#chameleon/reader

[urdreamydoodles]

Hi! If it’s not too much, could you do spider-man villains responding to an underling hitting reader like you did for the bat-villains? (Idk if you do the spider-man villains or just marvel villains in general so feel free to do that if you’d prefer) You’re really good at getting into characters’ heads it’s really fun to read!

MARVEL COMICS VILLAINS X FEM!READER

One of the underlings hit you and your partner finds out

Characters: Dr. Doom, Bullseye, Taskmaster, Loki, Crossbones, Zemo, Muse, Hela, Green Goblin, Eddie/Venom, Doctor Octopus, Kraven, The Lizard, Carnage, Electro, Kingpin, Scorpion, Hobgoblin, Mysterio, Sandman, Shocker, Chameleon, Mister Negative & Boomerang

Reply to anon: FINALLY some love for Spider-Man villains. The Spider-Man and Batman villain gallery are my favorites. I've done (almost) all of Spider-Boy's most popular villains, I really hope I did the ones you wanted.

Victor von Doom | Doctor Doom

- Doom is not a man prone to outbursts. He does not rage blindly, does not allow emotions to dictate his actions. No, his fury is measured, calculated—and when he sees the mark left on your perfect skin, he does not waste words. He simply turns, his cloak billowing as he leaves. You know better than to stop him. Whatever is about to happen is inevitable. Doom does not tolerate offenses. And this—this was the gravest of all.

- The punishment is not merely death. Death is merciful, death is quick. Doom does not grant mercy to those who defile what is his. The offender is stripped of their name, their purpose, their very existence. Doom ensures they are erased, their presence scoured from the annals of time, their life reduced to a whisper of agony. He does not need to sully his own hands—no, the world itself bends to his will, and his will is retribution.

- When he returns to you, his mask betrays nothing, but you can feel the weight of his gaze, the intensity that lingers. He reaches for you—not to inspect the wound, not to seek forgiveness, but to claim you once more, to remind you that you belong to him, and he to you. "None shall harm you and live," he states, as if it is a fundamental truth of the universe. And perhaps, under his rule, it is.

- His gauntleted fingers ghost over your skin, a contradiction of metal and reverence, of cold steel and burning devotion. "You are under my protection," he murmurs, "and my protection is absolute.” His lips brush against your temple, the touch fleeting, possessive. "They will remember what happens to those who forget."

Lester | Bullseye

- He doesn't get angry. Not at first. He just stares at you, head tilting slightly, the way a predator assesses a kill. And then—he laughs. Not the usual, cocky, self-satisfied kind. No, this one is sharper, colder, something that sends a chill down your spine. "They really put their hands on you?" he asks, his voice edged with something deadly, something thrilled. Because now? Now he gets to play.

- He finds them fast. He doesn’t rush—no, he takes his time. He enjoys watching the moment of realization dawn, the way fear blooms when they understand exactly who they’ve pissed off. And when he strikes, it isn’t just a kill. It’s an art form. He breaks bones with pinpoint accuracy, flays skin with nothing but the flick of a blade. Every hit is personal, every wound a lesson. By the time he’s finished, there’s nothing left but ruin.

- When he comes back, he’s still grinning, like he’s high off the violence. He leans in close, voice dripping with amusement. "Y’know, I was gonna kill ‘em quick, but then I thought—nah, let’s make it memorable." His fingers trace the bruise on your skin, eyes dark with something almost hungry. "Bet they won’t be hittin’ anyone ever again. Hell, they won’t even be breathing."

- Then, just as suddenly, the danger flickers, shifts into something else. His hand curls around the back of your neck, pulling you in, his lips brushing against yours, slow and deliberate. "Next time, babe? Just say the word. I'll tear the whole damn world apart for you."

Tony Masters | Taskmaster

- Tony doesn't ask what happened—he sees it. The way you shift your weight, the slight tension in your jaw, the way your hand lingers over the injury just a second too long. He catches every detail, every weakness, because that’s what he does. And right now? Right now, someone’s weakness is about to become their death sentence.

- He doesn't just kill the bastard. No, that would be easy. He studies them first. Watches their movements, their stance, every tell in their body. And then? Then he dismantles them. Uses their own techniques against them, mirrors their every move just to show them how outmatched they are. By the time he’s done, they don’t just lose. They know they never stood a chance.

- When he returns, there’s no grand declaration, no need for theatrics. He just sits beside you, arms crossed, gaze sharp and assessing. "You alright?" he asks, and it’s almost casual—almost. But there’s a weight to it, an unspoken promise beneath the words. You nod, and he exhales, rolling his shoulders. "Good." A beat. Then, "Don’t let it happen again."

- But later, when the lights are low and his guard is down, his hand drifts to your hip, his thumb brushing slow, idle circles against your skin. "Ain't nobody touches you but me," he mutters, voice rough, possessive. "And I don't do soft." His lips ghost over yours, teasing, taunting. "But for you? Maybe I’ll make an exception."

Loki Laufeyson

- He does not react at first. He simply observes. Fingers steepled, expression unreadable, eyes too calm. And that? That is far more terrifying than rage. Because Loki is not a creature of impulse. He is a creature of calculated destruction. And this? This offense against you? It will be answered with something far worse than death.

- The punishment is poetic. He does not simply kill the offender—he undoes them. Twists their mind until they are unmade, until they do not know their own name, their own face. They become a whisper, a tragedy, a thing lost to the very fabric of reality itself. And Loki? Loki watches, amused, as they break. "Oh, dear," he muses. "It seems you have forgotten yourself. Allow me to help." And with a flick of his fingers, they are gone.

- When he returns to you, there is a smirk curling at his lips, something self-satisfied in his gaze. "It is done," he says simply, as if he has merely handled a small inconvenience. And perhaps, to him, that’s all it was. But then, his expression shifts—just slightly. His fingers ghost over your wrist, featherlight, careful, as if you are something fragile, something to be preserved. "They will not bother you again," he murmurs, "nor will anyone else."

- His arms encircle you, drawing you against him, and for a moment, there is no trickery, no illusion—just him, real and solid. His lips graze your ear, a whisper of silk and steel. "You are mine," he breathes, and there is something almost reverent in the way he says it. "And I do not share."

Brock Rumlow | Crossbones

- The moment he sees the bruise on your skin, something inside him snaps. There’s no slow burn, no measured response—just instant, blistering rage. Brock doesn’t ask who did it. He already knows. He doesn’t ask why. It doesn’t matter. All that matters is the fact that someone was stupid enough to lay a hand on you, and now? Now they have to pay.

- He doesn’t just kill them—he annihilates them. There’s no finesse, no mercy, just raw, unfiltered violence. The crack of bone, the wet sound of flesh giving way—he takes his time, makes it hurt. He wants them to understand what they’ve done. Wants them to feel every ounce of pain they dared to bring upon you. By the time he’s done, they’re nothing more than a broken, unrecognizable mess on the floor.

- When he comes back to you, his knuckles are split, his breathing heavy, his hands still trembling with the aftershock of violence. But when his eyes meet yours, the fury melts into something else. Something dark, something possessive. He reaches for you, fingers rough as they trace over your injury, his touch lingering, slow. "Ain't nobody touches what’s mine," he mutters, voice like gravel, low and sharp with promise. "Nobody."

- And then his grip tightens, just enough to remind you, just enough to claim. His lips brush against your ear, his breath hot against your skin. "Next time?" His voice drops to a whisper, deadly and sweet. "I won’t just kill ‘em. I’ll make sure they beg for it first."

Helmut Zemo

- Zemo is silent when he sees the mark on you. Too silent. The kind of quiet that is far more dangerous than any outburst, far more lethal than raised voices or shattered glass. His fingers ghost over the injury with a gentleness that feels almost deceptive, his expression unreadable, his mind already working, already planning.

- His revenge is not messy. It is not violent. It is precise. He does not grant them the dignity of an immediate death—no, he dismantles them. Strips them of their status, their power, their very identity. He orchestrates their downfall with the patience of a man who thrives on the long game, ensuring they lose everything before he grants them the release of death. By the time he is finished, they are nothing more than a ghost.

- When he returns to you, his movements are slow, deliberate. He cups your face, tilting it up so you can see the satisfaction glinting in his eyes. "It is done," he murmurs, his thumb brushing over your cheek with something almost reverent. "They will never so much as whisper your name again."

- Then, his lips graze your temple, lingering there, soft but unshakable. "No one lays a hand on you and lives," he breathes against your skin. "Not while I still draw breath."

Muse

- He doesn’t react at first. No flicker of emotion, no shift in expression—just a slow, almost languid turn of his head as he processes the fact that someone dared to harm you. And then, after a moment of silence, he smiles. It’s not warm, not reassuring—it’s something else. Something wrong. Something that should send chills down your spine.

- The underling doesn’t just die. No, Muse creates with them. He turns them into something grotesque, something artful. He strips them of their humanity in the most literal sense, carving into their flesh with the same care a sculptor takes to marble. When he’s finished, they are unrecognizable, their body a message, a masterpiece. Something for the world to witness.

- When he returns, his hands are still wet with blood, his smile still stretching a little too wide. He steps closer, tilting his head as he looks at you, as if seeing you for the first time. "You make me feel things I do not understand," he murmurs, his voice lilting, almost dreamlike. "And yet, I do not mind."

- His fingers trail over your bruised skin, slow, thoughtful. "You are mine," he hums, as if tasting the words. "And I do not take kindly to those who ruin my muse."

Hela

- Her rage is not loud. It does not explode. It devours. A slow, insidious thing that coils around her like smoke, seething just beneath the surface. She does not speak when she sees the mark on your skin. She does not need to. The air itself seems to grow heavy, the very shadows bending toward her as if they fear what is to come.

- She does not simply kill the one responsible—she eradicates them. Their soul is hers now, ripped from their body, condemned to an eternity of suffering in her grasp. She ensures their torment is endless, their agony woven into the very fabric of Hel itself. They will know true despair. They will beg for release, and she will deny them.

- When she returns to you, she does not ask if you are alright. She knows you are. You are strong. But still, her touch is almost gentle as she brushes a gloved hand over your bruised skin, as if assessing the damage, as if reminding herself that you are here. "They are nothing now," she murmurs, voice like velvet over steel. "They will never touch you again."

- Then, she cups your chin, tilting your face up to meet her gaze. Her lips curve into a smirk, dark, knowing. "You are mine," she breathes, her voice a silken promise. "And what is mine is untouchable."

Norman Osborn | The Green Goblin

- He is not a man known for softness. The world has felt the wrath of his intellect, his madness, his power—but never his kindness. Yet, in his own way, you are an exception. An obsession that burrowed into his mind and refused to leave. You were his, a claim as absolute as the empire he built with blood and fire. And when one of his men struck you, something terrible and ruinous cracked open within him. Norman does not react with immediate fury. No, his rage is patient, a slow-moving thing with sharpened teeth, and it festers in silence as he watches you, as his gloved hand ghosts over the mark left behind. His voice is eerily calm. "Who?" is all he asks, and though you know what will come, you do not stop him.

- He does not waste time. The moment the name is given, the air shifts, heavy with the weight of his impending vengeance. He could kill the man outright—could rip him apart with his hands and laugh as he did it—but Norman is nothing if not poetic. There is no need for theatrics, no need for a Goblin’s grin. He strips away his mask and handles the matter as Osborn, the man, the king, the ruthless god in a businessman’s skin. His underlings learn a lesson that night: a punishment that stretches long, a display of control so profound that even those loyal to him shudder at the sight. Norman does not simply kill; he dismantles.

- He returns to you in the aftermath, his fingers still stained with evidence of his wrath. There is no apology, no soft words meant to soothe. He does not think you need them. He takes your face in his hands, holds you as if committing the shape of you to memory, and leans in, his forehead resting against yours. "You are not to be touched," he murmurs, his voice laced with something dark, something final. "Not by them. Not by anyone. Only me." His mouth finds yours, claiming and bruising, a reminder of who you belong to, of who would set the world ablaze before letting another lay a hand on you.

- In the days that follow, his men become more careful, their eyes lowering whenever you pass. He revels in it, in their fear, in the knowledge that you are untouchable. But more than that, Norman basks in the way you still stand at his side, still allow his hands on your skin, still whisper his name in the quiet of night. He does not say it aloud, but he knows it in the marrow of his bones: he would burn everything for you.

Eddie Brock | Venom

- The moment Venom senses it, the moment the bruising scent of pain clings to you, Eddie is already moving. His body tenses like a predator scenting blood, fists curling, jaw tightening, and before you can say anything, a voice darker than night slithers out, a guttural growl vibrating in his chest. "Who hurt you?" The question is not for you to answer. Venom already knows.

- There is no reasoning with Eddie when his rage is ignited, no space for rational thought. He is a man of fury, of primal justice, and there is no justice more absolute than the one he will deliver. Venom is delighted, saliva dripping from his fanged mouth as he urges Eddie forward. "We eat them." But Eddie is not in the mood for quick endings. No, this calls for something more intimate. He corners the man, fists colliding with flesh, with bone, and with each hit, his breath comes harsher, his mind consumed by the vision of you hurt, of someone daring to lay a hand on what is his.

- When he returns to you, his knuckles are bloody, his breathing uneven, but his eyes—his eyes are the most dangerous part of him. "It won’t happen again," he says, and Venom’s voice purrs in agreement, curling around the words like a promise. You reach for him, fingers tracing over the remnants of his anger, and for a moment, his fury falters. His grip tightens around you, desperate, possessive, as if anchoring himself in your warmth. "I don’t share," he murmurs, his lips ghosting over your skin, the rough scrape of his stubble sending a shiver down your spine. "I don’t forgive, either."

- The city speaks in whispers after that. The man who struck you is nowhere to be found, his existence erased with the efficiency of something monstrous. Eddie doesn’t care. Venom doesn’t care. They are satisfied only in the way you still let them near, in the way your fingers tangle in Eddie’s hair as he presses against you, breathing in your scent like a man who has only ever known hunger.

Otto Octavius | Doctor Octopus

- He is a man of brilliance, of intellect, of control. But all of it fractures when he sees the mark on your skin. His metal limbs twitch, their claws clicking in restless anticipation, and his grip on his own restraint becomes tenuous. He prides himself on logic, on the ability to calculate his moves, but rage has always been an old friend, and tonight, it whispers to him with venomous sweetness. He cups your chin, his touch unexpectedly gentle despite the storm brewing in his gaze. "Tell me," he says, his voice like silk stretched over steel.

- When you do, he does not explode. Otto Octavius is not a man of reckless outbursts—he is a man of consequences. The one who hurt you does not suffer immediately. No, Otto drags it out, makes it a lesson, makes it art. His tentacles wrap around the man like a vice, lifting him effortlessly, squeezing just enough to let terror sink in. "Do you know what you’ve done?" he muses, tilting his head in that calculating way of his. "Do you understand the depths of your mistake?" There is no mercy in his eyes, only the cold brilliance of a scientist dissecting his latest subject.

- When he returns, his hands are clean, his composure intact. But there is something different in the way he looks at you, something almost reverent. "No one will touch you again," he says, a quiet promise that rings louder than any scream. His arms coil around you, steel and flesh alike, pressing you into him as if ensuring your safety through sheer proximity. He is not an affectionate man, not in the traditional sense, but this—this is devotion in its truest form.

- The world shifts after that. His subordinates tread carefully, their fear evident, their respect unwavering. Otto does not care for their opinions, only for the knowledge that you are untouchable, that the universe itself would have to shatter before he allowed harm to reach you again. And when he holds you at night, when he feels the warmth of your body against his own, he knows with absolute certainty—he would burn every last one of them for you.

Sergei Kravinoff | Kraven the Hunter

- The air is thick with tension when he finds out. There is no great display of fury, no immediate act of violence—but the shift in him is undeniable. His gaze darkens, his jaw sets, and his muscles coil like a beast moments before the kill. He does not ask you to name the culprit. He does not need to. The hunt is already beginning in his mind, the scent of blood calling to him. "They have wronged you," he murmurs, his accent curling around the words like a snare. "That is all I need to know."

- He does not go after them as a man. He goes as a predator. There is no chance for escape, no hope for mercy. The one who hurt you does not simply die; they are hunted, chased, reduced to nothing more than prey beneath the weight of Sergei’s wrath. And when he returns, there is blood beneath his nails, a satisfied smirk on his lips, and something primal burning in his eyes as they settle on you.

- He takes your face in his hands, his fingers rough yet reverent. "You are mine," he tells you, his voice low, possessive, unshaken. "And no man touches what is mine." There is no hesitation when he kisses you, no gentleness—only the raw, unfiltered hunger of a man who has conquered and claimed.

- After that, there is silence. No one dares cross you, no one even dares look too long. And Sergei—Sergei watches you like the wild thing he is, his need for you carved into his very soul.

Dr. Curt Connors | The Lizard

- There are two versions of the man you love, and both are dangerous in their own ways. Dr. Connors—the brilliant, fractured scientist—sees you as something fragile, something to be protected. The Lizard—the monstrous, primal force—sees you as his, an undeniable part of his territory, a possession no one else is permitted to touch. When he smells the injury, when his reptilian senses detect the slightest irregularity in your scent, his pupils slit into thin lines, and his talons twitch. He does not ask what happened. He does not need to. You can see the change in him, the slow, deliberate way his muscles coil, the predator awakening beneath the man.

- Curt tries to hold back at first, tries to reason with himself, to suppress the darker part of him that howls for blood. But then he sees the mark—small, insignificant in the grand scheme of things, but a wound on you—and all his restraint shatters. His skin ripples, the transformation taking hold, scales pushing through flesh, bones shifting as something cold-blooded and relentless takes over. The man who hurt you does not get the mercy of a warning. He does not get the chance to run. The Lizard hunts him down with terrifying precision, dragging him into the depths of the sewers, where screams do not reach the surface world.

- He does not return to you as Curt, not yet. The Lizard comes first, his body tense with the aftermath of his fury, his eyes glowing in the dim light. He circles you like an animal, sniffing the air, ensuring no scent of your attacker lingers. When his clawed hands cup your face, they are gentle despite their lethal potential, his rough thumb tracing over the bruise with something close to reverence. "Mine," he hisses, low and guttural, his tail twitching behind him. "No one hurts what belongs to me." His forked tongue flicks out, tasting the air around you, confirming you are safe. Only then does he allow himself to shift back, bones snapping, scales melting away, until it is Curt again—shaken, horrified by his own lack of control, but unrepentant.

- After that night, no one in his employ ever touches you again. They don’t even stand too close. The fear lingers, thick and suffocating, but you do not fear him. Not truly. Not when he presses his forehead against yours in the quiet of your shared sanctuary, his breath still uneven from the monster within him. "I won’t let it happen again," he murmurs, half a promise, half a warning to the world. And you believe him.

Cletus Kasady | Carnage

- Violence has always been Cletus’s language, and love—if he can even call what he feels for you that—is simply an extension of it. His affection is red, dripping, chaotic, something sharp-edged and all-consuming. So when he finds out someone has dared to touch you, to lay their filthy hands on what he claimed, he does not fly into a rage. No, no, no. Rage is too simple. Rage is what lesser men feel. What he feels is a different kind of thrill—something euphoric, something electric. The knowledge that he now has an excuse to indulge himself, to play.

- He finds the man easily. Carnage is not subtle, never has been, and there is no need for stealth when the hunt is half the fun. He takes his time with it, drags it out, makes sure the bastard understands the mistake he made. There are screams, of course. Begging. Pleading. But Cletus only laughs, red tendrils writhing around him like something alive, his grin wide and wicked. He does not just kill. He desecrates. When it is over, he leaves what remains in a place everyone will see, a message written in blood and viscera: SHE’S MINE.

- When he returns to you, he is still drenched in his work, red creeping up his neck like war paint. His fingers are slick when they cup your chin, tilting your head so he can drink in the sight of you, the only thing in this world he won’t destroy. "Ain’t nobody stupid enough to touch you now, doll," he purrs, his grip tightening just enough to make you gasp. "But if they do… well, you know me. I love an excuse to get messy." His lips crash against yours, feverish, unhinged, tasting of copper and chaos, as if marking you from the inside out.

- The city whispers after that. Everyone knows. Everyone fears. No one dares even breathe in your direction without permission. And Cletus—Cletus is delighted. He keeps you close, always touching, always claiming, because you are the only thing in this world worth keeping, worth loving in his own sick, twisted way.

Max Dillon | Electro

- The moment Max finds out, the air around him changes. The temperature rises, the hum of electricity vibrating beneath his skin, flickering in his veins. He does not speak at first. He just stands there, his entire body coiled with tension, eyes burning with a glow that promises something catastrophic. His hands twitch, sparks crackling between his fingers, and when he finally breathes, it comes out ragged, barely contained. "Who?" The question is not a request. It is a demand, static lacing his voice like a storm on the verge of breaking.

- He doesn’t wait for you to answer. He already knows. The circuits in the building whisper their secrets to him, security cameras playing back every movement, every offense. And once he sees it—once he witnesses the insult—there is no saving the man responsible. Max does not go after him in silence. He wants people to see. He wants them to understand. When he finds his target, he doesn’t touch him at first—just lets the lights flicker, lets the air taste of ozone and danger. The fear in the man’s eyes is intoxicating. And then—then—he strikes.

- He does not just kill. He erupts. A violent surge of electricity courses through his victim’s body, lighting up the night in a gruesome spectacle. It is over in seconds, but the aftermath lingers—charred flesh, the stench of burnt skin, a warning that echoes in the city’s power lines. No one touches what belongs to Max Dillon. No one.

- When he returns, his pulse is still thrumming with energy, his hands still tingling with remnants of power. He doesn’t apologize. He doesn’t need to. He simply cups your face, his touch still buzzing, his breath warm against your lips. "Nobody hurts you," he murmurs, pressing his forehead against yours, letting the electricity between you crackle softly. "Not while I’m around."

Wilson Fisk | The Kingpin

- There is no explosion of rage when Wilson finds out. No immediate outburst, no reckless display of violence. Instead, there is silence. A heavy, suffocating quiet that settles over the room as he absorbs the information, as he lets the weight of it sink into his bones. He does not ask questions. He does not need to. His mind has already moved past the why and straight into the how.

- The man who struck you is dead before the sun rises. Wilson does not delegate this task. He handles it himself, in the cold, calculated way that only he can. The punishment is not just a beating. It is an education. He ensures that every broken bone, every gasping breath, is a lesson. That by the time it is over, the man understands—truly understands—who you belong to.

- When he returns to you, his suit is pristine, his composure unshaken, but there is something in his eyes—something dark, something possessive. He takes your hand, bringing it to his lips, pressing a slow, deliberate kiss to your knuckles. "You are mine," he states, as if it is law, as if it is the only truth that matters. "And I will never allow harm to come to what is mine."

- The city learns quickly. No one touches you. No one dares. Because to harm you is to invoke the wrath of a king, and there is no place in this world where his reach does not extend.

Mac Gargan | The Scorpion

- Mac has always been a creature of violence. It sits in his bones, coils in his muscles, waiting for an excuse to strike. But this—this—is different. This is not a bar fight, not some petty vendetta. This is you. His girl. His one good thing in a world that never gave him anything but rage. And someone thought they could lay a hand on you? His fingers curl into fists so tight his knuckles crack, his breath coming out in short, harsh bursts. The suit hums around him, reacting to his anger, tail twitching like a serpent poised to strike.

