatively slide upward, over your palm and between your own until your fingers are laced together against the wall. She exhales into your mouth and her breath is yours, it sits on your lungs like something precious before you give it back to her just as readily. Her tongue runs across the seam of your lips then eagerly pushes past them to swirl around yours. You chase the invading muscle for some time, neither of you caring for the telltale sounds of locked lips the breeze carries into the deserted alley. Heat rushes to your chest and spreads to your guts in such a pleasant, familiar way you can’t help the faint moan that tumbles from your mouth directly into hers.

“Already… mmh… making those cute sounds for me?”

Jane means to tease but can barely pull away from you long enough to utter this sentence. You can’t respond even if you wanted to, she’s unrelenting in her assault and fills each of your senses with her presence. She’s impossible to ignore and would be even more difficult to escape were you not exactly where you want to be.

“Mnh, ah,” you pant hotly between kisses, “relax… m’not going anywhere…”

“Oh, I’m not worried about that.”

You barely contain a squeak when her strong hands lift you up by the thighs and hold you pinned to the wall, her grip tight. Your legs close around her waist and you’re finally free to link your arms around her neck to bring her infinitely closer. Jane tilts her chin and parts her lips wider, capturing your lips once more. Her kisses are deep and urgent like she’s running out of time or indulging in a treat she rarely gets to taste. Her tail brushes your shoulder, your cheek, your nape; it never strays far from you. You roll your hips, seeking relief from the growing throb between your thighs, and Jane smirks against your mouth.

“Need something?” Her kisses move to your jaw and down to the crook of your neck, nipping at the skin with sharp teeth and leaving her mark near your racing pulse.

“Yes,” you reply breathily and cup both of her cheeks to pull her in another kiss. “Need you.”

“Ooh… say that again.”

Lust clouds your minds and you both forget yourselves for a moment that seems to stretch on for an hour, in a back alley of a narrow street darkened by the midnight hour. Jane kisses you and you return each one with simmering passion you’re unable to express with words in fear she scurries away somewhere you can’t follow. Your body is warm despite the cool air and greedily seeks more of her firm touch, your hips grinding into her for the sweet friction it provides. Jane squeezes the back of your thighs and lets out a low moan against you.

“Hah… Jane…”

Just like that, her name on your tongue— so tender and needy— is a harsh return to reality. Jane withdraws from your lips, mouth wet and open, chest heaving, and you’re too slow to see the flash of panic in her hazy gaze as she lets go of your thighs and forces you to stand once more. Her eyes flit to the side and back to you like a cornered animal desperate for an exit, and she takes a step back while clearing her throat. The sudden loss of contact makes you blink rapidly. You lick the corner of your mouth where some of her saliva has gathered, your mind lost in a fog of confusion and desire.

“Um, are you okay?” You ask uncertainly, not knowing what to do with your hands now that she’s rejected you so brusquely. You wipe your palms on your thighs.

Jane adjusts her jacket and runs her fingers through her hair. “Yeah, of course.”

She seems to regain her composure quicker than you, a smug smile gracing her lips as she meets your gaze. Her skin is hot, her cheeks flushed, but she stands straight and confident while you’re still blinking the confusion out of your eyes. The air between you is made awkward in record time with your silence and her refusal to explain herself truthfully. She walks towards you and casually brushes some hair out of your face, her familiar flirtatious tone back in her voice.

“You’re a mess,” she smirks, fingers trailing down the side of your face to lift your chin up, “and just after a few kisses too. I wonder how you’d look if I touched you properly…”

You’re getting whiplash from her hot-and-cold behavior, but you manage a reply, “Come over and find out.”

Jane clicks her tongue. “Sorry, I still have some stuff to take care of. But I’d feel bad if I didn’t at least walk you home, it’s pretty late. Don’t want you roaming outside on your own.”

“Oh.” You slowly push her hand away and she lets it fall to her side then stuffs them both in her front pockets. “That’s not necessary. I don’t live far from here.”

She simply regards you for a moment, and you can just glimpse the reflective sheen of the walls she puts up around herself before she shrugs lightly and it disappears into the wind.

“If you say so.”

She usually insists until you cave in and quietly walk side by side down Sixth Street, the breeze in her hair and your eyes to the distant sky. This time though, she lets you off the hook without a fuss. Your chest feels heavy and you don’t dare to look at her, focusing on a discarded candy bar wrapper lying on the ground. Jane doesn’t let the tension reach a boiling point, she sighs contentedly and turns her back on you.

“I’ll see you around, then, pretty bird.”

She makes a farewell gesture with her index and middle finger and walks in the opposite direction of where you’re heading. Your hand curls into a fist. The rejection hurts even after you’ve told yourself this is simply how Jane is, the fondness that belies her teasing words doesn’t mean a thing, and neither does the vague sense of longing you sometimes can feel in her kisses. She’s Jane Doe, the closer you get, the less she gives. Clinging onto the person you catch fleeting glimpses of behind her carefully crafted mask is both pointless and ridiculous, you know that. And yet…

You’re too engrossed in your thoughts as you make your way back to notice the sharp eyes tailing you from a safe distance the entire walk home. When you shut the front door behind you and flick open the light in the entryway, Jane crosses her arms and leans on a nearby building, eyes glued to the warm glow of your transom window.

[cptnghoulowl]

I have to work but I have HaruWise brainworms that won't leave me and all the fanfic ideas are just. So loud. I'm SUFFERING.

Also look Harumasaboo lmao

[ink--theory]

new roommate

based on this part of a little drabble I made that'll never see the light of day :P

[itssagaruu]

Still waiting for your CF19 preorders to open🧎‍♂️

hello!! Thank you for the ask 💕

on the topic of preorders, I'll not open them for this upcoming Comifuro 19🙏🥹 but if the time permits, I'll do a last minute booking orders once I made sure all of my new items are ready!

thank you so much for your support, Anon-san! on that note, here's a sneak peek of what I'm working on right now ✨✨

[miyaz6ki]

theoretically back into writing, used to be reshinless!!!

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