#also please note that this is poking fun of readers like myself at the time just as much as it is ryukishi

[itspbandjellytime]

The Assistant [Hailee Steinfeld x Reader] - Chapter 4

Plot: Y/N Waldorf is fresh out of college and her first job is being Hailee Steinfeld's personal assistant, but what Y/N doesn't know is that Hailee is hiding a huge secret from the general public and from her, as her assistant.

Notes: This is a multi-chapter fic, you can also read this on wattpad under the same username "itspbandjellytime". This fanfic is also going to contain NSFW themes in the near future, so if you're under the age of 18 please don't read this. Thank you!

CHAPTER 1 | CHAPTER 2 | CHAPTER 3

A/N

Hi... I am NOT dead, I have been going through a lot lately but don't worry, I am okay am just busy with other stuff. Also this chapter contains smut, please read at your own risk <3 Okay thanks for reading!

Word count: 3.1k words

[Y/N POV]

It's been a week or two since I moved in with Hailee and so far it's going well, we are starting to get to know each other more outside of work as if we're now bestfriends. So far I am enjoying this job, however I still can't get the room that's in that dark hallway and whatever lies in that room. I keep on thinking about it, every time I head upstairs or downstairs to grab myself a glass of water to the point I start to stir up different conspiracy theories only lunatics online can believe. 

Today is also my day off, which means I get to catch up with Jackie. Jackie and I met up at a restaurant somewhere in downtown LA, and I told her everything, yes including the room.

"Wait, so there's another room?" Jackie asks, grabbing a bite off her burger. I nod in response, bouncing my leg up and down  "Yep, I don't know what's in there and I don't want to know what's in there even though I make weird conspiracy theories to myself about what's in there." I said, scrolling through my phone. 

"Maybe it's her album?" Jackie said jokingly and we burst out in laughter, I shook my head and sighed "I wish, if it was her album I'd be leaking that in an instant... As a joke!" I said, nervously chuckling as I look around my surrounding hopefully people do not know that I work for Hailee Steinfeld. "But enough of that, how's Hailee treating you tho? I bet she's treating you like a queen or something." Jackie says, a smile forming on her face as she leans forward.

My face turns red smiling at Jackie, she's not wrong Hailee does spoil me like crazy as if I am not her personal assistant. Yesterday, while we were out and about after a meeting, she took me shopping and I saw the pair of designer shades I've wanted for so long but I couldn't buy it because it's expensive as hell. But Hailee at the end bought me the pair of designer shades that I've been visioning for quite sometime now.

"Well you're not wrong, she does spoil me like crazy." I say, I pulled out the pair of shades that she bought me and showed it off to Jackie. "She bought these for me yesterday." I giggled, putting them on. Jackie gasps knowing that it's the sunglasses I've always wanted since we we're teenagers on stan twitter. "Oh my god, it's the sunglasses you wanted!" Jackie exclaims, admiring every nook and cranny of the sunglasses on my face. All I can do is laugh and nod "I know right?" I responded, putting the sunglasses away.

"Those sunglasses suit you!" Jackie compliments the way the sunglasses suit my face and takes a sip of water, we were both silent for ten seconds and Jackie as always breaks the dead air between us.

"Are you sure Hailee isn't like... Making any moves on you?" Jackie asks, my face turns redder than the tomato sauce of the dish I am having.

"Oh Jackie... You are feeding me into my delusions once again." I laugh, rolling my eyes. Way before I got this job, Jackie and a bunch of our old twitter mutuals used to poke fun of me in a friendly manner about how much of a simp I am for Hailee and as Jackie's friend, I fire back all the time.

"I am being serious, I am not feeding into your delusions Y/N/N. She has been spoiling you left and right, you live in her house, she bought the shades you've wanted, she is making the moves on you." Jackie says to me, I roll my eyes and sighed. "Well if she was making the moves on me then I am now The President of the United States." I said, smiling as I call the waiter for the bill, Jackie smirks and shakes her head and we continue to talk as the day ends.

Hours later, I am back at Hailee's place. I just finished brushing my teeth and I am getting ready for bed, I glance at the room that's in the deep hallway. I start to get second thoughts about me trying to find what lies behind that door, or me keeping my job and not fucking shit up between Hailee and I.

I check my surroundings if Hailee is around and then I look at the room, I slowly and surely take a step closer and reach for the door knob. My legs start shaking, the palms of my hand start to form sweat, and my heart starts to beat like crazy.

"Y/N?" A voice called out to me, I turned around to see Hailee behind me. I dropped my hand down and faced her properly, wiping the sweat off my hands and nervously smile.

"Hailee, Hi!" I greeted her, nervously smiling at her "Quick question, what's in this room?" I asked her. It was a very straightforward move but I was so curious, Hailee looks at the door and furrows her brows and looks back to me.

"It's just a storage room, very boring stuff there. Nothing interesting." Hailee says nonchalantly as if it's not bothering her just one bit, all of the chaos in my brain stopped for a bit and it felt like the skies cleared in my brain.

"Oh! I see, it looks very creepy from my end that's all and I was just super curious what lies behind that door." I said, Hailee laughs and pats my shoulder giving it a squeeze.

"It's nothing, Y/N. Now you go get some rest, we got important things to discuss tomorrow, work related." Hailee says, being serious this time around and walks away from me. I didn't say a word and just nodded, cause if I speak the conversation will last for a life time. I glanced at the door and then left and went back to my room.

Three o'clock am, hours later.

I opened my eyes, my throat was dry and I start to cough. I am feeling a little thirsty and I want to drink a glass of water, cause who hasn't had that moment when you wake up in the middle of the night and you want to drink a glass of water.

I got out of bed and left my room, heading downstairs to grab a glass of water. As I walk down the halls of her house again, my eyes dart the room in the dark hallway and I noticed something. The door is barely open and I can see light coming out, the light is red. 

Wait... No... What the fuck? This better be a prank. I swallowed hard and reached for the door, slowly opening it. I gasped at what I saw, I couldn't believe my eyes "What the hell." I whispered to myself as I slowly make my way inside the room. The room looks like it's from those fifty shades of grey movies, it had ropes and chains. This made me freeze, could this be Hailee's secret? The secret that she's been hiding from the general public? Jackie probably might be right all along, God I am so oblivious- But I don't care I am still  standing for what I said and at the same time shocked.

"Y/N." I heard Hailee's voice, it sounds so stern and serious. I can tell that my job is on the line with this one, I turned around and saw Hailee in an oversized Daytona shirt leaning against the door frame. "Hailee, I can explain." I said as I put my hands up as if I was caught by the authorities. Oh god this is it... I am gonna lose my job, Hailee didn't say a word she just closed the door behind her and walked up to me.

"I think I should be the one who needs to do the explaining." Hailee tells me, putting my hands down Hailee takes a deep breath and looks into my Y/E/C colored eyes in a very sincere and serious manner. 

"I know that this is shocking to you but yes... This is what's inside the room in the dark hallway. I know that this isn't typically what you'd see from someone like me but yeah... This is the secret I have been hiding from people like my friends and family." Hailee explains with sincerity in her eyes, all I can do now is just listen to her explanation. I though the secret in question was something  very controversial, but this... This isn't even controversial or anything. "Y/N, I totally understand if you seeing this will make you change the way you think about me and if you want to quit your job I understand-"

"Hailee." I said, finally speaking up after she explained everything. "I didn't know that you'd be into this." I continued, looking at the array of whips, collars, and cuffs on the wall and back to her. "Do you do this with anyone or?" I ask her. 

Hailee simply shook her head "No, I haven't." Hailee admits to me, she pulls me in close to her our faces inches away from each other. "I haven't..." Hailee repeats, moving a strand of hair away from my face. My heart starts to beat like crazy already, I am stuck and frozen and all I can do is nod "And I want to do this with you first..." Hailee admits once again. 

"Do you trust me, Y/N?" Hailee asks me, the silence in the room is loud and the only thing I can hear is her breathing and my heartbeat. I don't know what to say at this point and at the same time I want to do it, so I responded to Hailee's question by nodding.

"No, sweetie... I want you to say it... Use your words." Hailee says, this time she caresses my cheek. I took a deep breath, closed my eyes shut, and cleared my throat "Y-yes..." I responded. A smirk forms on Hailee's face hearing that one word come out of my mouth "Good girl." She whispered, pulling me in for a heated kiss.

The way her lips crashed against mine made me melt, it felt like an out-of-body experience for me. I gave in and kissed her back, letting out moans between the kiss as Hailee deepened the kiss. She chuckles between the kiss, running her hands down my body as she pulls me closer to her "You are so responsive Y/N." Hailee mutters, trailing kisses down from my jawline to my neck. I let out a moan as I felt Hailee slide her hand inside my shirt, caressing my bare skin,

"Can I?" Hailee asks me, tugging the hem of my shirt. 

"Please." I begged.

Hailee smirked, she then proceeded to take my shirt off, so it was just me and my pajama pants "God you're so breathtaking... You look like a Goddess..." Hailee praises, grabbing a hold of my breasts and giving them a gentle squeeze making me moan. Hailee smirks at my response as she kisses my neck, kneading my breasts "I love how responsive you get when I touch you, Y/N." Hailee mutters as she pins me down the bed, her grip on my wrist isn't firm but is sure to hold me down. She gets on top of me and starts to straddle me, she reaches for the cuffs on her bedside drawer putting them on me "Is this okay?" Hailee asks as she adjusts the tightness of the cuffs on me "I want you to be honest with me, okay? I don't want to do things you're not comfortable with, darling." Hailee says once again, reassuring me. 

I look up at her and nod in response "Yes." I say, feeling comfortable with the grip of the cuffs, feeling the cool metal against my skin.

"Good girl..." Hailee nods, kissing my lips once again and then her lips trailed down from my lips, to my neck, down to my chest. She takes one of my nipples and sucks on it, swirling her tongue around it making me gasp and moan as I feel a familiar heat forming between my legs "Oh God..." I quietly moaned feeling her tongue on my nipples, Hailee looked up at me as she runs her fingers on the waistband of my pajama pants "Please, Hailee..." I begged, fully surrendering to her.

Hailee pulls down my pants and underwear in one go, tossing it aside along with the pile of clothes on the floor. Hailee looks down and bites her lower lip seeing the sight of my wet core "You're already wet, Y/N." Hailee says, stripping her clothing in front of my eyes and showing off those nice abs she has.  She spreads my legs open, caressing my inner thighs making me whimper "Whats your safe word?" She asks, lowering herself between my legs.

"Safe word?" I ask her back.

"Yeah, give me your safe word..." Hailee responds, I know a thing or two about safe words thanks to mistakenly reading a paragraph from Fifty Shades of Grey at a Barnes and Noble. 

I just look into her eyes and I swallow hard "Lamp post." I said, I didn't know what safe word to tell Hailee but thats my safe word. Hailee chuckles and looks at me again "Lamp post it is, just relax okay? It's just you and me..." Hailee says in a reassuring tone, kissing my inner thighs.

I let out a sharp gasp as Hailee's tongue licked my wet folds up and down, those gasps turned into moans and whimpers that echoed around the bedroom. The way Hailee's tongue moves is a whole other level, making me moan more and more "Hailee... Oh fuck... Y-yes..." I moan out, rocking my hips back and forth for more pressure.

"Y/N, you taste so good... Where have you been all my life?" Hailee mutters, sliding two fingers in and out of my entrance as her tongue flicks my clit making me moan more and crave her more and more. "Hailee.. Please... d-don't stop..." I moan out, Hailee smirks as she picks up her pace to the point I am squirming under the sheet of the bed.

"You like that? How does it feel to be used like this?" Hailee asks, curling her fingers inside me as she kisses my neck, picking up the pace of her fingers inside my wet heat. All I can do is just nod, I can't form any words on how I am lost in the pleasure of her fingers "Y-yes... It feels so good..." I manage to respond, looking into her hazel eyes underneath the red light of the room. 

Sweat starts to drip down my forehead, my body is glistening in sweat as well as Hailee continues to finger me. I can feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge already, my walls start to tighten around her fingers each thrust Hailee makes.

"Hailee... I'm close..." I said, letting out a series of whimpers and moans, Hailee leans closer into my ear, nibbling on it "Thats what I want to hear... Cum for me y/n..." Hailee whispers.

I arched my back, letting out a gutteral moan and screaming Hailee's name out in pleasure. My whole body starts to shake and tremble due to the amount of pleasure Hailee has given to me, Hailee looks at me and slowly pulls her fingers out of my entrance.

Her fingers are coated in my juices and she takes them in her mouth sucking them clean, letting out a satisfied moan "Y/N... You taste so good..." Hailee says, pressing her lips against mine as I taste myself on her tongue. "But I am not done with you just yet, darling," Hailee says.

I watch her get off the bed and retrieve a strap-on from her closet which made my eyes widen in shock, Hailee smirks at me as she teases my folds with the tip of the strap-on "Have you ever been fucked with a strap-on before?" She asks me. 

I respond with shaking my head "N-no..." I said, my face all red and flustered which made Hailee chuckle. "You're so adorable, Y/N. Just relax... You'll probably love it." Hailee says, I let out a gasp feeling the girth of the strap-on inside me making my eyes roll back.

"So tight..." Hailee whispers, she starts to move her hips back and forth slowly but surely making me let out more whimpers and moans. I turn away to stiffle out my loud moans but Hailee gently grabs my face, looking into my eyes as she picks up the pace "That's it, baby... Look at me... God you're so sexy whimpering and moaning for me..." Hailee says, pulling me in for another heated and passionate kiss, hitting my sweet spot repetitively making me moan between the kiss.

I can feel myself getting close once again, my heart rate starts to go insane as she continues to thrust in and out of me "H-Hailee..." I whimpered out as my walls tighten around the strap-on "I'm gonna- I- I can't..." I manage to say. My eyes widened as I climax for the second time tonight, I start to pant and shake due to the intensity and amount of pleasure Hailee has given me. Good thing she is very gentle and started to slow down her pace, Hailee kisses my neck and jawline as her movements start to slow down "Shhh..... It's okay.... You did so well, y/n...." She praises me slowly pulling the strap-on out of my wet core, removing it and tossing it aside. Hailee then takes the handcuffs off of me and I can finally move my arms and wrists.

Hailee then lies down next to me "Come here." Hailee says, gesturing for me to come a little bit closer. I move a little closer to her and she pulls the sheets up to cover our naked bodies, she wraps an arm around me and we look at each other for a while "How do you feel?" She asks me. It took me a second to respond and collect my thoughts, I just cant believe that I just had sex with my boss but not just any boss, it's Hailee Steinfeld we're talking about here.

"I... It just felt like... like..."

"Like a volcano?" Hailee asks me, a smirk forming on her face. God this woman...

I chuckle in response, nodding at Hailee's statement "Yeah... Like a volcano..." Hailee and I stayed like this for a while, she drifted to sleep and I just looked at her and I followed suite, resting my head on her chest feeling her heart beat.

[coldfanbou]

Invitation

Here is the fabled Dahyun piece. Sorry for the delay. Nothing too rough here. Please enjoy.

Length 1.6K

Dahyun x M reader

The cameras focused on Dahyun as she stepped out of her car. She would stop and pose a few times for the camera allowing for a good view of her hourglass figure. Eventually, she could make it inside and watch the fashion show. You had spotted her when she arrived but waited until the show began to make yourself known. Taking the open seat next to her, you take her attention off the models walking past. "Keep looking at the models." You remind her. "It's nice to see you again, Dahyun." You can see Dahyun's head twitch slightly as she struggles to keep her eyes on the runway. 

"I thought you weren't going to come." 

"Well, I had some free time, and a friend had to drop out last minute." The noise disguises your conversation, allowing you to talk freely. "Are you free after this?"

"I should be; I can make time for you anyway."

"Oh really?" You say with amusement in your voice.

"Always, after all, I feel such a rush. Doing it."

"You enjoy it that much?" 

"I've been thinking about you since last time. I'm wet just talking to you." As you glance at her legs, you notice her rubbing them together as she continues. "So, where are you staying? Or are you going to come to my room?"

"I'll pass you a note after I come back; just keep the dress. I want to take it off myself." Dahyun's smile grows, and she stomps her feet with glee. You leave to write a note for Dahyun about where she should go after the show. Once you return, you drop the message in her bag and watch the models go by. Dahyun's smile remains the entire show as she waits for it to end. As it does, you say, "I'll see you there, Dahyun." You stand up and leave while Dahyun does any business she has left.

In your hotel room, you wait for Dahyun to arrive. Deciding to have a little fun, you hide away in the room. You watch as she enters, still wearing that black dress. She looks around. She walks toward the edge of the room and looks down at the passersby. From the tenth floor, everyone looked like ants. Dahyun continued to be distracted by the view; you came out of your hiding spot and got behind her. Putting your hands on her waist, you began to kiss her neck. Small coos escape her as she tries to turn around. "Just keep taking in the view, Dahyun." Moving up her body, you start fondling her breasts. You can feel her nipples poke through the dress as they harden. "Looks like you came prepared." 

"Of course, I want to enjoy your company for as long as possible. That makes it easier." You start to undo her dress while pressing her against the window. 

"Just imagine all those people watching you get fucked, Dahyun." She visibly shakes upon hearing that. "You love the idea, don't you? You want everyone to see the famous Kim Dahyun being fucked."

Dahyun's breath gets heavy as her dress falls to the floor. "I do."

"That’s what I thought. It's too bad we can't do that. After all, your career would crash and burn if you did." You slap Dahyun's ass and watch it jiggle. "Tell me what you want, Dahyun." 

"I want you to fuck me…" she says, turning her head to look at you. You give her a quick kiss while you slide your cock between her thighs. 

"Is that all you want, Dahyun? I'm hurt." She quickly turns her head back to the window.

"I-I'd also like to go out with you." Her stutter makes you smile as you thrust between her legs, rubbing her folds with your cock.

"You could say fuck me so easily, but you stutter with asking me out." You can't help but laugh before continuing, "That's so cute, Dahyun. If you have the time, we could go out together, but you'd need to get rid of your manager." Your hands slither up her back and grab onto her bare breasts. Dahyun groans as your warm hands replace the cool glass. 

"I'll get rid of him. I'll do it. Just make me feel good now." At her insistence, you start to flick her nipples. Your fingers circle the small nubs before running across them and back. You feel your cock become slick as Dahyun's juices begin to coat it. 

"Good, that's good, Dahyun." You nip at her neck, tempted to leave hickeys on her pale skin. "I'll give you what you want, Dahyun."  Your right hand momentarily leaves Dahyun's breast to align your cock with her pussy. As you poke and prod at her entrance, Dahyun whines.

"Put it in. Please give me your cock." She begins to moan as she feels your cock slipping inside, spreading her apart. Her warm, slippery walls make you groan in pleasure; Dahyun was always so tight. "Yes…yes…yes," Dahyun chants in a low moan; she rests her head on your chest as you finish burying yourself inside her. You let Dahyun act as a cock warmer for a second, enjoying the feeling of her walls clamped down on your cock. Your hands leave her breasts as you grab onto her waist. You slowly pull your cock out and then slam yourself back in. Dahyun moans loudly as you pierce her. 

"That’s it, Dahyun; let me know how good it feels." You moan as you pick up the pace. You watch as her soft ass jiggles each time your bodies come together. Dahyun continues to moan as you stir her insides with every thrust. 

"Oh, it feels so good. I love feeling your cock inside me." You watch Dahyun's face as she says that and more. Her eyes are closed, her cheeks flush and turning her milky skin a light shade of red. Wanting to see more of her, you pull out and turn her around. "What are you doing?" She asks before you ram your cock back into her. You hold her thighs and move to her ass, lifting her. Dahyun clutches you tightly as gravity brings her down, forcing your cock deeper. "Oh, God!" She cries as you start bucking your hips. Dahyun rises and falls quickly, your cock slamming into her. You can feel her nails dig into your skin as Dahyun's moans grow louder and her walls begin to squeeze down on your cock. "I'm gonna cum…I'm cumming!" She screams. While she goes through the throes of ecstasy, you continue thrusting. You give Dahyun a hard strike on her bottom as she cums.

"That’s it, Dahyun, cum for me." You say before kissing her. Dahyun returns it with enthusiasm; you play with her tongue as she comes down from her high. She mumbles something while you do so. "What was that, Dahyun?"

"I want you to cum inside me. I can feel your cock throbbing." It was true you were getting close to your orgasm, and hearing Dahyun's invitation, you accepted it. You start to thrust into her like a piston; Dahyun wraps her legs around you as you get closer. Kissing Dahyun, you begin to unload inside her. Dahyun's eyes widen for a moment before closing as she enjoys your warm cum filling her. Her grip on you softens as you press her back against the window. You break the kiss when you feel empty, despite Dahyun trying to milk you for more. You lay Dahyun down on the bed and watch her chest rise and fall. Your cum flows out of her pussy. Dahyun doesn't rest for long, instead lifting herself up and kneeling on the floor. She grabs your cock and strokes it. "I want a taste here, too," she says while using your cock to trace her lips. She pops the head of your cock in her mouth, using her tongue to lick it clean.

"You got a lot better at this, Dahyun. Have you been practicing with someone else?" Dahyun shakes her head vigorously. 

"No, I've bought a toy to use. I wanted to get better for you." She says while stroking your cock, covering her hand in cum and her nectar. Dahyun licks her hand clean before showing you she drank it all.

Patting her head, you praise her, "Such a good girl you are, Dahyun." She just smiles at you before going back to your cock. Dahyun's tongue works the underside of your cock while she bobs her head. You moan as she presses the head against the inside of her cheek. 

"Guck, I'm going to cum if you keep this up, Dahyun." She looks up from her position to meet your eyes. As you look into hers, they tell you to cum down her throat. Dahyun struggles to hold herself to the base of your cock but stays as long as she can, hoping you cum at that moment. She begins to massage your balls, increasing your pleasure. You start thrusting your hips gently; Dahyun closes her eyes and lets you use her mouth. "Drink it all, Dahyun," you say as you move a little faster. You stuff Dahyun's mouth as you begin to give her a taste of what she wants. Greedily, she drinks all the cum you give her. Even after you've finished cumming, Dahyun continues to suck on your cock before eventually feeling satisfied. On shaky legs, Dahyun stands; you lift her and place her back on the bed.

"That was great, Dahyun." You say while panting.

"You were great; I'm so full." She says while rubbing her stomach. You sit beside Dahyun and pat her back. 

"So, do you still want to go out, Dahyun?" 

"I do." There's a brief pause, "I'll just have to get rid of my manager for a bit." Dahyun turns to face you, "can you hold me for a little bit?"

"Of course, Dahyun." You lay next to Dahyun and hold her close while she wraps her hands around you.

[yeehawbvby]

Thanks for answering! Anything in that same tone/vibe of in too deep im 100% down for. I like the chemistry the reader and arven have a lot! And of course the NSFW stuff. Anything with the same feel 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨

No problem at all! :D You got it~ 

I kept the same cheeky dynamic as In Too Deep, but the reader is a little bit more of a gremlin in this one. Also, I couldn’t stop myself from writing Arven as much more of a top/dom than in previous fics LMAO. I hope you don’t mind!! x

Home, Sweet Home | Arven x GN!Reader

Note: In case anyone is new here, please note that I headcanon Arven as an adult! Please consider this aged up if I’m proven wrong in the future.

Rating: Mature/Explicit | WC: 1,965 (Got a little carried away lol)

“Finally, we’re home,” you exclaim as you drop your backpack and flop onto the bed in Arven’s dorm. 

“One of us is,” he grumbles under his breath. 

“Come on, dude. We’ve spent the past week together, what’s one more night gonna cost you?” 

The past 7 days have been spent traveling across Paldea with your friend. Finding and battling a few Titan Pokémon, getting a gym challenge out of the way over in Cascarrafa, and staying in hotels rather than camping so as to not scare your teams and each other away with your smells. It’s been fun, but you’re both exhausted and happy to be back in Mesagoza.