- He doesn’t speak. He doesn’t ask. He hunts. The city is a labyrinth of shadows, but Mac is a predator who knows every back alley, every bolt hole. And when he finds the bastard, there’s no warning. No time for apologies, for begging, for mercy that never existed in the first place. He slams the man against a wall hard enough to rattle bones, his tail curling around his throat, lifting him off the ground with slow, deliberate cruelty. "You think you're tough?" His voice is low, venomous, dripping with the promise of pain. "Think you can put your hands on her and walk away?"

- The fight is short, brutal. Mac doesn’t just beat him—he breaks him. Leaves him gasping in the filth of the streets, bruised, bloodied, and barely breathing. He could end it. Should end it. But no, he wants this bastard to live. Wants him to wake up every day knowing he made the worst mistake of his life. That if he so much as breathes in your direction again, Mac will be the last thing he ever sees.

- When he returns to you, his hands are still shaking, but his grip is gentle when he cups your face, tilting your chin up so he can look at you. His expression is dark, possessive, fierce. "Ain’t nobody touching you again," he mutters, his thumb tracing over your skin, as if reassuring himself that you’re real, that you’re his. "Ever."

Roderick Kingsley | The Hobgoblin

- The first time he sees the mark on your skin, something inside him snaps. Roderick has always been meticulous, always prided himself on being in control, but this—this—is unacceptable. His fingers twitch at his sides, itching for violence, but his face remains eerily composed, the kind of stillness that only comes before a storm. He smiles, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. "Who?" he asks, voice soft, deadly. It’s not a question. It’s a promise.

- Roderick does not make a spectacle of his revenge. He is not like the others—messy, impulsive, obvious. No, he is calculated. He plays the long game, luring the fool into a false sense of security. Then, when the time is right, he strikes. The underling who dared touch you disappears, and for days, no one hears from him. Then, suddenly, his body turns up—dismembered, displayed with sickening artistry, a message written in his own blood. A warning.

- When he returns to you, there is not a single speck of blood on him. He is as immaculate as always, his movements smooth and practiced as he approaches you. His gloved fingers brush over your shoulder, over the place where the injury once was, his touch lingering. "No one will ever lay a hand on you again," he murmurs, voice silken but laced with something darker, something dangerous. "Not unless they have a death wish."

- He tilts your chin up with two fingers, studying you with that sharp, analytical gaze, and then he smiles—slow, lazy, possessive. "You belong to me, darling," he whispers against your lips, a ghost of a threat, a vow wrapped in silk. "And I always take care of what’s mine."

Quentin Beck | Mysterio

- Quentin is a master of illusions, a man who bends reality to his will. But this—this is no illusion. The sight of your injury is real. And that, more than anything, enrages him. He stands utterly still, his fingers twitching at his sides, his mind already spinning through a thousand different ways to fix this. "Someone put their hands on you?" His voice is eerily calm, too calm, like the surface of still water before something drags you under.

- He doesn’t just want revenge—he wants a show. Wants to make an example of the fool who thought they could harm his masterpiece. The man who hurt you wakes up in a nightmare. Shadows twist unnaturally around him, voices whisper from the darkness, and the air itself becomes suffocating. He cannot see. He cannot escape. Quentin lets him feel true fear, lets his mind break apart at the seams. And when he finally steps into the illusion, bathed in eerie green light, his voice is cold, theatrical. "You touched something that belongs to me. Now, let’s see how you like being toyed with."

- By the time the illusion fades, the man is reduced to a shaking, incoherent wreck, his mind so shattered that he will never be the same. Quentin does not need to dirty his hands with blood. He has already won. Fear is the best weapon, after all. And now? Now, no one will ever dare lay a hand on you again.

- When he returns, his touch is gentle, almost reverent, as he cups your face, tracing the curve of your jaw. "I’ve taken care of it," he murmurs, his voice carrying that ever-present theatrical flair, as if this was simply another act in a grand performance. "No one will ever hurt you again. Not while I’m around." And when he presses his lips to yours, it is possessive, a silent claim. You are mine. And I will burn the world before I let it take you from me.

Flint Marko | The Sandman

- Flint has never claimed to be a good man, but there are rules. Lines that even criminals don’t cross. And someone crossing you? That is unforgivable. When he sees the mark on you, the wound left by some lowlife under his command, something dark passes over his expression. His jaw tightens, his fists clench, and for a long moment, he just stares. Then, in a voice too quiet, too steady, he asks, "Who did it?"

- He doesn’t wait for the answer. He already knows. He finds him. And when he does, he doesn’t waste words. He doesn’t make threats. He just acts. His body twists and warps, arms elongating, fists turning into massive clubs of hardened sand. The first hit is brutal, sending the man crashing through a wall. The second is worse. By the time he’s done, the bastard is barely breathing, half-buried in the debris, coughing up blood and dust. Flint leans down, voice low, gravelly, dangerous. "You ever even look at her again, I’ll make sure there ain’t enough of you left to bury."

- When he returns to you, his hands are still rough, still calloused, but they are infinitely careful when they touch you. His fingers ghost over the mark, his brows furrowed in something like guilt, like regret that he wasn’t there when it happened. "I shoulda stopped it before it happened," he mutters, frustration lacing his tone. "Ain’t nobody layin’ a hand on you again. I promise you that."

- He presses his forehead to yours, his breath warm against your skin, his presence solid, steady, safe. And when he speaks again, his voice is softer, rough with something that sounds almost like devotion. "You’re the only thing in this world I ain’t gonna lose." And somehow, you know he means it.

Herman Schultz | The Shocker

- Violence has always been a means to an end for Herman, never something he enjoyed. He’s not one of those lunatics who relish brutality—he’s just a man trying to make a living. But when he sees the bruise marring your skin, the way you flinch ever so slightly when you move, something inside him curdles. His stomach twists, his fingers flex, and there’s a slow, creeping heat behind his eyes. Somebody hurt you. And that? That’s something he can’t let slide.

- He doesn’t go in guns blazing. He’s smarter than that. He finds out who did it first, who was stupid enough to lay hands on his girl. And when he does? He makes sure the message is clear. The vibrations from his gauntlets don’t just break bones—they shatter them. There’s no warning, no grand speech, just a quick, brutal demonstration of what happens when you cross him. The air trembles with every hit, and by the time he’s finished, there’s nothing left but wreckage and regret.

- When he comes back to you, he’s quieter than usual. There’s no bravado, no cocky grin—just a lingering tension in his shoulders, a ghost of something dark in his eyes. He hesitates before reaching for you, before brushing his knuckles ever so gently over the bruise. "Didn’t mean for you to get caught up in this," he mutters, voice low, rough with something close to guilt. "But I swear—it ain’t happenin’ again."

- And then, finally, his hands settle on your waist, pulling you against him, grounding himself in you. He presses his forehead to yours, exhales slow, deliberate. "You’re my girl," he murmurs, his voice softer now, steadier. "And I protect what’s mine."

Dmitri Smerdyakov | The Chameleon

- Dmitri is a man of masks, of deception, of control. And yet, when he sees the mark on your skin, all of that precision shatters. His breath slows, his body stills, and for the first time in a long time, something genuine flickers behind his ever-changing eyes. Fury. Not the theatrical kind, not the controlled, manufactured type—this is something raw, something visceral. Someone thought they could touch you and get away with it.

- He does not act in haste. No, he is patient, methodical. He waits. He studies his prey, slipping into their world, wearing faces they trust, whispering secrets that lead them straight to their downfall. By the time they realize what’s happening, it’s far, far too late. One night, they close their eyes—and when they wake, they are not where they were before. A cold, dimly lit room. A voice, smooth as silk, drips from the darkness. "Did you think I would not find you?"

- By the time he returns to you, there is not a single trace of blood on him. No evidence, no mess—only the ghost of a smirk, the flicker of satisfaction in his eyes. He steps close, fingers trailing over your wrist, up your arm, as if ensuring you are whole, untouched. "No one will ever hurt you again," he whispers, and it is not just a promise. It is fact.

- His lips brush against the shell of your ear, his voice a soft murmur, intimate, possessive. "You are mine, моя любовь. And I do not share what is mine."

Martin Li | Mister Negative

- There are two sides to Martin—light and shadow, kindness and wrath. But when he sees the evidence of someone else's violence on you, there is no kindness left. His breath catches, his fingers tighten into fists, and something in his expression shifts—something dangerous. He touches the injury gently, as if the very act of acknowledging it might taint you further. And then, quietly, almost too softly, he asks, "Who did this to you?"

- When he finds them, there is no shouting, no theatrics—only inevitability. The underling barely has time to register their mistake before Martin unleashes the darkness within. The corruption devours them, twisting their very essence, making them feel every ounce of pain they have inflicted—tenfold. They scream, but there is no one to save them. And Martin watches, calm, composed, as their own sins consume them from the inside out.

- When he returns to you, his hands are cool when they cup your face, his expression eerily serene. There is no need to speak of what he has done—you already know. Instead, his thumb brushes over your cheek, his touch reverent, careful. "I will not allow harm to come to you again," he says simply, as if it is law, as if the very world itself bends to his decree.

- And then, softly, with all the tenderness in the world, he presses a kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering, his breath warm against your skin. "You are precious to me," he whispers, and beneath the gentleness, there is an edge of something darker, something absolute. "And I do not lose what is mine."

Fred Myers | Boomerang

- Fred has never been the serious type. Always laughing, always running his mouth, always playing things off like nothing really matters. But when he sees what happened to you? When he sees the proof that someone put their hands on you? The easygoing grin vanishes. His whole body goes still. And then, with a quiet, almost chilling sort of calm, he says, "Tell me who did it."

- He tracks the bastard down himself, no hired muscle, no goons—just him. And when he finds them, all the jokes, all the charm, all the bullshit he usually hides behind is gone. He’s fast, brutal, efficient—sharp knuckles, steel-toed boots, the snap of a ribcage giving way under pressure. He doesn’t need his boomerangs for this. No, this? This is personal.

- When he comes back, there’s blood on his hands—his own, maybe, but mostly theirs. And for the first time in a long time, he actually looks serious. No jokes, no smug quips—just that sharp, assessing gaze as he steps closer, fingers brushing over your wrist. "They won’t bother you again," he says, and his voice is rougher than usual, lower. "Nobody’s gonna touch you. Not while I’m around."

- And then, as if realizing how intense he sounds, he exhales, shakes his head, lets that familiar smirk tug at the corner of his mouth. "Damn," he murmurs, tilting your chin up, eyes dark with something dangerous. "Didn’t know I had it in me to get all protective." His grin widens, teasing, but his grip on you is firm, steady. "Guess you bring out the worst in me, sweetheart. Or maybe the best.”

[stormgardenscurse]

hellooo i just saw that your requests were opening and i was wondering if i could request for a first years ace, deuce, jack, epel and sebek headcanons with reader in a setting similar to the kingdom dance scene in tangled where theyre just dancing with different partners before eventually getting back to one another.

kingdom dance - tangled au

Characters: Ace, Deuce, Jack, Epel, Sebek

Ace

Ace Trappola is the subject of many ‘firsts.’ He was the first one to break into your tower, the first to agree to bring you to see the lanterns, and the first one to get hurt (self imposed) because he realised that ah, you’re beautiful when you’re smiling at things about a world that he’s long lost faith in. And he’s placed himself into a lose-lose situation because he’d intended to trick you about your deal, at first.

There’s time to undo his mistakes though, right? Helplessly—hopelessly—Ace lets you drag him back into a world of color that’s painted by your chalk-stained hands.

“Ace, could you help me with something?”

Hm? “What is it—” 

Ace freezes, dumbstruck, as he feels your fingers cup his face. They graze over the soft flesh of his cheeks, and he snaps out of his surprise when he registers the mischievous glint in your eyes. 

The redhead’s brow rises. His hands too, are stained with chalk, so Ace grabs onto your waist to keep you from escaping while dishing out his revenge, eliciting squeals from you while a laugh too happy to be his own escapes his lips. 

There are many things you’ve both been doing that Ace would’ve called childish, before today. But now, he finds himself feeling more carefree than any prison escape he’s done.

When did you become so cheeky? Whoever you learnt this from must be a terrible influence, indeed.

Deuce

In truth, Deuce was just a civilian who noticed a criminal running from the palace guards, and decided to give chase himself! He finds himself at the tower right after you made a deal with Ace, and joins your adventures to make sure the redhead keeps his end of the deal (and maybe to steal and return the tiara to the palace, while he’s at it).

Because of this however, Deuce is much more welcoming about your discovery of the outside world. He’s just glad to see you happy and running around, and even accompanies you to the ‘boring’ part of the town; a library full of novels and history books!

“This place is a lot like my tower,” you’d explained to him, describing how over the years, you’ve painted the walls with murals and attempted no small amount of hobbies. “Oh, look at this page! Is this Corona’s traditional waltz?”

Hearing the wonder in your voice as you charted a map of nations across the sea on the side, Deuce thinks that it wouldn’t be so bad to dedicate a few years to travelling with you, even if he hopes to be a knight at the end. He lets you lead him in a waltz across the library tower, stepping lightly around novel to novel, each with maps and illustrations on its open page.

…And just as Deuce thinks he’s gotten the hang of it, his train of thought causes him to stumble and slip on one of the books! He topples, you land on him. And after a few seconds of silence… giggles bubble from your chest. 

…Maybe, staying in here a little longer wouldn’t be so bad, either. Even if he’s never been one for towers of words and dust.

Jack

The townschildren immediately took a liking to both you and Jack’s hair; the latter of which was tied into a long, fluffy ponytail, that looked incredibly pretty with flowers woven into them!

“Should I undo this for you?” You ask Jack, inspecting his now-semi braided strands. He shakes his head, gesturing towards the children who have retreated to play close to the fountain, but are still in sight.

“It’s fine. We'd better not upset them after all their hard work.” Jack answers, noticing the way you’re smiling. “...What?”

It’s just, “I never thought you’d be so good with kids! You felt like a dependable older brother.”

The afternoon wanes as Jack tells you a bit more about his siblings and you find a small meadow outside town’s walls. Sitting amidst it, next to Jack, almost makes you forget that you met at the Snuggly Duckling—which you probably wouldn’t have made it out of without him and Epel joining your party.

“Hey Jack, don’t you think that flowers look a little bit like the sun symbol on Corona's flag?” You hold up the flower crown you’d been weaving into the light. 

For a moment, Jack doesn’t answer—and you realize why when you turn around, only to see him pick a golden wildflower and tuck it behind your ear, since your hands were full.

“I think this one's colour is closer to what you meant.” He says, but Jack’s eyes don’t seem to be on the flower, exactly. What is this bubbly feeling in your stomach?

Epel

Having joined your group at the Snuggly Duckling (Epel’s family supplies apple-made products, and he’s always wanted to learn to be a cool mercenary), you’ve almost forgotten that Epel came from a quieter side of the kingdom with sprawling farms and fields for days. As such, he’s just as happy to explore the town as you are, buying a range of pastries from the local bakery and picking out souvenirs for his Meemaw once he finally makes the trip home.

“It’s a good thing my deliveries take a few days, anyway. And I was hurryin’ on the last vdelivery because I wanted to ask the mercs to teach— I mean, mentor me a little. But meeting you was lots more fun!” Epel smiles. He shares your wonder for the city, and even if some of your ignorance baffles him, Epel’s grown to admire your guts (the way you fought off city guards with a frying pan and zero fear).

…Well, almost zero fear. The closest you’ve felt to true helplessness was when your team was separated and trapped in a flooded cave—only for Epel to calm you down long enough for you to use your hair—and kept your secret until you chose to heal your friends’ scratches and bruises after the confrontation.

Meemaw told me stories about the sundrop flower. But we aren’t people that take more than we need from the earth; magic or not, it’s a plant like any other. And you’re a person! We can’t just steal your hair!

The fears you had about revealing your magic quickly melted away as you burst into laughter. From then on, you gained a little favouritism for Epel, who was always down for your daring shenanigans. This time, however, all you wanted was to learn how to carve apples like he did! And when your friends returned to admire your works, he was quick to swap apples with you, giving you a little shrug, saying he can make them anytime. “And even if it’s not exactly a long lasting souvenir… it’s a gift, for you.”

Sebek

A palace guard who’d tracked the five of you down after the Snuggly Duckling fiasco, Sebek is determined to keep an eye on you since you’re the one who’s hiding the stolen tiara. He starts off very standoffish and does not want to mingle, but eventually, after you’re left alone together in the town square… Sebek grows tired of something and asks if you’re done looking around the main area. He leads you to a store with kitchenware instead, where he asks you to pick out a new… frying pan?

“The one you have right now is too heavy, isn’t it?” He quips, trying not to show that he was concerned about the way you uncomfortably kept it inside your backpack. “You may be able to swing it around with relative ease, but when faced with proper villains, you won’t be able to lift it quickly enough.” Sebek finishes, moving forward to pick out the lighter pans in the store on your behalf. “...How about this?”

It’s not quite ‘picking out an outfit’ or new sword for a fellow knight… But you can tell that Sebek’s half-awkwardness comes from a place of care. Meaning, he’s warmed up to you, even if he doesn’t want to admit it! You accept his gift of a new weapon gladly, only to notice people gathering in the main square as musicians raise their instruments.

Before you can ask Sebek what it is, however, a firm grip suddenly pulls you behind the corner and blocks your mouth. You follow his line of sight to see royal guards patrolling by.

“Come on—let’s dance!”

“It’d be complicated if I’m spotted with all of you.” Sebek sighs.

To be fair, you are a group of criminals (mainly Ace). You notice the music swelling in the square and people twirling about, and decide to wipe the stressed frown off Sebek’s face.

[beiibeiii]

Imagine the girlies who has a coat who makes us wear her coat during sex 👀

Like imagine shalom, rahu, kafka ,yelan and others omg

OMG THATS IS REALLY HOT.. 👀 I ADDED CHAMELEON CAUSE I THOUGHT SHE FIT THIS! (AND MY BBY @aixeko WANTED HER) SORRY THIS HAS BEEN SITTING IN THE INBOX FOR MONTHS NOW.. WHOOPS..

smut under cut

shalom has your wrists tied tightly with her leather belt. your sat in her lap with your arms are around her neck. her leather jacket draped on your shoulders, covering your back. you can feel the leather rub against you every time you bounced up and down on her fat dick. your tits bounce up and down with each movement as her cock reaches the deepest parts of you. constantly hitting against that sweet spot.

her hands are gently placed on your hips, helping you ride your nth orgasm out. your eyes squeeze shut, giving her a pornographic moan as your bury your head in her shoulder. the soft praises of her voice makes your spine shiver. your moans are heavenly, in contrast with her rough jacket.

"there we go, thats a good girl."

rahu who pounds right into your tight little cunt at a unforgiving pace. her cock slams into you, hammering her way through your tight walls. shes got your plush thighs pushed up against your stomach, in a mating position. her fac jacket doing nothing to cover your cleavage. she groans and grunts loud into your ears. you dont know whether that turns you on more than getting fucked with her coat.

she tells you how good shes going to fuck you, how bad she wants to cum inside. eliciting loud moans from your throat, mixing with the loud squelching noises of her massive cock ramming into you with no remorse. your face contours into pure pleasure. your head thrown back as your walls spasm around her as she hits your cervix effortlessly. rahu can see that bulge in your stomach every time she fucks her fat cock inside. her pupils dilate. her grip on your thighs tighten, fucking with more fervour.

"so pretty for me.. so good.."

kafka who has you on your hands and knees, fucking you from behind. seeing your pretty back covered with her most prized coat. fuck it turns her on so much. her cock goes nice and slow, taking her sweet time. its absolutely agonising. shes goes slow and deep. you whine and whine, begging her to go faster. she rubs you ass telling you to be patient. you let out small shaky mewls. your eyes flutter shut in desperation.

she loves the way you clamp around her so fucking desperately. you swallow her cock in so perfectly. your knees and arms tremble, you feel spineless. you can feel her lazy smirk gazing down at you. she loves seeing you break under her. oh my god.. shes such a tease. shes just so.. so painfully slow. her cock forms a creamy ring around the base. you were so wet and you hadn't even cum once. you beg and beg for kafka to go faster. she chuckles lightly. her hand gives your ass a small pat. her hands sliding on your back under her coat to grab your hips. her pace finally starts to pick up. the filthy sound of skin slapping together starts to pick up.

"such a desperate girl aren't you? hold on tight now."

yelan who ties you arms behind you back with her hydro strings. her fluffy coat tickles your back with every movement. your back arches at each small feathery touch. yelan has her cock in your mouth. you suck her off lazily and desperately. her massive cock makes you gag, but you take it just for her. she lets out groans as her hands find their way in your hair. her velvety voice telling you how good your doing for her. you bob your head up and down, sucking her more. your mouth was so sore. your eyes look up at her tearily from pleasure. her cock sliding in and out your warm mouth.

she was so heavy against your tongue. you can feel your throat spasms at her shear size. she tasted so fucking good. her hips would occasionally roll forwards, helping you take her cock. you felt your heat arise from your cunt. strings of your wetness coating the wooden floor, forming a small puddle in between your thighs. you finally get her off. she shoves your head to her hips with a moan. you whimper around her cock, taking her whole as her warm, salty cum floods your throat. you pull away, trying to keep all her her cum in your mouth. dripping from the corner of your lips and down your chin.

"so obedient. swallow, its my turn now"

chameleon who has her coat draped onto your shoulders. your hands in her hair as she eats you out. her tongue pumping in and out of your wet cunt. the slurping noises she makes are loud. her nose would nudge your clit, making your back arch. her pace was fast, sucking and licking at your pussy. smushing her spit and your wetness together. you tasted so fucking good to her. her hands were holding your thighs wide open for her to ravish. greedily lapping you up for herself. her eyes would look up at you seductively as she eats you out. you start hearing her teasing voice in your head. asking you if you liked this . how good you tasted. you moan out at her words.

your eyes rolling to the back of your head as your grind your hips into her face, more needy now. she knew what she was doing to you. she hums into your pussy, the vibrations making your hips spasm, whimpers eliciting from your throat. god she was so good. her wet muscles explores your insides, rubbing against your warm walls. your thighs close up against her head, that turned her on so much. she continues lapping up your folds, mumbling into your pussy.

"tastes..so good."

[kurogane2512]

Chameleon Birthday 2025

yes it's finally here!!

18+ CONTENT

Game: Path to Nowhere

Characters: Chameleon x fem!reader (Chief)

Type: Fluff and smut

Although it's Chameleon focused, I have depicted Chief having an open relationship with other Sinners so there are some touchy scenes with them since this is also Valentine's Day. But belated happy birthday mommy Chameleon you will always have a special place in my heart 🥹❤️

Heels tapped on the marbled floor of the bureau as Chameleon made her way to your office. Donning her ever-alluring smile, she greeted the Sinners who passed by her and wondered why everyone was coming from the same direction she was headed to. Her doubts were cleared as soon as she reached your office and peeked through the slightly ajar door- oh, so this was it, how could she not realize sooner?

Occupying her view was a familiar red-haired woman, Cabernet Franc, who appeared to be straddling you in your chair. Chameleon’s eyes moved to the side and she saw another familiar woman, the new blonde Outland Sinner you had recently detained, Vautour Bleu, standing to your side quite closely as if waiting her turn. The view wasn’t very clear to Chameleon and she didn’t want to make her presence known by attempting to see better, but she could make out enough.