Arven deadpans you from his spot, leaning against the kitchen counter with a cup of water in hand. “My sanity,” he finally answers before taking a sip.

You snort. “Y’lost that ages ago.”

Squinting, Arven puts down his beverage and saunters over to you. “Maybe,” he says as he kneels on the bed, placing his palms on either side of you. “Just maybe, it’s because you’ve been driving me insane.”

Being in such a compromising position under your crush, your heart nearly beats right out of your chest. There’s always been some kind of tension between the two of you, but nothing you could put your finger on. You hope to Arceus that your face isn’t as flushed as it feels while you contemplate the possibility of Arven being just as attracted to you as you are to him.

You work past your nerves, in hopes of finally getting what you want from him. “I’ll take that as a compliment,” you retort with a smug grin. 

“Why would you do that?” Arven mutters, leaning down further. He looks annoyed, but speaks with a playful hint in his tone. 

Your faces are only a few inches apart, and Arven’s fringe threatens to poke your eye out. You’re hit with a surge of confidence as you brush his tresses away, twirling the thick blonde and brown strands between your fingertips.

“‘Cause…” You accidentally shudder when his breath, minty from a recently discarded stick of gum, tickles your face. “This feels more like a reward than anything.” 

Now able to see both of Arven’s eyes, you see them widen just a smidge before a devious smirk curves onto his lips. “Does it?” He leans in a little further, shifting onto his forearms.

With your vision plastered onto his lips, you nod and bring your palm to his temple. Cupping his face, but still keeping his hair out of your way. “Mhm.”

When your eyes veer up again, you notice his are trained on your own lips. He leans in again, sighs, and this time when he speaks, his mouth just barely brushes up against yours. “Why does it feel like you’re being a little perv right now?” His words are barely a whisper.

“Why does it feel like you like that I’m being a little perv?” 

A short laugh escapes Arven, and then another whisper. “Fuck you.” Then, his lips lock onto yours. 

You’d expected his kisses – if you ever so happened to receive them – to be soft, and a little rough around the edges. But this is just rough. 

You accidentally allow a tiny whimper to escape your throat as Arven wrestles his lips against yours. His breaths are heavy, and he’s growing greedier with every little smack against one another. Letting his large hands cup your face. Trailing one down your side. Bringing it back up and gently cupping it around your neck. He quietly yet devilishly laughs at your reactive moan, giving your throat a squeeze before lifting his straying hand to your cheek again. 

With the same hand that lightly choked you, Arven trails his thumb just underneath your mouth. As your kiss unlocks, and before you can go in for more, Arven takes your bottom lip under his thumb and pulls down slightly; leaving you open-mouthed, as he slips his tongue into your gasp. A satisfied hum escapes you both as your tongues twirl in tandem.

Arven pulls away just enough to mutter the few words you’ve been yearning to hear: Your name, followed by, “I really wanna fuck you.”

“Please.”

Arven leans up onto both knees, and you have to swallow back a whine as you watch him undo his belt with darkened irises. “Get undressed and flip over,” he commands. 

Oh.

“‘Kay,” you shyly answer. Comes out breathy and you’re a little embarrassed by that, but you barely care what you sound like. You’re about to get railed by Arven Sada-Turo and that’s the only thought that matters in your horny little mind right now.

Doing as he says, you strip yourself of your tie and short sleeved uniform top, as well as any undergarments you might have had on. Your eyes don’t leave Arven’s body as he does the same, exposing his beautifully stocky torso to you. Looks like a damn god beneath the rays of moonlight coming from his bedside window. The beams deliciously carve against each muscle in his arm and each curve on his tummy.

After impatiently fumbling to untie the string on your shorts, you finally rid yourself of them, as well as your socks and underwear. You feel a bit self-conscious, having your body so exposed like this, but the thought leaves your head when you lift your vision back up to Arven. 

Oh Arceus, that’s his dick. 

Arven’s dick is just a few feet in front of you. 

Has every dick you’ve seen looked this nice? Because you can’t remember ever finding anyone’s dick attractive before, but here you are, fucking ogling at his dick above all else.

“So slow…” Arven mumbles. You don’t need to look at his face to hear the smile in his voice as he complains that you’re basking in his naked body.

Leaning down a bit to reach you, Arven takes your hips beneath his palms and flips you over, propping you up on your hands and knees. You can’t help but look back over your shoulder, watching him as he drinks in the view of your body beneath him. He takes each of your asscheeks beneath his hands and rubs, then squeezes them tight, eliciting another whimper from you. 

“So needy,” Arven teases in response. His gaze meets yours and you squint at him. You don’t feel up for a snarky remark. You just want him to do something to you already.

As if Arceus heard your prayers, Arven pops his finger into his mouth, lowers it to your hole, and slowly inches it inside of you. Your eyes roll shut as you moan at the feeling, letting yourself bury your face into his pillow. His digit kindles a fire in your stomach with every preparative movement it makes. You hear him spit, and the next thrust feels much more lubricated. As he adds a second finger, and then then a third, pleasured tears form on your lash line.

“Shhh,” he hushes you, leaning his torso over yours. Fuck, you hadn’t even realized how loud your groans were becoming. “You want the entire floor to hear you?” he mutters into the crook of your neck before lightly nibbling it.

You shake your head, not trusting your voice to respond adequately. A quiet whine of protest is wrung from you as he removes his fingers. 

“You gonna be able to keep that pretty little mouth shut?”

“Yeah…” you lie between your teeth. As if his sweet nothings aren’t threatening to make you moan on their lonesome.

Your breath hitches when you feel something much thicker than a finger tease at your entrance. Peeking over your shoulder again, your eyes lock, and stay that way as Arven enters you. He’s the first to break, shutting his eyes and placing his forehead against yours while one of his hands self-soothingly squeezes your butt.

“Fuck,” Arven mutters. 

Slowly but surely, he continues rocking his hips into you. Back and forth, like a pendulum fading out of its rhythm. You know he’s probably just trying to last, but you want more. You need more.

“Harder,” you beg, “Fuck, please.”

Arven’s eyelids open, exposing his beautifully hungry aquamarine gaze to you. Sliding his bottom lip between his teeth, he grins, thrusting into you much harder than he has been. 

“Ahh, fuck!”

A shaky laugh escapes your lover. “S’that better?”

“Yes, so much… oh god, Arven!”

Still smiling, Arven steals your lips into another kiss. You feel his hand moving up your body, blunt nails lightly scratching from the small of your back up to your nape. Finally, he brings his palm up to your chin. He pulls away from your smooches just enough to slide his hand over your mouth and press down.

“Thought you were gonna be quiet for me,” he remarks, his eyes stabbing into your own. 

The only response you can muster is to moan into his hand. You’re flustered by the nonstop eye contact during this intimate little dance you two are doing, but something about that vulnerability turns you on more. Noticing how much you seem to be enjoying this, Arven pumps into you faster. Like a true gentleman, he uses his smooth, husky voice to further immerse you in the experience.

“You sound so cute,” he mutters, a shit-eating grin painting his features. “F-fuck, you feel so nice… y’must really like that I’m taking so much control, don’t you?” You nod, and he crashes into you with even more force. A low moan emits from him, making you shiver, before he keeps talking you through this. “Yeah? You like it when I use you like this?” 

You nod again, whining beneath his grip. Absolutely blissed out. He’s so fucking hot. It’s a shame you can’t tell him what you’re thinking, but that’s alright, because something about him using his gigantic hand to shut you up while he talks down to you is invigorating.

In the next few seconds, you feel the muscles in your body begin to tighten. A particularly loud, muffled whine escapes you, and Arven does you the favor of removing his hand from your face, placing it against the back of your head. 

“Ahah, fuck, Arven!” You’re cautious to keep as quiet as you can, but boy, if it isn’t a struggle. “I’m gonna...!” 

As you slightly push your ass back against Arven’s hips, you feel his cock harden and twitch inside you. He shuts his eyes and lets out a hearty groan before dipping into another sloppy kiss. You moan and nearly-deliriously laugh into his lips as you both cum. The feeling of him filling you heightens the sensation, leaving your orgasm satisfying from start to finish. 

After you’re both done, Arven practically collapses onto you, forcing your body down to the bed with an “Oof!”

Unable to believe that this finally fucking happened, you lay limp for a few moments while Arven catches his breath.

“Holy shit,” he mumbles against your shoulder.

“You’re tellin’ me…” 

Arven slips out of you and rolls onto his back. Feeling too lazy to get up and towel off just yet, you stay where you are, only turning your head to face it towards Arven. When you look at him, he’s already looking at you. 

“Great job out there, sport,” he jokes.

You choke out a giggle and meet his fist bump. “Fucking nerd,” you sass, unable to hide your wide grin from him as he tangles your fingers between his.

The two of you lay like this for a few minutes as your exhaustion from all the traveling amongst other things catches up to you. Until you get up to clean yourselves up, the only movements consist of planting kisses and soft, experimental touches against one another.

[mrstsung]

My hc mk12/mk1 shang tsung self ship au quotes:

*note i only do my hc version of mk12/mk1 shang tsung. This is also just for fun. So canon divergent extreme. Because i have kollectively decided that the storymode is shit,the narrative is shit,and my hc verse is just a young master shang tsung in outworld during his time under the corrupt regime of edenia and outworld. Under shao Kahn's heelboot. That being said enjoy.*

Cw:language,(also it's mortal kombat you should know better),canon divergence,some nsft implications,some angst,self indulgent to hell. Not an x reader. If there is anything i forgot lemme know so i can properly citation this. <3

Green is shang

Purple is me

💚🐍💚🐍💚🐍💚🐍💚🐍💚🐍💚🐍💚🐍💚

"If you can be anything,be a menace to them my dear,much more fulfilling"

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"Why should i trust you?"

"The question you actually wish to ask my dear,is why not? But also can i afford not to? What alternative is there truly? The emperor cares not for earthrealmers,i should know. I was once one of them."

"Fair point. I don't like anyone here. And i need to get back home somehow. So im stuck with you."

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"You're lucky he's dead,he would have eaten you....though you have a sweet little soul. I think he may get cavities" *chuckles*

"Are you always this a sarcastic insufferable dick?"

"No,but for you it's just too fun not to be beautiful"

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*scenario: hiding from warrior guards. Me n shang unfortunately are hiding in a compromising position. And he's kinda feelin the cobra rise*

"I think we lost them shang"

*notices somethin be poking me back*

"Wait...is that....*whisperes heavily* SHANG!"

*blushes and turns away* "apologizes my dear"

"Ugh" *blushing*

"Could you really blame a man though?,you do have a rather...pleasing posterior"

*blushes harder and gets more mad n flustered* (look im tsundere af im easy to tease. Shang would have a field day with me)

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*shang reading a book. Sees me walk into his bed chambers with nothing on but a big ol shirt.*

*puts the book down*

"Oh my,well well. Don't you look delectable ♡"

"It's nothing really. I mean it's a simple big black shirt i had in my backpack,Nothing special. I mean i packed very lightly before i fell into this weird mess of a realm."

"Even so. It fits you oh so nicely. Shows all of your greatest....assets."

"Stop shang,you're just trying to make me feel better" *looks away,kinda feeling low about appearance*

"No,no i mean it. You're beautiful. You think of everyone but yourself. Take care of everyone else but you. You deserve the best in life. And i wouldn't settle for less than. Neither should you."

*sits me in front of a mirror in his bed chambers*

"My dear look at your curves,your hair how it flows. Your beautiful lips. Your dark eyes with yearning. A fire and passion burns in your soul,waiting to be free. And if you let me,and ask of me. I shall help set it free. Free from worry,pain,never again will you doubt yourself."

"I dunno shang,i just think of myself as well...me. nothin really that special."

*shang thinking he needs a better approach. As he realizes flattery can get so far. Though he genuinely means every word. He thinks to himself "this woman has a worried mind,and has been hurt before perhaps." *

"Nonsense! You look at me *lifts my head with finger under my chin* you are special. I have seen into your very soul. You are unique. Every one is. But you,see me as i am. Not as i say. With you i dont need to hide. No honeyed words can sway you,tho your face blushes red. Nothing that i have done so far strays you from me. Even now i show you my place of dwelling and though i am but the emperors courtly mage i still am forced to live in a more less than ideal home. All the gold and treasures you see before is through tournaments in the Coliseum. Nothing but trinkets either from the emperor for being a "good dog" or from the crowds to see slaughter for the bloodsport of the gods. Yet this doesn't frighten you,or turn you from me. I know that feeling of not liking what you see before you. But believe me when i say. A body will rot. But the soul....ah the soul my dear lives on for eternity. It's the truest of ones self. And within you i see a rose among the gardens of weeds and pompous fools gold. A heart that i honestly and deeply can say is Phoenix like. Noble,beautiful, and rising above such insects below you."

"Shang...i...dunno what else to say,i mean I'm flattered but.... Did you mean all that?"

"Every word my dear,every word. But dont just take my words,believe in yourself. Please. I dont like seeing you be so hard on yourself. A man such as i,can not truly pass. But you do,and can. Wish not for a life not worth lived. And loved."

"Shang,i....thank you"

*embraces shang in a deep hug*

*shang embraces back*

(Oof sorry i got carried away there. 😅 but i thought of a scenario where in all honesty i may feel a lil inadequacy in edenia/outworld. Because everyone there looks "appealing" while i feel like an outsider, which i am technically. But fr it would feel awkward. And basically shang telling me. That my looks dont matter my heart and soul does. And edenians and outworlders have a tendency to be fake af and he likes my honesty and down to earth vibe. In other words shang likes my homilyness and none of that "person who tries to hard to look good but has a shitty personality and only likes him for what he can give them and not him for him,even when he is old and grey and low on souls and not doin so hot. Etc" crap he may have gotten before with others.)

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"You will not fucking dare harm her!"

"Less you lose your head reiko"

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"Shang....what are you doing?"

"Clearly smoking and pondering the universes secrets" *takes a hit from his hookah*

*snickers* "what does the universe tell you oh wise and deep one?"

"It tells me that if you keep up that snark you may find yourself on the receiving end on my dragon's claws" *gestures with clawed rings*

*blush*

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"Ah fuck, quick! what do i do now shang?!"

"If you Kill their pride they'll usually fall down"

*hits the opponent in the balls so hard that it would make 95 johnny cage proud*

"Not exactly what i ment but that'll work"

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*me n shang bathing together*

"You know,I've noticed that your sweet side is you best side"

"Well that's a Good thing to hear,because you're the only one who's seen it"

*kisses my forehead*

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*this is suggestive.

So take it as you want.>:3c hee hee*

"That's....like a lot shang."

"Apologizes dear,it's been a while"

"How about i clean that up for you? *flirty look*

"I'd like that very much ♡"

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Well that's all for now. May make some more later.

💚🐍💋

[andypantsx3]

This is going to sound weird, but do you have any tips on how to gain traction as a fanfic writer? I've been trying for years and I get next to no interaction on my writing. I know I shouldn't care because I should be writing for myself, but it's still frustrating to see other writers get thousands of notes, and reblogs and asks praising their fics and I get maybe 20 likes. I've been looking into discord fandom groups but a lot of them don't allow people over 30, and I don't do well with busy groups anyway. I try to be active on my blog, and interact with other people and make myself approachable, but I'm getting so incredibly tired of talking to an empty space. Sorry, I think I ended up venting instead >_<

WARNING: DISCOURSE AHEAD

Omg hello my love!! First of all, I'm so sorry you feel this way! I have so many conflicting thoughts on this, let me try to get them in order for you!!

I guess, let me first start with some tips that I think actually answer your question, and then I'll just monologue about the ways I've been thinking about fandom recently, and you can skip that part if you wanna!

Part 1: Actual Thoughts on Your Question (lol)

I am possibly not in the best position to ask about this because I mostly happened to be in the right place at the right time, publishing my fics in the early part of the pandemic when people were more actively engaging in the fandom. But in my experience, outside of discord groups, other good ways to meet people and get your work out there are joining zines & collabs.

I'm not completely up-to-date with what the accounts are now that track these things, but there are several tumblrs and twitter accounts like BNHA Zines that exist to retweet & publicize zine posts. Look for zines that are in the interest check & application stages!! You can apply during the application phase and the good thing is that most zines will ask for an application piece and will judge you on your work rather than your follower count!!

Collabs are usually even easier because many of them are just open to whoever wants to join! I've only participated in server collabs but I've seen several posts cross my dash that are open to anyone. I'd probably monitor the collaboration and x reader tags on tumblr and join in on anything that looks fun!!

Another thing that I've noticed people do a lot is self-reblog their fics a couple times just to maximize their circulation. I've seen a lot of moots trying to make sure they hit good hours for different time zones and different days of the week to ensure their followers are at least aware that they've posted something if they don't have notifs on (I don't have notifs on so I'm grateful for these because otherwise I miss a lot!!). Even I have srb'd a time or two if I'm particularly proud of something lol.

And I think, if I also wanted to be a shark about things, I would try to get in on the ground floor of a fandom in its early stages!! For example, the second season of JJK is coming out soon and it's sure to bring a wave of new readers to the JJK fandom, especially for the characters like Gojo and Getou who look like they're gonna be the main focus of the season.

I think if you wanted to be extra sharp about things, you might time a fic release with some of the first couple episodes of a new season where you can be sure more people than usual will be poking around in the tags!! And if your fic is published during the early stages of a fandom, it's going to have more eyes on it overall than a fic published towards the conclusion of the series.

Anyway this is what I could think of. I hope this advice is practical and useful!! Now onto me blathering.

Part 2: Resisting Influencer Culture in Fandom Spaces

This part might be kind of controversial. I want to first acknowledge how easy it is for me to think and say these sorts of things when I'm already more than pleased with the amount of engagement I get. And I want to recognize that it is so, so deeply human to want recognition, community, and support for the things that we write.

I think it is so completely natural that you want interaction on your writing. All of us totally do, otherwise we wouldn't be publishing it publicly. If our work was truly, singularly for us and us alone, we'd keep it in the drafts lol. We put it out there hoping for praise and appreciation and connection, and in my opinion there is no shame in that.

So, admission time: I also definitely compare myself to other writers, and I have several times thought about transitioning more towards the type of content that drives higher note counts on tumblr: smuttier one-shots usually under 10k! I can see a huge difference in terms of just my own work on how my one-shots typically do in comparison to chaptered fics. And I definitely see how fast smutty imagines shoot up there in terms of note count.

But I was listening to a podcast episode recently on trying to sort of transition away from a metrics-focused approach to fandom. In the podcast, they talk about how in trying to legitimize fanfic as a literary mechanism, we've also sort of accidentally subjected it to our capitalist-influencer-mindset, where we see fic as more legitimate the more kudos it gets or the more followers it nets you, because in traditional influencer spaces, those followers are potential capital.

I'm definitely not saying you or I see people as potential revenue streams, but I think probably neither of us are immune to the culture at large, and we both probably carry some of internalized sense of our own value based on metrics, reach, and influence. And that sucks!!!!

Fandom, of all things, is supposed to be a specifically anti-capitalist space. We can't make money off of fanfic or fanart (legally, anyway lol), and we're all not the owners of the franchises either so none of our takes are necessarily more "valid" or weightier than others!! We're all supposed to just be trading stories around a campfire with no thought to their literary merit or monetary value. We're just supposed to enjoy the stories.

So, I don't know what the right answer is about how to try to resist the influences of our capitalist culture at large; I'm hoping someone smarter than me will tell me. But I do know that in fanfic, the value of your story can absolutely never be determined by how much engagement you get. Because fandom is not about metrics, and there is no inherent value in metrics. There is only the fun you had creating the story, and the depth of the connection you made with someone over it--even if that's just one other person.

And so I personally am at least trying to resist the lure of transitioning to smutty one-shots even though I think a lot of people would like that. Because what I like doing is writing my little 30k multi-chaps; those are my fave kinds of stories to tell, I'm not letting my metrics tell me what I should be writing.

I hope, at the very least, you know that your worth and the value of your story is not defined by how many other people have read it. And if you ever wanna chat more about this let me know, I'm still figuring this all out myself and could use friends to explore it with!!

[cantforgetaboutmunson]

While my guitar gently weeps ~ Max Mayfield

Song: While my guitar gently weeps - The Beatles

Summary: Max finds solace with you one night, after a particularly rough nightmare. While sitting in your room, she asks you play a song for her.

Pairing: Max Mayfield x gn!Reader

Warnings: Angsty, swearing, mentions of death/grieving, mentions of Billy, fluffy moments here and there.

Notes: This is a bit of a long one, sorry. I haven’t written anything like this in 5 years, so please bear with me. The idea popped into my head earlier this week and I just have a soft spot for Max. Plus the song just seemed fitting in my mind, especially since it came out in 1968. I also made the reader like 1-2 years older than the younger kids. Just so them having a job made more sense. Reader and Max aren’t together in this one, but they both know of the others feelings. You can listen to the song throughout this one if you want :)

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Coming home from the late shift at the Arcade was not something I was thrilled about. The smell of sweat along with an overwhelming stench of old pizza made me feel slightly sick, but hey, it pays well and I couldn’t complain too much. My parents were out of town visiting one of my relatives so it was just me at home. Not that I minded too much. Placing my keys down on the coffee table, I headed towards my room, passing the kitchen on the way.

I wasn’t all that hungry. I had eaten a late dinner with Steve and Robin after they were done with their shifts at Family Video. It was nice working next to them. During breaks, I would go next door and poke fun at Steve for another one of his failed attempts at keeping a girls attention. Robin would join in occasionally and the both of us found enjoyment through Steve’s deflated expression. It was all in good fun. All of us teasing each other on our love lives, or lack there of. Steve and I would tease Robin about Vickie, the Robin and I would tease Steve, and they would tease me about my feelings for Max.

It’s not like I haven’t told her how I feel. I have, I swear, it’s just that neither one of us has really spoken on where this goes for our relationship. At least, not anymore than we already have. She wants to take things slow, she’s still processing things after the whole Starcourt fiasco, which I completely understand. Even if her and Billy weren’t on the best of terms, he was still her brother. She’d talk to me about him from time to time, only when she was ready to speak on it though. I’ve never wanted to pressure her to talk to me, so I just let her come to me when she feels comfortable. I care about Max, more than I originally thought I would, and I only want the best for her.

I was finishing changing out of my work clothes and into a pair of shorts and a hoodie, when I heard a series of knocking at my front door. I wasn’t really expecting anyone. I looked at the clock on my nightstand, it read 10:37. Maybe it was Dustin? He did have a tendency to bike over to my house when he had nothing better to do.

Upon opening the door, I don’t see Dustin. Instead I’m met with Max, who looked like she had ridden her skateboard all the way over here. She was breathing heavily and it looked like she had some tear tracks on her face that were slightly dried. From the wind blowing in her face you think.

I looked at her concerned, “Max? What’re you doing here? It’s kinda late.”

She rolled her eyes at me slightly and was rolling on the balls of her feet. She was avoiding looking at me in the eyes and it made me feel more worried.

“Mom’s not at home tonight and I didn’t feel like being by myself. Are you going to let me in or what?”, she said while looking at the wind chimes my mom hung up by the door.

Upon realizing that I haven’t given her space to come in, I frantically open the door a bit more, “Oh yeah! Yeah, yeah, come in. I’m sorry for not letting you in sooner.”

She brushes off my apologies and walks right past me to my room. I locked the door and walked behind her. She got there before me and was laying on my bed, her back towards me. It was quiet for a moment. I didn’t want to accidentally set her off by asking her what was wrong when I knew she probably wouldn’t want me asking that. I leaned against the door frame to my room and just played with the loose string on my shorts.

“You don’t have to stand by the door like a creep, you know. Especially in your own home”, Max said with her back still turned. “Come over here”, she paused, “Please?”

Immediately I started walking over to my bed and sat up, leaning on my headboard. Her back was close to my thigh and all I wanted to do was touch her. Just so she knows that I’m here and she’s not alone.