“Chief, say ‘aah’~” Cabernet mused while leaning closer to you, holding a heart-shaped chocolate in her hand.

Your lips parted to bite the chocolate from one end and Cabernet came closer to bite the other, making your lips touch. The simple touch turned into a passionate kiss as you relished the sweet chocolate together. Chameleon’s eyes squinted at the scene, a strange emotion bubbling in her. Normally, she’d be amused of such things and not think much of them, but recently she found herself feeling differently. She also noticed how your desk was filled with various gifts, most of them being chocolates and letters.

She continued watching as Cabernet proceeded to move away and Vautour Bleu sat on your lap sideways, holding a chocolate in her mouth and gesturing you to bite from the other end. It was like a Pocky game, both of you biting from your ends until it was finished and your lips met in a sensual kiss. Once again, the same unusual feeling arose in Chameleon. She couldn’t name the feeling despite being a master of emotions, but deep down she knew what it was.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, dear Chief~” Cabernet and Vautour Bleu spoke together, kissing each of your cheeks one by one before beginning to exit your office.

Chameleon walked away before they could reach the door and acted as if she saw nothing, making her way back to her cell. With her brows furrowed, she laid down on her bed with a sigh, the scenes repeating in her mind continuously and making her further annoyed. She wasn’t sure why she felt this way, or perhaps she didn’t want to face the reality of her own emotions. Just like all these years how she kept her real emotions suppressed and showed herself as a ruthless psychopath who seemingly enjoyed toying with others.

Why did she want to meet you today in the first place? To toy with you and satisfy her desires? Or was she expecting something deeper and more affectionate? Her thoughts started overwhelming her and she decided to put an end to them, closing her eyes to fall into slumber. She hated how she felt this way about you; after all, your relationship was anything but romantic. A simple arrangement for convenience, and a treatment method for her. That’s how it was with others too, yet she seemingly had more trouble staying in her lane today.

Trying to sleep in the middle of the day proved fruitless so she sat on her desk to complete some patient files, hoping to get her mind off things. It was approximately 2 hours later when her focus was broken as her cell door opened and she turned to greet the unexpected visitor- and finding herself surprised yet again at who it was.

“Oh, what brings you here, Chi—” her eyes wandered to the object in your hands and her words were held in her throat, “....Ah, how unexpected.”

You walked in further carrying a small cake and a packed gift, “Why unexpected? You thought I’d forget your birthday?”

Chameleon remained silent for a moment then smirked, “Well, I assumed you’d be quite occupied given the other occasion today~”

You shrugged then placed the cake on her desk, “Even so, I wouldn’t forget to wish you.”

You fetched a lighter from your pocket and lit the candle on top of the cake then looked at her with a smile, “Happy Birthday, Chameleon. I wish you health and happiness, and I hope you enjoy your day.”

Chameleon looked at the cake then back at you, feeling unsure of how to respond for a moment. Her smirk turned into a gentle smile and she picked up the knife to cut the cake.

“Thank you, Chief.”

She blew the candle and cut a slice of the cake.

“And here, happy Valentine’s Day as well.” You extended the packet towards her and she cordially accepted.

Chameleon stared at the cutely wrapped gift then stepped closer to you to say something but held back when she noticed a faint red mark on your neck, partially hidden by your shirt’s collar. Her brows furrowed slightly at the sight, the same unusual feelings rising in her again.

“Who may it be? The Countess? Or the Head of Quinn? Perhaps one of those Garden members.... or anyone at all.” She pondered.

“Well, if there’s any wish you have then feel free to say it. I will try my best to fulfil it, you already know the limitations we have. I’ll be in my office now, if there’s anything you need then you know what to do.”

You were about to turn around and walk out of her cell when she held you back by grabbing your wrist, followed by leaning in to embrace you. Her face was buried in the crook of your neck, near the place where the mark was engraved. You flinched for a second feeling her embrace then became relaxed and put your arms around her.

“I have already decided my wish, Chief. Would you be kind enough to fulfil it?~”

“W-What is it?”

Chameleon smirked and drew herself back to look at your face, “Every once in a while, let’s be honest with each other, let down our guards, and spend the day together~”

You processed her words in your mind, “....You are asking me to take you on a date, is that it?”

She chuckled, “If you wish to put it that way, Chief. Your words, not mine~”

You let out a sigh and pondered for a while. Chameleon looked at your serious expression and wondered if she asked for something too much, perhaps you were too busy to abide by her wish.

“....Alright, it can be arranged. Where would you like to go? And anything particular you want to do?”

Her eyes almost widened at your acceptance but she held back her expression and simply smirked, “Oh, how kind of you, dear Chief. Well....” she trailed off and sensually traced her palm down your arm, leaning in to breathe against your neck, “Why don’t you decide on the place and activities? You are taking me on a date, right? Then, I expect to be impressed~”

You blushed and averted your gaze, “Fine, I’ll make up a date plan. Be ready by 5 pm.”

She smiled and kissed your cheek, “I look forward to it, Chief~”

Just like that, Chameleon seemingly had her way as she wanted. Looking back, time had passed in the blink of an eye and it was already 2 years since her detainment. Who would have guessed she’d become so attached to her own captor?

It was 5 pm soon after and you and Chameleon were in Eastside, wandering down a street after being dropped off by an agent from 9th Agency. Since it was supposed to be a normal date between two perfectly normal people, you decided to dress appropriately and so did Chameleon. You were caught off guard at first when you saw her wearing a simple yet elegant dress, light makeup and hair draped over one shoulder. You were used to seeing her in her usual attire which always gave her an air of professionalism combined with seductiveness, somehow perfect for a psychologist like her.

“Where are we headed first, Chief?~” Chameleon asked while grasping your hand, walking quite close to you. You noticed how she seemed to be in a good mood, perhaps she was really being honest and wanted to enjoy the day.

“Ah, how about a movie? I checked that there’s one you may like.”

“Oh? How amusing. Lead the way then, Chief. I’m leaving everything to you today~”

You nodded with a smile and led her to the nearby cinema. The movie that you selected was a thriller mystery, a bit serious for an occasion like today’s but you knew Chameleon liked such genres. To your relief, she seemed genuinely invested in the movie throughout and watched with excitement. It was rare of you to see her in such a state, being so focused on something as simple as this, but the sight was adorable.

During the movie, you once reached into the popcorn bucket and brushed your hand with hers, causing you to retract it with a blush and looked to see Chameleon eyeing you with a smirk. You were about to apologize but she took your breath away when she leaned in to sneakily peck your lips. It was a simple touch yet felt electrifying, perhaps due to the location you were in. Yet she was back to watching the movie as if nothing happened.

The movie was finished after 2 hours and you were on your way to a restaurant now. You discussed about the movie as you walked, sharing your thoughts and opinions on the plot, criticising some aspects of the cinematography, and praising the performance of the actors. You weren’t surprised when Chameleon revealed she had figured out the mystery around halfway into it, still she found the revelation quite satisfying and worth the wait.

“I had actually been wanting to watch this movie for some time, Chief. Thank you for bringing me here~” her words were sincere and spoken with a smile, almost making you wonder if you were talking to the real Chameleon or not.

“That’s good then, I’m glad you liked it.” You replied with a smile as well.

She once again laced her hand with yours and walked together. You’d truly appear like an ordinary couple to outsiders at this point. Alas, the reality was from it.

You reached a fairly luxurious restaurant, neither too fancy for your wallet nor shabby for a date with a woman like Chameleon. You both opted to try their signature parfaits and crepes since you weren’t hungry for anything else. Looking around the restaurant, you found a bunch of young couples huddled together and chattering away in their own little worlds. Of course, today was the day of love, no wonder the restaurant had such cheesy decorations and a special menu catering towards couples.

As you waited for your food to arrive, Chameleon shifted closer to you and kept her palm atop yours, her signature smirk lacing her face and you wondered what was going on in her mind. Well, you had the means to read it, but you weren’t going to. She remained silent and simply played with your fingers, intertwining hers with them and sensually tracing patterns on the skin. Such demeanour was a little unusual for her, but quite cute at the same time.

“Chameleon, what are you doing....?”

She smirked more at your question and rested her face on her other palm, leaning closer to you.

“I’m feeling your touch, dear Chief. Your skin has turned rougher, are you not even applying some basic skincare?~”

“I do.... I just don’t get much time and recent missions have been field operations to the Outlands, you know how the conditions are there.”

“Outlands, of course.... that desolate place. You detained quite a few Sinners from there in the past weeks~”

“Mhm, it was really hectic. Thankfully, this week was rather relaxing.”

She smiled at your statement and stopped moving her fingers but kept your palms connected, simply holding it in her hand. It seemed she wanted to say something more but held back and your order arrived soon after, both of you shifting your focus to the lavish preparation in front of you. They were simply a parfait and some crepes, yet they were decorated with all sorts of toppings befitting Valentine’s Day that made them appear like a sumptuous feast.

“Oh my, they seem to have put in a lot of effort into these~” Chameleon mused while dragging the parfait towards herself, eyeing it with amusement.

“It’s a little too much I feel....” you whispered, making her chuckle.

“Indulge yourself for today, Chief. You don’t get chances like this every day~”

You nodded with a sigh and pulled the crepes towards yourself then took a bite from it, immediately tasting the sickly-sweet taste that overwhelmed your senses. Yet, you found yourself relishing the dish since it mellowed out as you ate more and were able to appreciate it’s deeper flavouring.

“Here, Chief. Say ‘aah’~” Chameleon teased while holding a spoonful of her parfait in front of you. You blushed for a second then accepted the bite, earning a victorious smile from her.

You then returned the gesture by offering a bite from your crepes, but she seemed to have something else in mind. Chameleon smirked and suddenly leaned near you and licked the corner of your lips, a startled shiver going down your body. You stared at her in disbelief with a reddened face, making her smile deviously.

“Hmm, how sweet. They specialize in these desserts it seems~”

She commented while being completely unfazed of her own action, resuming to eat her dish as usual. Your face turned bright red and you struggled to react for a while then went back to eating your dish too.

“So unfair doing that this way..... I need to get back at her.” Just as you thought that, a perfect opportunity presented itself.

A drop of the ice cream dripped on Chameleon’s exposed chest, near her beauty mark. She was about to reach out to grab a tissue and wipe it, but you acted faster and leaned in to lick away the drop.

“Indeed, these are quite good~” you commented with a smirk while eyeing her then resumed eating your fill.

You were silently celebrating your victory in your mind, completely oblivious to the fact that Chameleon was genuinely surprised by your action. You didn’t notice how she remained still, nor the light blush occupying her face. But she was truly caught off-guard as she didn’t expect you to do something like that. Although, you had now lit a fire in her and she was already thinking of ways to make you regret your action- in a good way.

After finishing your meals, you were once again strolling out in the city hand-in-hand. Night had begun to fall on the eternally awakened Eastside illuminated by artificial lights all around. There seemed to even more crowd on the streets now, especially hordes of couples going here and there. You couldn’t help but ponder the uniqueness of your situation; at this moment, nobody knew you were the Chief of MBCC, the agency that detains Sinners- people who are widely hated and feared in DisCity- and the woman beside you was one of those very Sinners you had detained.

You wondered if Chameleon ever dated this way before, perhaps she hypnotized someone to act as her lover for a while to satisfy herself but you were inclined to believe she wouldn’t do that. She claimed to enjoy toying with others, but you had known her long enough to know the fears and insecurities rooted deep inside her due to the traumatic event she faced as a child. In the same chain of thoughts, you became curious as to why she wanted you to take her on a date like this; was there another reason aside from her birthday celebration?

“Ah, I just remembered there’s some things I wanted to buy. Care to accompany me, Chief?~” her voice snapped you out of your thoughts and you quickly nodded, following her to a nearby store.

You thought she wanted to buy some clothes- and they were indeed clothes, but not the kind you expected. It was a lingerie shop.

You stared at the outlet and contemplated going in but didn’t have much choice as Chameleon was practically ready to drag you inside.

“I hope to get some good recommendations from you, Chief....” she whispered near your ear, “....Pick something that suits me, and that you’d like to see on me~”

You pursed your lips and nodded. Chameleon internally chuckled seeing your reaction, finding your flustered state adorable.

“We both are women, so you can provide first-hand opinions as I try out different sets~” she continued, her silvery voice coming as a hush and making you shiver in place.

“C-Chameleon, we shouldn’t....” you muttered, averting your gaze.

“Hm? I merely want you to help me choose lingerie, Chief. You have solved much tougher Mania cases than this, have you not?~” she whispered more and lightly bit your earlobe, earning a muffled moan from you.

Indeed, you had solved much tougher Mania cases. For God’s sake, you had defeated Black Rings. This was just choosing some lingerie for your Sinner, surely a piece of cake?

“Alright....” you cleared your throat, “But be quick....”

She nodded and pulled you inside the shop. Scent of fresh fabric filled your nose and sight of feminine lingerie pieces occupied your gaze. To some extent, this was a foreign world to you since all your clothes were always delivered by the Supply Office, including undergarments. You hardly had time to go shopping for yourself, much less choose fancy undergarments which would only get ruined.

Chameleon was quick to walk to an aisle on the right and start looking at sets as if she came here all the time- which she might as well have before being detained. You followed her closely and glanced around, feeling slightly awed at the choices presented. As you walked further, you started noticing the cup sizes becoming bigger and quickly realized why; of course, Chameleon would require such sizes....

You waited as she examined a few pieces, often turning to you to ask your opinion on them and all you had to say was they were good because truly— everything would suit her. However, she seemed displeased by your indecisiveness and poor opinions. Hence, she had no choice but to resort to another option.

That’s how you found yourself being dragged towards the changing rooms by her. She expected you to resist but you simply let it happen since you knew resistance would be futile; not to mention, you were secretly looking forward to what would happen. You waited right outside her stall as she changed into the selected pieces, nervousness rising in you as you envisioned how she’d look and couldn’t help but feel flustered. Though, nothing could prepare you for the real sight.

Her stall door swung open and you felt frozen in time when you laid your eyes on her, gazing at her intently. The first piece she tried was a black floral bra with a white and black panty, her ample breasts were perfectly framed in the cups and her hips accentuated in all the right ways with the panty. The color was rather similar to her usual undergarment she wore with her work uniform, yet you wouldn’t mind seeing more of it.

“Hehe, seems I don’t even need to read your mind to know your thoughts, Chief~” Chameleon chuckled with a smirk, snapping you out of your trance.

“S-Sorry! It looks great on you....”

She smiled and suddenly pulled you closer by grabbing your chest harness, “Have a closer look, Chief. Tell me, what exactly do you like?~”

You blushed more and trailed your eyes down to her body, feeling the way her breasts pressed against you.

“T-The shape is good.... it looks c-comfortable to wear....”

Chameleon smiled again and released you, “Not bad, Chief. Your observational skills are noteworthy~”

You dryly chuckled, “Just part of the job, you know....”

She then went back inside the stall to try out another piece. You breathed a sigh of relief when you were finally given some space, but you couldn’t control your mind that was still envisioning Chameleon’s body, the scenery now enhanced by your recent experience. You took a deep breath to calm yourself, knowing it was inappropriate to have such thoughts about her. Not to mention, she could read your mind at anytime and discover your debauchery....

The stall opened again after some time and this time she stepped out wearing a crimson lace set, looking absolutely ravishing. Your face flushed at the exquisite sight in front of you, finding yourself speechless once again. Chameleon could tell your thoughts by a simple glance just like before, she adored how you’d react this way. She stepped out and walked up to you then pinned you to the wall behind, caging you with her body. Her knee dug between your legs, breasts pressing against yours and her lips lingering over your ear.

“Oh, Chief.... I hope you know how hard it is to hold back when you look at me this way~”

Her warm breath brushed past your lobe, a shiver going down your spine.

“....Can you blame me?”

She softly chuckled, “Why don’t you do something about it then, hm?~”

You swallowed in your throat then looped one arm around her waist, “Sure, why don’t I start here then?~” You sneakily traced your hand down her hips and grabbed her butt, earning a muffled moan from her due to not expecting such an action from you.

“How needy, Chief. I didn’t know you were into such things~”

You smirked then retracted your hand, “This one looks good too. Which one do you prefer?”

She sensed the way you changed the topic and stepped back as well, deciding to not continue further.

“Well, perhaps I’ll keep it a surprise for later~”

She winked then walked back inside the stall to change. You slumped against the wall once she was out of sight, taking another deep breath to remain composed. You were used to her teasing nature, yet every time it became harder to retaliate. She came out in her normal clothes after a while and carried both sets in their respective boxes while going to the cashier. You were curious to see which one she finalized but she didn’t give you a chance to see as she hid the choice while the billing was processed.

You were back on the road now, strolling along the street hand in hand. You were wondering what else to do now since the only thing left in your plan was a night stay at a hotel, but you weren’t sure if Chameleon wanted that. You glanced at her beside you and pondered over certain things, trying to figure out what else she may like. That’s when she stopped in her tracks all of a sudden and made you stop as well. You noticed her looking at a signboard on her right side and moved forward to see it as well.

“A photoshoot offer, huh? Speaking of this, we didn’t get any photos today....” you mumbled and looked at her, trying to read her expressions. She then turned to look at you as well and grasped your hand tighter with a smirk on her face.

“Well, seems like the perfect opportunity, doesn’t it, Chief?~”

“Are they even open right now? It’s rather late....”

“Let’s check it out, Chief.”

You nodded and followed her into the shop to ask about the offer. You found out it was an offer for a trial wedding styled photoshoot at a limited timed low price for couples. You thought about denying hearing it was wedding themed but noticed how Chameleon seemed to be interested, listening intently to the details.

“Uh, do you want to, Chameleon?”

She glanced at you with a sly smile, “Wouldn’t it be good practice for the future, darling?~” she wrapped her arms around your neck, pressing her body to yours. You knew she was teasing, but something about doing such a thing with her enticed you, and you were also keen to give her whatever she wished for today hence ended up agreeing.

You were escorted to the studio at the back of the shop where you were first shown the backdrop for the pictures- it was a nature scenery with a wedding arch prop and some frills and flowers, looking quite beautiful and pleasant. You were then taken to the dressing room and told to select costumes for yourself. There weren’t elaborate options but the ones available were quite well-made for a trial photoshoot.

“Say, Chief, how about we surprise each other with our looks?~” Chameleon suggested and you nodded, feeling quite excited at the idea.

She let you pick your selection first by turning her back to you and waiting for you to walk into the changing room, followed by herself choosing an outfit. Being too used to wearing your uniform, you picked a similar kind of white suit complete with a tie and brooch. The brooch was special to you since its colour resembled Chameleon’s eyes, you hoped she’d notice and feel special. You were first to step out and got seated in the makeup area where a stylist was already waiting. Looking at your face and attire, she applied some subtle makeup to make you look radiant and fresh rather than a drained workaholic.

You were just finished with your makeup when Chameleon finally stepped out, and your breath was taken away. Looking at her wearing exotic lingerie was tempting, but seeing her in an elegant wedding-like dress was a completely different feeling. Your heart pounded in your chest as she walked closer, your gaze trailing from her head to toe and you stared in awe, having absolutely no words to speak. She was a beautiful woman, no doubt, despite being a Sinner you could never deny it. Her beauty never failed to captivate you no matter the attire.

“Hehe, it’s always so amusing to see you in this state, darling~” Chameleon chuckled, and just like at the lingerie shop it was her voice that snapped you out of your thoughts. She wasn’t wearing a proper wedding dress since it wasn’t available in the options, but the dress had the same kind of style and flair to appear like a wedding dress as much as possible. Additionally, she also carried a white folding fan and you noticed her dress had a similar looking brooch as well, resembling her eye colour.

“You look dashing, Chief. And we match as well.... hehe, I wonder if we’d appear like a real couple about to get married~” her voice resounded in your mind, and you realized she was speaking through her powers.

You cleared your throat and approached her before extending your hand, “You look ethereal, dear.” You spoke sincerely while gazing into her eyes, and you noticed a light blush form on her face for a very short moment as she was quick to compose herself and smile in response.

“Thank you, this dress is quite to my liking~”

You smiled back then had her seated on the makeup chair and waited for her. Although, she didn’t require much makeup either as her natural appearance was beautiful enough hence the artist simply enhanced her features with light touches and gave some loose curls in her hair. Her look was completed with a hat which had a purple pansy attached to the band, balancing the combinations well. It was soon time for the photoshoot. You were taken back to the studio and the photographer was astonished by your looks and felt quite excited to take your pictures.

The first backdrop was a waterfall and you were made to stand side by side with Chameleon’s body angled towards the side to show some of her curves. You kept one arm around her waist and joined the other with hers then looked at each other with smiles as the photos were clicked. The next scene was slightly unconventional for a wedding photoshoot, but this wasn’t a real wedding photoshoot so perhaps the photographer wanted to be unique. Chameleon sat upon a dressing table, the mirror reflecting some of her exposed back and silky hair, holding up the folding fan near her shoulder. On the other hand, you were asked to get down on one knee in front of her and have her rest one foot on your thigh while you appear to put on an anklet on it, your eyes locked on each other.

She softly chuckled behind the folding fan once the photos were clicked, clearly enjoying making you do such things. You wondered if she had a hand in making the photographer click a photo like this....

The next scene was a simple one, and possibly the most obvious you’d expect in a photoshoot. You were standing under the arch while facing each other, her arms wrapped around your neck while yours around her waist and eyes locked together. It was intimate and romantic; you could see and feel every bit of her being and couldn’t help but feel lost in her eyes. You were then asked to change poses and quickly obliged, now facing the camera while holding a bouquet together.

The photoshoot was then completed and you changed into your own clothes then thanked the owner for the opportunity and were told the completed photos will be sent to you digitally and also delivered in an album through a package. You were reluctant to write the MBCC’s address as the delivery location so Chameleon recommended writing her office address instead and to have it picked up from there separately.

You were finally outside now and aimlessly wandering on the street. You noticed how strangely quiet Chameleon was ever since the photoshoot ended, she didn’t even hold your hand now unlike before. You wondered if she was upset or found something unpleasant, but weren’t sure how to bring it up. Not wanting to see her in a gloomy mood, you decided to go along with your final arrangement for the date.

“Are you tired, Chameleon?”

“Hm?” her head snapped towards you with a puzzled expression before she composed herself, “Ah, it is rather late. I suppose we should go back now.”

“Well....” you went ahead and grasped her hand, “There is one last thing I prepared. Let’s go.”

You smiled and pulled her along, turning a few corners until being stopped in front of a building. She looked up to see a fancy building with the sign of a hotel; of course, it wasn’t a five-star hotel but it was certainly over your budget.

“Oh my, how thoughtful of you, Chief. Seems you pulled all stops for today~”

You sneered, “I promised to impress you, after all~”

Chameleon shrugged with a chuckle and walked inside the hotel with you. You checked into the suite you had booked then were escorted by an attendant to the top floor. The suite was magnificent as one would expect from a high-end hotel, offering a gorgeous view of DisCity through the glass window and enough facilities in the room itself. You sat upon the bed with a sigh as you were tired from walking around all day and kept an eye on Chameleon, wondering what she was up to.

She then headed into the restroom to freshen up and you laid back on the bed to rest for a while, pondering over everything you did today. In hindsight, it was quite a normal date and nothing extravagant. You tried to arrange for the best things available in your budget and time, but you knew it could be improved. In the end, if Chameleon was satisfied then your motive was achieved.

The door of the restroom opened after a while and she walked out then strolled towards the window, her eyes fixated on the view. You stood up and walked to stand beside her and looked at the view as well, truly feeling quite stunned at how beautiful DisCity could be despite having such harsh conditions inside. You glanced at Chameleon beside you, noting how fixated her gaze was and were almost tempted to read her mind to know her thoughts.

“It’s certainly impressive, Chief. You actually managed to surprise me well~” she spoke in a soft tone and glanced at you with a smile.

You blushed a little and nodded, “I’m just glad you like it. So, what shall we do now?”

She turned her gaze back to the window then spoke, “Tell me, Chief. Who helped you book this? The Countess? Or Quinn? Perhaps the Francs or.... even the 9th Agency, I suppose? I know the MBCC doesn’t have budget for this~”

You were caught off guard by her question, “How does that matter?”

“Well, I assume you’d have to pay back that person for such a favor, right? I can imagine what kind of compensation they’d ask for~”

“....And? I still don’t understand how it matters. What are you trying to say, Chameleon?”

She pursed her lips with her brows furrowed, a surprisingly irritated expression formed on her face. Her silence along with such an expression was daunting and made you quite worried. You then moved to stand behind her and swiftly wrapped your arms around her waist, embracing her from the back. She was slightly surprised when she felt you lean in and place your head on her shoulder, burying your face in the space. You breathed against her skin, taking a whiff of her fragrance before placing small kisses along her shoulder.

Chameleon shuddered at the sudden action, her body instinctively melting into you. You parted her silky hair to the side to expose more of her skin, your lips traveling to every inch you could find and mark as your own. She sighed and placed one hand on the window in front to stabilize herself, while the other looped over to press the back of your head and push you closer, deeper. You stepped forward and tightened your hold, her body folding as you pulled her closer.

“Hmm.... C-Chief....~”

“There’s something you are not telling me since morning. What happened, Chameleon? I thought we were supposed to be honest with each other.”

She moaned when you whispered against her skin, dragging your lips across. A low chuckle came from her mouth, her eyes looking at the reflection of you in the glass in front.

“You can’t be so oblivious, Chief. Why don’t you read my mind to know? You have my permission for it~”

“No, I won’t. You know that’s not right and I want to hear you say it. Tell me what I did wrong. You know very well how important it is to communicate, don’t you?”

Your hand slid down to move under her dress, caressing along her inner thighs. She breathily chuckled, “T-There’s nothing to say, Chief.... mhm....~”

“Do you want me to make you say it?”

She bit her lower lip and slowly turned her head to the side, eyeing you with a smirk.

“Do your worst, Chief~”

You smirked in return then pinned her against the window and pressed your lips to hers, engaging in a rough and passionate kiss. She moaned as you pulled her closer by the waist, bending her against the window and pressing her hips to yours while your hand slipped deeper. She subconsciously started grinding her hips against you, feeling your hand caress her clothed core as you continued kissing. Your tongues rolled messily, exchanging moans and breaths. You attempted to come even closer, almost squeezing her against the glass.

She released the kiss with a sigh, tilting her head back to rest it on your shoulder as your hands groped her body. You went back to kissing her neck and shoulders, your other hand that was wrapped around her waist also slid up to grasp her breast and knead it. Chameleon pleasantly moaned at the sensations, gazing at the reflection of you both in the glass and the view of the gorgeous DisCity. Then her sight was overtaken by your face as you suddenly turned her over, wasting no time to kiss down her chest.

“Mmm.... t-that’s not going to make me reveal my thoughts, Chief.... You’ll have to do b-better than this~”

“So you admit you are hiding something, that’s a start~”

She chuckled to herself at your conclusion, wrapping her arms around your neck and looping one leg over your waist. She grasped the back of your head with her fingers and pulled your face up to dive in for a kiss, passionately making out with you. Your hands gradually slid down the straps of her dress, exposing more of her soft skin but you suddenly noticed something different- her bra.

Oh, this sly woman.

Chameleon smirked at your motionless state upon discovering her bra then wasted no time and effort to turn the tables. She tugged your hair strands and pulled your head back then pushed you backwards by your shoulders, walking forward with you. You hit the bedside and she pushed you to sit down then quickly moved to straddle your lap. The sudden change in positions wasn’t unexpected with a woman like her, but she knew how to exploit your weakness.

“You want me to be honest, Chief?~”

She moved her spectacles down, biting one of the temple edges with her lips and seductively gazing at you while brushing her hair behind her ear.

“Do you know how difficult it is to get your exclusive attention on a day like today?~”

Her words confused you for a moment and you pondered what she seemed to be referring to.

“But I did give you all my attention today, did I not?”

She smiled briefly then took off her dress, letting your eyes feast on her exquisite body. You finally saw the bra she had picked earlier-  the crimson lace set. You had a strong feeling she’d choose this given your reaction to it, but seeing her wear it in this position was a completely different feeling.

“So, you chose this one, after all.... Looks great on you.” You complimented with hooded eyes, your fingers itching to touch her.

“I imagine you have seen plenty of beautiful women this way, and in better lingerie than this. No need to flatter me anymore, Chief~”

You squinted your eyes at her comment, slowing sitting up to get close to her face.

“Why do you keep saying things like this? Did some- mmph!~”

Your words were blocked as she suddenly kissed you roughly, not giving you a chance to speak.

“Hah.... Wait, Chameleon-!”

You panted and tried to speak but were in vain as she pressed her lips to yours deeply, occupying all your senses. You were then roughly pushed down as well, your body laying flat upon the bed with Chameleon keeping you down with her weight, effortlessly ceasing all your movements. She cupped your face and tilted it as she moved her lips, kissing you passionately. Your hands slowly caressed her body this way, feeling up her soft skin and curves. Her tongue was soon to enter your mouth, rolling along with yours in a heated manner. You could feel her ample breasts squeezing yours, the urge to free them becoming more apparent in you.

However, you couldn’t forget the way she had been acting just now. It wasn’t unusual for her to tease you by bringing up your affairs with other Sinners, but it was unusual for her to mention it so much on the same day and in such strange ways. You couldn’t help but wonder if she was jealous, but you didn’t understand why she’d be jealous because you tried your best to make her feel special on her birthday. Perhaps there was something else entirely that you didn’t grasp yet. Reading her mind would indeed make it easier, but doing that was simply out of the question.

She finally released the kiss, pulling back with a soft moan and heavily panting while gazing at you. Her red lipstick was smudged and her silky hair splayed over your face, giving you a marvellous sight to look at. She smirked as she slowly sat up and you expected her to say something but she instead crawled forward until her body was atop your face, legs resting on either of your head and her core placed right above your mouth.

“Chameleon, wait, we shou— mmh~”

Once again, your attempt to make conversation was blocked as she dropped her hips down and pressed her clothed core to your lips. Truthfully, it was becoming slightly annoying now, but you had learned to be patient enough with her and there was no way you were going to lose so easily. You decided the best course of action was to go along with her desires for now, to eventually make her give in.

You grasped her thighs and pulled her closer, earning a startled moan from her when she felt your nose hit her clit. You wasted no time to pull apart her panties and drag your tongue across her folds, immediately making her arch up with a sigh. You couldn’t deny you craved to see her in this state, her pleasured form and melodic voice was addicting. Your tongue lapped up her outer folds first, using your fingers to pull them apart until you were ready to prod inside. Her body fell forward from your ministrations, thighs enclosing around your head as soon as you pushed your tongue inside her. She was relatively quieter than usual, only letting out low sighs at your actions, but you were determined to make her lose her mind.

A breathy chuckle left her lips when you suddenly jolted up your head, making your tongue enter her and be enclosed by her warm and mushy walls. Her hands went to grasp your hair, fingers tightly interlacing in the strands as you made your way to eat her out. Your thumb caressed her clit simultaneously, your tongue scissoring inside her and prodding all her sensitive spots as best as you could. Her hips soon started rutting on your tongue, trying to make you touch where she wanted.

“O-Oh, Chief.... you are always so good at this.... mmh.... you must get lot of p-practice, don’t you- hehe~!”

Again, she brought up the same point. You couldn’t understand why she kept mentioning this today. Feeling more annoyed at her accusation, you forcefully raised her thighs slightly before plunging your tongue even deeper inside her and adding more stimulation to her clit. Chameleon arched with a surprised gasp, now sitting up to gaze down at you, her fingers tightening in your hair and a sultry smirk drawing upon her face.

“F-Feisty today, Chief? Oh, I won’t deny I love when you do this- aahn! M-More!~”

Her hips rutted faster to match your movements, your tongue moving in sync with her. Sweet juices flowed down her folds and drenched your lips, sounds of slurping resounding in your ear as you diligently lapped up every drop. She threw her head back when she grinded deeper and faster, pulling back her own hair and biting her lower lip as she gazed into your eyes, also playing with her own breasts now. The sight of you below her and doing what she wanted always enticed her, she wished she could have you this way forever.

“Mmmh.... I-I’m close, Chief.... come on.... yes.... just t-there- Oh, that feels wonderful!~”

With another arch of her body, she pushed herself on your tongue the deepest and made you prod her most sensitive spot. A loud moan echoed in the room as the knot in her stomach snapped, a gushing sweet release flowing upon your mouth. Chameleon heaved and rutted her hips one last time, slowly coming down from her release while you drank it all up. She smiled gazing at you, gently caressing your hair watching you clean her. However, what you did next is something she didn’t anticipate.

A surprised grunt left her mouth as you suddenly turned over while holding her thighs, making her lie on her back as you came on top of her. You held out her legs and crawled in between, pinning her down by keeping your hands on either side of her body. She looked at you with wide eyes for a moment, clearly very shocked by the change in position. But the shock was short-lived as she donned her signature smirk once again, her eyes glinting with mischief and she opened her arms to embrace you.

“Oh, I quite like it when you become assertive, Chief. But do you really think you can outplay me, my toy?~”

She was still in a teasing mood, ignoring to bring up the topic that was bugging you all this time. You frowned at her then discarded your clothes, taking off your pullover first followed by undoing your pants. Chameleon licked her lips as she watched your body come in view, eyeing you seductively once you sat in front in just your undergarments. You then slipped off her drenched panties, gazing at her throbbing folds that were still inviting you in.

“Can we talk first?” you stated while rubbing your palm across her core.

She shivered for a moment then wrapped her arms around your neck to pull you down into a passionate kiss. But you knew what she planned to do, she was going to avoid it again. You were prepared to not fall for her schemes again. Yet, Chameleon had new tricks up her sleeve every time. If she knew you were not going to fall for the same trick again, she would use another- and that’s exactly what she did now. Knowing she was trying to shut you up with the kiss, you began pushing a finger inside her; but just at that moment, she wrapped her legs around your waist and arms around your body then swiftly flipped over, pinning you down once again.

“Mmph— what the?!” you groaned feeling your body turn and her weight upon you.

She chuckled at your startled state, now sitting up on your lap and gazing down at you with the same mischievous look.

“Hmm, what do you want to talk about, Chief?~”

She feigned innocence, fluttering her lashes. Tossing and turning in bed like this was pointless and you couldn’t help but feel the spark die, not feeling aroused if she was going to keep deceiving you.

“....What’s the point of this, Chameleon?” you said with a sigh, “What do you truly want? You were quiet the whole time after the photoshoot and now keep mentioning my relations and experiences with other women.... I just want to know what is bothering you. You said you wanted to be honest and let down our guard, here I am completely bare for you yet you aren’t doing the same.”

Her smirk quickly faded into a frown, her gaze falling down and staring into nothingness. She remained silent once again, unsure of what to say. You sat up in your place and slowly cupped her face, gently brushing her hair behind her ear and trying to look into her eyes.

“It’s late at night, treat this as our usual night talk. You tell me everything truthfully in those, can you do the same right now?”

She remained motionless then simply gave a nod in agreement, a smile drawing upon your lips seeing you were getting somewhere now.

“Was there something lacking in the date plan?”

“....No.”

“Then, did you not like something? Or were you expecting something different?”

“No....”

“Then.... was I not a good company? I know I’m plain and boring bu-“

“No, it’s nothing like that. None of that, Chief....”

You were drawing to a blank wall once again, feeling just as confused as before.

“It’s just.... I felt envious at first.”

“Envious? Of what? Or whom?”

She pursed her lips in annoyance, trying her best to suppress the deep emotions surging in her.

“Everyone.... everything....” she mumbled, drawing out her hands to seize your collar, “....I saw you with Ms Franc and Ms Bleu in the morning, exchanging chocolates and affection. A familiar feeling rose in me, some kind of wrath.... but I suppressed it as I have been taught and returned to my room plagued with those emotions until you came to wish me.”

Your eyes widened at her words, having no idea something like this happened.

“I.... I’m sorry, I didn’t....” you weren’t sure how to respond.

Chameleon loosened the grip in your collar with a chuckle, “You don’t have to be sorry about anything, Chief. I’m well aware of your relations with everyone. I didn’t plan to ask for this date from the start, and I was rather surprised that you agreed. But today was nothing short of perfect, I felt fulfilled till the last moment.”

“Then, what happened after the photoshoot? You have been acting strange since then.”

She contemplated her words for a moment, looking away into empty space.

“Tell me, Chief, I have been changing, haven’t I? You have noticed, right? The treatment you prescribed, I have been so obedient with it- I’m learning to control my manic behaviours, am I not? I have even stopped toying with you like before, have I not, Chief?!” she suddenly rambled on, her fingers gripping your collar tightly once again.

“Yes, you have! You have made remarkable recovery, Chameleon! You—“

“Then why....! Why am I now plagued with these new thoughts and emotions?! Like about marriage, which is something I never thought about since that day!? Even when I received proposals from clients, I declined without a second thought by stating professional reasons. I.... I have never given it any thought despite being aware I’m of the perfect age....! I know I cannot have it! I’m a criminal, I have done terrible things! But I’m picturing these things I didn’t even know I could.... and you are the one beside me in all of them! Yet, I know I cannot have it, I know it’s impossible with you....”

You were speechless now, truly having no words to say. You knew why she thought it was impossible with you, even if you didn’t agree with her other reasoning. It wasn’t just with her; it was impossible for you with every Sinner you had such relations with. In the back of your mind, you have hoped that once they get released, they’ll forget about you and live their lives freely. Though, you could understand why that’d be difficult for some.

“I....” you trailed off and became silent again, it was difficult to offer any comfort here when the harsh truth was undeniable.

Utter silence engulfed you both, you could feel Chameleon’s hands trembling as she continued gripping your collar and looked up to see a troubled expression on her face. Not only that, her shackles felt unstable at this moment, indicating her chaotic state of mind. At that moment, you decided to firm yourself and help your Sinner. Not only was it your job and duty, you simply couldn’t bare to see her this way. You slowly extended your hand towards her face and cupped it, making her look you in the eyes.

“I’m sorry for making you feel this way, Chameleon. What you have said is true but I want you to know there is nothing wrong with you. You have made great improvement in these 2 years, you really have. Have you noticed you haven’t called yourself a psychopath who thrives on schadenfreude in a while? I can’t even remember the last time you said that, in fact. And feeling this way and having those thoughts isn’t wrong either, you are a human being in the end who suffered a lot and lost her innocence early on.... I’m glad to hear you can have such imagination now, because it tells me you truly have gotten better and I’m proud of you for that.”

A smile slowly drew on her lips hearing you, her fingers releasing your collar and instead wrapping around your neck to lean in and place your foreheads together.

“What I’m going to say will sound harsh but I don’t want to deceive you. You already know the truth about us, about me.... When the day comes that you are fully recovered and can be released, I hope you can live your life normally and find your soulmate. I will always be here to support you, even if just as a friend. I know you will do well and be happy, you are an amazing woman and whoever you choose will be very lucky to have you. Until that day comes, I— mph?!~”

Your words were blocked as she suddenly pressed her lips to yours, essentially shutting you up with a quick kiss.

“Don’t say anything more, Chief.... I know what you mean, but I don’t want to hear it right now. I don’t want to think about that right now; because at this moment, I want you, Chief. Only you. I don’t care what the future holds, but I know what I want right now.”

She applied some force on your shoulders and wasted no time to pin you down once again, immediately placing her lips on yours in a passionate kiss. She then moved to kiss all over your face then down to plant kisses on your jaw and neck, biting down on some spots and leaving marks. Her hands looped around her body to unhook her bra and throw it away, pressing her ample breasts on your body while being busy marking your skin. You slowly wrapped your arms to embrace her then swiftly turned over to place her on the bed, coming on top like before.

She giggled at your action, pulling your head down to kiss you deeply. There were more things you wanted to say, but you figured it was best to drop the conversation. After all, it was still her birthday and you had to give her her final gift. You could tell she was feeling better now, her shackles had calmed down and her demeanour had changed. Chameleon wrapped her legs around your waist and you could feel her grind against you, rubbing her folds against your abdomen. It was rare of her to become desperate this way, and she’d often be the one to make you desperate instead.

“Haah... Chief.... give me more, would you? You have yet to impress me in one last thing~”

You smiled in response and moved your hand down to caress her folds, rubbing your fingers up and down and in circular motions to arouse her. She shivered with a pleasant sigh, her hips rutting up to seek more friction.

“Do it with me, Chief.... I want us to do it together.”

Her request caught you off-guard since you were planning to pleasure her only. You nodded with a blush and took off your underwear then crossed your legs with hers, assuming a scissor formation having her right leg under your left and left on top by holding it close to your chest. She patiently waited as you prepared yourself, though she was growing impatient and ready to flip you over to do it herself. You licked your fingers and rubbed them across your own folds to lubricate them then steadily came forward to press your cores together.

“Aaahn.... C-Chief~” she moaned at the contact, your folds gliding over each other’s delightfully.

Your clit slowly bumped with hers as you moved, starting to gain friction and set a rhythmic pace. Squelching sounds soon echoed in the room, your juices mixing together as you grinded faster. Chameleon’s body rocked beneath you, her ample breasts jiggling with your rutting, silky hair splayed out and her face slowly drowning in pleasure- the sight was simply magnificent, arousing you more and making you move harder.

“Aah... aah.... Yes, Chief... more.... you know where I like it most.... haah.... j-just there~”

Her body arched as she attempted to move her hips with yours, looping her left leg around to steady herself and grind together. Delicate moans and sighs exchanged between you both, your eyes fixated on each other, sweat dripping down your bodies and slick coating your folds. She then extended her arms and pulled you down to hold you, making you push deeper onto her as you moaned together at the delicious friction. She tightly clenched your back as you kept rubbing, nails clawing down your skin, angelic moans resounding in your ear.

“Oh, Chief.... j-just like that.... oh yes.... aaah....!~”

You buried your face in her neck and rubbed as fast and hard as you could, pumping your hips back n forth at a set pace. Just when you felt you had it under control, she once again surprised you by turning and flipping your positions. A devious smirk crawled up her face once she was on top and had the reins, you knew what this meant and tried to prepare yourself. Skin rubbed on skin, your clits rubbing and putting pressure on the bundle of nerves while you gasped from her fast pace. You knew Chameleon was craving for this, yet her way of doing it was wildly different and always got you breathless.

However, you didn’t want to make her do all the work when it was supposed to be her birthday gift. You sat up with a grunt and pushed from your side, grinding over her and making her smirk as she took it as a challenge. She gestured you to come closer and you did by sitting up more. Her next action surprised you— in a pleasant way— as she twisted her body to turn over and be on her hands and knees. Her front leaned down to rest on the bed with her hips connected to yours and she continued rubbing the same way, somehow still controlling the pace and pressure perfectly.

You bit your lip gazing at her body- the way her back arched and hips rippled every time she thrusted into you. Your hands soon grabbed the mounds of flesh, squeezing her plentiful butt and pulling her into you. She gasped in surprise feeling you take control of her body with the way you moved her in accordance to your own motions. Both of you soon approached your release, mindlessly grinding each other to chase the sweet relief.

“I-I’m close, Chief.... yes.... just a little more.... right there.... aaah.... will you do it with me....?~”

“Mmh... y-yeah... I’m close too.... fuck...!~”

She chuckled at your foul language, finding it adorable whenever you’d break your composure. She then turned over once again to face you and sat up to come closer, completely pressing her body to yours with her arms and legs wrapping around you. You couldn’t comprehend anything now, just focusing on grinding into her as you held her close and soon connected your lips too. You moaned into the kiss together, finally approaching your release as she fastened her rubbing then ceased altogether.

An explosive release overtook you, her head falling on your shoulder and hands clenching you tightly while you embraced her and thrusted your hips up to feel the last bit of friction. Your essence mixed together, drenching your folds and even dripping down on the mattress. You fell back on the bed while holding her, panting together as you came down from your high. She held you tight and lightly kissed your chest then laid her head on your shoulder, simply holding you peacefully. Of course, this wasn’t enough for Chameleon, and you were soon back into it to satisfy her until she wanted.

It was later at night when you were lying side by side under the blanket, your naked bodies pressed closely as she rested her head on your arm and snuggled into your shoulder with one arm draped over your torso. She smiled recalling all the memories you shared today, an overwhelming amount of happiness bubbling inside her. Yet, her recollection was spoiled when she recalled the words you spoke about letting her ago once she’d be cured.

Did you really want that? She knew she didn’t want it, but she couldn’t figure out your true thoughts.

It was rare for her to not know the true feelings of someone, but she had promised to not use her abilities this way and she wasn’t going to break her streak now. In some ways, the mystery was exciting and also gave her a sense of relief, but in other ways it also tormented her and made her uncertain. However, she decided to discard all these thoughts and focus on the happy moments of today. She sat up slightly and cupped your face, gazing into your eyes with a smile.

“....Thank you for today, Chief. I will always remember this perfect birthday~”

She pecked your lips then laid back down and snuggled into you, holding you close to herself and drifting to sleep. You were surprised hearing her gratitude, but you were glad she enjoyed and you could give her a memorable birthday.

[a-certain-romance]

Annoyed

Synopsis: Making their in-game ‘Annoyed’ voicelines all about you (smut no angst)

Characters/Ships: fem!reader x Rahu, Zoya, Chameleon, Bai Yi, Du Ruo, Angell, Eirene, and Shalom (Separate)

Warnings: dom/sub dynamics, oral (Shalom & Rahu), Rahu has a cock, spanking (Zoya), fingering (Chameleon, Bai Yi, Angell), slight mommy kink (Du Ruo), strap on (Du Ruo), face sitting (Eirene), inexperience (Shalom & Angell), loss of virginity (Shalom & Angell), reader sometimes referred to as Chief

A/N: Format is a bit different bc so many characters. It seems the smut gods possessed me I finished this in just a few hrs. Will probably make a pt 2 using ‘special attention’ voicelines as well for other charas.

“You’re the chief of the MBCC, yet you’re doing such things…have you no shame?” She grunts out, trying to maintain her composure despite the way your hand is currently pumping her leaking cock. “Do you want me to stop, Rahu?” You ask from between her legs. She eyes you warily. “Someone will walk in and see us.” “The door is locked.” “Seems like you have an answer for everything,” she scoffs. Rahu’s hands grasp the chair’s arms in an attempt to stay clear headed. It doesn’t it work. She huffs, ripping the mask off her face and grips it tightly in her hand. “Make it quick…” she growls, head tilting back in pleasure. “Will do~” you smirk triumphantly before pressing an open-mouthed kiss to her tip.