She turns over suddenly and I can see the furrow in her brows as she’s thinking. Of what, I don’t know. I reach over and rub my thumb between her brows and her face contorts back to one of neutrality.

“You’re going to get premature wrinkles if you keep thinking so hard like that.”

She fixes her gaze on me and flicks my thigh, “Shut up asshole.”, as she then looks away from me, hiding a small smile. I count that as a personal victory.

A minute passes, neither of us talking. Just the sound of us breathing and Max leaning into the hand that was playing with her hair. She seemed content for now, and so was I. As long as she was no longer crying.

“I miss him, you know?”, she says quietly. I look down at her to see that her eyes were flicking between looking up at me and looking at something in my room, that I couldn’t pinpoint.

“I miss him sometimes. The smell of his cologne mixed with cigarettes. Him blaring his music in his room when Neil wasn’t home. I even miss him getting annoyed at me for being late to his car.” The hand that was playing with her hair was now being held in her hand. My thumb as rubbing back and fourth on top of her hand. She sniffed and looked at our hands, “I had a nightmare. That’s why I came here. I couldn’t go back to sleep and the more I tried, the more pathetic I felt. Pathetic at the fact that I can’t be by myself anymore without feeling so alone. Pathetic at the fact that even though he was a shitty brother, he was still my brother and one of the only pieces of family I had left. Pathetic at the fact that I’m rambling about this to you when I know you probably have better things to do but the think is, I don’t feel safe with anyone but you.”

I’m stunned by her words. She’s never said that much in a short amount of time. A warm feeling blossoms in my chest at the fact that she feels safe with me. Out of all of our friends, it’s me she wants to be around.

“I don’t think it’s pathetic honey. You’ve never been pathetic to me. Never ever. You’re one of the strongest girls I’ve ever met. I’m always going to be here for you. No matter the time of day, you can come to me and I’ll be here with open arms. I care about you Max. I always have and I always will.”

She looks up to me and a small smile breaks out onto her face. She squeezes my hand and starts to sit up. Leaning on the headboard with me, she looks to the other side of the room, “Can you play the song? For me?”, she says quietly.

I knew what song she was talking about. It was one of the songs that I learned early on in our friendship, thanks to Eddie’s guitar lessons, and she would ask me to play it for her when she comes over. I walk over to my guitar and make my way back to her.

I pluck the first couple of chords until eventually the soft tune starts filling the room.

“I look at you all

See the love there that's sleeping

While my guitar gently weeps”

I feel a weight against my shoulder as I continue strumming along with the words. I wasn’t the best singer, in my opinion, but that never stopped me from playing it for Max. All she had to do was look at me with her beautiful eyes and I would do absolutely anything to keep the sparkle of wonder that remained in them.

“I don't know why nobody told you

How to unfold your love

I don't know how someone controlled you

They bought and sold you”

My head slowly lowered down to lean against hers on my shoulder. This had become second nature to me. Max and me, sitting on my bed, with her close to me, and listening to the same song every time she comes over. This was our new normal now. Away from the Upside Down, away from demodogs and demogorgons. With or without the use of labels between Max and I, it doesn’t matter to me at the moment. She matters to me. Right here, right now.

“With every mistake

We must surely be learning

Still my guitar gently weeps”

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I hope y’all enjoyed that one! I tried my hardest to make it all flow together and hopefully y’all could understand where I was going with it. I’m also hoping I didn’t make too many errors. Maybe I’ll write more like this in the future but for now, thank you for reading :)

Nic <3

[kookieswan]

Sweet Blood - V

PolyDemon!TaeKook x OccultStudent!Reader (f)

Word Count: 2.4k

Genre: Demon!AU, slight fluff and some suggestive content. 

Warnings: Light dirty talk, some allusion to sexual activity. JK is very horny lmao.

Summary: You thought demons were supposed to hide under your bed, not cuddle inside of your fluffy pink blankets with you.

Notes: Well, things are starting to get interesting 😊

Masterlist found here! ❤️

Tags: @parkdatjimin @jookiemonie

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“Well, all of the stuff in this book is total bullshit.” Glancing up from where you’ve buried your nose into a book, you notice Jungkook looking borderline pissed off while Taehyung kind of scoffs. You can’t blame at all at this point, the research you’ve done so far has been tedious and kind of dumb.

“Hm, the same with mine. I have never in my demonic life eaten anyone’s bones for fun… Although, I suppose I could if I so pleased.” Taehyung grins at you from across the table, pearly white teeth glinting from the shine of the dim light. Unimpressed, you blink at him slowly before going back to your book titled ‘Demons: Why they suck’. A quite fascinating read you think. Jungkook bristles beside you again before slapping his own book onto the table with a huff.

“This is ridiculous. I don’t have a damn tail for fucks sake, and even if I did, it wouldn’t look like this.” The man gestures to the drawing in the book, which is wildly obscure from what both men actually look like. You can’t help but to snort at the image, a huge tail covering most of the demon depicted in the obscure art. Letting out a tiny hum, you decide to ask a question that’s been burning in the back of your mind since you arrived.

“So, do you guys always look like how you look right now, or…?” Flipping through your own book, you see a plethora of different demons that can roam the earth. The boys look nothing like them though, they just look human with a bit of flare. Jungkook glances to Taehyung, and the paler demon shrugs, flicking at his long nails a few times

“I see no reason to not tell her. No dove, this is probably a much more pleasing version of myself compared to others, and the same goes for him. Just think of something monstrous and multiply it a few times, and perhaps you can imagine how grotesque Jungkookie and I can look if we so wish. That wouldn’t do much to attract potential sexual partners though.” So, they’re essentially able to turn themselves into walking nightmare fuel for funsies. Great.

“On the flip side, we can also look completely human, with normal eyes and skin… We just see no reason to cloak ourselves right now since it’s dead as hell in here.” It’s true, you waltzed into the library without even seeing a single person working. Kind of an odd occurrence actually, its not that late yet… It is a Tuesday though.

“Which is fantastic because I’m not sure how we’d explain the horns to people of they asked… Well fuck, this has been an absolute bust.” You came here to find answers and instead found jack shit. Jungkook suddenly leans in from your side and pokes your cheek lightly with his nail, a strangely endearing smile on his face as he shrugs in mock defeat.

“Oh no, I guess well have to stay with you longer. How terrible.” Just as Tae breathes out the words, the lights of the library flicker wildly, the building groaning as if it’s being moved by something. You flinch, unconsciously moving closer to Jungkook. Sure, he’s a spooky demon man but he seems to like you enough to not let you die terribly. He pats your thigh a few times, mumbling out that its really nothing to worry about. Taehyung, however, lets out a near growl.

“Well, that could be a problem. I didn’t think he’d follow me here of all places. Didn’t waste any time either…” A long sigh leaves Taehyung as you meet Jungkook’s eyes, and he looks just as confused as you feel. Jungkook makes a move to speak before the ground under you actually rumbles, shaking the seats you all set in for a moment before settling. You stare at Taehyung pointedly before leaning forward, both in fear slight concern.

“Who exactly is ‘he’? You really gotta stop with this cryptic shit man, I don’t know how much longer I can deal with it. I mean, we’re bound by our souls, right? That means we’re practically soulmates, so you have to tell me...” Feeling rather brazen, you lean across the dark wood table and poke at Taehyung’s arm. You’re more prepared this time for the shocking temperature of his body, but its still an oddity that he’s so cold to the touch.

“Soulmates with a cute little dove and Jungkookie? What a dream come true, I can only imagine how intese our late night romps would be. I’ll answer any questions you have; you only need ask. To answer your former question, there’s another demon I’ve been having a bit of a… quarrel with, if you will. It seems he wants us to know he’s aware of my location.” The man almost looks endeared by the sentiment, but you choose to ignore that as he grabs your finger and leaves a quick peck against it before letting it go.

“He’s not going to rip my soul out and eat me, right? That wouldn’t be very cash money of him.” Jungkook actually laughs at your nonsense while Taehyung looks confused, eyebrows raised as he glances between Jungkook and yourself.

“You youngins and your odd behavior. He won’t eat you unless he wants us to rip his throat out. If anything happens to you, well also be affected, and we can’t have that. So yes, before you even ask, we’re going to be watching you quite closely to make sure you don’t somehow die.” How lovely for you. You’re just trying to get through the semester and instead you have to deal with these two and whatever the fuck might want to eat you. Cool.

“Time to head home. I’m fucking exhausted.” Packing up all the books you acquired earlier, you glance around the library once again. Its closer to closing time, but you still haven’t seen a single soul. Maybe the demons were human repellent, and everyone decided it would be better to just steer clear. If only you could do the same. Standing from your spot, both of them men crowed around you, eyes trained on your face before Taehyung holds out a hand.

“Do you trust us?” You stare at them before nodding your head slightly, unsure of what’s to come next. Both men take one of your hands, holding them tightly before grabbing on to each other. They’re both smiling creepily, toothy grins matching each other in some sort of fucked up excitement.

“Close your eyes, it might make it a little better for you. The first time is never easy.” With that, you close your eyes and fall into darkness.

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“So, this is cozy.” Your room is dimly lit with fairy lights, and you’re surrounded by warm blankets in your bed. That’s not an issue, but the two large demons on either side of you definitely are. Letting out a long sigh, you try to arrange yourself and accidentally kick Jungkook’s bare leg. Deserved after he decided to use one of your plushies as a pillow. 

“Oh yeah, sharing a full-sized bed with two full sized naked demon men and being squished between them is great. Real nice.” It’s actually super nice, but you’ll never tell. You’d rather eat your own fist. The mixture of Taehyung’s cold body and Jungkook’s steaming one seems to make the perfect temperature, and oddly, you feel… safe. 

“Oh, come now dove, there’s no need to be so grumpy.” Feeling Taehyung’s cold breath hit your cheek, you try not to twitch too much… You did this to yourself. The puppy eyes Jungkook gave you when you told him to sleep in the tub had nearly made you coo even though they were black depths of nothingness. 

You had agreed begrudgingly, knowing that they never take things innocently. Without waiting, they had walked right in and practically ripped all of their clothes off, claiming they didn’t have any pajamas. Jungkook had almost taken his briefs off before you trapped his writes desperately to stop him. Said man let’s out a small giggle, voice sounding mischievous as it rings out. 

“You did invite us to sleep in your cute little pink bed with you, sweet thing. No worries though, we’ll be on our best behavior.” Best behavior your ass. Jungkook’s foot keeps running up against your shin every time he shifts, and Taehyung already has his arm flopped out over your head, hand dangling dangerously close to your neck. 

“…We’re staying because of the other demon. I’m not sure what his intentions yet are, and I don’t want you getting caught in the crossfire.” Taehyung drawls the words out, but you’re happy he’s at least communicating with you. The more they mention this other demon, the more uncertain you are though. These two have been nice, cordial even, but this other person… Well, you suppose only time will tell if you ever have to deal with them. 

“If your blood spills, it’ll be for us sweetheart. No one else.” Jungkook clucks his tongue, and you roll your eyes over to him just in time to see it running against his lip ring. He gives you a little wink, saucy grin overcoming his face as your morphs into mock disgust. Thank fuck they couldn’t tell how hot you thought they actually were, both of them are quite literally walking sin. Making a show of it, you kick him again in the leg, this time harder and with actual purpose. 

“How relieving to hear. Well then, stay the night by all means, but you really should pitch in for a new bed. I’m having a hard time believing your asses aren’t hanging off the ends.” Taehyung’s ass almost certainly is, but thankfully for the other demon, he’s squished against the wall quite compactly….

“I could actually sleep against the wall instead, just squish myself in there and pretend I don’t exist.” That might ruin the whole temperature control thing but having two gorgeous scantily clad men breath down your neck the whole night is looking like more and more of an issue. 

“As much as I’d love to cuddle my beloved Jungkookie, I’d rather you stay between us. We don’t need the other one slipping through the cracks and snatching you away. If that were to happen, I’m confident Jungkook and I could handle it just fine. You on the other hand…” The pale demon trails off before he brings his hand down to pet your cheek a few times. Not harshly, it’s almost like a caress with how soft his nails scrape across your skin. 

“Through the crack… of the wall…?” There’s the thinnest of divides between your bed and wall, probably not even enough space for you to slip your finger into. Shuddering at the thought, you cuddle back in between the large demons. 

“Oh, are you cold? Let me just-“ The darker demon goes to wrap his arm around you, biceps bulging slightly as he adjusts his position accordingly. In turn, you bring a hand up and pinch where you think his nipple is, making him gasp… in a way that doesn’t sound painful exactly. Taehyung actually has the gall to snort at the situation, hand coming up top grasp at the other demons wrist.

“If she’d want to play with anyone here, it would be me. Come here dove, I’ve got a spot for you right here.” The pale demon doesn’t get much farther before Jungkook wraps himself away and launches himself over the top of your body, practically squishing you under his large frame. 

“Um, excuse me, I think she likes more Taetae. Sweet thing summoned ME first after all, even let me taste that delectable blood.” You can’t see his face, but he sounds unbelievably smug as he says it. Glancing over at ‘Taetae’ he has a calm look on his face, although a thin white eyebrow is raised ever so slightly. Oh no… 

“You honestly believe she’d want a cute little boy like you? Don’t make me laugh Kook.” There’s a tiny sound of you inhaling sharply, as Taehyung has always been kind to Jungkook, just a bit of a tease. It mixes with a deep growl that radiates from Kook’s chest, something sounding like it’s tearing almost. This seems to borderline on something scarier though, the aura of the room shifting. 

“Um, guys… there’s really no need to-“ And then it’s chaos. Jungkook jumps over the top of your body fully to get to Taehyung, and after they grapple to one another there isn’t a moment of peace. They roll around violently, half on top of you and half on the bed as you try and wiggle away. You make it to the corner of your bed, blankets twisted around your body, watching as Jungkook tries to take down Tae to no avail. Not knowing what else to do, you watch the muscles in their backs and abs ripple quietly and enjoy the free show.

“Take it back you old cold-blooded fuck!” Jungkook doesn’t get much farther before he’s put in a headlock, practically laying across Taehyung’s lap as the other holds his head with some sort of twisted affection. The paler slips his fingers through Jungkook’s hair, laying a kiss or two across his head before his voice rumbles out deeply. 

“Oh Jungkookie, that’s no way to talk to your elders. I know you’re very pent up, but remember, we’re guests and shouldn’t be rude. I’m sorry dove, he can be a bit of a brat and when I put him in his place, well...” You try not to look at the very large bulge in Jungkook’s underwear, his dick straining against the fabric quite obviously. It’s clear now Tae was being mean, but for a completely different reason. Letting out a tiny huff, you climb over the men as they watch you quietly, curious of your intentions. Jungkook goes to make a move, but Tae slaps his belly lightly. 

“You two are both huge brats, literal children actually. I’m going to sleep on the couch where I can actually get some peace and quiet for the night.” Before you can even get to the door, an inhuman sound rips through the cracks, smoke bellowing through the frame. Taehyung’s on you not a moment later, pushing your body back into Jungkook who isn’t far behind. You really hope they aren’t trying to look menacing in nothing but their undies.

“Just when I thought we could get nice and comfortable and naked. Prepare yourselves, this could get ugly.” 

[sg2tiger]

This is how the EP8 post-release went, right?

[opalesense]

dinners at diluc’s

kaeya & f!reader & diluc (NSFW)

5.5k words • ~40 min. read

summary: after lightheartedly joking about a threesome for the past few weeks, a drunken kaeya decides to shamelessly suggest that diluc should join in on all the fun.

warnings: alcohol, facefucking, double penetration, bondage, overstimulation, big dicked duo !!

notes: reader is in a relationship with kaeya before all this (kind of a sequel to this!) and thank you so much for 100 followers! i hope you enjoy this as a token of my appreciation <3

DINNERS AT DILUC’S MANOR used to be as rare as a sighting of a dragon in Mondstadt. Though, over the past few months, Diluc and Kaeya have been slowly rebuilding their previously severed bonds over weekly meals together in an effort to achieve some sort of reconciliation. It was mostly my idea, but I’m sure after all these years of unforgiving distance, they were secretly grateful I was the one to finally push them towards reunion. With the strong sense of pride and swelled ego they shared, they wouldn’t outwardly show it, of course.

 Despite the good progress they were finally making now, I won’t forget that it started as a painstaking process.

 At first, the meals were tense and rather snappy, the boys sarcastically ganging up on me for forcing them into a room together when they “clearly had nothing to say to each other,” as Diluc remarked during the first dinner. Kaeya had agreed with silence, rolling his eyes and shaking his head, impatiently waiting for the night to be over. All I could do was sigh and pray things would get better from there.

 But now Kaeya had a drink in his hand, one that was made personally by Diluc despite having kitchen staff who could’ve done it for him. The brothers were riding waves of laughter, reminiscing on good memories and inside jokes with grins planted on both of their faces. They bounced stories off of each other as if they were completing each other’s thoughts, their minds so in sync – just like they used to be when they were growing up together.

 My heart fluttered to see a look of genuine happiness on Kaeya’s face. I could tell he’s been wanting a moment like this, a moment to truly reconnect with his only family, for a long time. And one glance at Diluc told me he was thoroughly enjoying the night as well, his smile breaking the usual stoic façade he upheld. So even after the meal was already finished and the staff had cleared the table then went to their quarters for the night, I sat and listened to their stories despite being unable to contribute anything to the conversation. Even though it was getting late, how could I possibly interrupt this rare moment?

 Then Kaeya had swiftly downed his drink. So he asked for another. And another. Then we collectively moved from the dining room to the living room to warm up by the fireplace. Kaeya asked for another drink. Then one more.

 “Kaeya, don’t you think that’s enough to drink for tonight? We still have to walk home,” I gently reminded him, feeling bad for interrupting the conversation so suddenly. But it was getting extremely late. I was getting extremely tired and cranky for sitting around and doing nothing for the past few hours but mindlessly listen to the men talk.

 “I’m having so much fun, sweetheart. Just one more?” he teased me by making puppy eyes at me, “Please~?”

 “Kaeya...”

 “No need to worry about him, [Y/N],” Diluc politely waved off my request, “I could always walk you guys home – it wouldn’t be the first time I’ve had to drag him along after a night of drinking. Or better yet, you two can stay in the guest bed upstairs then return home tomorrow morning when he’s sobered up.”

 I placed a hand on Kaeya’s arm. “Would that be okay with you? If we spend the night in his guest bed? I’m rather exhausted.”

 “Guest bed? Why don’t we just spend the night in Diluc’s bed!” Kaeya’s words began slurring as he giggled, “Maybe we can have that lil’ threesome we’ve been talking about.”

 My mind snapped awake immediately, eyes widening as I nervously glanced to Diluc who also had his jaw slightly dropped in shock. “K-Kaeya, you really must watch what you’re saying–“

 “Aw, don’t act all shy now, sweetheart!” He took his eyes off of me to face Diluc, who was now clearly perplexed. I sat perplexed as well, unsure of how I was going to come up with an excuse for what he said. Because it was true. We had been lightheartedly talking about having a threesome lately. But mentioning it to Diluc of all people on such a wholesome night like this made my heart quickly sink. He must be appalled.

 “Diluc, I’m so sorry, you know he says too much when he’s drunk-“

 “No, no, but it’s true! ‘Luc, you wouldn’t believe how much we’ve been talking about fuckin’ around with an extra... fuckin’...” Kaeya’s face began to soften at the realization of his actions as his gaze turned to the floor. “Oh... shit.”

 The three of us sat to process what had just happened for a moment, the firewood softly crackling to fill the silence. I didn’t know if I was feeling embarassment, awkwardness, anxiety, or all of it at the same time. All I knew was that for some twisted reason, the sudden mention of our fantasy out loud to Diluc made my thighs slightly twitch in excitement without thinking. How in the world did I just get aroused? I internally shamed myself.

 Diluc was the first to break the silence. “So... how long have you been thinking about this again?”

 “Diluc!” I snapped at him, not wanting him to encourage the thought. But one look at him and I could tell he was dead serious about the matter. Embarassment definitely kicked in now through a blush that quickly crept up to my cheeks. Are we really going to discuss this right now?

 Kaeya took a slow sip of his drink, finally putting some thought into what he was going to say. But just as I hoped he was going to take this opportunity to dismiss the topic entirely, to my dismay, he quickly muttered, “A few weeks now.”

 “Kaeya!” I smacked his arm lightly. My body shrunk into the sofa in disbelief. But my thoughts were racing along with my heartbeat. Diluc seemed to express genuine interest immediately after the initial period of shock. It was almost as if he had been thinking about it lately too. I couldn’t help but imagine the things that these two could do to me, or imagine specifically what Diluc was thinking about doing with us to be interested in the first place. Even though I hated to admit it, jolts of excitement started to tickle my nerves throughout my entire body but I didn’t dare show it. I can’t believe this is conversation is actually happening. I can’t believe we could actually do this.

 Diluc leaned back into his chair with a content hum. “If you’re seriously offering... I can’t say I would be opposed to the idea.”

 “Now that’s my man!” Kaeya excitedly pointed to Diluc, who then slyly chuckled in response. Kaeya exchanged glances between me and Diluc a few times before finally settling on Diluc. “Wait, you’re actually serious?”

 “Are you actually serious?”

 “Tell him, [Y/N], am I being serious?” Kaeya poked my leg, which elicited another twitch at the sudden touch. I looked up at him dumbfoundedly, failing to find words when I was getting embarassingly aroused. “I don’t think I’ve been more serious about something in my life, brother!”

 “I can’t believe the two of you right now,” I scoffed as I stood up, snapping myself out of the fantasies bubbling in my head. There was no way we would actually do it, after all, the brothers were getting along but not that closely. “Diluc, can you show me to the guest room, please? I’ll go to bed while the two of you joke about this convulted fantasy.”

 “Joke? C’mon, sweetheart! You know we’ve been talking about it!” Kaeya stood up to follow me to the main floor of the manor with Diluc trailing along, “Don’t play innocent just because Diluc’s around.”

 The three of us climbed the stairs, the two brothers still trailing behind. “It’ll be the last room down the hall once you turn left,” Diluc directed me. Kaeya hummed in what sounded like satisfaction.

 “Just look at that ass, ‘Luc. You know, you can touch her if you want, I wouldn’t mind,” I immediately turned around once I heard Kaeya mutter those words and glared at him. They both stopped in their tracks at the same time, Kaeya returning a stare more intimidating than mine and Diluc’s eyes trailing to the floor. I felt so small under the lust in his sapphire eyes, which were staring me down with a craving to touch me.

 “Listen, sweetheart, I know you’re being a brat right now but once we get our hands on you...” he stepped close enough to place his gloved hand on my thigh, shooting a chill up my spine and causing my thighs to squeeze together. I didn’t want to let him know that I wasn’t entirely opposed to this idea either but my body couldn’t control itself. My core was secretly craving his touch. He noticed my subtle reaction and let out a low chuckle.

 “Ah, I can tell you’re excited. Just keep walking, baby. You can drop that innocent act now and show Diluc how much of a slut you can be, okay? Can you do that for me?”

 I didn’t have the energy to hide it anymore, let alone answer him with words. I let my lips quiver as I turned back around, taking a few more steps up the stairs then walking down the hall while the brothers exchanged inaudible whispers with each other, presumably about me. My instincts told me they were plotting behind my back but they were so quiet that I couldn’t make out any real words. Before my hand could reach for the doorknob, Kaeya’s arm got ahead of me and gripped the knob himself. “Let me get that for you, sweetheart.”

 He opened the door and walked inside first. The room was surprisingly larger than I expected for a guest room. A large bed sat near the wall and with a glance to the side I could see it faced a large vanity. The rest of the room consisted of a warddrobe, drawers, a seating area, and a bookshelf.

 “This used to be my room, you know,” Kaeya pivoted his heels to face me while placing his drink down on top of one of the nearby drawers. “Diluc picked a good room for us. Hopefully it’s just how I left it.”

 “It should be,” Diluc followed close behind as I stepped forward to get a better look of the space. “I never asked any of the staff to touch this room aside from the occasional dusting and I don’t get many visitors who need to spend the night.”

 “Perfect,” Kaeya smirked. That grin usually indicated he was plotting something. My stomach was a mess of excitement, curiosity, and anxiety at the same time. Was this really happening?

 He knelt down to pull out the bottom drawer in front of him and rummaged through his belongings to pull out a bundle of something, though I couldn’t tell exactly what it was from the dim lighting of the room. “Just as I had hoped.”

 He hid the item behind his back as he stood up and took a step towards me, gently planting a kiss on my forehead. He then began to shower my face with kisses, wrapping his arms around me in a cute embrace and making me giggle. Just as I was about to push him away in jest, he simply said two words that made my heart stop. “Now, Diluc.”

 Before I could react or comprehend what was going on, Diluc had pressed his hips against mine with a grip on my waist while Kaeya squeezed me harder in our seemingly sweet hug, knocking a bit of wind out of me. Kaeya, despite being unbelievably drunk, still had an inescapable strength as he managed to pull both my arms down while keeping me in his embrace. My panicked eyes looked up at Kaeya’s face, which was focused on my arms now being pinned behind my back. Once I felt rope being looped around my forearms, I knew exactly what was about to happen.

 “Be a good girl for Master Diluc, okay sweetheart? I’m going to get another drink,” Kaeya loosened his grip on me and gave me another kiss on the cheek. “You want to do this, right?”

 I hated to admit it, but I shyly nodded yes. Kaeya smiled contently. “You can trust him. Everything he’s going to do is part of our plan. We’re going to have fun tonight, okay?”

 And with that, Diluc finished tying my folded arms together as Kaeya walked out the door. Before I could form a thought, Diluc held my waist to slowly guide me to sit at the edge of the bed, pressing his bulge against me throughout each step and kissing my bare neck. He then turned me around and planted a knee between my thighs into the mattress, slowly laying me down then beginning to unbutton my blouse as he continued licking and nibbling my skin. I breathily moaned at the excitement and nervousness of a man other than Kaeya touching me so calmly, so naturally. Diluc pulled the tucked in fabric up once it was unbuttoned to reveal my bare torso in its entirety, letting out a low growl at the sight. The excitement burned inside my core and I couldn’t help but gently grind against his clothed knee for some stimulation.

 He took notice of this and responded by pressing his knee deeper into my aching core which was so much more forgiving than what Kaeya would have done if I wanted to grind against his leg. Diluc trailed the kisses up towards my jawline, stopping just an inch away from my lips and muttering, “Do you care about this blouse?”

 “Rip it off,” I mindlessly whispered, not wanting to go through the trouble of getting untied for my blouse to come off. I craved touch, it could be from anyone at this point, but I needed to feel hands on my skin. Diluc made quick work of the insignificant piece if clothing, ripping it apart as if it were a piece of paper then tossing it onto the floor. He tossed his gloves along with it, my exposed skin suddenly meeting his warm touch as he caressed my sides and continued to kiss my neck, definitely leaving marks at this point. I sighed at his warmth, a stark contrast to Kaeya’s cold touch. Albeit, Kaeya always loved to use his vision to tease me, and maybe Diluc was doing the same thing here.

 “She’s beautiful, isn’t she?” Kaeya stepped into the room and walked towards us.

 “She’s gorgeous, Kaeya. Seriously, you found yourself a keeper,” Diluc paused his kisses to respond, never breaking eye contact with me, “You better treat her well, otherwise I might want to steal her away for myself.”

 “Ha! In your dreams. I’ll let you play with her all you want but in the end, she’s mine, dear brother.”

 Diluc scoffed lightheartedly and placed his hands on my back to lift me up, fully releasing my neck from his kisses as Kaeya waved a glass in front of me. “Now drink up, sweetheart.”

 “What is it?” I looked up at him expectedly.

 “It’ll make things easier for you later. Make sure to drink every last drop,” he gave out a short laugh, “That wouldn’t be the first time I’ve told you that in the bedroom, huh?”

 I scoffed at the suggestive joke and wrapped my lips around the edge of the glass. It was some kind of concoction that I couldn’t exactly recognize, but there was definitely hard liquor in it. I connected the dots and figured he probably had something planned where he wanted me to drink something strong to chase away whatever pain he was going to inflict on me tonight. My legs trembled with excitement at the thought, wondering what the two had planned for me behind my back.

 With each sip, Diluc worked on unbuckling my pants to reveal my half naked body, which was now completely surrendered to the two brothers who were also unbuttoning their own shirts without taking their eyes off of me. Kaeya finished first, having his top already halfway unbuttoned anyway, and reached down to strip me of my underwear. Resuming from where Diluc had left off, he leaned down to leave marks on my neck as well, his kisses being more sloppy and aggressive than sensual like his brother’s. Small pants escaped my mouth as his teeth nibbled down at the spots that were already slightly bruised, but he didn’t seem to care and only bit down harder knowing I was sensitive.

 But his passionate kisses on my fragile skin were only fleeting moments, and after one quick peck on the lips and a smirk, he climbed off of me to reveal a half naked Diluc tying his long hair up into a ponytail. Diluc’s messy red locks couldn’t distract me from his hungry stare. He eyed me down with such intensity, never breaking eye contact despite turning his head from side to side to gather all his hair into a bundle. My eyes darted to Kaeya, who had began unbuckling his pants and was also observing my body with pure lust in his eyes. I couldn’t help but trail my gaze down towards their hips, and in the soft moonlight, I could see their bulges creating large tents in their underwear, aching and yearning for me. I could’ve drooled at the sight of their bulky erections if my mouth wasn’t closed shut from nervousness. My core lit up with butterflies, wanting them now more than ever.

 My thoughts were interrupted by Diluc climbing onto the mattress next to me then swiftly grabbing me to turn me all the way around so my head conveniently hung off the edge of the bed. I let out a soft giggle at how he manhandled me, how he had lifted me and gently threw me on the mattress like I was dead weight. He must’ve noticed that I liked what he did because as he positioned his head near my throbbing folds and pinned my thighs up with both his hands, he gave a quiet chuckle to himself not long before wrapping his lips around my clit and gently sucking.

 I gasped at the sudden warmth but shock quickly turned into pleasure as Diluc’s hot tongue lapped at my wetness, making me flinch and arch my back at the sensation. I instinctively tried to pin my thighs back together in an effort to try and keep the tiny amount of pride I had, but Diluc was quick to shoot a dominant glare at me while he pushed my legs back apart. If anything, the subtle act of defiance only made him hungrier for me, his movements getting a little more aggressive and passionate. My sighs and moans of bliss made the redhead happily groan back in response, the simultaneous buzzing of his lips against my saliva coated cunt causing my brain to malfunction. I couldn’t think anymore and it had only been about a minute or so. I was in heaven.

 I looked up to Kaeya for reassurance that I was still in Teyvat as he hovered above me, stroking his cock in front of my face and looking down at me with a devilish smirk. “You should really give me a few pointers, ‘Luc. She’s going crazy over you.”

 Diluc kissed my clit before responding. “Have you ever considered learning how to properly please a woman instead of selfishly chasing your own needs?”

 “And have you ever considered sleeping with girls other than your maids?”

 “Fuck off,” Diluc’s warm breath against my entrance as he sarcastically laughed had me lean into his touch even more. “You know that’s not true.”

 His mouth latched onto my clit again, and as if it couldn’t feel any better, he managed to snake two fingers into my entrance while he sucked on my clit, his long digits teasing my walls by slowly scissoring my insides. If Kaeya weren’t a sucker for orgasm denial and hadn’t trained me to hold back my releases for months, I surely would have broken under Diluc’s touch by now.

 “Alright, don’t get too excited now, sweetheart,” Kaeya reached out to caress my cheek with his thumb, “Let’s show Diluc how pretty you look with a bulge in your throat.”

 “Yes, sir,” I mindlessly muttered and eagerly opened my mouth, earning a grin from Kaeya. He placed his hands on both sides of my jaw, chuckling as he rested the underside of his cock on top of my face, thinking about how it managed to in my throat when it was bigger than my head. My breath stuttered as Diluc’s tongue kept trying to grab my attention but Kaeya’s thickness always seemed to captivate me no matter how many times I saw it.

 “Very good girl,” he then guided his tip to meet my tongue and let out a low growl while he slowly pushed his entire length into my throat inch by inch. “My good little girl...”

 He wasted no time to fuck my throat as if my head were his toy, his fingers digging into my jaw with each groan that escaped his lips. At times Diluc would suddenly curl his fingers inside me causing me to moan in surprise, which then made Kaeya twitch in ecstacy as the vibrations in my throat clenched tighter around his cock.

 The feeling of being touched by two men at once made my insides burn like a wick fighting for its life at the bottom of a candle. My senses were overloaded as I tried to focus on one aspect of what was going on, darting between sensations as if I couldn’t decide what to pay attention to. Maybe Kaeya’s hands gripping my teary eyed face. Diluc’s fingers prodding my walls. Kaeya’s grunts and groans filling up the room. Diluc’s hot breath panting for air against my folds. Everything that led up to this moment was completely blocked out of my mind and I could think about was how restlessly aroused I was. The brothers’ movements became more merciless and the more I tried to hold back my release, the more it fought back. I found my legs gradually tensing up and my moans becoming more and more desperate to the point where I was dangerously on the edge.

 “Diluc, stop,” Kaeya quickly pulled himself out of my mouth and despite his initial hesitation, Diluc gave my clit one more kiss and pulled his head away to sit up straight. I was a coughing mess when I finally took a deep breath from suffocating for the past few minutes, and as a sign of mercy, Kaeya gently lifted my head to allow better airflow into my throat.

 Despite coughing my organs out, my legs shook violently as I still tried to hold back my release. I whined and wanted to scream in frustration at the denial of my climax, the ropes around my arms and Diluc’s hands pinning me down preventing me from getting up to stimulate myself a little more. Kaeya only laughed sadistically.

 “I knew it. You got a little close there, didn’t you, princess?” he teased. I groaned impatiently as my eyes were glued to his cock, which I noticed had strings of saliva still attached to my face. The drool all over his length only made him smirk, and it made Diluc sigh in envy.

 “P-Please,” I could barely think of words as my body trembled in pleasure, “M-More...”

 Kaeya’s laughter subsided as he caressed my cheek lovingly. “Tell us what you want, baby. Use your words.”

 “M-More...” more tears swelled up in my eyes as I struggled to come up with proper words or coherent thoughts, “K-Kaeya...”

 “Yes, princess?” Kaeya gently reached under me to lift my torso up and Diluc leaned over to help guide my shaking body until I was sitting up with my back leaning against Kaeya, my thighs still pried apart to prevent me from pleasuring myself. Kaeya climbed into the spot behind me while Diluc comfortably sat in front of me, staring at my body as if he were in a trance.

 “I...” the strength in my voice was faltering as I tried to form a sentence, “need you both...”

 “Poor thing. The alcohol must be kicking in,” Diluc placed one hand on the side of my thigh, gently massaging the spot and exchanging looks with Kaeya, who hummed in approval behind me. Kaeya’s hands ran up my from my waist to my shoulders where he began massaging my tenseness away.

 “Just relax now, princess. We’ll take good care of you, okay?”

 “Okay...” I whimpered innocently as I leaned into their massages, taking deep breaths while I bathed in their attention under the moonlight.

 Time always seemed to pass differently when I had a drink. In one moment, the brothers were massaging me to calm me down from edging, and in the blink of an eye, Diluc was pulling me down on top of his chest, kissing my neck softly like he did before. In another blink of an eye, my eyes stared into my reflection from the vanity across the bed to see that my thighs were bound together with rope and Kaeya was leaning over my back, whispering into my ear.

 “Can you tell us what you want now, princess?” he rubbed his cock to spread my wetness to my butthole and I could feel Diluc’s cock radiating heat as it was pressed against my stomach.

 As if the words travelled out on their own, I found my lips muttering, “I want to get stuffed full...”

 And as if the brothers were magical beings that could grant wishes on command, they were strategic and patient when they pushed themselves inside me. Diluc’s hands first pushed me down onto his cock. Each thick inch slowly stretched me out and my eyes widened once I felt his tip finally kiss my cervix. With a sigh of relief and a quivering breath, I planted my cheek into his chest at his sheer size alone, and just when I thought I had settled down comfortably, Kaeya had positioned himself behind me and slowly pushed himself into my other hole. Even though I imagined the pain of having two cocks penetrate me at the same time would be excruciating, the feeling was extraordinary, making me pant like a dog in heat. I subconsciously thanked Kaeya for giving me that drink earlier, knowing their large sizes would have painfully split me open otherwise.

 “Look at yourself in the mirror,” Kaeya groaned as he buried himself as deep as possible. My reflection was all I could stare at. I could clearly see every detail of the sticky situation I was in and I loved every inch of the sight. My attention darted around once again. Diluc’s hands gripping my ass, his knuckles going white with his strong hold on me. Kaeya’s soft hair draping down on me and Diluc, his muscles illuminated by the moon. Diluc’s eyebrows furrowed with his eyes completely closed, breathing heavily at the tight fit. Kaeya’s sapphire eyes staring right back at me, studying every part of this scene just like I was.

 “Don’t hold yourself back this time. Cum all over Master Diluc’s cock for me, okay princess?”

 And with that, he leaned back up, stabilized himself by holding my waist, and began fucking me steadily. Diluc followed suit, keeping his grip on me to fuck my soaking cunt as if he were waiting for this moment his entire life.

 It took awhile for me to process what I was feeling at first. My brain was fully expecting pain, but once I realized I was going to cum after only a few thrusts in, I completely lost control.

 “F-Fuck!” I yelped into Diluc’s chest as I watched the brothers pound into me in the damned mirror, “M-Master!”

 “Which one, baby?” Kaeya teased, earning a slight chuckle from Diluc. I moaned uncontrollably in response, my voice shaking with the way my body was being rocked by the two men who started at different rhythms at first but synced up each thrust moments later.

 “K-Kaeya! Diluc!” I sighed mindlessly, earning grunts from the two of them. They always seemed to be teasing me with chuckles, acting so nonchalant as if they weren’t fucking my brains out at the same time.

 An orgasm immediately hit me like a wave without any warning and I failed to hold back the loud moan that escaped my sore throat. If my legs weren’t tied right now, I would’ve definitely been shaking uncontrollably, but even now my abdomen violently curled up as I rode the waves of my climax. But the two didn’t care. They took my moment of weakness to fuck into me even harder, silently agreeing to pick up the pace and torture me in the best way.

 “Good girl,” Diluc whispered into my ear, clearly picking up the pet name from his brother. “Tightening around me like that... you really are such a good girl.”

 “I felt it too,” Kaeya groaned out, “Can you cum for us again, princess? You’re being such a good slut for us, you know that?”

 “I’m... I’m a good slut...”

 “Then cum for us again,” Diluc’s voice was almost demanding, his movements getting more desperate and sloppy as he started to take a little more dominance in speed over Kaeya, craving the sensation that I gave to him once more. “Cum on my cock, [Y/N].”

 Kaeya ganged up onto the intensity by leaning his chest over my back again, propping himself up with one hand and grabbing a fistful of my hair with the other, making me choke on my own air. “Don’t make him tell you twice, sweetheart. Be a good girl.”

 I had managed to reach my climax again shortly after, panting and trembling as I was cutely sandwiched between the two. As the two groaned at the sensation, they asked for another a few minutes after. And another. Then we collectively switched places so Kaeya could feel me cum around his cock. Kaeya asked for another orgasm. Then one more.

 “I c-can’t fucking take it anymore...!” I screamed into his chest, overstimulated and almost writhing in pain. “P-Please s-stop!”

 The brothers that I knew were long gone by now. Now they were simply horny messes chasing after their own pleasure, edging themselves and using my body as their toy, teasing that the night would be over soon then immediately asking me to cum more. They endlessly praised me about how my body felt so good, how tight the fit was, and how sweet my moans were. And despite the aching pain in my core, I secretly didn’t want this sensation to end either. But alas, all good things come to an end, and Diluc was the first to break.

 “F-Fuck,” he grunted weakly, “I can’t hold it anymore, I’m going to...!”

 “Cum in me,” I panted out, “Fill me with cum, please, Master Diluc...!”

 With a loud groan and a cry of pleasure, Diluc’s thick load had slowly surged through my insides, his cock throbbing with each pump of cum he dumped into my abused asshole. My tongue fell out of my mouth at the sensation of Kaeya still sloppily pounding my cunt while Diluc’s movements slowed until he finally came to a complete stop, his cock still firmly buried to hold his cum inside. Kaeya took this opportunity of having me all to himself to reach a hand to the back of my neck and pull me down for a kiss before finally releasing his seed in me as well, coating my slick covered walls with his seemingly endless loads of cum. Even when his movements began to slow to a stop as well, he continued to kiss me sweetly, sneaking in small smiles here and there before pulling away to press his sweat covered forehead against mine.

 “You did so good, sweetheart,” he whispered proudly, “You’re so perfect, filled with our cum like a good slut.”

 I let out a weak laugh, wiggling my hips gently while the two were still stuffed inside of me. “I feel so good... I’m really filled with cum...” I happily grinned, giggling as I softly cuddled against Kaeya’s forehead.

 “You sure are, cutie.”

 The three of us stayed comfortably in this position for a few moments, taking in the afterglow of such a celestial feeling of finally reaching our climaxes. Our tired pants echoed throughout the room, sweat trickling down our faces and my tears slowly subsiding as Kaeya massaged my scalp and showered my face in more kisses. Diluc let out a deep breath before slowly pulling himself out of me and climbing off of the bed. He started to pick up his clothes from the floor, his eyes glancing at the way his cum slowly trickled down from my hole. Even though I wasn’t facing him, I could practically envision his stupid smug grin forming when he finally decided to say something to us.

 “Can I expect you two for ‘dinner’ sometime again soon?”

[kannymaei]

The Perfect Girl - Chapter 5 (Kamisato Ayato x Reader)

Author’s Note: Thank you so much for your support! I appreciate the likes and reblogs, together with the comments on Wattpad (Yes! I have the series posted there too!) We have a new banner too for the incoming arc (I rlly don’t know if I should call it an arc) SPOILER ALERT: Yae Miko’s lover is revealed at the end~ Hihi! Congratulations to people who guessed who was it way earlier eheh~ You are correct~ Someone is also gonna come back next chapter, I’m pretty sure some of you guys miss him already.

Author’s Note 2: All characters are OOC! Please be reminded that this fanfic is Modern! AU and Highschool! AU and none of this are canons to the actual lore of Genshin Impact. I do not own Genshin Impact or the characters in the game!

Synopsis: You were a graduating high school student who somehow got involved in unfortunate events and transferred to Teyvat International School. Due to your “complicated” physical features, you became the main target of the school’s “bully”, Kamisato Ayato! Together with his friends, Diluc Ragnvindr, Tartaglia, and Arataki Itto.

Word Count: 3.6k

Content Warning: Vulgar Words, Mentions of S*icide, A little inappropriate?

Taglist: @frieschan @nejibot ​​​

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"What does Koi No Yokan mean again?" Ayato asked while his attention was focused on his phone, he seemed to be texting someone. 

"Okay, this is like the second time you asked me but Koi No Yokan is the exact opposite of love at first sight. You meet someone you don't like in the beginning but deep inside you know that you're going to fall in love with them" You explained again as you tried so hard to sketch the drawing. 

"M-Miko, I'm sorry for earlier" Ayato stood up which made you roll your eyes because he wasn't listening to you, and continued your sketch. Your sketch looks like one girl and one boy being tied by a red string but both people seem to be drifting away from each other because they like someone else the main message of your sketch is that no matter what happens, the two of them would end up with each other even if someone tries to separate them from each other. 

"They'll always find a way back to each other" you whispered and smiled at your sketch. You stood up to clean the eraser's shavings.

"What are you smiling at? Dumbass" Your body tensed up when you heard Ayato's voice behind you. 

"I just finished the sketch all by myself!" You emphasize the word "myself" to let Ayato know that he wasn't doing any kind of contribution to your project. 

What caught you off guard is that Ayato is cornering you in the wall, as he steps forward, you're taking one step backward at a time until your back touches the wall of his bedroom. He pressed his right hand on the wall while leaning towards you below because he's taller than you. (A/N: Yes… it is what you think it is… Ayato is pinning you against the wall) 

His face gets closer to you until you could feel his breath on your lips, is he trying to kiss you? What the hell is wrong with this man, you closed your eyes because you were frightened by his actions when— 

"Archons! You're so ugly! Nerdy glasses, thick eyebrows, and a messy bun. Do you think I'm going to kiss you? In your dreams!" Ayato laughed. You were dumbfounded as you stood in your place while the man in front of you is making fun of you. Little does Ayato know how beautiful you are.

"Y-you're going to regret this Ayato! I think having an individual project is a good idea— maybe I should suggest it to Mr. Venti and he'll like it-" Your mouth got covered with his hand. 

"No, no, no, that's not going to happen" He stared into your eyes and with his smile widening as ever.

"I'm a good painter myself and that's my contribution~," He said and poked your forehead while his other hand was still pinned onto you. 

Karma got served quickly as the door opened, you looked at the door to see the servant holding a tray of food while the kid peeked a little from the door. Ayato knew he messed up big time especially when Shouta saw him in that position with you. 

"S-see! I told you Big bro Ayato doesn't break his promises! Miss Lady Glasses right there is his girlfriend!" Shouta shouted at Koharu. Ayato quickly let go of you and rushed to the door. 

"S-shouta! I told you to knock-"

His eyes darken in front of the servant and the kid as he tried to remain his composure. 

"Didn't… I tell you to knock before you enter." Ayato tried to speak calmly, that was the worst for him, you weren't his girlfriend at all but the kid now sees you as one. 

"M-my lord! I beg for your forgiveness! I told Shouta to knock because my hands were full with the tray holding the drinks and snacks but Shouta chose to open it! Please don't punish Shouta, it's truly my responsibility. I would also like to inform you that Lady Ayaka came home by herself a few minutes ago." Koharu said and kneeled in front of him asking for forgiveness. 

"No need, I understand. Thank you for the snacks Koharu and Shouta, and thank you for informing me about my sister's arrival" Ayato took the tray and immediately closed the door. Wait, is that right? He didn't say for the second time in front of the kid that you weren't his girlfriend? Maybe your mind is just a little fuzzy and making up things, you didn't think much about it as you watch Ayato walk towards you after he placed the tray on the table. 

"You one lucky bit-" his reply to you was stopped by a sudden ring call from his phone on the other end of the table. You looked at the screen to see "Ajax". 

"What is it now?" Ayato answered the phone and put it on speaker, you wondered why was it on speaker? For you to hear what they're talking about? Maybe Ayato knows that Childe would talk about you.

"I'm just making sure you haven't killed Y/N at this point, I saw your face earlier when Mr. Bard announced the partner would be your seatmate" Childe laughed. 

"Childe, don't worry. I'm whole and still breathing here, he hasn't hurt me yet." You happily replied. 

"Oh Miss L/N Y/N, you're here. I'm also informing you about your Knight in Shining Armor coming home soon~" Childe said, your Knight in Shining Armor? Could it be? 

"Ugh, Childe, you could have just said Diluc," Ayato added. 

"Isn't he Miss L/N's prince? I thought you said you were jealous when you saw him carry," 

"Fuck off with your nonsense, Childe" Ayato hang up the phone so you wouldn't be hearing more from him spitting out his dark secrets. 

"He's just joking, stop being curious about it" he coldly replied. You laughed a little then grabbed a rice ball in the tray as your snack while he grabbed that cup of boba. 

“As if I care about you, Ayato” He seemed to be a little stunned when you called him by his first name.

"I'm going to finish this in the canvas, you can go sit there and think about how ugly of a person you are," He said as he went to the storage room of his bedroom where some of his school supplies were placed.