You and Zoya were in the middle of a meeting with other higher ups in the Leigon. She always radiates power and confidence wherever she goes. You thought you were used to it by now. But seeing her give out orders in such an authoritative tone made you weak in the knees. When she sat back down in her chair, your hand made a journey from her knee, to her thigh, and now rests dangerously close to an area that will surly get you in trouble later. “Are you…provoking me?” She grits out at a volume only you could hear. You smile, “I’m being discreet.” “Discreet my ass.” Zoya grips your hand from underneath the table to stop it from moving further. “You want me that bad? You’re such a needy fucking brat. Just wait until this meeting is over.” When the meeting comes to a close, Zoya locks the conference room doors. “I thought I trained you better than this,” she sighs in disappointment. She pulls out a chair and manhandles your body over her lap. “You’re going to count every slap I give you and if you lose count, we’re starting over.” She lands a harsh swat to your exposed rear. “One…”

Chameleon is an alluring woman, and her seductive tactics only render you to be more compelled by her every word. She leans forward from where she was seated and traps you in your chair, her hands planted on either side of the seat you’re in. “I know what you're thinking about... no subconscious impulses go unnoticed before my eyes.” She brushes a few strands of your hair behind your ear. “So tell me Chief,” she murmurs, “do you want me to take control?” Her question hangs in the air for only a second before you allow it with a breathy “yes”. She smiles dangerously, a glint in her eyes that every sinner gets when they know they’ve won. “Perfect,” she whispers, trailing kisses down and around your neck, leaving bright red marks before moving on to the next. Her hand slides underneath your pants, glides under your panties, and only stops when her fingers meet those slick waiting lips she’s been vying for. “Just let it happen.”

Bai Yi tends to be the ‘top’ in your relationship. She can’t help but want to overstimulate you with orgasm after orgasm, drinking in the sound of your moans and your sweetness on her tongue. “Oh? How unusual. Are you taking the lead today? In that case, let’s have some fun…” Bai Yi grins as you lean over her. “But are you sure? You just look so damn good in this outfit, I really want to ravage you.” She whines playfully. It doesn’t take long for you to turn her into a crying, moaning mess. “O-okay no more edging, please let me cum!” She begs. “I’ve been so good for you, haven’t I? Why won’t you let me—” “Where are your manners?” You scold, stilling your curled fingers right before they hit her g-spot. “Ask me nicely and maybe, maybe, I’ll give you the release you so desperately crave.” Bai Yi curses, biting her lip as she sobs in pure ecstasy. “I’ve been such a good girl, chief. I deserve to cum after all that edging and torment.” She pouts, awaiting your decision. “You make a good case,” you sigh, leaning near her ear, “but I think you can take a little more.”

Du Ruo was reading through one of her many mythological books as she laid in bed. She was deeply enthralled by the information she was learning, but her focus broke when a pair of arms wrapped around her waist. “Stop messing around…” she giggled melodically over your wandering hands. Your arms moved up to wrap around her neck, your head resting on her plush chest. “Aw, is my baby needy for attention?” She coos, “Want me to take care of you?” You nod, and she closes the book with care before setting in on the nightstand. From the drawer below, she pulls out the contents needed for her to wear a rather large strap on. “Are you comfortable?” She asks sweetly. Du Ruo places her hands on your bare hips, letting the tip gather your wetness before she dares to push in. “Good, now hold still for mommy~”

“You seem anxious. Do you want me to do something?” Intimacy was almost foreign to Angell. It took a while for the two of you to form a relationship, but it was worth all the effort and more. Angell wanted to try her best—the best is what you deserve really. But there was one thing she wasn’t so keen at. “Something as in…?” “Let me pleasure you.” She asserts, and the rare sight of a blush dusts her cheeks a light pink. She crawls onto the bed towards you and her body towers over your frame. “I want to learn how you make you feel good. Teach me.” And so you show her. Angell takes off your clothes with great anticipation. Her eyes rake over your body and you swear you’ve never seen her desire you more in any other moment. “I’ll talk you through it,” you say softly before guiding her hand down to your core. “Once your fingers go in, do whatever feels right to you. Stroke, scissor or curl your fingers or—oh my god—“ you moan abruptly at her ministrations. “Yes, like that, Angell that feels so good.” She continues to pleasure you, her eyes zeroed in on how her fingers disappear into your wet heat. When you climax, she tentatively brings her slick fingers to her lips and sucks. Angell’s eyes widen and in a flash her fingers enter you once more, her mouth moving lower to get a better taste of you. It seems like it’s going to be a long night.

“If there is something you desire, just tell me honestly. You and I, we don't need to play this game.” She cocks an eyebrow, waiting for your next move. Eirene is analytical. Eirene is patient. Except when it comes to you, and how good your tongue feels inside her after a long stressful day. Eirene weakly grinds her cunt against your mouth as she sits on your face. Your tongue laps at her greedily and she can’t help the sinful moans that escape. Her hand moves to cover her mouth in an attempt to conceal them, but a harsh slap to her thigh convinces her to grip the headboard and be louder instead. “Chief!” She cries out, spreading her legs wider so you have more to work with. “I’ll never get enough of you. Please, don’t hold back.” Eirene lets out a gasp when she reaches her climax. When you try to move her off, she holds up your head to meet her eyes. “Again.”

“Okay, okay, okay... This is a "virgin" territory for you, huh? Now, give me your hand. I'll teach you how to do it properly.” You didn’t expect today of all days to be the one where Shalom takes your virginity, but you weren’t complaining. “I’m going to put your legs over my shoulders now, just let them rest there while I pleasure you.” You nod and try to calm yourself, but you can’t help the nerves that rise to the surface. “Chief,” she nips the inside of your thigh playfully, “I won’t hurt you. We can stop whenever you’d like.” You put your trust in her hands and give her the green light. She delves in, and although this is all new, it feels so damn good. You let her awaken every new sound you never knew you could make. It’s almost too much. You grasp for the bedsheets, or maybe that was a blanket? Your hand settles on her head and you can’t help but push her in further. Your legs shake involuntarily and the pressure in your lower region starts to build up. You call out Shalom’s name as you experience your first orgasm. “Relax, I’ve got you.” She says, moving any hair away from your sweaty forehead. In your afterglow, you shift around to curl up against her. “So, how do you feel now that you’ve experienced your first?” She asks. “…Can we do that again?”

[capitanooos]

the voice of an angel // dmitri kravinoff x reader

-`♡´- pairing : dmitri kravinoff x reader

-`♡´- summary : when dmitri sees reader up on stage of a local restaurant, its love at first sight. he’s captivated by her and invites her to sing at his club…

-`♡´- warnings : alcohol consumption. nsfw. p in v, oral (male receiving), slight overstim, slight age gab, petnames, idk what else lmk if i should add something

-`♡´- notes : this actually sucks. i hate it more day after day. sorry this took so long. kind of got overwhelmed w projects, one part and uhh the last bit was written in kind of a rush so its not really proofread. also havent written filth like this in a while. DMITRI MY BABY UGGHHH I LOVE HIM SO MUCH

-`♡´- word count : 5400

songs mentioned: heavy, no one noticed, over the moon

dont translate, modify or repost my work. you do not have permission. not my gif

As the lights shone on the stage and the music slowly started one last time, the audience cheered. Up on the stage stood a young woman, no older than twenty as she shyly approached the microphone again. It wouldn’t matter how often she stood on this, or any stage really, it would always be a little intimidating. Having all the people listen, some look at her as she sung.

Eventually, once she’d get lost in her element, she’d loosen up. Her voice ringing through the room quietly as the guests of the local pub or restaurant had their drinks or dinner.

Today she stood on the stage at the fine-dining restaurant that belonged to one of her fathers best friends. It was a busy Friday night and the place was stacked, filled with low conversation as couples had dinners, businessmen held meetings, and families celebrated birthdays.

The Ledbury had a high reputation here in London, and with the Christmas days coming up, the place was decorated to cozy up for the holidays.

The lyrics slowly came from her mouth as she held her hands on top of the microphone, eyes scanning the crowd and smiling brightly.

“It’s not right, ‘cause I’m so over being lonely.”

She noticed her fathers best friend at the bar and nodded at him. Her eyes once more looking over the guests that all had their conversations going on, or at least busing themselves with something.

“Make you mine, I need a virtual connection, take our time, be my video obsession.”

That’s when she locked eyes with a young gentleman. He was sitting in one of the booths with two other men but he paid no mind to them as he stared at her with big eyes, lips slightly parted as he tilted his head in adoration.

“Come on, don’t leave me, it can’t be that easy, babe. If you believe me, I guess I’ll get on a plane.”

His blonde hair seemed to glow a bit orange under the lights as he shifted his body to face her more. He let his gaze fall over her form, from the jewelry around her neck, to her dark blue velvet dress that fit her like a glove, to the bell sleeves that fell back on her arms as she shyly held on to the microphone, never breaking eye contact as she continued to sing.

“Fly to your city, excited to see your face. Hold me, console me, and then I’ll leave without a trace.”

The lyrics repeated themselves and she finally broke eye contact after offering him a shy smile, which he returned after she looked away. His brother shoved his shoulder in a playful manner, pulling his attention away from the singing girl and back to the important business meeting at hand.

Disappointment was evident all over Dmitri’s face when he looked back to see you gone. He had never heard a voice so angelic before, and that was a lot coming from someone who could mimic anyone. From your soft voice, to your sweet smile to the shy look in your eyes as you had held his gaze. His brother, Sergei, seemed to almost smell his disappointment as he sat back down after seeing their new business partner off.

“She’s at the bar.” That was all Dmitri needed to jump up from his seat and move towards said bar.

[Name] sat at the bar, taking small sips of her drink as she looked out the window. Snow was falling slowly on the already white streets of London. Louis, her fathers friend, had just handed her the envelope with her money and the tips customers had left her. It would always be insane to her how people left her tips, left her anything at all, just because they loved her singing so much. She was honoured and always made sure to thank the people would she see them again, most she did, seeing they were regulars.

She looked over to where that gentleman had sat before, seeing him nowhere in sight as she took another sip of her drink. The sweetness of it had her close her eyes as she savoured the drink.

“Excuse me, miss.” A voice besides her spoke up as she opened her eyes, smiling when she saw the handsome man before her. “Hi, I’m Dmitri Kravinoff.” he returned her smile as he held out his hand.

“[Name]. What can I help you with, mister Kravinoff?” he took her hand and to her surprise he didn’t shake it, no, he brought it up to his mouth and gently kissed her knuckles.

Dmitri his mind went a hundred miles an hour as he heard her say his name, smiling at him politely as she set down her drink on the bar. She was an angel sent down from heaven, he swore.

“I had a question, if you have the time.” he smiled as he shook his head, trying to get back to reality. She was even more beautiful up close, her voice even purer without the microphone.

He swore he could feel his knees get weak when he heard her giggle, such a beautiful and honest sound. Never before had he felt this feeling that he was feeling right now. It spread all across his body, from the tips of his ears to the tip of his dick as he felt his pants tighten.

“You have my full attention, mister Kravinoff.” she smiled at him, turning her body to face him as he smiled a toothy smile.

“You have an amazing voice, unlike anything I have ever heard before. I, um, I run a club, and I was wondering if you’d like to perform. I’d- the people would love you. Of course you’d be well compensated.” he was rambling as he looked her in the eye, hoping she’d accept his offer.

She tilted her head with a small frown before it turned into a smile, as if to think about it. Dmitri was staring at her with no shame as he watched her every move, never had he thought love at first sight was a real thing, until he laid eyes on this woman, [Name].

“Alright, what price are we talking?” she said, grinning at him as she caught him staring. She watched him stumble over his words as an assortment of random words fell out of his mouth. “I’m kidding, mister Kravinoff, for someone like you I’d do it for free.”

Dmitri stared at her with his eyes wide and mouth agape before the corners of his lips twisted upwards. He smiled so brightly his cheeks hurt as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a business card. She took it from him and quickly took in the words.

Chameleon and the Hunter.

She swallowed. That was the most well known, most difficult to get into club in possibly all of Europe. She didn’t know the boss was such a young man.

He watched her reaction as she read the card. He watched her bite her lip as she swallowed before looking back up to meet his eyes and smiling.

“It would be an honor to perform at your club, mister Kravinoff.”

He grabbed her free hand again, bringing it up to his mouth and kissing it again. A sign of respect, a thank you, a promise.

She’d call him tomorrow, she said and he nodded before bidding her farewell and returning to the table he was at before, this time with a slight jump in his step as his brother grinned at him, having seen the entire interaction.

It was two weeks later when the day finally rolled around. [Name] entered the club and was immediately met with the man she saw at the table with Dmitri two weeks prior.

“Sergei Kravinoff.” he introduced himself as he shook her hand. He was one unit of a man and he towered over her as she nodded and followed him to the stage. She’d have given Dmitri a list of songs a week prior once they had set a date. “The stage is yours whenever you’re ready.” Sergei said as the pianist came up to her with a smile. She quickly discussed what to start with, having a small conversation as she took off her coat before rushing to the restroom to make sure she appeared well and not like she just came out of the snowstorm outside.

Thankfully it wasn't too bad and before she knew it she was up on the stage of the club. It was busy and her eyes scanned the crowd, looking for the handsome face she couldn’t wait to see again. It was filled with rich looking people, sipping their drinks and wearing clothes that cost more than her rent.

“I’m heavy. I’m by your side. Forget me. ‘Cause I know what I need. Like a loser like me could be fine.”

As she started singing, she noticed a few people turn their heads, smiling as her voice reached their ears.

“Is someone telling me don’t get in the water? What have I done? I don’t wanna get lost inside the color under my tongue.”

Her gaze continued to sweep over the many faces, some looking back at her, some swaying their heads to the beat of the music, some completely endorsed in conversation, too busy to hear her sing. Still no sign of Dmitri. Maybe he wasn’t even here, but she wasn’t about to let his absence ruin this magnificent chance at performing at this establishment.

“Cause I don’t wanna be in love with another, even in another life.”

As she continued to sing, she captured the eyes and ears of more and more people. Receiving the occasional cheer as she finished song after song. It had been nearly an hour since she got up on stage, and once a gentleman put up his hat in front of the stage and tossing money in it, it didn’t stop. Men and women threw in more and more bills and coins worth more than she would make in a week. She smiled brightly everytime someone new came up to the stage, she felt like she was dreaming.

Eventually she stopped, taking a break and resting her voice as the pianist took over again. He smiled at her as she made her way down the bar.

The bartender offered her a smile to match her own as he complimented her singing before taking her order.

“My brother sure has an eye for talent, you are magnificent.” Sergei Kravinoff stood beside her as she quietly sipped at her drink, feeling the welcome cold drink drip down her throat.

“Thank you, mister Kravinoff. It is truly an honor and a dream come true to perform on your stage.” [Name] stated as she cracked her neck to look at the older man. She’d have to guess him in his late twenties, incredibly handsome, immensely tall too. “Speaking of your brother, I haven’t seen him tonight.”

Sergei laughed softly as he dipped his head. “Ah, Dima had some business to take care of, had him on the phone a minute ago so he should be here in about ten minutes or so. He has been looking forward to seeing you up on that stage.”

“I’ll be your baby. There’s nothing better I’d rather do.”

Those were the first Dmitri heard when he entered his club. His eyes darted to the stage where you stood, eyes closed as you sang, hips slowly swaying with the music as you were concentrating on the words coming out of your mouth.

The dark red dress that adored your figure made you look beautiful as the warm lights shone down on you.

“This momentary ride, this fire by my side. Are you gonna be here with me? You know that I’ll be your baby.”

Dmitri ignored the stare of his brother as he moved to take a seat at the bar, never taking his eyes off you. He noticed the hat that sat in front of the stage, nearly spilling over with cash and he smiled. Well deserved, he thought.

“There’s nothing better I’d rather do. I’m lost completely.”

Your eyes opened and he watched as you searched the crowds eagerly. It took you a second but when your beautiful eyes met his own, a smile brighter than any he’d seen on you before spread over your face.

“I might as well be over the moon.”

A smile danced on his own features as you once again held his gaze like that one night. Seeing you here, in his club, smiling brightly and having the crowd, including himself, wrapped around your finger, Dmitri couldn’t help but fall in love with you more.

He knew his brother would call him silly, he barely knew you, if he knew anything about you at all besides your name that was. But gods, you looked like an angel, so beautiful and so at home on that stage. It made Dmitri lose his mind a little. A woman so beautiful, so talented, who’d accepted his offer without hesitation and question, before even knowing exactly who he was.

“For someone like you, I’d do it for free.” Those words had followed him for the last two weeks, along with the way his name fell off your lips. Someone like him, whatever you had meant with that.

Not for a second did he take his gaze off you. He remained fixated on you, a look in his eyes that even his brother had never seen before. You really had him wrapped around your finger, and he loved it. Dmitri couldn’t get enough of you, and when you finished your final song of the night, he stood up and clapped loudly, the crowd following suit as you smiled brightly, bowing a little before making your way down the stage.

Dmitri was in front of you before you realized, taking your hand and kissing your knuckles as he looked you in the eyes.

“Thank you, mister Kravinoff.” you said as you took him in from up close. The top buttons of his black dress shirt unbuttoned, the black suit jacket also unbuttoned and his hair slightly messy by the rough weather conditions outside. He looked so incredibly handsome it actually had you at a loss for words as you let him guide you towards the bar.

“It’s an honor to have you here, I should be thanking you, [Name].” he smiled as he gestured towards the bartender. “I am truly so happy you could make it.”

He looked like a little boy who just met his favorite superhero in a theme park as he looked at you.

You shook your head. You’d had many men and women in awe of your singing in the last few years, many offering you compliments, some giving you chances that you could only dream of but Dmitri? Dmitri was different. He was more than in awe, he was enthralled by you, he looked at you with such adoration that made your heart melt. Along with that he was a very handsome man, it was undeniable, it was a fact.

“I thank you for having me.” you said as you grabbed your drink, he did the same and he looked at you again.

“A toast, to you, and your magnificence.”

You giggled as you toasted with him, he was special, he had something that had you longing for more and so the start of a very long night began.

The two of you talked until deep in the night, about anything that came to mind, from schooldays to everyday life, from favorite foods to biggest fears. Eventually the club ran dry and you stood up from your chair, the clock had struck past three and it would be about time you headed home.

“I should get home, it’s late and I kind of have work tomorrow.” you smiled at Dmitri as he also stood up, helping you put on her coat with a boyish grin on his face.

He nodded at you, it was late indeed, and time seemed to have flown by. He watched you as you zipped up your coat, pulling your hair out of the back before throwing on your scarf. You looked adorable.

“Let me take you home, I wouldn’t want you wandering London at this time of the night and in this weather. I’d blame myself if something were to happen to you.” Dmitri offered, his driver had been waiting outside all this time for him, and the last thing he wanted was for you to walk through the snowstorm outside and get sick, or worse. London wasn’t safe at night.

“I wouldn’t want to inconvenience you. It’s only a twenty minute walk home, it’s fine, mister Kravinoff.” you began to decline his offer, genuinely not wanting to be a burden to the man.

You’d found out he turned twenty-six not too long ago, twenty-six and already having succeeded so much in life. You admired that, envied it even. You were right to assume that his brother, Sergei, was three years older than him, and the co-owner of the establishment. Somehow you also discovered he was oddly good at doing impressions, it was almost scary how spot on they were and it brought tears to your eyes from laughter as the two of you goofed around.

“Please, it wouldn’t be a bother. Count it as a thank you, for tonight.” you couldn’t explain the look in his eyes as anything other than hot as he awaited your reply.

Dmitri simply couldn’t get enough of you, the more the two of you talked the more enthralled he became. As you talked about your past and present, your dreams, everything that came out of your mouth made him want you more. He couldn’t give a damn about the people around him, for once he didn’t even seem to notice his brother's stares, he was so focused on you that everything else fell away.

Finally you nodded, agreeing and Dmitri’s excitement nearly shot through the sky as he told you to wait here for a minute before disappearing into a back door of the club. You’d expected him to come out with a jacket or something but nope, nothing seemed to be different as he came back out and wrapped an arm around your waist and guided you out into the cold winds. Once he sat down next to you in the car you turned to face him, he turned his head to look back at you and grinned.

“Didn’t know gentlemen still existed here in London.” you said, eyes falling over his figure with no shame, taking in what sat in front of you. From the gold chain peeking out from around his neck, to the way his hands laid idly in his lap as they fidgeted with his rings, to the way you noticed the bulge in his pants. You smirked and looked back up to meet his eyes.

“Rare sight to get a man to treat you well these days, huh?” one of his arms moved to rest on the back part of the chairs and you felt his fingers entangle in your hair, playfully testing the waters as he softly tugged on a lock of hair. Dmitri watched as your eyes closed, breath hitching in your throat as you let him pull your head backwards in the slightest.

“Yeah…” your words came out in a breath, more high pitched than you initially realized. You bit your lip when you looked at him again, eyes dropping down to his lips and lingering there before meeting his blue eyes again. You swallowed thickly as you felt his grip on your hair tighten.

Before you knew it you were straddling his lap and your lips were on his. His hands gripped your hips as he kissed you like a man who’d been starved. You felt the bulge in his pants grow more as you grinded your hips down on him, the only thing separating your core and his hard cock being the fabric of his pants and your panties, which you were sure were soaked in your juices already. You moaned into the kiss, your fingers lost in his hair as he pulled your hips closer.

“Gods,” He whispered as you leaned your forehead against his, pupils dilated, lips puffy as you gazed into his eyes. “You’re so beautiful,” he brushed a lock of your hair back behind your ear before slowly kissing along your jaw, down your neck, finding that sweet spot that had you moaning softly. Slowly more and more lovebites and marks made its way onto your skin.

Your head was reeling by the time the car stopped in front of your apartment. Quickly looking out of the window before letting your eyes search Dmitri’s, you gave him a look, as if to ask him if he wanted to continue this. He caught on and brought his lips back to yours while he threw your coat back around your shoulders before opening the car door.

You fiddled with your keys, unable to stop them from shaking due to the cold and anticipation of what was about to happen. Dmitri’s hand closed around yours as he helped you unlock the door before the two of you rushed in, not sparing a moment before you were all over each other again. Your coat fell onto the floor of the hall and your heels and his shoes were discarded on the way as you made your way to your bedroom.

Before you could enter the room however, Dmitri had you pinned up against the door, hands groping at your breasts as he buried his face in your neck. “You sure you want to do this?” he mumbled, placing soft kisses on your warm skin.

“Wouldn’t have invited you in if I didn’t want this.” you moaned softly as he sucked on your skin, his hands moving to your back to find the zipper of your dress. Your hands were reaching for anything you could find, his chest, biceps, eventually ending back up in his curls.

“That’s my girl,” he said as you opened the bedroom door, stumbling in and taking him towards the bed. He finally managed to get your dress off and he watched in awe as it fell to the ground, smiling like crazy as he took in your body. Time seemed to slow down as you manoeuvred your hands into his suit jacket and took it off his shoulders, followed by your hands eagerly messing with the buttons of his dress shirt.