You sat on his bed as you watched the blue rascal do his job. You feel a little tired from everything and lean a little on the pillow beside you and remove your glasses so you'd feel more comfortable. You smelled the scent of his bed and pillow and somehow felt that this was familiar to you but it seems that a specific memory has been taken away from you.

— 

Ayato is 25% done with the painting as he ponders about Guuji Yae's actions earlier. Why was she jealous when he saw you and him together? She technically doesn't have the right to be jealous because he wasn't hers in the beginning. Ayato smiled when his mind wandered to the reason why Miko got jealous, maybe it would take a little more steps for Miko to be his girlfriend? Will his courting journey finally meet its end? Perhaps, he should bully you more often so he would always have Miko's attention.

"Maybe that's a great idea, if it's for Miko then it wouldn't hurt much to break my promise to my sister," Ayato muttered as he continued to paint on the canvas. He was painting without any kind of consciousness, he wasn't aware that he was painting the woman similar to your face.

Ayaka, on the other hand, is quite suspicious about why her boyfriend doesn't hang out with her often these days but she trusts him with his word that he is busy with his family. She doesn't know you were inside their home since she's quite an introvert herself and was reading books inside her room.

At the same time, Miko and her "special someone" is busy doing "something" while the Kamisato siblings are thinking of them as an individual. (A/N: I mean I'm pretty sure you guys already know what that is, it's just I'm not going to write NSFW/smut yet) 

Ayato decided to take a break and when he looked behind his bed to see a sleeping Y/N. Ayato thought this was his chance… his chance to cut your hair. He stood silently for you not to wake up while he fetched his scissors and then walked towards you. He thinks why do you have this hairstyle while his hands make their way to your hair adjusting it a little bit and snap, he got your hair bun on his hand resulting in you having a short hair but looks a little weird (A/N: Okay so for visual description, it kinda looks like Yelan's hair but more messed up and more wavy than straight)

"Pfff! She looks so funny" His eyes widened when you opened your eyes to see him in front of you holding a scissor and a ball of hair. 

"W-what?" You said but your head is feeling odd, it somehow felt lighter than it was and that is where you noticed that he cut off your hair and thought that it was funny. 

"Did you?!" You asked but you never heard a proper reply, it was just Ayato laughing at you. He even has the hair tie that your parents gifted you for your 17th birthday. 

"You look so funny! Hahaha!" Ayato said, whereas his hands were placed on his stomach because he can't control his laugh looking at you. 

"Y-you think this is funny!" You shouted at him, for a long time you've never felt this angry seeing someone do this as a joke, and on top of that, he doesn't want to hand back the hair tie to you. 

"Yes because, I am Kamisato Ayato," he said seriously. You can't do anything to him, you wouldn't fight back because that would mean you'd hurt him too. What you did was grab the ball of hair he got from your bun and run outside of his house. At least you got back the gift from your deceased parents.

"He's so heartless!" You walked out of his residence, you wanted to call for your driver but of course, good luck is on your side hence why your phone ran out of battery. The cherry on top of this good luck of yours is it suddenly rained and you don't have your umbrella with you. You wondered if the nearest parlor shop was near Ayato's residence, it didn't matter to you if you got wet from the rain. You just need to fix your hair. 

It's been 30 minutes since you started walking and you're soaking wet already when you finally reach the parlor only to see Lumine having her nails done. 

"What happened to you?" Lumine said, rushing over to you. 

"Ayato, cut off my hair when I accidentally fall asleep, it's a long story but I'm pretty sure you know we were doing that project not unless you didn't see him dragging me all across the school's hallway and parking area," you said while accepting the towel offered to you by the staff to dry yourself. 

"Oh, I haven't? Is that where you went? So you finally met my brother?" Lumine asked but what answer would you give if you didn't see someone that looks like her when you were at the Kamisato residence? 

"Brother?" You gave a confused look at her but she looked more confused than you are. 

"Yeah, Aether, we're both blondes and probably the same height as Albedo. He texted me more than half an hour ago that he was hanging out with Ayato and his girlfriend" She said.

"No, no, you got it wrong. What I mean is—" you stopped and recalled what Koharu said. 

---

"I would also like to inform you that Lady Ayaka came home by herself a few minutes ago" 

---

"The servant said Ayaka came home by herself, maybe that's the reason why I never saw your… brother," You said. 

Lumine was surprised by your answer, so she was right. Her brother is hiding something. Something he doesn't want to share. 

"That can't be right, no, that's impossible." She said which made you confused. 

"I don't understand" You replied. 

"Oh, no, it's just a personal hunch of mine don't mind it. What you should mind is drying up yourself and fixing your hair that Ayato ruined" She faked a smile, the staff told you to sit for a while while they finish cleaning up the flooring before they assist you. 

"Yeah, just make it what fits my face the most," You said to the staff. 

"You know what fits you the most? A whole makes over" Lumine giggled. 

"Yeah! Give her a whole makeover from that thick eyebrows, remove her glasses, and fix her ugly hair, sorry about that Y/N but it's really ugly" Lumine said and whispered the last line. You were dragged by the staff and it's like you were a celebrity, having too many hands working on your head. It does feel a little dizzy having a lot of people around you to the point you can't see yourself in the mirror anymore. 

You felt like a different person when the people surrounding you started to move away and when you look in the mirror, you saw your mother from 20 years ago. 

"Y/N… you look… beautiful" Lumine said but before you can reply you sneeze. 

"Archons, I probably caught a cold," You said and sneezed again. 

"Let's get you home shall we?" Lumine held your hand and showed you her umbrella as you told her the directions to your residence. 

– 

Back in the Kamisato residence, Ayato dialed Ajax's phone number on his phone and waited patiently for his answer. 

"What? I got dragged by Itto and Sara at the new cafe" Childe annoyingly replied. 

"Great! Itto's there! Calm down and put your phone on speaker" Ayato excitedly said. 

"WASSUP my bro, my man" Itto said on the other line while he wrapped his hands around Sara. 

"Okay so, I'm with Y/N earlier" 

"What are you even doing with that bitch? Did your standards get lower?" Sara added. 

"She fell asleep and I took advantage of that opportunity, I cut off her hair bun with my elegant scissors" Ayato proudly said 

"THAT'S SO COOL" Itto shouted. 

"YOU DID WHAT?" Childe snatched his phone away from Itto, he can't believe his best friend had just done that. 

"Do I have to repeat it? I cut off her hair, it's just… a little trim." Ayato replied 

"NO, I MEAN WHY DID YOU DO THAT? A LITTLE TRIM? SHE HAS A WHOLE MESSY BUN ON HER HEAD, that's not a big thing." Ayato can't believe that Childe was scolding him. 

"That's not funny at all…" Childe sighed with disappointment. 

"She's already ugly and you made her more ugly. That's so fetched ~" Sara added. (A/N: Yeah I got that line from mean girls, I rewatched it for the 6th time LOOOL) 

"Can't wait to see her tomorrow HAH My bro, my man, Ayato is doing the archon's work" Itto laughed. 

"You have to apologize to her, Ayato, that's not nice. What got into your mind about cutting a girl's hair? What would Miko think if her future boyfriend was like that?" Childe continued to scold, if he was with Ayato right now he would have punched him to wake him up. 

"I think Miko would like it- Speaking of Miko, did you guys see her? She kinda… stormed out after seeing me and Y/N together" Ayato remembered that he only sent a voicemail as his apology, he doesn't know where Guuji Yae is right now. 

"Oh… I thought she was with you but Sara tried to contact her earlier but her phone seemed to be out of service and just said to leave a voicemail or something" Childe said which made Ayato worried, what if she self-harms herself? What if? Ayato stopped and immediately ended his call with Ajax, Miko is a strong girl, she wouldn't do that. 

Ayato was impatient with the ringing, he was hoping that Miko would answer. 

"Ayato?" Miko answered, the sound of her voice looks like she was exhausted from doing something.

"M-Miko! How are you? I'm so sorry about earlier, it's not what you think" Ayato apologized. 

"Oh I'm completely doing fine, you know, right now I'm on a little friend date with Sara," Miko said which made Ayato raise an eyebrow. 

"Sara? Can I talk to her?" Ayato asked. It's not possible that Sara would be in two places at once because he knows that Sara was with Itto and Childe. How come right now she would be with Miko?

"T-t-talk to her?—" Miko stuttered because the truth is, she wasn't with Sara at all. She was just laying in bed after having sexual intercourse with her special someone. 

"O-oh! She's currently in the bathroom right now" Miko added. 

But Ayato wasn't having it, he knew that she was lying. 

"Well, then I'll wait for her" Ayato changed his voice into a serious tone. 

"Oh, I see what's happening here. You don't trust me, are you? Ayato, I'm not yet your girlfriend and now you're having trust issues with whoever I'm with right now? Why won't you ask Sara yourself huh?" Miko annoyingly said and hang up her call as she crawled to the other side of the bed to make love again with this special someone. 

Ayato was currently dismayed, there's no need for him to ask Sara because he knows that Sara is in a cafe with Itto and Child but there's one last gleam of hope, maybe Miko arrived after his call with Childe? His hands shakingly dialed Ajax's number. 

"What now?" Childe coldly responded. 

"A-ajax…" Ayato said this made Childe worried because Ayato's tone seemed to be different than it was earlier.

"Is M-Miko with you?" He calmly asked. 

"You heard it from us earlier that she was unreachable, that's why it's only the three of us here. I also got an update from Lumine that she saw Y/N in the salon while she was having her nails done soaking wet because it rained after she left your house. I'm still mad at you until you apologize to her tomorrow." Childe said and hung up the call. 

Apologizing to you wasn't his problem, his problem was Miko is lying about her whereabouts. His coping mechanism was, that he thinks that she was just with her family and everything. 

—

You finally returned home and bid your goodbyes to Lumine who helped you. You went to take a shower since you got soaking wet in the rain and admired your "new" self in the mirror. Your image resembles the younger years of your mother, oh how you miss her. She would probably tease you when your father first courted your mother because he was awkward about it. 

"Ah relationships, I don't have time for that," you said and went into the bathtub. As you close your eyes, out of nowhere, you think of the blue rascal, Kamisato Ayato. You opened your eyes and wondered why you were even thinking of him? 

—

While hanging out with Itto and Childe. Sara recalled what happened earlier during their free time in class and they went together alone in the bathroom. Someone texted Miko as the notification pops up, she isn't the type of person who invades someone's privacy. But this is one message that she can't ignore. The notification of the message said the sender was from "Kujuo Sara 💌", she wasn't even texting her. She opened the message and read sweet messages and exchanged I love you's. She assumed this was Ayato and was probably hiding that they were in a relationship not until she saw Ayato's inbox which was cold and dry. 

Sara's eyes widened, she was completely shocked when she realized what happened and Miko caught her reading the messages on her phone after she went outside the stall.

"Why are you invading my privacy?" Miko said she was worried if Sara saw something on her phone. 

"I'm sorry… my kitsune" Sara mocked the message from her lover. 

"Miko, tell me the truth. That's not Ayato, right? That person who's named Kujuo Sara 💌… who is that?" She added, Miko's body froze, she doesn't know what to reply. 

"S-Sara, please don't tell Ayato. I… I fell in love with Aether when we first met, he wasn't like Ayato-" Miko kneeled, begging Sara to keep her secret. 

"AETHER? DO YOU MEAN, THE BOYFRIEND OF AYATO'S SISTER? AYAKA? ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME RIGHT NOW?" Sara can't believe that her best friend is dating the boyfriend of his suitor's sister. 

"Just so you know Miko, there are no secrets that time doesn't reveal. But you're on your own on this one. I'm not going to tell Ayaka or her brother but if everything finally unfolds, the Kamisato siblings get to know the truth. I'm not going to support you." Sara said and exited the bathroom leaving Miko in a shocking state as if she was about to cry.  

While drinking her coffee, she thought that maybe the reason they can't call Miko was that she was probably with Aether.

—

"I love you so much Aether," Miko said as she continued to kiss him while they are in bed finishing their sexual intercourse. 

"Am I better than Ayaka?" She teased which made Aether laugh. 

"Way better than her, that girl is pure and untouchable" Aether laughed as he stroked Miko's pink hair. 

"Wanna do another round?" Aether teased Miko again and she pulled him to the other side of the bed. 

 Next -> Chapter 6

[miekasa]

the babysitter’s club (1)

+ pairing: levi ackerman + (fem) reader, featuring bright-eyed but very easily intimidated interns and part-time babysitters eren and armin who are trying their best

+ genres and warnings: modern au, parents au, fluff, yes the dog’s name is captain and he’s tiny what about it

+ summary: eren and armin are good subordinates, who happen to be pretty good babysitter, too. usually. 

+ word count: 2.7k

+ notes: this was just something fun i edited and reworked again, also to provide some more insight about dad levi and my oc kids; this focuses only on holden, who is the oldest of the bunch, but you’ll more about the rest as they go

It’s not that Levi doesn’t trust Holden’s babysitters, he just would rather watch over her himself. Moreover, he would rather have the time to spend with his small daughter instead of having to leave her in the care of someone else who isn’t you, but sometimes life gets busy, and babysitters come in real handy.

He still doesn’t understand why Erwin would schedule the both of you to attend such important work-related meetings on the same weekend; much less, to send you half-way around the world for yours, and then book Levi for damn near twelve hours on a Saturday. He would murder Erwin if he weren’t his direct boss, and a long-time friend. But shit happens, and while it’s a major inconvenience and pain in his ass to be working on a weekend, it’s good to know he could rely on the brats at the office to step up on such short notice.

“I’m sure I don’t need to remind you that if anything happens, I won’t hesitate to dismember you,” Levi says calmly, closing his briefcase after triple-checking its contents.

“Of course,” Armin stiffens visibly, awkward laughter seeping through his words, “Eren and I would never let anything happen to Holden.”

To his left, Holden has already tugged Eren to the coffee table for a game of children’s Scrabble, determined to show off her new skills. Levi smiles slightly as he remembers playing the game with her last week, and how awe-struck she was to have seen Levi create a word bigger than “unattainable”—which is currently the longest word in her four-year-old vocabulary. But he’s certain she would have no trouble beating Eren.

He gives Armin a slight nod. He knows Holden is in good hands; or good enough hands with Armin, anyway. It’s not the first time the duo has babysat, and for as air-headed and clumsy Eren could be at the office, he seemed to be pretty damn good with kids if Holden’s attachment to the brunette was anything to go by.

Levi recounts that you’ve questioned on multiple occasions why Eren was so dedicated to being your PA when he seemed to have a potential career in taking care of, and maybe even teaching children. Not that he’s not a good assistant to you, but he’s certainly not as organized or detailed-oriented as Armin. Levi shrugs away the thought. Eren’s career choices are none of his business; his only concern is that he keeps his daughter safe and sound.

“Right. My card is on the kitchen island, you can buy lunch and dinner or whatever, I don’t think there’s much in the fridge,” Levi informs Armin. He looks briefly to the clock on the wall; he really should get going. “Remember to walk Captain at some point, and no matter what Holden says, he absolutely does need a leash on him. If Erwin isn’t being a complete asshat, I’ll be home by nine. (Y/N) will probably still be on her flight, so call me if you need anything.”

Armin nods enthusiastically, promising Levi that they would take care of everything. They’d better.

“Alright, I’m heading out,” Levi announces, pulling his keys from the table near the door, “Be good, Holden. Tell Armin and Eren if you need anything.”

Holden’s head perks up at the sound of her name. Elegantly, or as elegantly as a four-year-old can be, she stands from her seated crisscross position, to run over to Levi by the door. He should remind her that she should use walking feet inside the house, but he can’t bring himself to, instead crouching down to meet her height.

“Bye, daddy,” she tells him sweetly. Levi reaches a hand out to ruffle the top of her head, much to the small girl’s chagrin. She sports a grimace almost identical to his as he reaches up to try and smooth out the aftermath of her father’s affections, “Daddy!”

Levi can’t help but chuckle, reaching two fingers out to poke at his daughter’s forehead. “Be good. I’ll be back soon.”

“Mommy too?”

Levi sighs, “No, mommy doesn’t come back until Tuesday.”

“That’s four days away,” Holden’s doesn’t hesitate to express her dissatisfaction. Levi nods, a little proud of how quickly she’d calculated that in her head, “Can Eren stay until Tuesday?”

“No, Eren cannot.”

“Oh, that’s too bad,” Holden crinkles her nose. Levi really has got to do something about her fascination with Eren.

Holden looks backwards to where Eren is still seated around the coffee table, he and Armin watching the father-daughter duo. After reconciling with the fact that Eren does, in fact, have his own home to go back to at the end of the day, Holden turns back around, and holds her hand up, palm facing Levi. He does the same, bringing his larger palm to hers, so that her hand is pushed against the middle of his.

Not one for hugs, kisses, or larger displays of affection, Holden simply turns her palm so that her hand grabs around Levi’s as best as possible, hooking her thumb around his pinky finger—what Levi’s heard the young girl call a hand hug.

“Bye, daddy,” she repeats, squeezing his hand, “Come back soon.”

Levi bends his fingers to wrap around her hand, “I will.”

“Keep an eye on her,” Levi reminds Armin and Eren, after standing back up and gripping his briefcase in his hand, “Don’t cause too much trouble.”

“Holden never causes trouble,” Eren says in response, but his words are spoken in coos to the young girl, who’s already back at his side. 

Levi scoffs, “I was talking to you.” 

“We’ll be fine, boss, don’t worry,” Eren chuckles with an awkward blush, “We love looking after Holden.”

“I’m not your boss,” Levi deadpans, double-checking his pockets for his keys, “You’d better hope everything is fine. Call me if anything happens, I’ll be back soon.” 

With one final round of good-byes, and a wave from his daughter, Levi’s out the door, and stepping into his car with a grimace. It was just one stupid day out of his life. Besides, Holden would be fine with Armin and Eren; she always is. Levi is just grumpy that he can’t be the one to spend the day with her. 

He sighs, reluctantly, putting his keys in the ignition. The sooner he got this over with, the sooner he could come back to Holden. Everything would be fine in the meantime; for now, he had to focus on how he was going to get himself to sit through Erwin’s long-ass meeting. 

“Levi! Hi! Um… okay, so don’t freak out, but Armin and I are at the hospital with Holden right now—don’t freak out—because there was a small incident at lunch—don’t freak out and fire me please—but! It’s all gonna be okay, they’re already treating her and she’s doing fine now, so don’t freak—”  

“Tell me not to freak out one more fucking time and I’ll castrate Armin and feed you his balls myself.”

“You sound a little freaked out,” Eren placates, wincing and holding his phone away from his ear when Levi growls in response.

“You have five seconds to tell me what you two idiots did to my daughter and explain why I shouldn’t decapitate you immediately.”

“It’s a funny story, actually—so, um, we think Holden might be allergic to nuts…?”

“What do you mean might be, Jaeger?”

Eren can feel his heart in his throat. He eyes Armin on the other side of Holden’s hospital bed. He looks no better—color almost completely drained from his face, but Eren doesn’t think he can say much else to his boss before his knees give out from underneath him.

“Uh, well, it was a lot of technical terms, and—I—um, actually I’m going to let Armin explain!” Eren hurries, all but chucking his phone at the unsuspecting blonde.

Armin’s blue eyes look almost grey with anxiety, but before he can protest, Eren is flailing his hands and pointing fingers and reminding him that Levi will kill them both if he doesn’t start talking.

Reluctant, and terrified, Armin finally lifts the phone to his ear, stuttering out a pathetic hello, but Levi cuts him off before he can say anything else.

“Save it. Send me your location, and pray I don’t kill you when I get there.” Armin chokes out a “yes, sir,” before slowly bringing the phone down to his side.

The good news is that Holden’s allergic reaction wasn’t too severe: her throat had been irritated, and hives had emerged as a result, but it hadn’t been closing up. And luckily, Eren had the endurance to run nearly a mile and half with a four year old tucked under his arm; because with the traffic Armin observed whilst he and Captain huffed and lagged behind, it would have taken thrice as long to get Holden to the ER had they waited and called for an ambulance.

Even better was that Holden was an unnervingly calm kid, even whilst having an allergic reaction. She looked almost back to normal now, save for a few red looking blotches on her neck and upper arm; and seemed more than content to be watching a video on Eren’s phone, despite the situation. She was a little bummed out to find out that she could never eat the new ice cream she liked so much ever again, but she seemed to quickly get over it once Eren reminded her that there were lots of other flavors out there for her to try. Flavors that wouldn’t make her choke to death.

Still, Eren and Armin could probably kiss their jobs goodbye, seeing as they had nearly just poisoned their bosses’ daughter. Holden seemed to like them enough, but, unfortunately, Holden wasn’t the Ackerman who signed their checks.

At the very least, Eren doesn’t think you’ll be too upset with him. He doesn’t think you’ll be ecstatic to hear that while you were away on your already inconvenient work-trip on the other side of the globe, that he also managed to land your daughter in a hospital bed… but you were the more forgiving one. Then again, maybe not so forgiving when it comes to the health and wellbeing of your daughter. 

Eren falls back against the wall in dread. You weren’t even in the same country as him and he was worried about what you might say or do to him. Levi was probably less than twenty minutes away and fully capable of beheading him.

“You… uh, you think the Interior Branch is still looking for interns?” Eren breaks the silence, looking towards Armin, who’s taken the seat next to Holden’s bed, petting Captain robotically as the dog sits in his lap.

“I don’t think it matters,” Armin responds, “They won’t hire corpses.”

Fifteen minutes, and several run red lights later, Levi is bursting through the doors to the pediatric wing of the emergency room. He doesn’t care about the old woman at the reception yelling at him for causing a ruckus, or the other parents, doctors, or visitors eyeing him for marching around like he owned the place. Holden was in there somewhere, and he was going to get to her.

“Holden—oh, god, Holden,” Levi coos, frantic, as he marches into Holden’s room, scurrying to the side of her hospital bed. A cold hand reaches up to stroke her face. Angry, red bumps litter the sides of neck, her cheeks are puffier than usual, and the perimeter of her mouth seems a bit irritated, but Levi is relieved. She’s okay, his baby girl is okay.

“’M fine, daddy,” Holden assures him. She’s almost overly-perceptive for her age, able to pick up on her father’s out of character antics, and does her best to console him. “Eren ran with me all the way here when I started coughing and itchin.’”

Levi nods, the dark grey splotches in Holden’s eyes bringing him comfort, ensuring him that she was okay. “They gave me a shot, and I don’t like needles, but I didn’t even cry at all. Ask, Armin and Eren, they saw! Captain, too.”

“Brave girl,” Levi smiles, reaching his hand up to push her hair out of her face then leans over to press a kiss to her forehead.

Levi had almost forgotten that Eren and Armin were in the room until he hears a blundering cough from behind him. The younger boys look petrified, Eren practically shaking in his shoes, while Armin doesn’t even have the confidence to look him in the eye.

“We’re really sorry, Levi,” Eren apologizes, voice scratchy and wobbly, like he’d been the one to just get a shot, “We didn’t know—and when she started coughing and saying she couldn’t breathe, I swear, I ran here as fast as I could—”

“It’s fine.”

“It’s… fine?”

Levi sighs. Maybe he’d been a little harsh with them on the phone, letting his emotions get the best of him. He’d already been pissed off enough to not have the time to spend with Holden this weekend; hearing that she’d been hurt was just the final push over the edge for him, but it wasn’t necessarily Armin or Eren’s fault.

“I didn’t know either,” Levi exhales, reaching at hand out to pet the top of Holden’s head again, the young girl now distracted once again by the phone in her hand, “She’s never had a reaction to anything before, and neither (Y/N) or I have any strong allergies.”

Armin shuffles where he’s standing. “The doctor said she might be allergic to tree nuts. We, uh, we gave her pistachio ice cream after lunch.”

If there’s anything concerning Levi, it’s that they gave Holden ice cream before dinner, but he supposes he can let it go for now.

“Eren told me to try it, and it tasted good, daddy,” Holden interjects, “Before I started coughing, it was good.”

“Ah, well, you can’t—you shouldn’t eat things that make you feel sick!” Eren stutters loudly.

“But it was good,” Holden pouts, “And you said to try new things, Eri. I won’t know if it makes me sick if I don’t try them.”

Levi holds back his laughter. He knows that Holden definitely wouldn’t want to try the same same flavor again knowing now that she was allergic to it; she was just pulling at Eren’s leg. Levi would have to keep an eye out for the stuff anyway, especially if her oh-so-precious Eren has expressed any former love for it. 

“Um, Levi, sir,” Armin calls, pulling Levi’s attention towards the blonde, “We didn’t know if (Y/N) would have landed already, but do you think you should call her, to, um, let her know?”

Levi’s face pales three shades when he realizes that none of them had already informed you that your daughter was currently hospitalized with a new found allergy.

“You can call her,” Levi says, a shudder in his spine at the thought of relaying this information to you, “That’s your death sentence, not mine.”

[angstyantoinette]

Yandere!Howl Jenkins Pendragon x Reader Headcanons

Warnings: Slight NSFW [mention], kidnapping, manipulation, toxic relationships. 

We all know that Howl is very much a ladies man; he knows exactly how to pull women in, and captivate them so that they fall in love with him easily. 

For Howl, it’s all a game. He catches the eye of a girl, no interest on his part of course. She just happens to be in his line of the game. He knows what to say, how to present himself to perfectly fluster and simultaneously intimidate every other person there. He doesn’t venture outside the castle often, and when he does, there’s an air of fear; there’s such awe left in his wake. 

And he loves it. This drama queen feeds off it.

But we also know that Howl is a runner. He cannot commit to anything, hating the restricting nature of feeling tied down. I mean, he abandoned his apprenticeship. With this in mind, Howl makes the most unlikely yandere. But he actually is highly dangerous, although he doesn’t really look like it.

He’s afraid of himself in a way. He understands that he is quite powerful, and after practically going rogue, Howl gets his kicks with spontaneity, with the complete unexpected in life. 

When he meets you, he expects you to give him all your attention, like everyone else. But you brushed past him, looking at his fancy clothes, his blonde hair, sapphire eyes, green jewels swinging from his ears, and the beautiful pendant around his neck. He was picturing it now in his mind, getting ready for the look of adoration, the tense of muscles, the scarlet blush upon your cheeks.

But you looked away. You gathered your belongings, perhaps stowing them away in your satchel, and you just looked away.

What?

Is that it?

You weren’t even interested in him. Howl was still so stunned he had nothing to say, no suave and seductive voice to tempt you into his charms. He was in awe of you; you looked at him with such indifference it made his head hurt. Not with heartache or pain or anything like that. But he could not deny that he wasn’t curious.

Well, of course, not only does this not sit too well with Howl, he is very much a delusional person in this kind of state. However, he is incredibly smart and calculating and he balances these two personalities scarily very well. 

Like I said before, Howl is a very dangerous yandere, and he thrives on his blantant misinterpretation of a mere womanizer to scamper away, unsuspected, unscathed, and free to do what he likes.

Howl doesn’t really hold on to grudges that much, or anything; when he loses interest, he tosses things away. Not all though. 

You, you, YOU. 

Why won’t you leave his weary mind after days of being apart? Why is his  conciousness telling him to look for you, and not relent until he’s succeeded in doing so? Despite all the signs, all of the telltale signs that shows he’s just a little too invested in you, he writes it off as his bad habits resurfacing to play another game. 

And, of course, Howl Jenkins shall oblige!

Howl is a patient man, make no mistake. He finds it enjoyable to watch things go down for a while; no matter how trivial, poking fun in plain sight at innocent civilians never gets old. 

When he finally gives in to trying to find you and play with you for a little while, Howl pushes aside all distractions to do so. That means traveling through counties and villages, towns and cities until he’s found you again.

Howl is desperate for love and affection that isn’t because of his looks. He really wants someone to love him, not the image he puts across, not just above the surface with his tantalizing blue eyes that pull you in and trap you. 

You saw through that. You barely gave him a second glance and while it peaked his interest initially, it annoyed him for days on end. Usually being teasing and indifferent to Calcifer’s complaining, he found himself snapping and getting easily annoyed. Markl began to subtly keep his distance on bad days. 

Now, though, he’s become delusional. In Howl’s mind, you are to blame for his interest, for his inability to keep his mind off of you. You are the sole reason for his burgeoning obsession that seems to be running the show. He tells himself that when he finds you, it’ll leave. This painful, utterly agonising sensation of having you in his grasp, playing his game will go far away. He’ll seduce you, definitely, take you to bed and have a good time and his obsession and all-consuming desire to play the game, just you and him will just...go. Poof.

Except when Howl does find you, he doesn’t feel like letting go of you. 

Ever. 

And while this does take him by surprise, it all starts to make sense for him. 

Because looking at you now, bundled up in his arms, crying in anger and confusion, he sees in the stars that this was meant to be. 

He waits until he’s sure you’re asleep [more like passed out from exhaustion-] to really, really get a good look at you. He notices for the first time your cheeks and how they’re squished against his pillows and wrapped up in his sheets so perfectly, it’s like you’ve been here many times before. He notes how relaxed your closed eyes seem to be, no furrowed brow or scrunched tight eyelids; just complete and utter serenity. 

You’re just so perfect. Could you be a god, some kind of deity perhaps?

He’s in love for the first time in a long time. He may have let it slip by then, selfish and uncaring, but now?

Oh no, Darling, you don’t stand a chance. Howl will do anything to keep you hidden from those bastards’ eyes  protect you, to love you and most of all, make you see that he’s the one for you.

 Always.

You sat in the boiling water filling the bathtub, limp and tired, unresponsive as Howl bustled around you, his task completely focused on getting you ready for bed. Once upon a time, you would have refused to call him by name; instead you settled for ‘bastard’, ‘prick’, and ‘I hate you’. 

You even tried to sleepily mutter these things under your breath, not caring now that you were being lifted out of the bath, and dressed in a white gown. You cared even less when feeling your mind slip away into a soft sleep, curling into your body with comfort, clinging onto Howl’s pillows.

However, in front of his ‘housemates’ [ you could only guess what a talking fireplace could have to do with his wacky moving castle ], you were frightened. Howl didn’t even have to say a word; he had you smiling and  acting somewhat normally in front of ‘Calcifer’ and the little boy, Markl, you thought his name was. 

But you could always feel the sliver of magic take a hold of your wrists from behind, a little voice telling you that staying here was for your best interest, what more could you want? It promised you eternal love, devotion and affection, coated with a sickly sweetness only Howl could pull off. 

All in all, you stopped resisting after a while. Howl was annoyingly patient it seemed, and it frustrated you to feel as though you were a child all over again. He smothered you, insisting on doing the most trivial of things for you, never snapping back at you, never doing anything to remotely answer back at you in the same manner whenever you resisted his help.

It didn’t click until you had cursed at him mercilessly, screeching and crying, pulling at your combed hair, that by acting like this; he looked better than you. He looked above you. Compared to your tantrums, Howl looked calm and collected and completely willing to help you in any way possible. 

But why was he doing all of this? 

Why did you wake up in his bed, with his lanky arms draped all over you as if you were lovers? Why was he spoiling you, letting you wear his clothes, feeding you? What was he trying to convince you of? 

“Darling, I have some new nightclothes for you. Do you want me to help you into them?” He was slower, more gentle tonight as he strolled around his room. He was delberate though, not forceful exactly, but it was more of an atmospherical warning. You could just tell; if little Y/N tried anything, something would happen. 

Some kind of spell, or perhaps even a curse to teach you a lesson.

Ah, there it was. Another gift. 

Did he think you’d simply tolerate him because of his lavish, his blatantly excessive gift-giving?

Why did he look at you with such sickening adoration on his flawless features? 

At last, his bustling seemed to cease and he took a longing glace back at you. He probably only meant it to last a few seconds but the longer he gazed, it just became a cold and glassy stare. 

You knew the feeling of ‘zoning out’ well, but his eyes became darker and darker. Some kind of shadow must have passed over him or something, because he snapped out of his eerie trance and threw himself onto the bed. 

You yelped in surprise, pulling your hands to your sides, hastily spreading them out on the soft quilt like spiders, your legs pushing your body back ever so slightly, eyes wide. 

Howl chuckled, but it was filled with a sinister undertone that you weren’t used to at all. He snapped his head to the right, his hands already unraveling a silk-encased package. 

“I saw these while in the town today and couldn’t help myself.” 

Pulling out the brand new nightclothes, you unwillingly let out a pleased gasp. It was a set of matching pyjamas. They were satin, smooth to the touch and a beautiful shade of emerald, not too bright at all, but not dark either. 

Sometimes, you enjoyed this sort of treatment from Howl, albeit, very guiltily. He was always polite, courteous and kind, willing to help you with anything, but you also couldn’t help but feel a sense of horror, lingering long after you fell asleep. As if it were some kind of parasite. You just couldn’t for the life of you place your finger on it. 

You had learned to never keep him waiting for anything; he was a busy man and as much as he liked to have free reign of his work, he liked to be organised too.

This time you had apparently spent too long admiring your gift rather than answering him.

“Isn’t it lovely, Y/N? I thought it would suit you divinely.”

“Y-yes, it’s beautiful, thanks so much H-Howl.” 

Not wasting any more time, he sat up from his previous position on the bed, and somehow managed to gracefully snatch the nightclothes away from your trembling hands, and shooting you a look as if to say, well, take your clothes off. That was the less sinister version. Howl’s eyes took on a new darkness that growled, or I’ll do it myself. 

Your hands flew to your neckline, undoing the small ribbon that held the soft cotton on you, and allowed Howl to thread his fingers through the material, travelling towards the bottom of the garment and pulling it over your head whilst you lifted your arms, feeling the comfort of the soft sleeves peel off your arms. 

The blush on your face was unmistakeable. It was another embarassment being bathed by him, but this? Stripping you out of your clothes? It didn’t help that he was aware of your inner battle, and having an annoying, but otherwise barely noticeable smile on his face. 

His hand reached over with the satin nightclothes, urging you to take them. You did, carefully so, slipping them on against your flushed body, his cerulean orbs watching intensely. 

As if he didn’t want the image to go away. 

When you had finished dressing yourself, you stood up and  tentatively walked to the mirror, even slightly stumbling on your feet, and gasped in pleased surprise. You looked...beautiful in the nightclothes. The satin felt so smooth on your skin, and the emerald shade brought out your e/c eyes nicely. 

A few moments later though, you gasped for a whole different reason. Howl slipped his hands around the front of your torso, letting them wander further and further down, reaching your thighs with a renewed urgency, pressing you back against his body.

“I didn’t hear a ‘thank you’, darling.” His tone was teasing, but you could detect a hint of anger, annoyance was it? As quickly as the shadows came they departed, leaving you at the mercy of the wizard Howl. 

“No matter,” he rasped against the nape of your neck, placing soft, heated kisses against your skin,”You can say thank you, whilst begging on your knees.”

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sorry about that ending, it just needed to come to an end before i drove myself mad with the procrastination :)

but what did you think of it?? there really isn’t enough Howl’s Moving Castle fics, let alone yandere ones, but i like how it came out. 

to the person who requested this, Howl, is 100000% the gentle dom we ALL NEED OKAY

[scorpiobitch95]

Summary: You try convince Walter to love your favorite snack throughout your years together. The best dates are shared over cereal, after all.

Pairing: Walter Marshall x Female Reader

Word Count: 4.5k

Warnings: sugary sweet fluff, implied smut — nothing graphic, snarkiness, grumpy Walter to fluffy Walter, cursing, cuteness overload.

Author's Note: I let myself get carried away with this one. I needed grumpy but sweet Walter in my life. I hope you enjoy!

Edited by myself, sorry not sorry for the errors.

Taglist: @justaboringadult @greensleeves888 @cavillsharman @beck07990 @summersong69 @myloveforhenrycavill @kebabgirl67

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*No permission is given for reposting my work, copying it, or claiming any ideas or parts as your own.

Please comment and reblog if you enjoyed!

It started when you and Walter were early dating.

💋

“Mmmm, pause. I need a snack.” Uncurling yourself from Walter’s warm body on the couch, you made your way to the kitchen to find something to cure your hunger. You called behind you, “Want anything, Marsh?”

“Whatever you’re having... I’ll have the same.”

“Cereal it is!” You pulled the ceramic bowls from the cabinet and opened the fridge to grab the milk. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Walter’s face scrunch in confusion. “What?”

“Cereal? Absolutely not,” Walter scoffed. “Would you grab me those spicy crisps?”

“Spicy chips, coming right up.” Vernacular was the subject of an ongoing heated debate with the Brit: the great ‘Names for Snacks Debate’ was especially hostile.

Once settled back under the blanket and snuggled into his side once more, you unpaused the movie. The energy in the room shifted, you could sense that you were being watched, but you refused to look up to look at Walter’s face. The judgment coming from the bear of a man who crunched his chips beside you was glaring.

"Stop it," you told him as you kept your eyes on the movie.

Walter didn’t say a word. His eyes traveled back to the TV but kept finding their way back to you.

“Walt, what is it? Is there something on my face?” You giggled at him lightly, unsure of what was bothering him.

“You really chose that for a snack?” His face was bewildered as if you were eating a bowl of Jeep parts.

“What? Don’t tell me you don’t eat cereal as a snack.” He shook his head curtly, wearing a look of disgust. Your eyebrows crinkled together as you followed by asking, “Not even as a quick dinner?”

“Cereal is meant for one time and one place, and that’s sometimes in the mornings for breakfast. That's why they call it breakfast cereal, love. Not dinner cereal, not snack cereal... Do you also eat cereal for lunch?” He was poking fun at you now.

“No, I’m not a heathen, Walter. Here, try a bite, just trust me. It’s amazing as a movie snack.”

His eyes were wide as a grimace was sent in your direction, “You’re crazy — no one does that.”

“Plenty of people do that,” you stated matter-of-factly.

“I’m really not the biggest fan…” Walter sighed and settled further into the couch, preparing for your exasperation that he knew was soon to follow.

“WHAT. Not the biggest fan of cereal? I’m sorry, you were sheltered as a child, weren’t you? There's cereal out there for everyone, Walt. Come on, try it.” You scooped a spoonful of your sugary Cinnamon Toast Crunch and held it to him. He reluctantly obliged your wishes, eating the bite but keeping a look of pain on his face for the entire time he chewed.

"See? Delicious. Ice-cold, crunchy, sweet, perfect." A sugary grin accompanied your playful tone, and Walter shook his head again, exaggerating his distaste for having to chew such an atrocity.

"Mhm. Definitely delicious." Your goofy bear was simmering under the surface of his scouring demeanor, though he stuck his tongue out in mock disgust.

"You're not the biggest fan," you muttered under your breath and rolled your eyes for dramatic effect. "I'll show you."

💋

Standing in the grocery store, you and Walter were having a battle of wits, arguing on the subject of your sweet tooth.

“I’m just trying to show concern for your dental health since you obviously won’t; all that sugar isn’t good for you.” Walter stood stern with his arms crossed, unmoving and solid like a brick wall.

“I appreciate your worry, Dad, but I’m going to keep eating it because I love it. One day, I bet I’ll convince you and you’ll be eating it with me. Plus, my dental health is immaculate, my dentist said so.”

The expression on Walter's face was unwavering as his eyebrows raised in a non-verbal challenge to your declaration.

“I don’t know how you can stand to eat that crap,” he muttered, thinking you couldn’t hear him.

“Oh no, don’t you dare, you grump! I don’t get on you about your snacks, back off mine. ” Despite his unnecessary grouchiness, you placed a hand on his crossed arms and raised up on your toes to give him a soft kiss on his bearded face. “Balance, babe. It’s all about balance.” You dug your way through his arms to find his hands and you drug him a little further down the cereal aisle.

“Come on, grumbly, pick out a cereal you think you might enjoy, for experiment’s sake.”

💋

“Fuck, babe. I’m going to be late, we just got called out on another accident. I am so sorry… I’m not sure when I’ll be home.” Walter had been working a ton lately, and his irritation with just how much he’d been working was starting to show. The two of you had been together for a few months now and had started to grow accustomed to having the other around consistently. You both became out of sorts when you hadn’t seen each other in a while.

“Don’t even worry about it, Walter. Just be careful, please... You should still come over when you’re finished tonight, but no pressure if you’re exhausted.”

“Of course, still need to kiss you goodnight. I can’t sleep if I haven’t.”

Walter Marshall might be a grump, but that grump could make your heart flutter in ways that you’d never felt before. Maybe it was that his sweetness and his charms were completely reserved for you and you alone. His teddy bear nature only appeared when he was near you.  After putting back the ingredients for dinner to save for another night, you went to change into your sweats.

Walter appeared at your front door at 12:30 that night, nearly asleep but still standing strong. You’d dozed off on the couch after his call, but were immediately energized again when you saw his beautiful form standing in your doorway.

“Hello, I’m here to have a very late night date with an incredibly beautiful woman,” Walter said, the gravel in his voice making you shiver. Despite his exhaustion, Walter managed to smile at you with one of the biggest smiles you’d ever seen him manage.

You smirked, waving him inside. “Get in here, Bear.”

Walter reached his arms out to you, inviting you into his embrace. Your arms wrapped around his thick torso and you ran your hands up and down his sweater-clad back; he melted into you and burrowed his face into your neck. Walter released an exhaustive exhale. It was heavy and forceful, as though he’d been holding it back behind a stone barricade for the entirety of his day. Warmth flooded your body as his words vibrated from his chest, “Mmm... I missed you.”

“I missed you, too. Let’s get you fed. Preferences?”

Still snuggled in your neck, he gave his reply, “Nothing heavy, please. I don’t want to fall asleep at the table. That wouldn’t make for a good date.”

“Oh Walter, we can postpone date night, you need to eat something and get to bed. It’s nearly one,” you observed gently as you leaned your head back to get a better look at his face.

“No. I came here to have a date night. I’ve been looking forward to seeing you all day. I need you.” Walter’s warm lips caressed your forehead, placing soft kisses on you. “You think you’re still up for it?”

Nodding at him sweetly, you untangled from his embrace and went to tumble through the fridge, offering out suggestions for food, but he insisted, yet again, that you don’t go to any trouble.

“Okay… you’re going to hate it, but my last option is cereal. Other than that, it’s gonna be random leftovers.” You continued moving containers around in the fridge, taking stock of what you had left from the week before.

“Actually, I think I can handle some cereal.” You whipped your head around incredulously to look and heckle him, but he gruffly interrupted, pointing a finger at you from where he sat at your kitchen table. "Don't. Don't start. It's been a brutal day, and something cold doesn't sound half bad."

You smirked in silence as you turned back and poured your bowls, dancing your hips lightly side to side. Grabbing the candles you had left out for your dinner date, you lit them and placed them gently on the table between the two of you. It was date night, after all.

“Late night cereal date, it is.” Reaching down to caress his chin, you kissed one bearded cheek before sitting beside him. Walter’s lips held a slight curl, softly smiling at your glee.

💋

“Love, snack break?”

The two of you were engaged in an intense game of Scrabble, one of your favorite date-night-in traditions. Nodding your head in Walter’s direction, you continued to study your letters and the board with pure focus until you heard the twinkling sound of cereal hitting ceramic.

Not wanting to draw too much attention, you peeked up from your letter rack to make sure your ears weren’t deceiving you. Walter was not just making a bowl for you, but he was also making one for himself.

No way.

Walter made his way back to the table with the cereal, and you looked up at him in shock as though you hadn’t already noticed what he’d done.

“What is this? What is this I see? Walter Marshall choosing breakfast cereal as a snack? Why, I just cannot believe it.” Mock-surprise overtook your form as you motioned fake mind-blowing explosions from your head. Walter rolled his eyes.

“I figured If I can learn to like you, I can learn to like cereal.”

“HEY.”

Walter shrugged, retaking his seat at the table.

You squinted your eyes at him as you declared, “You’re going down for that. And I don’t just mean by losing this game.” A wicked grin crossed your face when you played your double score word:

“CHEERIO”

💋

Walter worked a lot of graveyard shifts while you were dating and during your early years of marriage while you worked a normal 8-5. Sometimes the only moments that you could see each other were when he came home from his shift early in the mornings before you started your day or in the evenings when you got home before he left to start his.

One early morning during your engagement, Walt showed up unannounced after a hard few nights at the PD. He was worn down but happy to see you, smiling through his exhaustion. This was the longest you’d been apart in a while; you hadn't seen each other in 4 days. You kissed him, lips attacking his while his arms snaked around you and pulled you tightly to his body. He hadn’t even come into the house yet.

Pulling him inside, your hands reached up to hold his scruffy face as you placed a more gentle kiss on his lips. “Babe, have you had dinner? Let’s get you something to eat… what would you like?”

He unfastened his holster, dropping it on the table by the door. Sinking into a chair, Walter bent over to untie his boots as he answered, “Honestly, anything is fine, just some kind of food.”

“I can cook you something! Why don’t you let me —“

“Sweet, don’t go to any trouble. I just want to see you before you go to work.”

He looked at the table where you had just sat down to a bowl of cereal for a quick breakfast before he arrived and pointed lazily to it. “That, I’ll take some,” he said, sleep trying to overtake his form.

Slowly grinning at his statement, you mentioned, "Isn't this technically your dinner time?" Walter wasn’t amused as he tilted his head to look at you as you gasped playfully, “You do realize you're about to eat cereal for dinner, right, Marsh?" Too sleepy to give his verbal rebuttal, he glared at you, the corners of his lips turning up slightly, which was your signal to accept your victory and move on.

Smiling softly back at him, you made your way to pour him a big bowl and made him a cup of piping hot tea to accompany it. Watching his face as he ate, you observed the little creases and purple-gray rings that had formed around his deep ocean-blue eyes. His beard was unkempt and had grown past its normal length just in the few days you’d been apart; you could see this was a new level of exhaustion.

“Tough night?” You asked him, moving your chair closer to him.

He nodded. “Very.” The nights were becoming more strenuous recently. Ever since he had switched to the detective unit, work had been holding him hostage and was taking a toll more than he’d like to admit.

His hand reached over to squeeze the free one lying on your lap. “I’m happy to see you, love.” The hard lines on his face softened as he traced lazy circles on the back of your hand with his calloused thumb. You could see in his eyes that he meant it, that you were his safe space. Walter always was in protection mode, always on alert, even though you tried to keep him at ease when he was with you. He was only really ever at ease once he was home and you were safe in his arms.

The food began to rouse him from sleepiness, and as he gained alertness, Walter’s brow furrowed as he took notice of the cereal box sitting on the dining table. “This is the one we’re eating? I expected you to be eating more of one of those tooth-rotting cereals that you love so much.” He looked over at the box of Honey Bunches of Oats with curiosity and then back at you, lifting what you called his ‘detective eyebrow.’

“This is… surprisingly somewhat better for you? Or at least it acts like it is.”

“Oh come on, I’m not that bad. I only let you believe that I am. It is my breakfast time after all,” you winked at him knowingly.

“Good to know my words are finally starting to sink in. I mean, it’s not that much better for you,” he was reading the box now, “but at least it isn’t borderline fluorescent, like those artificial fruity ones you’re always eating.”

“You know, it’s almost like I expect the hate and just enact my deflection shield every time you walk in the door.” You started giggling, unable to keep a straight face as you threw your arms in front of your face as a shield to his words. “Don’t worry, Walt, my guilty pleasure cereal collection is well-stocked. And quit hating on my Fruity Pebbles.”

💋

Slowly over time, these seemingly random cereal dates became a large foundation for quality time. These dates became like snapshots, each one memorable in its own way.

When you two hadn’t seen each other in days, you caught up over a cold bowl of sugary sweetness. You, telling all the details of your days; him, quietly listening and trying his best to leave his nights behind.