Once you had him shirtless you turned the both of you around as you pushed him down on the bed carefully, smirking at the surprise on his face by you taking the lead. He propped himself up on his elbows as he watched you unbuckle his belt, fidgeting with the button of his pants and his zipper before looking into his eyes as you took off his pants and boxers in one go. His eyes were hungry as he watched you lick your lips, eyeing his rock hard cock in front of you.

You gave him a devilish smile as you wrapped one of your hands around his length, slowly stroking him, watching as he already threw his head back at the feeling. He had dreamt of this ever since he first saw you, you had plagued his dreams and his waking life, you had him thinking of the filthiest things imaginable on the work floor but nothing he had imagined compared to the real thing.

Low whimpers changed to moans as you started sucking on his tip. Dmitri swore that he was in heaven when he felt your lips around his cock, all the while still stroking him with your hand. Almost out of reflex he brought his hand to your head, grabbing a fist full of your hair as your head bopped down on his length, tasting his precum on your tongue. You moaned at the feeling of him slightly pushing your mouth back onto his cock while he cursed under his breath. If your mouth alone already felt this heavenly, Dmitri couldn’t even begin to imagine how your cunt would feel.

“F-fuck,” Dmitri cursed as he watched you take his cock into your mouth, down to his base. You were a sight to look at, holding eye contact with him as you sucked his dick. The closer he got, the less control he had over his body, eventually his hips buckled, bringing tears to your eyes as your gag reflex was tested. “Jesus.” Dmitri was so lost in it, and seeing you there, tears mixed with your eye makeup dripping down your cheeks, it did things to him.

“Baby, f-fuck, I’m gonna-” Dmitri’s sentence was cut short as you suddenly pulled off, drool dripping down your chin, saliva strands hanging between you and his still very hard cock as you grinned at him. “You wanna kill me, pretty girl?” The giggle you let out had his dick twitching as he pulled you up on the bed between his legs, hands moving to undo your bra as you leaned your head against his shoulder, looking at him with those eyes that drove him absolutely crazy.

“Dmitri!” you gasped as he quite literally ripped off your panties, throwing them to the side before his fingers found their way to your clit. You didn’t have much time to protest more because before you knew it he had you moaning on his fingers. His head dipped back down to the crook of your neck, whispering sweet nothings into your ear as his fingers absolutely destroyed your cunt.

“Say that again, pretty, say my name.” It drove him crazy. The way his name fell off your lips might be his new favorite sound. His thumb came up to draw circles on your clit and you moaned loudly. “Thaaat’s it, sing for me, baby.” he spoke in such a tone that had you clenching your walls around his fingers, he grinned at the feeling, picking up his pace as he watched your face, scrunched up in pleasure as you made the prettiest sounds for him.

“So wet for me, doing so good for me, baby, such a good girl.” you moaned at his words, throwing your head back against his shoulder as you felt your orgasm approaching.

“Dmi- Dmitri I’m- Please,” you gasped, not being able to think straight and form coherent sentences.

“I know, pretty girl. You wanna cum?” You nodded at his words, he had you at his mercy completely. “Go on then, let go for me.”

That was all you needed to hear as your orgasm washed over you, Dmitri’s pace never slowing down as he rode you through your orgasm. His fingers reached places that had your toes curling in pleasure as he curled them up in your velvety walls.

“Dmitri, god-” you hiccuped as he continued to finger your cunt, the overstimulation was building up as you gripped his wrist, trying to get him to slow down. You heard him laugh slowly before retracting his hand. “N-not nice.” you leaned your head against his shoulder, watching his face as he brought his hand up to his face and licking his fingers clean off your juices.

God that’s hot.

You turned around, bringing your lips back to his, moaning softly as you tasted yourself on his lips.

“I need you, Dmitri.” You said, your kisses going down to his jaw, gently sucking and biting here and there as you went, feeling him grip at your hips, moving you to lay down.

Your head rested on your pillows as you watched him settle between your legs, smiling when he leaned over to press a kiss to your lips.

“You ready, baby?” his voice was low, and soft and he was oh so gentle as he guided his dick towards your clit. You heard him sigh in contentment once he bottomed out inside of you, and your fingers moved to intertwine into his hair.

You moaned when you felt him move slightly. “Please, please, please, Dima please.” you buried your face in his neck, feeling a soft laugh run through him.

“Begging already, are we pretty girl?” you nodded shamelessly. Your previous orgasm had you sensitive yet you couldn’t help but want more. Want him. “Whatever you wish.” he said with a kiss to the side of your head.

You moaned loudly as you felt him pull out and immediately thrust back in, setting a comfortable pace as he placed soft kisses on your shoulder while you scratched up his with your nails.

Dmitri was engulfed by it all, he was surrounded by you fully. Your moans, whimpers, your still slightly teary eyes, the look you gave him before kissing him with such passion he didn’t know was possible.

“You feel so good, baby. So so good.” he muttered against your lips as he pulled back from the kiss. He felt you slightly nod, looking at him with adoration when his hand groped at your breast again. It was so overwhelming, it was so good.

His hands slowly moved lower, and lower, reaching between the two of you to draw circles on your clit, watching how your eyes immediately rolled back in pleasure as your back arched.

“Dima, oh. You,” There wasn’t a single right word coming out of your mouth as you looked at the smiling man above you. “So handsome.” you managed between heavy breaths, looking how his smile somehow got even brighter as you reached up and held his face with one of your hands, adoring him.

You felt him picking up the pace as he lifted one of your legs up over his shoulder, your hand falling back on the duvet cover, which you gripped tightly. He reached so much deeper inside of you now. Dmitri felt it too, how your walls clenched around him and how you pressed your eyes closed in pleasure. A string of words came out of you, and neither of you could tell you what you said. The only clear thing being his name.

He reached places inside of you that you were sure of no one had ever touched before.

“Dima. I- Close-” your words were cut short as his fingers came back to your clit, rubbing circles as he groaned.

“I know, baby, me too.” he breathed out, his face scrunched up in pleasure. “Are you on anything?”

You nodded, “Y-yeah, pill. Ah. Please, Dima. Please.”

He nodded, looking you in the eye and giving you a small smile.

“Gonna cum, pretty girl?” he watched you nod, “C’mon then, let go for me.”

That was all you needed to hear before your eyes rolled back in ecstasy, moaning out his name as you did. You felt him put your leg down as he leaned over, gently kissing you as he chased his own high.

“Dima, oh god, Dima, please inside,”

You definitely knew how to kill him, Dmitri thought, those two words drove him crazy.

“Thank you- Fuck fuck fuck, [Name]” he cursed before you heard him moan and letting his head fall on your shoulder. “Gods, my, so good.” You moaned softly as you felt him fill you up, painting your walls white.

He softly lowered himself on top of you, catching his breath as he rested for a second.

“That was…”

“Perfect.” You finished for him before he could say something else and you felt him nod against your chest, his soft curls tickling your chin. One of your hands moved to them, gently swiping some of the curls away from his sweaty forehead.

You didn’t mean to fall asleep right there and then, but you did and Dmitri noticed as soon as your fingers stilled in his hair, so he looked up to you, only to see your eyes closed and lips slightly parted, indicating your sleeping state.

Slowly but surely he pulled out of you, slightly aweing at the way his seed dripped out of your pussy before looking around the room. He spotted the bathroom and walked over as quietly as he could to not wake you. He came back with a glass of water and a towel to clean you up.

You looked so soft, so adorable as you slept, and Dmitri couldn’t help himself to gently kiss your forehead as he pulled the blanket over you.

“Mmh…?” you stirred from your sleep and your eyes met Dmitri’s blue ones once again. “Come, please.” You murmured as you opened your arms, welcoming him back.

Dmitri smiled as he got under the blanket with you. wrapping his arms around you and gently caressing your back as you cuddled up to him.

“Dmitri?” you questioned, cracking your neck to look at him. You heard him hum in reply, “I think I might start to like you a lot.”

He laughed, smiling at you and your complete honesty. “Oh, baby.” he brought his lips down to yours before speaking softly “I know I loved you ever since you got up on that stage in The Ledbury.”

You giggled and buried your face back into his chest, feeling it vibrate with laughter before his adorable laugh echoed through the room.

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[astra-terrapin]

Day 3: Metal Virus/Nightmare

Every day must’ve been a living nightmare during the Metal Virus outbreak. I sometimes have nightmares that look like this, so I said screw it. Espio will have it too. He’ll be happy by day 5 though, so no worries.

[im-so-normal-iswear]

The lack of yandere/non-yandere metal sonic and espio is a crime.

Can I have them react— it can be separately or not —to gn Y/N that is a fourth wall breaker.

Like during a fight between metal sonic, reader just began to randomly talk to nothing or he just thought they're talking about him but actually talking to the views, so he said "Enough chit chat. Die." To Y/N and reader just say: "dude, I'm not talking to you. Im talking to the audience!" And metal sonic be like: "tf u mean???" Our metallic hedgehog is confused as hell.

And to Espio. Oh Espio... he thought you had an imaginary friend the more he observes your behavior. So when you said something like: "Dude think he's completely invincible when I can clearly see the outline of his figure, don't you agree? Oh yes you, I'm talking to you. Person behind that screen." Y/N... what screen are you talking abou? There's no such thing as screen here. The more he observes you will leave him so very confuse.

Woah, that's a long request! I hoped I did not overwhelmed you.

A/n: i dont think metal sonic is able to talk but since the ask specified it im putting it in

Metal Sonic/Espio x Fourth-Wall-Breaker Reader

Metal sonic:

The clash of energy fills the air as you dodge Metal Sonic’s sharp claws, the sound of his limbs slicing through the atmosphere like a razor. His glowing eyes lock onto you, and you can hear the wirring of machinery as he ran calculations through his processor to predict your next move. But instead of fighting back, you stop in the middle of the battlefield, throwing your hands up in a dramatic gesture.

"Alright, folks," you begin, turning away from Metal entirely, "this guy is like, a total edge-lord, but i guess you people are used to it, after all more than half of you guys are head over heels for Shadow."

Metal Sonic pauses, hovering mid-air, his processors stuttering for a moment as he attempts to comprehend your behavior. "...What?" His voice is sharp, but filled with confusion.

You turn to him, blinking innocently. "What? Oh no, not you. I’m talking to the audience."

There’s a long pause. "...Audience?" He repeats. "There is no one else here but you and me."

"Oh, Metal," you sigh, shaking your head as if he’s a toddler who just doesn’t get it. "There’s always someone watching, or, reading in this case." You mutter the last part more to yourself. "Like, you don’t think this fight is just happening in a vacuum, do you? Someone’s reading this right now! Probably rooting for me, too."

His thrusters whir louder as he tries to process your words. "You are speaking nonsense. There is no logical-"

"Oh, there’s plenty of logic!" you interrupt, pointing a finger at him. "Like, for example, you’re basically Sonic’s evil doppelgänger, but you still have a cool factor because robots are inherently neat. And let’s not forget your whole ‘I will surpass my original’ arc. Very compelling stuff."

"I am the real Sonic," he snaps, suddenly defensive. "But this irrelevant chatter will end now. Die."

You roll your eyes, sidestepping his attack without effort. "Dude, I just told you, I wasn’t even talking to you! Stop making it about yourself."

Metal Sonic halts again, his metal claws still raised mid-swing. "...You were not speaking to me?" His voice glitches slightly as he repeats the question.

"Nope," you reply cheerfully, tapping your temple. "I was breaking the fourth wall. Talking to the readers. You know, the people behind the screen. By the way, hi there! Thanks for reading so far."

Metal Sonic stares at you. "What… is a fourth wall? What screen? You are delusional."

"Delusional?" You laugh. "If I’m delusional, then what are you? You have literally convinced yourself your the 'original' of someone else, crazy delusional if you ask me"

For a moment, Metal Sonic’s circuits nearly short out as he tries, and fails, to process your words. He recalibrates himself, his voice monotone "I do not understand your nonsense. It is irrelevant. I will terminate you now."

"Okay, but you’re really just proving my point," you say, hands on your hips as he rushes toward you again. "See? Perfect villain behavior! You’re predictable, but in a way that makes the plot move forward. Classic stuff. Oh, and to whoever’s reading, place your bets now! Will he explode in a dramatic fireball, or will he retreat while promising to get stronger?"

Metal Sonic’s screech of frustration echoes across the battlefield, but his confusion never quite leaves him.

Espio:

Espio moves silently through the forest, his form practically invisible in the dense shadows. He’s been observing you for a while now, fascinated, and increasingly baffled, by your behavior. As a ninja, he prides himself on understanding people’s intentions, but you? You’re an enigma.

"Alright," you suddenly announce, breaking the silence. "Let’s just address the elephant in the room. That invisible trick? Super cool. But you’re not actually invisible, Espio. I can see the outline of your figure. You’re like... one of those cheap cloaking devices from a sci-fi movie."

Espio freezes, his position no longer concealed. "What?" His voice is calm but laced with confusion. "How did you-?"

"Don’t worry about it," you interrupt, waving him off. "Anyway, what do you all think? Pretty impressive, right? I mean, I get the whole ninja aesthetic, but at the same time, it’s kinda predictable. Personally dont see what you see, actually... Hm... Maybe..."

Espio steps forward cautiously, his eyes narrowing. "What are you doing? Are you talking to yourself?"

"Exactly!" you exclaim, spinning around to face nothing. Or at least, that’s how it looks to him. "On a technicality I mean... The person reading this knows what I’m talking about. Right? Like, you’ve definitely got a little crush-crush on the guy haven’t you? Oh, don’t be shy. I’m talking about you."

Espio tilts his head slightly, his usually composed demeanor cracking. "There is no one else here."

"Well, duh," you say, rolling your eyes. XOf course you can’t see them. You’re part of the story."

"The story?" His voice falters slightly, and for the first time, you see genuine uncertainty on his face. "Are you suggesting this is some form of illusion?"

"Not illusion," you correct. "More like a narrative construct. You’re a character, and I’m a character, but I’m the one who knows it. You follow?"

Espio stares at you for a long moment, his expression unreadable. "You believe someone is observing us?"

"Not just believe, know," you reply, tapping the side of your head. "I mean, they’re probably laying on their bed reading this instead of doing some work they should really stop holding off on. Hey, reader, hope you’re having a good day! Seriously though, stop procrastinating"

Espio’s hand instinctively moves toward his weapon. "You are either incredibly insightful or entirely delusional."

"Oh, Espio," you sigh dramatically. "That’s what makes this so fun. I get to say all the stuff that you’re too serious to notice. Like how you’re totally the ‘stoic and mysterious’ type. Fans love that, even if your not too popular."

He lowers his weapon slightly, though his suspicion remains. "Your behavior id unusual. Are you speaking to an imaginary companion?"

"Imaginary? Please. They’re as real as you or me. Well, okay, maybe more real, depending on how you look at it."

Espio exhales deeply, clearly trying to make sense of your words. "You are… unlike anyone I’ve ever met."

"And that’s what makes me the protagonist," you say with a grin. "Now come on, ninja boy. Let’s get back to whatever plotline we’re supposed to be following. Oh and reader, hows it feel for one of your favs to be tmone of the most underappreciated characters? Im sympathetic" you put a hand to your heart in mock solemn before stretching up and walking off.

Espio watches as you stroll ahead, his confusion only deepening.

[whitecompri]

Can we get some Infinite and Jet As dads if it hasn’t been done already? similar to your sonic, shadow, silver and scourge as dad x reader post?

Daddy Daycare Part 2

Check Out: Daddy Daycare Hedgie Edition

Pairing: Tails x Reader; Knuckles x Reader; Jet x Reader; infinite x Reader; Espio x Reader; Vector x Reader.

Genre: Comedy

Rating: G (General)

Warnings: None

A/N: Thanks for the request! And here it is, with six characters. I decided to put them all together to fulfill all the requests, and it was a fun challenge to write for each of them. I hope you like it.

Tails

When you told Tails that he would have to take care of your daughter alone for a day, a smile immediately appeared on his face. He loved spending time with the little one and had already started mentally planning all the games and educational activities they would do together.

At that moment, Tails sat on the floor of his workshop, facing his daughter. He had placed a soft rug there, where the two of them could play in a cozier spot. Turning slightly, the fox reached for a box he had brought, opening it and pulling out some board games, puzzles, crosswords, and various other educational toys and activities he had found, eager to have fun with his little copy.

"Alright, where should we start? We got lots of options, huh?" He smiled at his daughter. The little fox grinned back, looking around at everything.

"This one, Daddy!" She pointed to the Lego box near Tails.

"Ah, great choice! Let’s start by building something cool. You can even make a plane, just like Daddy." Tails scooted closer to her, tipping the open box over, letting all the pieces spill onto the rug. Her ears perked up attentively, while her two tails wagged excitedly.

As the minutes passed, everything seemed peaceful and enjoyable. They had built castles, other structures, and even small vehicles with colorful pieces. Tails constantly encouraged his daughter’s creativity, noticing how incredibly smart she was, even at such a young age.

"Alright, sweetheart, Daddy’s gonna make us a snack, okay?" The fox got up from the rug, heading to his workshop’s counter, where he had already set aside some fruits and crackers for when they got hungry. "While I get everything ready, you can keep building. I’ll be right back to see what you’ve made."

The little one nodded at him, her attention quickly returning to the pieces in her hands, delicately fitting them together. She cast a thoughtful look at the Lego pieces, glancing around as if searching for something.

Tails was preparing the plates, slicing some fruit and placing the crackers around them. That’s when his ears twitched, shifting backward. He narrowed his eyes as he picked up on the sound of what seemed like electrical sparks. But what could it be? He had made sure not to leave anything potentially dangerous near his daughter.

Turning around, the fox observed his daughter. She was still in the same spot, facing away from him, and everything seemed normal—until he heard the sound of duct tape being stretched and saw her handling something other than a toy.

Moving closer quickly but quietly, Tails watched the scene, trying to understand what was happening. That’s when his eyes widened. His daughter was carefully wrapping duct tape around some Legos, securing them tightly to what Tails deduced was an old, broken vacuum cleaner. The structure bore an uncanny resemblance to a small motor, despite being colorful and patched together with tape.

His eyes followed the setup, noticing that the vacuum cleaner wasn’t plugged in. He felt a brief wave of relief, knowing she wasn’t in too much danger.

That relief lasted until her tiny hand reached for a small button in the middle of the Legos. The bizarre machine turned on, releasing smoke, making a ridiculous noise, and even shooting out occasional sparks onto the floor.

Tails' jaw dropped as he watched the scene, even more shocked when he realized she had built a functional portable motor out of Legos using a vacuum cleaner and duct tape—all in the few minutes he had spent preparing their snack.

"Sweetheart… what are you doing?" Tails asked quietly, taking a step closer and kneeling beside her, looking at the bizarre invention in astonishment.

"Oh, I just wanted to try making a simple project, you know? But it didn’t turn out the way I wanted…" She said thoughtfully, scratching her chin as she examined her invention.

"And how did you want it to turn out?" Tails asked hesitantly, knowing the answer would probably alarm him.

"Something simple, Daddy, just an automatic generator powered by the dust buildup inside the vacuum cleaner." She said it so naturally.

"Is… is something like that even possible?" The fox asked, stunned. His daughter just shrugged.

"That’s why I’m testing it! It might lead to something!" She said excitedly, picking up some remaining vacuum cleaner parts from the floor.

Tails' jaw practically hit the floor at that. His eyes scanned every detail of the improvised contraption, mentally analyzing how she had managed to build something like that so quickly. He grabbed a screwdriver from the table and gently poked at the motor, furrowing his brow with a mix of shock and fascination.

And as he observed her two tails swaying from side to side, mimicking a gesture he himself often did when happy, while she eagerly tried to adjust the vacuum cleaner, all he could feel was deep pride for his daughter and how much she resembled him in so many different ways.

--*--

At the end of the day, you arrived home, opening the door while carrying the day’s groceries in your free hand. Immediately, your eyes landed on Tails and your daughter, sitting at the kitchen table, their yellow fur completely messy and dirty. You let out a muffled chuckle at how they interacted—Tails and your daughter had bright, eager eyes as they excitedly tinkered with pieces and screws on the table, searching for the right tools while laughing and chatting.

"Looks like you guys are having fun. I’m glad." You smiled at them, stepping into the kitchen to place the groceries on the counter. A few seconds later, you felt a tight hug around your leg. Turning, you picked up the little one in your arms.

"We were having a blast, and I gotta admit, I’m really impressed with her skills…" Tails chuckled, scratching the back of his head as he stood up to hold your hand affectionately.

"It’s no surprise, she’s really smart—just like her dad." Tails blushed slightly under his fur before letting out a soft laugh.

"But I’m serious! She even built a motor using Lego, duct tape, and a vacuum cleaner." The fox laughed as he hugged you.

"Wow… I bet you have a lot to teach her about mechanics and all that, huh?"

"For sure! And I know she’s gonna make me even prouder—I have no doubt about it."

That’s when the little one’s big blue eyes focused on Tails.

"Daddy, I can fix the Tornado for you already." She said quietly, a mischievous little grin on her face, enjoying teasing her father even at such a young age.

"N-no, sweetheart, not yet. We don’t want any accidents happening. But who knows—when you’re a little older, I’ll teach you everything about aerodynamics and propulsion. And maybe then, you’ll even get to fly your own plane…" Tails chuckled, ruffling the yellow fur on her head.

The little one giggled, curling up closer in your arms.

"And I bet I’d fly even better than you, Daddy."

Tails’ eyes widened for a second before he laughed, crossing his arms and pretending to be offended.

"Oh yeah? Then I guess we’ll have to race in the skies when you grow up to see if that’s true, huh?" He chuckled, stroking his daughter’s ear while pulling you into another hug, already looking forward to the incredible future full of inventions she would bring along with her.

Knuckles

When you had to leave for a day and leave the little red echidna with her father, you didn’t even have to think about worrying. After all, even though Knuckles was still quite clumsy at parenting, he had great protective skills, probably developed over the years he spent—and still spends—guarding the Master Emerald. This was proven even more when he nodded vehemently with a determined look at your request, assuring that nothing would happen to your daughter.

So, Knuckles crossed his arms, paying attention to his daughter on the carpet, narrowing his eyes as he scanned the surroundings. That’s when the little one stood up, walking over to the couch, trying to climb up. Knuckles' eyes immediately widened, and he rushed to her, quickly picking her up.

"Don't climb up there! It's dangerous, you might fall..." He looked at her, alarmed. The little one just raised an eyebrow.

"Dad... It's just the couch..." She said, unimpressed, already somewhat used to his protective mannerisms.

"I’ve seen plenty of grown-ups get hurt for no reason, so I’d rather be safe than sorry. Trust your old man, I know what I’m doing!" He said, placing her back on the floor and sitting beside her. "Let’s stay on the carpet, it's safer..." He muttered, watching as his daughter sighed and reached for some sheets of paper and pencils, starting to draw.

He carefully watched every movement she made and her artistic work, and then his eyes widened again.

"Wait, stop right there... You might hurt yourself with that!" He pointed at the pencil in her hand. The little one frowned.

"Dad... The pencil looks safe..." She started to say, closing her eyes.

"I don’t care if it looks safe! If there’s even a chance you could get hurt, I’m going to prevent it!" He grabbed the pencil, examining it and testing it against his arm, pressing the tip. "Way too dangerous... And this? I’ve seen people get cut with this!" He pointed at the sheet of paper.