From then on, all it took was knowing you could have a cereal date mixed in the chaos of everyday life. Anytime things got hard or heavy, it was time to have a cereal date. Anytime you had a fight: you both would pause and make a bowl of cereal, sitting across the table from each other so that you could speak your feelings. There weren’t many of the world’s problems, or your own, that couldn’t be solved over sugary cereal and cold milk.

💋

You’d dragged Walter to your shared bed as soon as he’d arrived home, having not seen him for more than a few minutes at a time for the past month. This current case of his was intense and ongoing, but he was finally finished. You knew he was defeated in energy, but you were ovulating and your hormones were raging. Your body craved his touch and the feel of his skin gliding upon your own.

The plan was to go to dinner for a romantic evening since it had been a long while since that had been possible, but as soon as he walked through the door, your feral sexuality washed over you and you jumped into his arms. You clung to him with your face in his neck, taking in his scent and the warmth of his strong arms holding you up. He clung to you just as tightly. There was no complaint from the bear, for he was more than happy to spend the evening spoiling his lover.

Cuddling in the afterglow of your countless orgasms, a storm raged outside as tree limbs slapped at your windows incessantly.

“Wow, it sounds awful out there. I know we were going out, but I think that point is moot now.” You glanced up at Walter, kissing his jaw. “Let’s just cook something easy instead.”

“That sounds great, and we can stay naked.” Walt’s eyebrows danced flirtatiously as he grinned down at you, his hands caressing your warm skin. “I’ll go hunt around so I can keep my woman energized for the night ahead. We are nowhere near done.”

He’d only been gone a minute when a crack of thunder shook the house and the lights went dark. You heard his mumbling coming from the kitchen; he had called in to get a status update from the energy company.

Walking back into the bedroom, Walter, in his naked glory, walked over to where you laid, illuminated only by the candle he held in his hand. Wow, your husband was delicious.

"Power’s out for the whole city. It’ll take hours since this storm doesn’t have an end in sight. Looks like a hot dinner is off the table… and no one will deliver in this weather. I guess we know what’s for dinner." Setting the candle on the nightstand, he crawled back into bed.

Feeling seductive, despite being completely spent from your ravenous love-making mere minutes beforehand, you still hadn’t had your fill of your husband. You bit your lip as you ran your eyes up and down his exquisite body and cheekily replied, “Me, I hope.”

He chuckled lowly, the fangs in his pearly-white smile glinting at you in the candlelight. “You? Yes. I plan to feast on you all night long, kitten. But you’re going to need some sustenance first.” He was hovering over you. You couldn’t help yourself as you reached to run your fingers along his hairy chest and wrapped a leg around his hip, pulling him closer to you.

"Make it a cereal date?" You grinned at him.

“You read my mind.”

💋

“Our child is going to come out looking like the Lucky Charms Leprechaun if you don’t change it up some, love.”

Your cravings were intense. You’d heard several different views from your girlfriends and sisters: some craved random things they never even liked before, and some craved more of the things that they already loved and ate religiously before pregnancy. You fell into the latter. Cereal was your most sought-after snack: a big surprise to no one.

There weren’t many cliche late-night ice cream runs, but there were plenty of cereal and milk runs. Walter was a dutiful dad already, not lecturing you too often on what you wanted; he knew you were doing what you had to for the baby, and you ate healthily enough… aside from the copious amounts of junk cereal.

True to numerous other times in your life, date nights were hard to come by, even still. Sometimes the only dates you and Walter would get were in the wee hours of the morning when you’d wake up with a craving.

Walter was extremely doting, and even though he’d always been a caretaker, he really came into his own when you both learned you were to become parents. He’d crawl from the bed without a word, rummaging in the kitchen to bring you a bowl of your favorite and even bringing a small one for himself. You two would snuggle in the bed and talk. Talk about your baby, about future babies, about the future, about your dreams, all of it. You never knew when you met the grumpy bear that he would become this sweet of a man, always tender with you even when he was rough. Maybe it was the cereal sugar that had sweetened him up, at least you’d like to think so.

💋

Your daughter had been in the world for a little over three weeks, and neither you nor Walter had gotten much sleep since her arrival.

Walter finally got her down to sleep while you watched from the nursery doorway. You hadn’t had a meal together or slept at the same time for more than 10 minutes in weeks.

He was standing over her crib, resting his arms on the side as he watched her sleep. He was infatuated with this tiny human who had completely taken hold of his heart.

“Honey, join me for a date?” Your smile was tired, and as your bear’s exhausted eyes met yours, you wondered if you two shouldn’t just go to bed, but you missed him. You’d barely gotten the chance to praise him for how good of a daddy he was to your little girl.

“Mhm, gladly. Our usual?” He quietly followed you to the living room, where the coffee table had already been set up with the works. Craving the feel of his touch on your skin, you both sat on the couch and you laid your legs across his lap while you enjoyed the serenity of each other’s company.

💋

A chill glided across your skin as you awoke from a dream. You rolled over, reaching your arms out to find your sturdy man, searching for his warmth. Instead, you found cold bedsheets.

Unlike Walter to not be in bed with a furry arm draped over you, you pulled on your robe and went to find him, a slight worry filling your mind.

Surely he would have woken me if he’d had to go in?

As you stepped into the hallway, you heard hushed giggles and whispers coming from the kitchen. You stopped to poke your head into your kids’ rooms. Their beds were empty.

At least it’s Saturday.

Quietly pitter-pattering to your kitchen, you peered your head around the corner to find one of the sweetest sights your eyes had ever seen: your two babes, 8 and 5, were playing a princess board game at the table with your Bear. Cereal by their side, giggles ensued as the sugar hit their systems and they tried their best to keep quiet.

Walter’s deep whisper quietly filled the space. “Shh, girls. We can’t wake Mum, she needs her rest.”

“Can I have more Cap’n Crunch, Daddy?” Your youngest had an insatiable sweet tooth, just like her mama. She was quietly bouncing in her chair and smiling a toothy grin at her daddy.

“You’re just like your mum,” Walter beamed at her, obliging her wishes. “Just a little more, love, then we need to brush our teeth and get back to sleep.”

Not wanting the girls to know that you knew about their secret, you decided to make your way back to bed, but not before catching your husband’s eye as he winked at you and a grin radiated from his face.

Warm tingles filled your body as you silently thanked the universe for Walter and the life that the two of you had built together. Walter was the best dad and husband in the world. How had you gotten so lucky?

💋

“Cinnamon Toast Crunch or Golden Grahams, love?” Walter called to you from the kitchen.

The movie was selected, the kids were away for the evening sleeping at friend’s houses, and you and Walter were having a much-deserved night in.

You called back to him, “I’m thinking I’m going to skip the cereal? I’m not really feeling it tonight. I will, however, eat the spicy chips. Oh, and grab that dip out of the fridge, will ya?”

“For the last time, they are crisps.” Annoyance was evident by his tone.

“They’re chips, Walter. You’ve lived in the states for how long now? Just give it up already.”

“No fucking way. Wait… You don’t want cereal? Are you feeling alright?” Walter’s head popped into the doorway that connected the kitchen to the living room, his face stern with confusion and concern.

“Ehh, not right now. Yes, I’m fine, Marsh,” you giggled. “Just feeling like something different for once.”

“Well, that’s shocking. I’m just wondering if you’re really my wife.” Giggles continued to flow out of you as he wandered back to where you were seated. He handed you your snack, and plopped on the couch next to you, cuddling into you as you tossed a blanket over both of your bodies. Walter started the movie and began to chow down on the bowl of cereal he’d made for himself. You couldn’t control the smirk that spread across your lips as you watched him out of the corner of your eye.

“What?” he asked, his mouth full of the golden and cinnamon squares. His eyes met yours, questioning you.

“I would just like to point out that I knew I could convince you.”

His brow furrowed in confusion, not sure what you meant. “Convince me of what?”

“That cereal is the best movie snack.”

“I don’t know if I’d say it’s the best…”

“Walt, I’m sitting here with your previous favorite movie snack in my hands, and you totally skipped over it and went for cereal. I’m just saying, I told you so. It’s okay, I’ve known I was right all along, you don’t have to admit it.”

“Hmm.” He growled, mouth full again as he ignored your statement.

“Give me a bite!” You pressed closer to him, reaching for his spoon as he angled his body and cereal away from you.

“Oh no, nice try. You tease, you don’t get any.”

“Fine, grumpy, I’ll go make my own. Keep watching, I’ll be back.”

Shuffling to the kitchen, you proceeded to grab a bowl and make your own, but you found both cereal boxes empty on the counter. Quickly turning to check your special cereal cabinet for a backup box, you discovered you were completely out.

“WALTER! Are you fucking kidding me? We just bought those!” Standing with your arms crossed in the doorway, you glared at Walt as he stared back at you unfazed.

“I hate to break up your gloating, but you created this monster, love. And don’t forget about our two other little monsters who take after you.” His grin was cocky; he knew he’d bested you. Laser beams could have been shooting from your eyes for all you knew. You shook your head in disbelief at the audacity of your husband.

That bastard. That beautiful bastard.

Walter smiled softly at you and motioned for you to rejoin him on the couch. Much to your dismay, your anger at him diffused immediately. “Love, I’ll go buy more first thing in the morning. Here, come and share mine. I’ll be nice… it is date night, after all.”

* I do not own Walter Marshall, Nomis, Night Hunter, or anything related to it.

[taestefully-in-luv]

Always You | JJK (Drabble#2)

Summary: Jungkook is sick and needs your love.

Pairing: Always You!Jungkook x female reader

Genre: fluff, implied smut.

Word count: 2.2k

Warnings: none really! enjoy

Notes: no smut in this one! I’m surprised at myself lol Enjoy:)

Taglist: @seagulljk

© taestefully-in-luv

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You are the definition of exhausted. Work was hectic today to say the least, you didn’t think all these cookie orders would come out of thin air like the way they did today. You and your coworkers are so god damn tired but still decided that you guys were going to hit a bar to celebrate that the day is over. You were going to at least. That is until you were on your way to your car when your phone started buzzing with incoming messages.

Jungkook 9:24pm

Baby I am dying I think I am actually dying

Jungkook 9:24pm

Is it normal to have hallucinations while on nyquil

Jungkook 9:25pm

Bc I keep thinking you’re here and your gorgeous lips are on my dick

Jungkook 9:25pm

Oh my goodddd I am dying, I need you

Jungkook 9:25pm

I need you

You look at your screen and frown…Jungkook mentioned this morning he was feeling sort of…under the weather. But now he’s talking about dying? While you are stubborn while sick, Jungkook is quite the opposite. He’s needy, wants attention and will pretty much do anything you ask.

y/n 9:27pm

Do I need to come take care of you?

Jungkook 9:27pm

Yes:( please come home…

“y/n!” Jade jogs up to you, stopping when she gets to you and your car. “Want to ride together?”

“Ah,” you bite down on your bottom lip, “Actually my boyfriend is sick and—”

“You can say ‘Jungkook’” Jade rolls her eyes playfully, “But I get it, saying ‘boyfriend’ is fun, huh?”

You blush, feeling embarrassed. “Yeah, well. Jungkook is kind of sick and he’s such a baby when he’s like this and—”

“No need to explain.” She smiles, “Go. Next time,” she promises. “But you owe me a drink for leaving me with these fools. Hazel is apparently meeting us too, and you know how Adam gets.” She teases, “So, you owe me.”

“Noted.” You laugh, “See you later, Jade.”

You get inside your car, turning the ignition on when your phone starts buzzing again, this time a phone call from none other than your boyfriend.

“Hello?” you bring the phone to your ear. “Jungkook?”

“Baby.” Jungkook drags out the word in a whine, “Please bring me more medicine.” He softly begs. You have to admit he does sound pretty pathetic. You can’t help but pity him as he starts dramatically coughing on the other side of the line.

“And please hurry. I need you. Need you to cuddle me and kiss me. I think your kisses could possibly cure me.”

“I’m about to leave work right now,” you confirm, “Which meds should I get you? What are you feeling exactly?”

“I’m feeling so…so in love with you.” He slurs from his drowsy state, then starts giggling.

“Jungkook.” You deadpan. “What are your symptoms?”

“It’s just a cold.” He says, “I think it’s what Jimin had a few days ago. That bastard passed it to me.”

“And you want me to kiss you?!” you laugh, “I’m not trying to get sick.”

“No, no. Don’t worry baby, our power of love will fight against it.”

“You are so…” you begin laughing again, your blush deepening. “I’ll be home in like 30 minutes, okay? Think you’ll be alive when I get there?”

“Your love keeps me alive.” He teases, “See you soon. Love you.”

“Love you, bye.” You bring the phone down and click the end button. The AC is blowing in your face, cooling you from the warmth that had crept on your cheeks while talking to Jungkook. It’s unbelievable that he’s able to make you blush like this, like as if this was completely brand new like you haven’t known him for years.

~~~~~~

The apartment is completely dark when you walk in and also completely quiet. Did Jungkook fall asleep? Did that NyQuil finally do its job? You set the bag of meds down on the breakfast table and turn on the kitchen light. You walk into the kitchen and grab a glass from the cabinet to fetch you some water, it’s nice and cold as if travels down your throat. It feels nice… the dark, quiet apartment—you need the rest after today. You think you’re about to go find a sleeping Jungkook and get some sleep yourself when you feel two strong arms wrap around your waist.

“You’re finally here.” Jungkook whispers, “I waited all day for you.” He whines and you smile for him even though he can’t see.

“All day?” you ask, “Should I have left work to come take care of you?” you tease.

“Yes,” he responds shamelessly. “I missed you so much…I think that’s why I just got sicker throughout the day.” He tightens his hold on you but immediately loosens his grip from how weak he feels.

“Come to bed.” He commands and you spin around in his grasp to face him.

“I need to shower and get ready first.” You explain and he looks at you with sad, tired eyes.

“No.” he pouts, “Who cares? Just change and come to bed.”

“Jungkook.” You chuckle. “I worked hard today, I need a shower.”

Jungkook brings you into his chest and he inhales you, taking in your scent and he melts.

“You smell fine, y/n.”

“I smell like cookies.”

“Smells good.”

“Fine, let’s go to bed.”

Jungkook’s sleepy face lights up and he turns your body around so your back is flush against his chest and he holds on to you.

“Lead the way.” He chirps, “I’m not letting go.”

“Jungkook…” you whine as you try walking forward and he follows you while holding on to you as tight as his tired body possibly can.

You two walk into your shared bedroom and he finally drops his arms to his side and makes his way into bed. You go to your drawer and pull out one of his t shirts…you slip off your work clothes for the day and drag the t shirt of your body.

“Cutie.” Jungkook comments as he lays back and watches you change.

“Oh shit, I forgot to grab your meds. I’ll be right back.” You say making Jungkook frown. You make your way back into the kitchen and grab the baggy full of medicine plus a glass of water and walk back into the room when you notice Jungkook dozing off.

“Babe?” you whisper and his eyes immediately shoot open.

“Come cuddle me.” He weakly pats the spot next to him and you smile.

“Take these first.”

“Yes mam.”

He looks up at you with his beautiful doe eyes, a look of submission written all over his face.

“These first.” You hand him two different pills as you sit on the edge of the bed and he swallows them down quickly while staring into your eyes.

“Now these.”

Jungkook nods his head while taking another two pills.

“Any more?” he asks quietly.

“That’s it for your meds.”

“Wrong.” He states. “I need the most powerful medicine of all.” He gives you a soft smile, “Need a kiss from my baby…please, please kiss me. Missed your lips all day.”

“Jungkook…”

“Your kiss will cure me, I’m sure of it.” He whispers softly. “All I need is you to be okay.”

Your eyes widen at his cute confession, he’s so god damn sleepy—you can tell. His eyes are barely staying open but he just wants to be with you. He is trying his hardest to stay awake because he missed you so much throughout the day.

“Please.” He quietly begs. “Need you.”

You search his eyes and find nothing but love in them, you can’t help but beam at him. One kiss can’t hurt you, right?

You scoot closer to him on the bed, your hands finding themselves in his Jungkook’s hair as you softly bring his face closer to you.

“One kiss.” You promise and Jungkook nods his head slowly with a dopey grin on his face.

“We’ll see about that.” He says under his breath and you laugh while leaning in closer to his face.

You lean in until his breaths hit your lips, your lips just barely touching his and he grows weaker at the contact.

“Please.” He begs again, his words hitting your mouth. “Please.”

You peck his lips softly, just giving him a slow kiss. He kisses back, his lips moving against yours so tenderly it makes you melt. You can tell he has no energy but he continues to kiss you. He slants his mouth over yours and tries to deepen the kiss, you tilt your head and give him a better angle. You said one kiss but…

Suddenly, you feel the wetness of his tongue poking out, trying to find its way between your lips. You open your moth just a little wider to give him access to your own tongue, he slides his in your mouth and slowly caresses his with yours. He releases a long, soft moan and you hate that you get so turned on hearing him. This isn’t a moment to get turned on, this is a sweet, tender moment.

Jungkook slips his tongue out and begins pecking your lips again, a little faster than before. But then he pulls back, his breaths nice and heavy.

“I’m so dizzy.” he says with his eyes closed.

“Me too.” You admit, feeling quite breathless yourself.

“No…I mean, like, literally. I don’t feel good.” He breathes out, “Kissing you, I think took all the energy I have left…what are you like a succubus or something?” he jokes.

“Baby, you need to sleep.”

“Snuggle with me, please.” He pats the spot next to him again and you get up and walk over to that side of the bed. You slip underneath the sheets and move your body close to his. You can feel all his heat radiate off his body and you frown…he must have a fever.

“Let’s sleep, my love.” You say but Jungkook weakly shakes his head.

“Wanna hear about your day.” He sinks deeper into the covers and lays his head on your chest, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“It was busy, we had what felt like a million orders today. Yoongi even came by but left because we were so busy.”

“Mhm.” He nuzzles his face into your breasts, “Did you think of me today?” he asks.

“I always think of you.” You admit.

“I thought of you so much today.” He says between heavy sighs, “Missed you so much.” He squeezes your body tighter. “I don’t think I can be without you for very long.”

You feel your heart pinch in your chest…because…

“You can. You’re just a baby.” You tease.

“No, I really don’t think I can. I felt myself grow weaker every moment I was without you.” He huffs into your chest. You caress his back as he speaks, his words becoming more and more slurred and distant from on another. He’s so tired.

“You love me that much?” you get out in a whisper and it’s silent for a few moments, you think maybe he finally fell asleep until you hear him sigh out.

“I literally don’t love anyone as much as I love you.”

You keep quiet for a few moments too long because after around a minute or so you hear Jungkook lightly snoring into your chest…you can’t help but smile down at him. He’s wrapped his entire body around you, holding you, squeezing you. You caress his back some more and start to feel yourself fall asleep as well. Your eyes getting heavier and heavier until the world becomes dark.

~~~~~

“Good morning!” You feel Jungkook’s breath on your ear, you begin to open your eyes, blinking lazily at your surroundings.

“Morning?” you question since it’s still dark in the room. “It’s still night?” you ask.

“It’s like 5am.” Jungkook states. Your eyes finally begin adjusting in the darkness and you notice Jungkook looks ten times better. He still looks tired but he has more life.

“Your kiss cured me, if that’s what you are thinking about.” He smiles that bunny smile and you laugh.

“I thought it drained you of your life?” you sit up on your elbows, “That I’m a succubus?”

“No, it helped me sleep so it could work its love magic on me and now I feel almost all the way better.”

“Almost?” you quirk a brow and he chuckles.

“I think I need more from you to make me all the way better.” He wiggles his brows at you and sends you a wink.

“What more do you need?” you lean forward and peck his lips, but you linger in his space. He smiles against your mouth and kisses you again.

“I think my hallucinations were actually visions of the future.”

You tilt your head, trying to remember what his text said about hallucinations when realization hits you.

“You need my lips wrapped around your cock?”

“I think that’s the ultimate cure.” He kisses you again, “Don’t you think?”

“You’re so needy.” Your lips move over his sensually, your tongue making its way into his mouth. He whimpers into your mouth when he feels your hand grab a hold of his hardening member. He pulls away from you and smiles softly.

“I’ll always need you.”

[writing-in-april]

Dr. Jekyll or Mr. Hyde (1/?)

Part One: The introduction

Spencer Reid x Female Reader

Summary: Reader meets a mysterious stranger at the library during a book club meeting.

Part Two, Part Three

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A/N: Hey Heyyy! This is my first Dom!Spencer fic in so long!!! My last one was also funnily enough for a fic swap as is this one! I had @aperrywilliams for the fic swap organized by @imagining-in-the-margins. I had so much fun writing this one- it’s based on a prompt that I got from @andiebeaword and @spencers-dria helped me by guiding me with the book club idea- with a little twist! I am considering making this a series, if y’all are interested PLEASE let me know- I really want to because I had so much fun writing this. Thanks to all y’all for reading and requests are open!!

Warnings: 18+, Dom Spencer, Public Sex (is anyone that surprised??), Impact Play, Post Prison Spencer, Use of the nickname Doctor during sex, Spencer is a brat tamer, Spencer is morally ambiguous but doesn’t do anything explicitly immoral

Main Masterlist Word Count: 3.0k

As soon as you walked in through the large wooden doors it felt like history hit you over the head with a book. Even though it was on the small side for a library it still probably held more books than a normal public library, almost every wall was adorned with built-in shelves stacked from bottom to top with old books. They ranged in every subject you could think imaginable, from every point in history imaginable, and from every point of view that was imaginable. When you had first discovered this place it had felt like you had been transported to another world. You were surprised that more people didn’t know about this old library nestled in the corners of D.C, it was just sitting there idly watching as history passed by day by day, while it sat writing down all its secrets.

A meeting of the classics was scrawled on the standing white board you saw right when you walked into the library. A meeting of the classics from 7pm to 11:30 in reading room C were the exact words, you didn’t even really need to read them as you had been looking forward to this event for weeks.

You made your way down to the reading room that was specified, only encountering a few stragglers similar to yourself on the way down. You were somewhat new to the events that this library ran, only coming to the past four months. It was quickly becoming your favorite thing to do every month.

There was always a theme to each of the parties, ranging from different eras of history, specific novels, and including things that were open to interpretation. Tonight’s theme was as stated on the white board, a meeting of the classics, which had been described as “Pick your favorite literary icon from a classic novel and dress up as them.”

You had decided to not pick a character from a classic novel, but rather an author, Mary Shelly. You based your entire look on the iconic writer of Frankenstein (with a twist of course) because it had been your favorite novel as a child, it still was your favorite novel.

Once you had made it into the large reading room you took in the full room like you did every week. People were dressed as many outlandish characters, with some being more difficult to decipher than others. As you walked around the reading room you could feel the eyes of another on you.

You could feel his stare following you intently as you walked around mingling with the others that you had met before. The eyes belonged to a man you hadn’t had the pleasure of meeting yet, a man dressed as someone instantly recognizable, Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. What other iconic character would be split down the middle, half innocent doctor and half evil alter ego.

Even behind the costume you could tell how attractive the man was. He was extremely tall and lanky, with deep brown eyes and the fluffiest brown hair you had ever seen.

“Who’s that?” You asked the married lady and gentlemen dressed up as Elizabeth Bennet and Mr. Darcy. Maybe it was shameful that you didn’t know their actual names, but you guess that’s what some people want when they come to an event like this

“That’s Dr. Spencer Reid, he hasn’t been here for a while and he sometimes misses things because of work. You didn’t hear it from me, but I heard he got in trouble with the law, that’s why he hasn’t been here for almost six months.” Her gossipy voice was drenched in fake sugar that made you gag on the inside. You still did appreciate her information as it gained you the name of the man who couldn’t stop staring at you like he was trying to figure you out.

“Must not have been that bad if he’s already out now, or maybe he’s innocent.” Ms. Bennet shrugged her shoulders at that. You may have even been naive to not heed her warning, but the idea of getting to know the mysterious fluffy haired man that had been staring at you all night was too intriguing for you to ignore.

“Who are you?” The mysterious man asked when he finally decided to approach you instead of staring at you from across the room.

Trying to maintain the same level of mystery as the man had you dodging his question with a simple redirect, “Who’s asking?”

“I thought it was quite obvious who I was.” He was right it was obvious, but why would you let him know that despite the fact that you knew what character he was you could tell the man underneath was the real mystery of it all.

“You’re the one who is not obvious.” The back and forth you had already picked up with him was thrilling, you sensed the fact that in most conversations you would have with him it would be a kind of battle that you would have to win.

“If you must know, kind sir, I am dressed as Mary Shelly, author of Frankenstein, with a bit of a modern twist.” You made sure to call him sir instead of his earned honorific this time, to see if it would poke any buttons.

“I am not a sir since my name is Dr. Spencer Reid. I can see now who you are dressed as, but I would still argue that it is not what the intentions were when they set this up.” You could tell that he was only teasing you with the way the inflections of his voice sounded, you were glad your teasing had been a moderate success.

You did also provide him your name before deciding to poke his buttons once more,“But, isn’t she a classic, Dr. Reid?”

“But, you have not made her a classic anymore by putting as you say a ‘modern twist on things’ though I must say it does look well made.” You would’ve been offended if you could not tell that it was all in jest, though you still got the sense that you still were not seeing what all this man was about.

“Thank you, Doctor I made it myself. However, you still haven’t answered my question yet, Dr. Reid.” You asked the next question hoping he would get what you were implying, “Who are you?”

“I suspect you may already know, but I am dressed half as Dr. Jekyll and half as Mr. Hyde.” At least he started to somewhat catch on to the hidden meaning in your words, though you still had not dug up the real answer you were looking for. He was too intriguing to persuade you to stop digging, you wanted to find who the doctor really was, not the partial mask he was still using.

“Yes, I suspected as much, but aren’t you breaking the rules by dressing up as technically two characters?”

“Were there rules that said I couldn’t dress up as two characters?” He fell nicely into the small trap you had set for him, retorting quickly without thinking. Which you found odd for a man that was clearly intelligent.

“No, but were there rules that said I couldn’t dress up as a classic author with my own twist?” The look on his face had let you know you had won the debate. You smirked with triumph as you glanced over the man, taking note of each of his handsome features in case you would never see him again.

You decided to pivot the conversation to another question that was on the forefront of your mind,“Do you have a dark side, Dr. Reid?”

“Doesn’t everyone?” He was deflecting, but he didn’t seem agitated by your question, simply amused by your dogged curiosity.

“I am curious though, what are you exactly underneath it all Dr. Jekyll or Mr. Hyde?” Your coy smile was most definitely not lost on him, he could see right through your facade. He could see right through Mary Shelly to find the true you underneath. You only wished you could figure him out as well, you wondered how he got so good at being able to read people in an instant.

“I haven’t figured that out yet.” Well, at least you got the answer to what you were looking for, even if the answer wasn’t as straightforward as you may have been expecting. But, you were realizing that Dr. Spencer Reid was probably anything but straightforward.

Your heart was pumping fast, his words had a bigger effect on you than he had probably expected, your panties hidden underneath your long dress were dampening quickly. Though as you saw the smirk on his face grow as you fidgeted in your chair you realized that maybe this was intention all along.

You excused yourself for a moment with a veiled excuse of going to the bathroom. You hoped he’d follow right behind you, to see that you were going to one of the empty reading rooms. If you had read his intentions correctly the heavy doors on each of the rooms should significantly squash any noises he or you would make.

Sure enough after an appropriate amount of time had passed so as to not raise suspicion, the good doctor (that may or may not be good at all) entered the empty room.

He brought you into a dominating kiss that made you want to cower at the same time as be completely defiant. You fought with valor as he tried to consume you entirely with the kiss, not letting his tongue slip into your mouth for as long as you could hold off. In the end you still lost the fight when he lifted you up onto one of the large wooden desks in the room, causing a gasp to fall from your lips that finally gave him full access to your hot wet mouth. He suddenly pulled away to pinch your cheeks together with his hand to make you look at him which made you whimper pathetically at first, but you appreciated his next question immensely.

“Do you want this?” You nodded as vigorously as you could with his hand pinching your cheeks.

He however was not satisfied with my eager nod and prompted you to confirm once more with an even harsher tone, “Speak up when you’re talking.”

“Yes, Doctor.” You replied with his honorific instinctually and you were pleasantly surprised with the eager groan that came from his lips in response. Plus, you were slightly rewarded with being able to feel his lips on your collarbone, sending even more shivers down your spine.

“Let me know immediately if that changes.” The contrast of his sweet meaning words with his hand gripping your jaw was jarring, but you couldn’t deny that you enjoyed it. It just made you want to be as bratty as possible because even if he was harsh there was still the underlying care in everything he did, you felt safe.

“Maybe I should just call you Mister instead, since that’s clearly your dominant side.”He growled into your neck that was quickly getting covered in hickies, next thing you knew he flipped you around to face the desk closest to you with your back to his chest.

“Bend over.” He commanded, to which in response you opened your mouth to retort. Instead of letting you run your mouth as you had done before he wound his hands through your hair and pushed you down to take the position he wanted. He then pulled up your dress to uncover the panties you had soaked through. You thought maybe he was going to give me some relief of the ache in my core, but you were given a harsh slap on your ass instead.

A whimper involuntarily came out from your lips from the harshness of the slap that you assumed was revenge for not following his commands. He then spoke with deadly conviction, “I want you to say thank you, doctor after every time I spank you.”

You only agreed because you were afraid that if you did not comply now he may not give you what you wanted. So, as soon as the next stinging slap came down on the same spot as before the phrase fell from your lips, “Thank you, Doctor!”

He continued his repeated hits onto your ass and you made sure to never miss thanking him with a cry. Once he was satisfied with how much you were punished for your sassy remark he rubbed over the inflamed skin of your ass with his large, unbelieving hands. He moved your panties to the side to dip his deft fingers to run through your folds, collecting some of your wetness. You whined loudly and perhaps pathetically in response to him only lighting touching you instead of obliging the heat you felt everywhere.

“Be patient, you’ll get what you want since you decided to start listening to me.” He snapped which caused your knees to buckle again.

“I can be patient, Doctor.” He definitely appreciated the continued use of his honorific in this scandalous situation as he let out a groan almost every time you said it. Instead of answering you he started to undo the pants of his outfit, a pair of slacks that were also equally as split as the rest of his costume. You didn’t look back to see his cock because you did not want to be punished by him twice in one night. But, you certainly felt it.

You could tell just as he was running the head of his cock through your folds and pulling your panties to the side again that he would be the biggest you had ever been with. What should have worried you slightly only ended up sending a shock through your core instead. He was at least somewhat gentle when he finally started to enter you, letting you get somewhat adjusted before sinking in all the way to the hilt.

As soon as he sensed that you had adjusted he started a rough brutal pace, not that you were complaining as he hit all of your most sensitive spots as his cock dragged through your walls.

He made no effort to stifle the loud moans that were coming from your mouth, maybe he thought the thick wooden doors would stifle the noises. But, there was no way no one would be able to hear the unintelligible wails that were coming from you.

“You like bringing out this side of me don’t you?” He rasped out after he pushed your torso back down to flat on the desk once you started to lift yourself up on your elbows. When you only answered with a noise that was not understandable he prompted you to speak up with another slap on your ass and said, “I said earlier to speak up when you’re trying to talk to someone.”

“Yes, Doctor!” You finally were able to cry out with a few more slaps to your ass from him.

Each time you kept getting close to the edge he’d pull away from you slightly dashing your orgasm away from you cruelly. Each time you decided to whine out loud to voice your displeasure even if it was involuntarily he would just prolong edging you for even longer. You were babbling incoherently when he pulled you by the hair so your back was pressed into his chest and after a few more moments of hearing you beg nonsensically with tears in your eyes he finally gave you the command,

“You can cum.”

“Thank you, Doctor!” You wailed as your orgasm washed over you in devastating waves, you were sure no other man had made you finish so hard in your life. You kept repeating, “Thank you, Doctor!”over and over until you had completely come down from what was arguably the best orgasm of your life. Your own orgasm helped propel his forward, and you made sure to confirm out loud that you were ok with him cumming inside you. The warmth that filled you as he pumped into you a few more times caused one last groan to come from you that was weirdly harmonious with the groan from the doctor.

Normal aftercare wasn’t really applicable in this type of situation, you hardly knew him and the added fact that you were in an old library with a party down the hall didn’t help either. He still cleaned you up with a softness you had yet to see from him during your short encounter. Aloe probably would’ve been the best option to soothe your raw bottom, but he did massage you for a few minutes after he cleaned the rest of you. He had even made sure your clothes that were not period accurate, as he had pointed out earlier, were neat before you both left. There were no cuddles and soft loving words exchanged, but you still felt immensely cared for by a man who claims he might not be a good man. He was a strange case.

“You still never answered my question, Doctor.” You stated as you stood on the steps of the library after you two had slipped out to leave.

“That’s because I still don’t have an answer.” And, with that you parted ways into the cool air of D.C. You hoped he had the same feelings as you when you had both parted ways, you wanted to see him again. There was another meeting next month, maybe then you would get your chance again.

The thrill that ran through your veins whenever you interacted with him, whether he was fucking you or having a rousing conversation about classic literature made you want him no matter whether he was Dr. Jekyll or Mr. Hyde. You’d take them both.

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Two Luthors are better than one.

Supercorp, Kara Danvers x Daughter!Reader, Lena Luthor x Daughter!Reader, Lillian Luthor x Granddaughter!Reader

Word count: 3100.

If you haven’t you can check out It’s you against the world first, if you would like a little bit more of context.

You wake up feeling almost too rested to be true. You get out from under your blankets, and you expect to see blood and dirt everywhere, instead you’re cleaned. You look at your clothes and you’re wearing your favorite pajamas and they smell like home. Home.

It feels like you haven’t stepped foot home in a lifetime. So much has happened. So much pain and sorrow have taken over you and your family. You sit back on your bed, looking around. Can you even call this home if Lena is not in it?

You have slept too long. You don’t know how many hours you’ve slept, but that doesn’t matter. Five minutes would’ve been too long.

A small part of you believes Kara. Sure, it wasn’t all your fault. How could’ve been, right? How could you have been everywhere at the same time? How could you have gone for Lena when Kara’s location was right there? Still. Still-

You feel like an exposed wound waiting for something – no, not something, Lena – to care for it. To patch it up with an assertive and unquestioning ‘this isn’t your fault’.

“Momma.” You call and it doesn’t take long for you to see Kara’s face poking at your door. “How am I clean?”

“Oh.” Kara gives you a soft smile, walking in your bedroom. “You passed out from exhaustion before we got home. So, I had to give you a shower, and food while you were sleeping.”

“What?” You furrow your brows, confused. “I can eat while I sleep?”

“Apparently.” Kara agrees with her head and touches your face with a big smile. “It’s good to see your pretty face again. You were looking really, what’s the word? Dead.”

“I think I was dead for a minute before you saved me.” You exhale, finally realizing you are glad to be alive. “Thank you.”

You throw yourself in her arms and Kara catches you, giving you a little kiss on the head, then puts her cheek on top of your head, while stroking your back lightly.

“My baby.” Kara’s voice is so full of love, she doesn’t have to say anything else for you to understand what she means.

“I’m sorry about what I said.” You sigh, feeling there’s no more anger left on your body. You’re done fighting the world completely. “I was so full of rage I wasn’t thinking straight.”

“Oh, my love.” Kara cups your face, making you look at her and her blue eyes meet yours. “When will you understand that you are my heart beating out of my chest? If you’re mad, I’m mad too. If you die, I will die too.”

“Momma, I love you so much, but I-I miss her. What if I can’t do it? What if I can’t get her memories back and she doesn’t-” You stop yourself, when a tear slides down your cheek.

“Then you can’t do it.” Kara says, and you furrow your brows in question. “And someone else will try. And if they can’t do it, we will live with this.”

“How?” Your voice comes out small. Kara forces a smile out.

“I don’t know, kid. But we will.” She kisses your forehead, and you close your eyes at the familiar comfort that brings. “What you can’t do is bleed yourself dry for this.”

“But it 's mom.”

“But it’s you.” Kara’s forehead rests against yours. You cry, and she cries too. Both of your hearts are beating so painfully slow. “And I can lose the entire universe, except you, my heart. And I can tell you with absolute certainty your mom feels the same way.”

“Not anymore.” You whisper and Kara’s forehead stop touching yours, as she brings you back into her arms in a comforting hug.

“We can always ask for help.”

You think about it for a second. You think about how much you wanted Kara’s help in battle. How much you needed her fighting with you side by side, because two Kryptonians are better than one. If that is true, then two Luthors must be better than one. Your Luthor is, um, unavailable. So-

No. You could never.

No. She would never.

Right?

You snap your head up, looking at Kara. She looks back at you, knowing that look on your face. The look of an idea.

“Yes?” She asks, unsettled. You super speed through your morning routine, and Kara snaps her eyes wide open at you, waiting for a response.

“I think I’ve got it.” You run out of your bedroom but come back a split second later. You kiss Kara’s cheek with a smile. “I love you. You’re the best.”

“I-I love you too.” Kara says, still surprised by your sudden change of attitude, and you leave again. This time for good.

“I have to say I’m amazed to see you, granddaughter.” Lillian says when you land in front of her. She tilts her head, and you almost salute her off. But you don’t have time for that.

“I have important pressing matters to discuss with you.” Your answer also seems to amaze her, as she raises her eyebrows at the sound of that.

“Do tell.” Lillian looks as interested as you thought she would. You never deny her your company when she appears in front of you. Once in every other month. But this is certainly out of character, so she looks curious. You look around, to be sure no one can hear you before you start.

“Some shapeshifters kidnapped Lena. They’ve mind-wiped her and hurt her, and now-now she doesn’t remember-” You think about it for a second. If Lillian’s going to help you, she needs to know exactly what Lena doesn’t remember. But what if Lena not remembering you and Kara is exactly what she always wanted? “Me.”

“Aliens.” She scoffs in disgust, almost forgetting you too are an alien, or half of one for that matter. “Let me guess. Supergirl imprisoned them in a cell and will try to turn them good eventually?”

“Well, not exactly.” You look down. Face burning at the thought of the words you’re about to say. At the truth that is about to be confined to Lillian freaking Luthor. “I-I killed them.”

“Oh.” She couldn’t have said that faster. Or have a more surprised look on her face. But slowly she comes down from her shock.

“I’ve been working on reversing their technology, but, well, I’m not much of a scientist as much as I am an inventor of sorts.” You say, receiving an agreeable nod from her.

“So what exactly is your pressing matter with me, dear?” Lillian asks. She knows what you want. It’s pretty obvious. And it’s also pretty obvious she wants you to ask for it.

“I could use some help.” You wait a beat. “Your help.”

Lillian’s nod is so tiny, if you weren’t staring at her with your undivided attention, you would’ve missed it.

“Do you still have your lab at L Corp?” She asks and you shake your head, agreeing. “What are we waiting for?”

It’s all she has to say for you to fly to L Corp with her. You look at Lena’s office to be sure she is there, before walking into the building.

“Oh, Mrs-Mrs. Luthor.” Aly shuffles in her chair uncomfortable, and you listen to her heart beating terrified and almost out of her chest.

“Hey Aly, Lillian and I have some, um, stuff to work on in my lab. You know the drill. Don’t let anyone interrupt us.” You ask and she agrees with her head, eagerly.

“Should I tell your mom-”

“No!” You stop her, before she’s half finished. “Please don’t disturb my mom. It’s all good here. Ok?”

“Of course, Miss Luthor-Danvers.” She agrees and you make a mental note to tell your mom, when all of this is over, to give Aly a raise. You thank her and make your way to your lab, with Lillian right behind you.

When you open the door, you startle yourself by the look of the place. You don’t remember the lab looking this wrecked ever before. There are cans of red bulls everywhere. Broken parts, and oh yeah, you punched a hole in your working table. Also, the amount of blood here is absurd.

“I see you’ve been working through mental breakdowns-” She pushes one can with her feet, almost too gracefully for the action itself. “Sleepless nights and-” She stares at some blood stains on the floor. “Wherever that blood came from.”

“Me. Mainly.” You point out, not entirely embarrassed by the truth of what she’s saying. You pick up your chair on the floor and point to the main computer. “You can start looking at the alien tech while I try to clean up the place a little.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

Working with Lillian is not like working with Lena. It’s methodic, barely satisfactory, and it doesn’t leave space for any chat or contribution. You don’t care. You’re not looking for fun, but for results and as long as she gives you that, you don’t mind the deafening silence.

“How did it feel?” Lillian asks, after maybe two hours of uninterrupted silence. You raise your head from the new metal halo you’re making. “To kill them?”

“I don’t know.” You answer, truthfully. “I was dying with them.”

“Of course you were.” Lillian says like that’s the answer she was expecting to hear. Like hearing you had killed someone made no sense, and now with this little piece of information it all makes sense again.

After what it feels like another two hours, Lillian looks back at you with a nod. “Ready for testing.”

“Okay.” You pick the halo you made and transfer the new coding system she created to it. “I’ll make myself forget something with the mind wiper I invented and then try to bring that memory back.” You explain, but it feels stupid. It is self-evident the entire experience. “I guess I’ll forget my uncle’s name and you can remind me if it doesn’t work.” She agrees with her head. “Bye Lex.” You use your memory wiper, forgetting whatever his name is. Then you grab the halo, placing it over your head. “Ok. I’m ready.” Lillian presses a few things on the computer and nods at you when it’s over. “My uncle’s name is-”

Nothing.

“It didn’t work.” You sigh. Exhausted. “I don’t know his name.”

“I think I see the problem.” Lillian resumes working on the computer, and you wait.

“What is it?” You ask after a while, because not remembering is bothering you. “His name, I mean. What’s his name?”

Lillian turns her head back at you, to look at you from the corner of her eyes. “I don’t think not knowing will harm you more than doing so. You’re better off without this information.”

Ok, then.

“Done.” Lillian says and you do the entire process again. You sit on your chair, after erasing someone else’s name from your mind, and you sigh before putting the halo on.

“I hope this works.” You whisper, more to yourself than to her. “I miss her.”

Her eyes are filled with something that can only be described as pity when she looks at you again. Lillian blinks at you, trying to ignore your feelings. You swallow them down too. You put the halo over your head and give her a thumbs up. She turns to the computer again.

“Miss Finnick.” You say absolutely certain this time. A smile comes up your lips and, like it hasn’t been beating for all this time, your heart races on your chest, beating into your ribcage. Thank Rao. And Lillian, you guess. “It worked.”

“Luthors are geniuses, after all.” Lillian agrees with her head, and that’s all. She walks to the lab door, and you furrow your brows. “I think you can take it from here.”

“You’re not going to stay? You can tell her you did it all yourself and-”

“There’s no point.” Lillian stops you. “I won’t get any form of appreciation. And I don’t think she would trust something I made.”

“Well, she doesn’t remember me. She might not trust something I made too.” You say and Lillian gives you the closest thing to a full smile you’ve ever seen on her lips.

“Darling, look at your face. Lena might be distrustful of people, but no one is immune to your charm.” Lillian tilts her head, clearly saying this conversation is over. “Granddaughter.”

“Grandmother.” You salute her off, and Lillian opens the door of your lab. “Thank you.”

She doesn’t answer. You nearly repeat yourself, but she closes the door. She heard you. You’re sure.

Less than a minute after you called her, Kara is knocking on your lab door. You let her in with a smile, and call Aly asking her to send Lena to your lab without mentioning your name. Every second before Lena arrives is filled with anticipation and Kara has to hold you, so you don’t fly away, unable to hold yourself down.

“Listen, baby.” Kara whispers softly. “I’m sure it will work perfectly, but if it doesn’t-”

“Then we’ll figure out how to live with this.” You look up to her and she smiles at you.

“We will.” She repeats.

You hear the click on the door, when the L Corp id is accepted. You hear when the door unlocks. You watch the handle slowly opening. And what it feels like a lifetime later, you watch Lena coming in. You wait a beat for the expression on her face to reveal something. Anything. Love, hate, care, unfamiliarity. You would take anything. But Lena’s expression is unreadable.

“I’ve been wondering when I would see you again.” Lena says, directed at you. She apparently saw Kara after. “I suppose I have some thanking to do.”

That’s all. The silence lingers for another entire minute. Was that a thank you?

“But now, I’m dazed as to why and how you’re here in one of my labs.”

“It’s my lab.” You answer, taking your id card from your pocket and showing it to her.

“I suppose you’re right.” Lena agrees with her head. She takes something out of her pocket too. Looks at it for a few seconds, before showing it to you. “It’s you.”

It’s a picture of the three of you together. Old enough, but still not so old you would be unrecognizable. You were probably ten or eleven, and your faces are all smushed together, and all your smiles are so large you wish you would remember what made you guys so happy.

“How is this possible?” Lena asks, and you finally see it. Your mom, behind the façade of the strong professional CEO peeking out. And she is scared. She walks a little bit closer to you. “Was it-” She points at the large scar on the side of her head.

“No.” You say, and Kara pats your back encouraging you to say more. You breathe deep trying to calm yourself. “Alien tech, actually. I can explain it to you now, or…” You go to your table and grab the halo. “After we bring your memories back.”

“Oh.” Lena furrows her brows. She looks at the picture one more time, almost as confirmation. Like the picture is telling her that she can trust you. She goes to where you’re standing and sits on the chair you’re pointing to. You put the halo on her head and move to your computer.

“It’s Kara, right?” Lena asks and you stop looking at the computer, to look behind you. Lena is looking at your momma, who’s staring at her from across the room. Kara agrees with her head vividly. “Can you, please, stop looking at me like that? It’s, um, distracting.”

Oh great, she doesn’t even know who Kara is and already wants to sleep with her. Yes. That sounds like your mother alright.

“Sorry.” Kara’s face blushes completely. “I haven’t seen you in a long while.”

“Four days hardly feels like too long.” Lena says, and you smirk at her.

“Yeah, you clearly don’t remember anything.” You look back at your computer. “Ready?”

“As ready as I’ll ever be.” Lena says and you agree, doing exactly what Lillian has done. Lena is zoomed out for a few minutes, and you and Kara just look at her, patiently waiting to see if it worked.

You only know it worked when Lena looks at you, eyes full of tears, and she throws her arms around you so hard, even you with your super strength can feel it.

“I missed you so much.” You say, crying silent but happy tears, and you feel Kara’s arms around both of you. Lena kisses your forehead so many times, it feels like she's trying to make up for the past few days when she wasn’t around to do so. She only stops to kiss Kara’s mouth, also repeatedly for a few times, and you smile, between your tears.

“You saved me, babygirl. You saved me.” Lena says so softly, your heart swells on your chest.

“Not before they wiped your memories, though.”

It comes. As natural as the daylight. The patch, the care, the healing. Everything you were expecting, it comes.

“That was not your fault!” Lena says, assertively. And if you weren’t crying already, you would’ve started now. “Hey, baby-” Lena holds your face in her hands and smiles at you, so fondly there’s no way she doesn’t remember everything about you. “You did the impossible. You saved me, cared for me, and now you brought my memories back.”

“With Lillian’s help.”

“Sure. But that doesn’t take away everything you have done.” Lena wipes your tears and holds Kara’s hand lovingly. “I’m so proud of you.”

“She almost died to save us.” Kara adds, so Lena understands all you have done.

“You have to stop almost dying.” She begs, between tears, and you smile.

“Well, like Bukowski once said, ‘you have to die a few times before you can really live’.” You smile at her.

“He didn’t mean literally!”

“Rao, you two are such nerds I feel bad about getting in the hug and lowering the IQ of the hug.” Kara says and Lena chuckles, pulling her closer and kissing her dearly. “We’re fine.”

“We are fine.” Lena agrees.

You breathe in their words. You let them go inside of your body and let them fill you, head to toes. You’re fine. You’re fine. You hug Lena, smelling her familiar scent and you smile. You are fine.