"It's a piece of paper, and even if I did get cut, it wouldn’t even tickle." The little one said, crossing her arms. Knuckles crossed his arms too.

"I made a vow to your mother that I would keep you safe. A paper cut means I failed!"

She just huffed, standing up again and heading toward the kitchen. Knuckles watched her go and got up to follow. She held onto the chair to sit down, and the furniture wobbled dangerously, nearly tipping over. The echidna tried to stop it, rushing toward her, but in the process, he tripped on the table leg, hitting the floor with a loud thud and a huff.

"Dad!" The little one looked at him, kneeling beside him.

"I'm fine, I've been through worse." He got up while she held his hand.

"Can you at least get me a cookie, Dad?" She asked quietly, pointing to the high cabinet.

"Of course, leave it to me, kiddo." He stretched, heading to the cabinet, grabbed the small step stool, placed it correctly, and climbed up, reaching for the cookie jar. However, at that moment, he lost his balance. He managed to land on his feet before any major disasters, but then several jars and pots came crashing down on him.

The little one momentarily closed her eyes at the loud clatter of the pots raining down on him.

"Dad..?" She approached as he stood slightly hunched, rubbing his head.

"I'm fine... Heavier things have fallen on me before..." He assured her with a smile.

"There's no point in you getting all beat up just to protect me!"

"The important thing is that you're safe, kid..." He looked at her determinedly.

"Safe from what? Getting a paper cut?!"

"What matters is that you didn’t get cut, no matter how it could have happened..." He insisted, crossing his arms. The little one just sighed. He looked at her expression, frowning. "Maybe I overdid it... But only because I will never let anything happen to you. You're my little girl, and that means no one—not a couch, not a pencil, nothing—is going to hurt you while I'm around."

"Dad..." She hugged him, already knowing he wouldn’t stop there and would continue protecting her no matter what.

--*--

By the end of the afternoon, you opened the door, walking in distractedly, but then jumped slightly at the first thing you saw. Knuckles was on the couch, covered in band-aids, holding an ice pack to his head. On the floor, your daughter sat with her arms crossed, watching TV with a smug little grin.

"Should I even ask what happened here?" You approached, sitting next to him.

"I successfully protected my daughter!" He said, giving you a thumbs-up. You raised an eyebrow, looking closely at his current state.

"I literally did nothing all day..." Your daughter said.

You covered your mouth, laughing in disbelief at what had transpired.

"Knuckles... I don’t think the house has that many dangers..." You held his hand.

"The house has far more dangers than you can imagine..." He closed his eyes as you chuckled softly.

Being overprotective was an interesting trait, but you still had to teach him some boundaries about it.

Jet

When Jet heard you say that he would have to spend the day with his little daughter, a wide grin spread across his beak as he immediately started planning all the activities and competitions he would do with her—and all the ways he would beat her at everything.

He stepped onto the grass in the backyard, carrying a skateboard under his arm, making his way toward his daughter, who was sitting down watering some flower pots.

"Hey, kiddo! Wanna have a little competition with your old man?" Jet asked excitedly, crouching next to the little green-feathered hawk. She looked up at him, surprised, before a sly smirk formed at the corner of her beak.

"You think you can beat me, Dad?" she said quietly, challenging him.

"Hah! You’re getting pretty cocky, but I’ll give you a chance to prove it. Here." He placed the skateboard on the grass. "You gotta use this one—your mom would kill me if I let you ride an Extreme Gear at your age."

"Easy peasy, I could beat you with my eyes closed and one hand behind my back." The little one laughed as she stood up.

"Oh, you think you can beat the greatest of the Babylon Rogues? Now this I gotta see!" Jet said, stretching, cracking his fingers, and grabbing the skateboard.

The two headed to the street, and Jet placed the skateboard in front of him.

"Alright then..." The hawk hopped onto the skateboard, sliding a little, doing a few rounds on the street, pulling off some curb tricks—all while keeping a smug grin on his face.

"Is that all you got, Dad? If I hadn’t learned how to skate yet, I’d still do better than that." She teased. Jet narrowed his eyes, stopping the skateboard in front of her.

"Hah! Big words for someone who still needs their mom to cut their food! Alright, hotshot, show me what you got." He huffed.

"You got it!" She grabbed the skateboard excitedly, running and hopping onto it while it was still moving. Laughing, she started skating at high speed, jumping the curb, pulling off risky tricks, and even grinding the back of the skateboard along a stair rail she found.

Jet watched it all with his beak slightly open, eyes wide in shock at his daughter’s skills. Then, she zoomed past him at high speed, making him jump. The little one made another lap before stopping the skateboard right next to him.

"What’s wrong, Dad? Too old to keep up with me?" She laughed, tucking the skateboard under her arm. Jet clenched his fists.

"You’re a cheeky one, huh? Alright, I was holding back earlier, but not this time!" He grabbed the skateboard, ready to show his true competitive spirit.

"I’ll be taking a nap on the couch while you do that. Hope we don’t have to buy medicine for your back after this—it’s probably gonna hurt. Old birds shouldn’t be playing like this." She yawned dramatically, crossing her arms.

"You little—humph! Good to know you take after me, but I’m not losing to a little hawk who doesn’t even have all her feathers yet!" He smirked, preparing to compete against his own daughter.

--*--

By late afternoon, you arrived on your street and saw Jet sitting on the curb, his face resting in his palm, looking far from pleased. His feathers were ruffled and covered in dirt. You raised an eyebrow—then spotted your daughter effortlessly gliding by on the skateboard.

"Hey, Mom! Watch this trick!" She leaped into an impressive jump with the board, landing smoothly before skating over to you. She grabbed the skateboard under her arm and ran up to hug you. "I beat Dad a bunch of times today!" she said happily, laughing.

"I-I let her win, okay?! I just didn’t wanna make the kid sad!" Jet blurted out, eyes wide. You laughed, completely understanding the situation.

"Uh-huh, sure, Dad... How about we go buy something for your aching back and those loser tears in your eyes?" She shot back with a grin.

"Oh, please! If we were using real Extreme Gear, I would’ve destroyed you! This cheap comparison doesn’t count!" He stood up, crossing his arms. "Where did this kid even learn to talk like that?" Jet turned to you.

"Gee, I wonder," you snorted, pulling him by the arm. "Come on, you two, enough competing for today."

"Hmph! We’ll settle this tomorrow! Today was just a warm-up, you hear me?!" He called out to his daughter, who only smirked at him.

Jet was ridiculously competitive, and you knew that. Maybe competing with his own daughter—who was just as skilled as he was—would finally teach him a little resilience when it came to losing. For now, you were just happy watching them interact and realizing just how much your daughter was a perfect carbon copy of her dad.

Infinite

When you told Infinite that he would have to take care of the kids alone for a day, he simply crossed his arms and scoffed.

"Hah. That’s nothing. I’m the Ultimate Mercenary—taking care of my own kids won’t be a problem..."

That day, you had no other choice. You couldn’t take them with you to stand in line at the bank, so you left them with their father. Infinite wasn’t exactly the best at this, and you were sure that some wild idea was already forming in his head at the thought of having the kids under his care for a day. But you chose to trust him this time.

Infinite entered the kids’ room, carrying the youngest pup in his arms, and found his son and daughter sitting on the soft carpet, playing with little dinosaur figurines. The jackal sat down on the floor, pulling out their mini chalkboard and grabbing a piece of chalk. He began writing something, occasionally adjusting the pup in his arms before continuing. The other two remained distracted with their game. Once he finished, he cleared his throat to get their attention.

"Gather around. It’s time for your lesson..." Infinite said in a deep, hushed tone.

The little ones perked their ears up, curiosity lighting up their faces. In an instant, they were sitting in front of him, tails swaying slightly. His son's heterochromatic eyes locked onto his, while his daughter’s golden eyes focused on the board. Her brow raised at what was written there, but before she could ask, their father began.

"Alright, New Jackal Squad, today we’re learning about war tactics and how to overpower enemies through strength." He gestured with his hand, clenching his fist.

"Dad, I thought this was gonna be something fun." His son’s ears drooped in disappointment.

"Yeah, Dad, couldn’t it be about dinosaurs instead?" His daughter held up her toys.

"This is important! You’re going to be part of this world’s change! You’ll be the strongest jackals in existence—unstoppable! It’s crucial to start learning early."

"We don’t wanna be the strongest, Dad. We wanna play!" His son crossed his arms. Now, it was Infinite’s turn for his ears to droop, frustrated that he couldn’t convince them.

"Just listen to the beginning at least! It’s interesting—war tactics are fundamental, even at school, to deal with kids who try to humiliate you!" He tried to reason with them, but they just frowned at him.

"Tag!" His son suddenly turned to his sister. She immediately grinned mischievously, and the two took off running around the room, completely ignoring their father.

Infinite let out an exasperated sigh, watching them laugh and chase each other. His gaze drifted down to the youngest pup, who stirred awake in his arms, looking up at him with rare, curious heterochromatic eyes.

"Looks like you’re the only one left for me to convince, my little one..." The jackal muttered before reaching into his bag and pulling out a simple plush of a black hedgehog. He held it up to the baby. "Here, now crush it! Tear it apart with your claws!" Infinite encouraged, handing the plush over.

The little one simply cooed, a tiny grin forming as his small muzzle, growing fangs peeked out. He grabbed the toy—but instead of destroying it as his father had ordered, he just hugged it, nuzzling against it while snuggling deeper into his father’s arms.

Infinite blinked, staring wide-eyed before sighing again, rubbing his temple.

"Get Daddy!" His ears perked up as his older kids suddenly charged toward him at full speed. Before he could react, his son wrapped his arms tightly around his waist while his daughter leaped onto his neck.

For a moment, the jackal froze, completely caught off guard. Then, hesitantly, his free hand reached up to stroke his son’s black fur before doing the same for his daughter.

"What? What are you doing? Is this some kind of tactic to destabilize me?!" He huffed, clicking his tongue—but he didn’t push them away.

For a minute, he let himself melt into the warmth of his children’s embrace. His fur bristled slightly, his tail wagged before he could stop it, and though he hated to admit it, he even felt a sting of tears forming from the immense affection his kids were giving him.

Then, the two little ones pulled away, laughing, sitting cross-legged in front of him while Infinite remained stunned.

"Dad, you used to live in the desert, right? Tell us what it was like!" His son asked with a bright smile, his sister nodding eagerly.

"...Well, I suppose I could tell you a thing or two..." He said, looking at his little jackals.

Infinite didn’t dwell on it much, but deep down, he had long stopped wanting revenge or to destroy the world as he once did. In truth, he had been suppressing healthier emotions for a while—ones that started when he met you and intensified the moment he held his eldest in his arms and saw his heterochromia, mirroring his father’s own unique trait.

And now, surrounded by his children, who loved him so deeply, he knew he could never be the Infinite he used to be.

--*--

When you opened the door late in the afternoon, you stepped inside, setting your bag on the table as you searched for your little family. Walking into the kids’ room, your heart swelled with warmth.

Infinite sat on the floor, his two older children nestled against him, affectionately dozing off in his lap. In his arms, he cradled the youngest pup, rocking him gently. His usual sharp expression had softened as he focused his intense eyes on his little ones.

Approaching, you sat down beside him on the floor. Infinite flinched slightly, startled that he hadn’t noticed your arrival.

"Hey... I’ve never seen you like this with them before," you whispered to him.

"...Yeah..." He muttered simply, nodding. "Hmph. I’m just... testing a new discipline method. Yeah, that’s it." He exhaled quietly, holding the pup closer to keep him comfortable. His free hand reached for your waist, pulling you closer.

Despite what he said, it was obvious what he was truly doing.

"I’m happy to see you being your best self..." you murmured.

"Tch. Best self... Not sure if I like that term. But... at least they seem to like me this way." He gave you a small smirk.

Your eyes widened in surprise—it was the first time you had seen him smile in all your time together. And the sight of his grin, his fangs subtly showing, was enough to make you melt.

You leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek before resting your forehead against his. Immediately, Infinite blushed. He was always awkward when it came to explicit displays of affection like this.

But maybe that was one of the things that made you fall for him even more.

The road ahead would be long, but at least you knew—your three little ones were the key to bringing out a side of Infinite that no one ever knew existed.

Espio

You had just left the house, leaving Espio with the responsibility of taking care of his daughter for a day. You hoped nothing would go wrong—after all, Espio was usually very focused and determined to fulfill his duties. With that in mind, you left without any major concerns.

At that moment, the purple chameleon guided his daughter to his meditation room, kneeling on the tatami mat and gesturing for her to do the same.

“Well, my child, starting today, we will begin your training to become a formidable ninja. You will learn everything you need from your father to master all the ninja arts…” he said with determination, gazing ahead at the veranda that overlooked a stylized garden full of bonsai trees. When he didn’t hear a response, he turned his head to the side, narrowing his eyes upon seeing the little girl analyzing the figure of a Shisa statue and playing with it, trying to imitate the fierce expression of the sculpted creature.

Espio let out an exasperated sigh before clearing his throat, making his daughter jump and look at him in surprise.

“As I was saying… Never mind. Your first lesson is meditation. Maintaining peace of mind is a crucial step in mastering a ninja’s camouflage…” He settled on the tatami, closed his eyes, and prepared to begin meditating, expecting her to follow suit and imitate his movements. However, suddenly, the familiar sound of creaking wood made Espio furrow his brow. He opened his eyes and glanced to the side, confused upon realizing the little one was no longer beside him.

His sharp gaze scanned the room until he spotted her tiptoeing toward the door. Espio sighed, rubbing the back of his neck before standing up.

“Freeze right there, young lady. Where do you think you’re going?” he crossed his arms. His daughter jumped slightly before coming to a complete stop, slowly turning her face toward him with a small, sheepish smile.

“I was just going to get some water, Dad…” she tried to compose herself, adjusting her posture.

Espio approached her.

“I suppose my training methods are not to your liking… Hm.” The chameleon stroked his chin, analyzing his daughter’s figure—so strikingly similar to his own. “I think I have an idea… How about we train your camouflage skills with a game of tag?”

Her eyes lit up.

“Really, Dad?! That’s way more fun than sitting on that boring tatami doing nothing!” She clenched her fists, brimming with excitement.

“Let’s see how good your skills are… If I determine that you need more training, there will be no escaping meditation.” He pointed to the tatami.

“I’ll do my best, then!” she declared, rubbing her hands together eagerly.

“I’ll count to ten. You go hide, and I’ll come find you…” He turned around, closing his eyes so he wouldn’t see where she went, only hearing her giggle and the hurried sound of her little footsteps.

Once he finished counting, Espio set out to find his daughter, scanning every corner of the house with a determined gaze. He searched through every room, checking behind the couch, under the bed, and even using a flashlight to try and reflect her camouflage and expose her location—but to no avail.

"Hmm… curious… I’ve checked every room. Where could she have hidden? I couldn’t have missed anything… Surely, I should be able to find her."

As time passed, Espio—despite being a well-trained chameleon, disciplined in maintaining composure and never succumbing to panic—began to feel a twinge of desperation. He roamed the house rapidly, growing increasingly worried. Pressing a hand to his forehead, he struggled to recall any place he had yet to check. But he had looked everywhere. So, he started going over every inch of the house again, sweeping his flashlight into every possible hiding spot—yet still, there was no sign of the little one.

--*--

You arrived home earlier than expected that day, unlocking the door and stepping inside, humming a tune. However, you froze immediately upon seeing Espio sitting on the couch with his face buried in his hands.

“Espio? Are you okay?” He lifted his face to look at you, and you were surprised by the distressed expression he wore.

“I’m so sorry… I don’t know where she is… She disappeared inside the house!” He stood up, grabbing your hands. You raised an eyebrow, trying to make sense of the situation.

Suddenly, you felt a strong hug around your leg.

“Mom! I missed you!” Your daughter clung to you tightly. Espio’s eyes widened in shock, his jaw practically hitting the floor.

“What were you saying? That she disappeared?” You let out a small, amused chuckle.

“But… how?” He placed a hand on his forehead.

“Dad, I was hiding behind the living room curtain…” the little one said matter-of-factly.

Turning back around, Espio slumped onto the couch again, shoulders drooping, his elbows resting on his knees.

“Hmph… I never imagined my own daughter would be able to fool me. Impressive… but I won’t be defeated so easily.” He closed his eyes in contemplation. You chuckled, scooping up your little girl and sitting beside him.

“I bet her camouflage skills could be honed even more with your guidance, don’t you think?” You took his hand, and Espio looked at you before allowing a faint smile to form on his lips.

“You’re right… She’s still young and needs the help of an experienced ninja to refine her technique.” His determination was reignited.

It was evident that she had inherited her father’s skills, and you were certain that, with time, the two of them would become the greatest ninjas ever known.

Vector

When you told him he’d have to take care of his daughter alone for an entire day, Vector almost jumped for joy, but he held himself back, not wanting to make a scene or make you suspicious of his upcoming plans. So, he simply agreed, assuring you that he would be extremely careful with her and do everything right.

However, early in the morning, as soon as you left, Vector sat at the kitchen table with the little one, placing soda and sweets on the table. Laughing, he realized it had been a while since he’d had time alone to just be himself.

“Enjoy it, kiddo! This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity—we’re throwing a huge celebration today!”

The little crocodile just giggled, reaching for some chocolates and grabbing the soda bottle, opening it and pouring herself a glass.

“I love you, Daddy! Mom would never let me eat this stuff for breakfast,” she said happily, munching on her chocolate.

“Right? Just remember, we gotta clean up all the mess before Mom gets back, okay?”

She nodded, continuing to eat. Vector got up and went to the living room, returning with a portable speaker. Placing it on the table, he turned it on and cranked up one of his favorite songs. He popped a piece of gum in his mouth, chewing with satisfaction.

“This is gonna be the best party of our lives!” He leaned back in his chair, placing his hands behind his head.

“Dad, can you grab me some chips?” she asked, her voice barely audible over the loud music.

“Leave it to me, kiddo!” He got up and opened the cabinet, pulling out a huge bag of chips. However, in the process, he accidentally knocked over a stack of expensive ceramic bowls, which crashed to the floor with a loud, shattering noise.

Both of them stared in shock at the mess.

“Those were Mom’s favorites…” the little one said, shrinking slightly in her chair.

“Relax, kiddo, I’ll fix this. She won’t even notice, and by the time she wants to use them for soup again, I’ll have already bought new ones for her.” He reassured her before quickly grabbing a broom and dustpan, sweeping up the ceramic shards.

“In the meantime, how about we move our little party to the living room? Fewer things to break over there.” He suggested, and his daughter eagerly grabbed some candy and ran to the living room, smiling.

--*--

You arrived home carrying grocery bags, pausing at the door when you heard loud music. Expected. Vector loved his music, so you didn’t think much of it. Unlocking the door, you stepped inside. The first thing that hit you was the strong smell of pizza and soda. Then, the blaring sound of the TV and the rustling of snack bags scattered everywhere.

In the middle of the couch, Vector and your daughter were sprawled out, eating pizza. Around them was a disaster zone of candy wrappers, chip bags, and crumbs covering the floor. Soda bottles were lying around, the music was still blasting, and on the TV… a horror movie—one of the most disturbing ones.

You approached them and cleared your throat. Vector jolted, nearly choking on his pizza but managing to swallow it in time.

“H-hey, you’re home early today…” he said, shrinking slightly.

“Vector… What did you do?” You spoke in a low tone—one he knew all too well, the kind that sent shivers down his spine. He quickly reached for the speaker and shut it off.

“I-I can explain…” He raised his hands in surrender, trying to weasel his way out.

“Daddy let me have ice cream for breakfast!” the little one chimed in excitedly.

Vector could only offer a sheepish smile, sweating bullets.

“You what?” You clenched your fists.

Vector immediately jumped up and ran to your side, grabbing your hands.

“I beg you! Give me a chance! I swear the house will be spotless—I’ll even scrub the ceiling if I have to! In the meantime, how about you just focus on making dinner?” He quickly guided you out of the living room, with your daughter trailing behind.

You sighed deeply, already used to his antics.

“Alright, I’ll make dinner, and you’ll clean the living room.”

Vector let out a relieved sigh, heading off to grab the broom and dustpan he had left in the kitchen earlier.

“Oh, by the way, I was thinking of making that soup tonight. Do you remember where I left those dishes I always use?” You asked, confused as you checked the cabinet and found nothing.

“Ah… You… You must’ve put them in the other cabinet…” he muttered.

“Daddy broke them earlier,” the little one casually stated.

Vector froze.

You turned abruptly, raising an eyebrow at him. But instead of getting angry, you just laughed at his completely busted expression—ratted out not once, but twice.

“WHAT?! I… ahem… Actually, it was a test! Yes, a test to see if we were prepared for household accidents! Safety first, right? Hehehe…”

“It’s fine… I bought those really cheap anyway. I’ll just get new ones tomorrow… I just really hope there aren’t any more surprises.” You chuckled.

He was clumsy and turned the house upside down regularly, but you couldn’t help but love him. Though, you were definitely going to have a serious talk with him about setting some boundaries for your daughter.

[sinsmockingbird]

Reader buying Xl condoms reactions but with Chameleon, Nightingale, zoya, and Bai yi

I feel like at this point I should just write something with all the PTN women reacting to reader buying those sized condoms for themselves in front of them.

CW: Smut under the cut!

✧ BAI YI

• Bai Yi can't even being to stop herself from being downright dirty in the store as soon as she sees you grabbing the XL sized condoms.

• She's holding onto your arm, caressing your body, whispering god awful dirty things into your ear, and even goes so far to grope your crotch in an aisle when no one is looking. She's holding a devious smirk on her face, biting her bottom lip as she feels you grow hard under her touch.

• She's clearly trying to push your buttons, and sadly it was very much working. You were getting unbelievably pent up as you continued shopping with her, your face a deep red from arousal and anger. You were trying so hard to hide the giant tent building.

• As soon as you get home, force Bai Yi into bed and either tease & edge the shit out of her with just your tip, or fuck her like an animal in heat, rough and fast with your entire length shoving into her. You gotta teach her a lesson after all what she did at the store.

✧ CHAMELEON

• Chameleon is sliding up behind you, licking her lips as she looks over your shoulder and watches you grab the XL sized condoms. She can feel a heat building between her legs as she begins to imagine how big you must be.

• She's tracing her lips across your neck, mumbling dirty little things for only you to hear. Telling you how she wants to watch your huge cock twitch and leak from her teasing, and wants to see the bulge you'll make on her stomach when your buired inside her.

• It has you breathing heavily, your cock twitching and aching in your pants as you try so hard to focus on finishing up shopping. Chameleon will leave you alone for the rest of the time, watching you struggle as you can't get the images of her words out of your head.

• It's adorable to see you become putty in her hands when you get home, so obedient for her as you try to stay still as she teases your giant cock, making tears spring to your eyes before you end up cumming all over her hand.

✧ ZOYA

✧ NIGHTINGALE

• Nightingale is a blushing mess when she notices you reaching for the XL sized condoms. She's letting out a little squeak, quickly covering her mouth with her hand as her eyes widen and she quickly turns away from you to continue shopping.

• She'll be biting and nibbling on her bottom lip until it's bleeding as she can't help but imagine how fucking big you must be for those condoms. She's trying to focus but failing miserably as her mind keeps drifting.

• Even all the way to the car, she has her head hung low, unable to meet your gaze in a sort of shame for having these thoughts. You'll have to interrogate her in the car to know what's going on, and she'll meekly reply with, "How is it going to fit?"

• Hearing that has you laughing, before you place a hand on her thigh and squeeze as you give her a smirk, promising you'll be extra slow and gentle with her as soon as you get home.

• Zoya is immediately thinking about how this is a challenge when she sees you grab the XL sized condoms. You must be huge to use those, but it's nothing she won't be able to handle, if anything she's going to make sure she can take you.

• She'll make a joke about how big you must be, saying she can't wait to see you use that monster between your legs on her. It has you flustered and embarrassed as you make sure no one heard her before hurrying away to finish shopping.

• She'll be laughing as she watches you hurry up, mainly because you don't want her to say anything else embarrassing like that. And she doesn't, instead tugging you close to her and whispering in your ear as you leave the store about how she can't wait to taste you.

• Expect a messy, but wonderfully satisfying blowjob from her before she's riding you with almost no trouble, quickly becoming addicted and accustomed to your large size.

[brickeater712]

mesmerism

cw: professor!chameleon x student!reader, reader is in university and of age, hypnotism, cunnilingus, power bottom chameleon, strap-ons, nonconsensual mind snooping (???), semi-public sex at the end, very bad understanding of the human sexuality syllabus

a/n: sorry to anyone who takes or has taken the human sexuality program.

you don’t quite remember the exact moment she had wormed her way into your mind. you don’t recall when you had started looking at your psychology professor that way, and you certainly don’t remember the first time you lay on your bed, thrusting your fingers deep into your dripping cunt to the thought of her. and most importantly, you definitely don’t remember a quarter of your lesson material- because you were too busy dreaming away about your professor.

you think it’s not obvious. you hope it’s not. but you don’t know that your professor notices every tint of red on your cheeks and flits of your eyes. 

at first, she downplays it as nothing more than a fidgety student. but with every lesson that passes by, her interests grows- especially after watching the way you’d cutely ask her questions after class. 

“mi- miss theseus?” 

your professor turns around to see you, bright eyes staring up at her curiously. she smiles, noting the enthusiasm in your demeanor- and perhaps, something more than that. 

“hello, darling,” she watches as your face flushes ever so slightly, “have a question?”

“well… it’s somewhat embarrassing, but- i was just wondering… is there truly no difference between a vaginal and clitorial orgasm? if they both originate from different spots, surely they aren't the same…”

you flush as you ask the question. her lips curl into a little smile.

strange, she wonders. no one has asked her this question before, if she recalls. the only way someone would have to ask if-

“never had either before?” she teases, but manages to infer from your reaction that she was right. she relishes in the way your eyes look elsewhere and the shuffling of your feet.

you're quick to deny it, but she already knows. no matter- she can always touch on that again on a future date.

it was never just one occurrence, either. many times you would approach her, asking… questions… that might hint at something more than an educational curiosity. 

“would you know if homosexuals have better communication than heterosexuals…?” 

a thinly veiled implication.

“well, i wouldn’t know about the latter…” she mused, and walked off, leaving you to think about the answer.

she could hear an almost-silent squeal from you.

you pique her interest- more so than she would've expected. she enjoys observing the way your fingers fiddle with each other whenever you speak to her. it doesn't take long for her to begin sorting through your mind with her little tricks- 

only to see the perverted little fantasies that you hoard- especially in her classes. she tends to find you thinking about her thighs - wondering how she'd look in a gorgeous low cut blouse.

of course, she doesn't hesitate to wear one the next day, leaving you nearly drooling onto your lap. she had fun poking around your mind that day- filled with thoughts of eating her out on her teacher's desk. 

this little game of hers continues for weeks, sifting through your head to pick out your preferences- what makes you fidget, what makes you flustered. she ups the ante as well, walking up behind you when you least expect it, placing a gentle hand on your trembling shoulder. 

you remember her leaning in close, close enough that the scent of her perfume overwhelms you, and her breast only lightly brushes against your hair, and that was only for a mere few seconds before you mutter out something about ‘going to the bathroom’, and scampering out of the classroom like a little mouse.

all she did was giggle, and return to her table.

the day she decides to start her little plan is a mundane one- at least for you. well, nothing out of the ordinary about your fantasies anyways- except for one at the very back of your mind, that she couldn’t quite reach herself. what better way to expose it than getting you to say it?

you only snap out of your daydreams when you feel your professor’s presence behind you- whipping your head around quickly to see her smiling down at you. 

“see me after class. i have something to show you.” she walks away without turning around, leaving you vibrating in excitement in your seat. time passes by as slowly as ever- until finally, the bell rings, and the rest of the students filter out of the classroom one by one, except you.

when the last student finally exits, she looks up from her work to you staring directly at her, and beckons you to come forward with a wave of her finger. 

you stumble forward, nearly falling flat on your face. “yes, ms theseus?” you ask, wondering why she'd ask you to stay behind.

“don't be too worried dear, you're not in trouble.” she muses. “i’m just here to ask you about something.”

you nod your head curiously, waiting for her to continue.

“i was wondering- what do you think of hypnotism in therapy?” 

“mmm…” you think out loud. your professor was never one to hide details about her career- once mentioning the way she dabbled in hypnotherapy. 

“well, i don’t particularly know how useful it would be for all patients, especially since not everyone has the same hypnotizability rate, and it doesn’t change with age…” you offer your opinion thoughtfully.

“what about if you were the patient? what do you think?” 

“me…? i… uh…” you trail off, suddenly experiencing a strange feeling rising in your gut. 

you stop mumbling as you watch her take her pocket watch attached to her belt. before you can ask what she was doing, she puts it in front of your face and snaps !

you blink confusedly, feeling no change in your body. that is, until she decided to ask a question. “well, let’s try it right now. what do you feel?”

you try to speak, but the words that come out of your mouth don’t feel like yours- or at least they feel like they’ve been forced out of you. “afraid.” you blurt out, and slap your hand over your mouth immediately after.

she stands up and advances towards you. “really? afraid? of what?” she almost-whispers, trying to pry an answer out of you.

you can only take steps backward. “of, of-” you stutter, trying to suppress the words bubbling in your throat. 

“tell your professor, darling- are you hiding something from me?” she presses harder, cornering you as your ass hits the table behind you. nowhere to run. 

“n-no…” you look away, avoiding eye contact. 

“really? nothing like, say, a fantasy-” 

you cut her off with words that force their way out of your mouth once again. “of you?” your eyes widen and your body starts to tremble. 

“that’s right.” you don’t see it, but her lips curl into a sneer. “tell me more.” 

not a question, a command. 

“of, of you…” you try to swallow down the fantasy prodding inside your head, but her power is much stronger than that. “...taking me on your lap-” when the words are uttered, your core flares to life, arousal coursing through your body, despite your vocal autonomy not being your own. 

“mm. anything else, dear?” she pushes even harder. 

tears well up in your eyes, but your core gets wet too- being cornered by your favourite professor like this. she places a hand on your shoulder, making you shake harder. 

“um- uh, spanking me… in your office… telling me to keep quiet… while other people walk past…” you mumble out- embarrassed of that fantasy in particular. 

what a cute thing she’s been hiding from me, she wonders. with that, she retreats, leaving you with room to catch your breath. 

“well, that’s all i have to ask for now, darling. next time,” she mumbles, “will be a lot more… exciting.” just like that, before you can react to anything, she raises her hand and snap!

you jolt up in your seat in the classroom, from what seemed like nothing more than a filthy dream, one that left your panties wet. you look around confusedly, only to see that everyone had already left the classroom, except your professor, who had noticed your awakening. 

“good afternoon, dear.” she chuckles, closing her book. “i was going to wake you up, but you were sleeping so peacefully.” she almost coos at you, standing up to walk toward you. 

you’re confused. what just happened? was that really just a dream? but it felt so real…

while you were caught up in your thoughts, she reaches your side and places a hand on your shoulder. 

“remember to sleep early, dear, we can’t have you falling asleep in class.” and just like that, she leaves the classroom, and leaves you in a daze. 

you shift in your seat, trying to process what had just transpired, hyper-aware of the heat in your groin. another cold shower tonight, you suppose, one filled with the memories of what seemed to be a dream. 

the following weeks seem to be a hazy, heat filled one. your professor keeps wearing the exact outfits you always dream of, and multiple dreams of you confessing your deepest desires to her- but always ending up waking at your desk, with her smiling at you as kindly as ever.

you think it’s quite strange- it’s almost like someone is listening to your thoughts, and somehow bringing them to life. everytime your professor shows up in an outfit that is someone just your type, you thank the heavens above- not knowing that she finds it quite amusing. 

once she’s pried enough secrets out of you, she finally decides to confront you, on a day just like any other, sunset filtering through the blinds of the classroom windows. all the students are gone, just like usual, leaving just you and her in the classroom, together. today, she’s dressed in a way that you seem to have fantasized about the most- her blouse, with the top three buttons conveniently undone, and a short pencil skirt, and you couldn’t help but drool over yourself when you thought she wasn’t looking. 

she approaches you in the same way she has in so many other countless ‘dreams’. and she’s straight to the point this time. 

“so darling, when were you going to tell me about how you want to eat me out from under my desk?” she sits on the table in front of yours, legs crossed. she says it nonchalantly, as if it were another question on the syllabus. 

“wh-what? what are you-” 

she reaches out to give your cheek a little pat. “hush now, i know more than you might think, dear.” she stands up and walks behind you, putting both hands on your shoulders. “don’t think i don’t notice you drooling over me during class. you’re lucky you’re a top student- or i’d be a lot more strict on you.”

her words ignite a spark in you- strict? what kind of strict is she talking about? punishing you with a cane? denying you of orgasms? perhaps- 

“listen when your professor is talking.” she tuts, making you snap back to her gaze. an extreme sense of deja vu hits you- has this truly happened before? 

“now as i was saying. when were you going to tell me? after graduation? that’d be too late, no? what other time will you finger me on my desk?” she whispers it now, riling you up slowly as she spills your own secrets back to you.

“i know, darling,” she watches in amusement as she caresses your shoulder, almost grazing over your neck. “i know the way you want me to hurt you, to pleasure you, to take you mine. ” she sighs. “i just wished you’d have told me earlier to save all this time. even though i teased you so much, you still did nothing to chase your desires.”

“how…” your voice comes out quiet and meek, unable to look her in the eyes. 

“that’s my secret, darling. not for you to know- at least not now.”

before she can say another word, you burst into tears. “i-i, i’m so sorry, miss theseus, i promise it won’t happen again, i didn’t mean t-” 

a finger, pressed against your mouth, shushes you. “i never said i was mad, darling. i do find you quite adorable, actually.”

your tears clear up quick, sniffling quietly as you look up at her.

she prompts you to stand up, and motions you to follow her to the front of the classroom. she very quickly, but seductively, strips herself of her skirt, leaving herself in lace panties. you can only stare in shock as she leans against her desk.

 “well? what are you waiting for? it’s in your human instinct to embrace your innate desires. go on, have a taste of what you’ve been dreaming of.” 

without any hesitation, you drop to your knees in front of her and pull down her panties, making her gasp and giggle at your eagerness. 

“no rush, dear, the classrooms only get cleaned at night.” she mumbles, stroking your hair, spreading her legs to reveal her core. you note that she’s already wet- no doubt from teasing and making you squirm. you don’t really feel like taking your time- foreplay can wait for another day- and you dive right in, licking broad, flat stripes up her cunt, reveling in the absolutely delicious taste. you moan when your tongue hits her already hard clit, vibrations traveling through her to make her whimper softly. 

you eat her out like a starved woman, occasionally plunging your tongue into her hole. you push your nose against her trimmed pubic hair, inhaling her scent as much as you can. it makes you giddy, and it makes your eating sloppy.  

above you, she moans as she very gently pushes your head harder against her, nearly grinding her hips against your face. “so good,” she sighs out, “you’ve learnt quite a bit in this class, huh?” she chuckles, but you’re far too occupied to respond. one of your hands, previously gripping her soft thigh, moves to prod at her entrance. 

you move up and suck at her clit gently, making her grip your hair harder. “c’mon, put that tongue to more use… you’re always asking your little questions anyways, yeah? the ones that- oh!- ” she gets cut off as you push two of your fingers into her slowly- “the ones that you think are just- haah, regular questions…” she throws her head back as you hilt your fingers completely in her cunt.

your face heats up when you recall the countless questions you had asked her, poorly disguised in the name of education when really, you were just trying to gather some information about her. she continues to tease you.

“there’s so much that i know… you didn’t think a licensed psychologist couldn’t figure out what you were thinking? how pathetic.” she mocks, recalling that you quite enjoy being degraded in your fantasies. your own pussy burns at her words, almost having half a mind to reposition yourself and grind down on her heel. 

she knows that you’re wet, almost more than her, and decides to offer it to you. she moves her leg to tap your clothed crotch with her heel. you whine into her cunt.

“grind.” the order is short and simple, and you waste no time trying your best to pleasure yourself on her. in turn, you thrust your fingers quickly, trying to make her cum over you. you start sucking her clit harder, earning a “good girl” from her, and curl your fingers into her soft, sweet spot, making her cries reverberate throughout the room. 

“just a little more, darling- oh… next time, it’ll be under my desk during class…” she coos, encouraging you to drive her over the edge. you barely get a warning as you feel her clenching around your fingers, and she pushes her head hard as she climaxes, cum dripping down your wrist. she moans into the air softly, riding her high out on your face. 

“ good girl, ” she mumbles, slapping your cheek a few times when you pull away, a string of slick connecting your face to her red cunt. “much better than i expected. but i think, you still have a lot to learn…” 

you nod, almost drooling, ready to accept any lesson from her. you almost reluctantly move yourself off her heel to stand up, leaving yourself unsatisfied.

but you're here to please her, after all.

“well then,” she moves to her desk to take something out of a drawer. “how about this?” she pulls out- a harness, and a dildo- something which strangely fits your tastes. “it’s time to properly learn how to please a woman like me.” she smiles, and hands them to you.

you fumble slightly putting it on, hearing the metal bits clank together. it amuses your professor, but eventually you get it on. “good.” she purrs, and lies on her back on her desk and gets comfortable. she uses her fingers to spread her cunt, to show you her sopping hole, enticing you to come closer. “come on now, fuck me like you’ve always wanted to.”

you stumble forward, entranced, one hand holding up the strap and prodding at her hole. “miss theseus… i can’t believe this is happening.” you breathe out, still in disbelief. “thank you…” but before you can say anything else, she shushes you.

“the sentiments can come later. come on, you have much to learn…” she teases. 

“then i’ll have to oblige.” you murmur, slowly pushing into her tight, warm, cunt. she lays her head on the table, moaning as she feels the stretch. 

“a pity i can’t teach you this during class. you’d already have me crying on this desk if that were the case.” she drawls, trying to provoke you into speeding up. you take the hint. 

without any warning, you push all the way in, hilting yourself in her pussy. she moans in shock, but she clearly doesn’t mind as she grinds back onto your strap, and wraps her legs around your waist.

you start moving, putting your hands on her soft hips to steady yourself. you thrust clumsily, trying to set a rhythm to please the older woman. you try to thrust upward to the spot you had hit with your fingers, jerking the strap around inside her. her long, drawn-out moans fill the room, and you desperately pray that no one is walking outside right now.

she’s already sensitive- and it doesn’t take long for your thrusts to exert more power as you feel her clenching around you.

“faster, dear,” she moans, hands gripping the edge of the table, “make me cum, and i’ll reward you.” 

the idea of a reward makes sparks erupt in your brain, and you speed up, thrusting mindlessly in an attempt to get her to cum faster. you move a hand to rub on her hard clit, making her whimper on the desk. “just like that.” she whines, drawing closer to her orgasm. 

her moans grow louder in a beautiful crescendo, and when her pitch reaches its peak, so does she. she tightens incredibly around your strap, creaming around it as you hilt yourself inside her all the way. her limbs tremble, eyes rolled back into her head as she processes her orgasm fully. when she stops shaking, you look down and pull out to see a ring of white on the base of the strap. 

she slowly sits up on the desk, panting, sweat-covered, and with a small smirk.

“good girl. you’ll get a reward tomorrow.” she breathes out.

__________

“now class, i’ll be grading your papers so go about your own studies. the exam is next week.” 

groans of ‘yes, miss theseus’ ring about, students jeering at being reminded about the finals.

“good, they’ll be busy doing their own things.” she murmurs under her breath. underneath her desk, you plunge your tongue inside her cunt, hidden from view. she’s good at hiding her orgasm- already came on your face once without any visible reaction. 

“i think i’ll keep you under here for the rest of the semester. i’ll get you a pillow for your poor knees.” she says as quietly as possible. all you do is nod vigorously and continue eating her out, trying to please your professor as much as possible- as much as she wants. 

[eternal-sunshine-222]

FRED HECHINGER MASTERLIST

Hello! My name is Kandi and I am an aspiring author. In this masterlist you can find all my works for this series linked under their respective characters. I write for the characters listed but I will make some exceptions if requested. Thank you and happy reading!

FRED HECHINGER

-coming soon!

QUINN MOSSBACHER

-coming soon!

EMPEROR CARACALLA

-coming soon!

DMITRI KRAVINOFF

-coming soon!

SIMON KALIVODA

-coming soon!

This masterlist along with my others will be updated any time a new fic is dropped or in the process of being worked on.

[kurogane2512]

Was supposed to write this as a Christmas fic but here it is being a mix of Christmas and New Year~

Game: Path to Nowhere

Characters: Various x fem!reader (Chief) (includes Chameleon, Cabernet, Eirene, Langley, Garofano, Sumire, Chelsea, Lady Pearl, Vautour Bleu and Bai Yi; basically open relationship with all)

Type: Fluff and implied smut (long fic)

The end of the year was a busy time for you with lots of reports and documentation to complete, even more so considering the staff had taken holidays for the last week to spend time with their families and loved ones. Unfortunately, as the Chief of MBCC, you didn't have such plans. After all, you didn't have a home or family to go back to. Your days were always spent in the Bureau, whether it be working days or not. You didn't mind it, you liked the place and it was important to be there for the Sinners.

Some Sinners also took permissions for outing this week, most likely for similar reasons as the staff. But a considerable amount was still at the bureau and it was your duty to ensure they enjoy the holidays too. With that in mind, you had already planned everything with Nightingale's help to organise a Christmas party. On the morning of Christmas, the Sinners woke up to find lights and holiday decorations all around the bureau and personalized invitations at their doors. By evening, everyone started gathering in the recreational area wearing Christmas themed outfits and eagerly waiting for the party to begin.

"Did she really plan all this? I'm impressed~"

"She's always so hard working for us..."

"I can't wait to see what's in store!"

They mumbled amongst themselves as they waited. Then, all of a sudden, the door burst open and someone dressed in red and white with a beard and a red bag came hopping in cheering 'Merry Christmas' and throwing candies from the bag. It didn't take long for everyone to figure out it was none other than their beloved Chief dressed as Santa Claus. The children appeared most excited and huddled around you to take more candies, but more surprises awaited them.

"Follow me, everyone!" You announced and led them to the courtyard and their eyes widened at the marvelous sight in front.

A giant Christmas tree decorated with all sorts of ornaments stood in the center, and a huge bunch of gifts were placed under it. More lights and decorations adorned the area along with artificial snow falling down to give the effect of real Christmas as much as possible. You wanted all of them to feel happy even if they were away from their loved ones. You soon began distributing gifts from the bunch to each of them. It was a long and hard process to think of unique gifts for all, but you hoped everyone would like your choice.

"Ah, I wanted this for so long! Thank you, Chief!" Owo said excitedly.

"Chief, how did you know I wanted this....?" Garofano commented with a smile.

"My, this is unexpected but pleasant nonetheless~" Chameleon remarked while smirking.

Many more Sinners remarked on the gifts and thanked you. You were truly glad to see everyone liked what they received.

"Merry Christmas everyone! Please help yourselves to the feast and I hope all of you have a good time!" You spoke after the gift distribution, showing the unraveled buffet you specially arranged for. It was no lavish feast, but it was more than heartwarming for them to see you do so much. Many of them didn't really think much of Christmas and didn't plan to celebrate- like Chameleon, who had bare minimum interest in the festival. But even she could appreciate this gesture. Hours quickly passed as everyone enjoyed themselves to the night and the day was over before you knew it.

You went back to your office once everything was finished and sat on the couch with a sigh while removing the hefty Santa Claus clothes. You laid down on the couch for a moment to rest, your eyes fixated on the ceiling as you pondered over the day and felt happy everything went well. You then got up and decided to complete some more paperwork and your eyes fell on a small box kept on your table with the label- 'Merry Christmas, Chief. Thank you for your hard work'. There was no undersign but you could tell it was from Nightingale, she had also taken a leave from today until 31st. You smiled to yourself and securely kept the contents of the box in an appropriate place then sat on your desk to work.

Some time passed and in another corner of the bureau was the arrival of a most unexpected guest. The limousine stopped in front of the bureau and the leader of the 9th Agency stepped out, her cane tapping on the floor first. She looked at the building in front of her with a smirk then flicked her hat before beginning to walk inside. She glanced at the decorations in the courtyard as she walked, smiling internally at the preparations you did. She finally reached your office door and opened it to reveal your body perched upon the desk, meticulously working as always. Langley half expected you to rest now, but she knew well that wouldn't be the case.

"Ahem, hard at work, rookie?~"

Langley's sudden voice beamed in your ears, causing you to stand up.

"L-Langley! What brings you here at this hour?"

Langley smiled and closed the door behind her as she walked in then stood in front of you. She took a look around the office and seemed disappointed at how empty and normal it looked.

"Checking up on my rookie. I see you didn't take a break even during Christmas."

"Ah, I did for some time. You know, there was the party...."

"Hm, I see."

"Oh, that reminds me! It's good you came here right now, wait a minute."

You asked her to stay while you proceeded to look in your cabinet and soon took out a wrapped box then came back to her side.

"This is for you. Merry Christmas, boss~"

Langley looked at the beautifully wrapped box and was taken aback for a moment, though her expression remained fairly unchanged.

"What is this?"

"Your Christmas gift. I had thought to give it to you whenever we'd meet and it's good that you came right now. I hope you'll like it...."

Langley accepted the box and stared at it for a moment then kept it on the desk. Her lips curled up in a smirk and before you knew it, she pulled you closer by grabbing your chest harness and pressed her lips to yours. Your eyes widened at the surprising sensation, but Langley only went deeper as she stepped closer and pinned you against the edge of the desk. Her lips ravaged yours with fervor, rolling her tongue with yours in a passionate kiss. Her hands pinned yours to the side, holding you by your wrists as she came closer and made you lie flat on the table while her knee lodged between your thighs.

"Mmm.... L-Langley....!~"

You moaned into the kiss, fueling Langley's desire further. She bit your lower lip and continued kissing you deeply until she was satisfied. You were breathless by the time she pulled away, panting intensely while she gazed at you and caressed your lips with her thumb. She smirked as she stepped away to let you stand up and fix yourself while she fixed her own clothes too then picked up her cane.

"You have my thanks, rookie. Rest up now."

"R-Right, I will, boss...."

Langley chuckled and was about to walk out when something came in her mind.

"I do wonder, did your beloved Sinners thank you in return for all your effort? I don't see any kind of gifts around."

"Ah, they don't need to. I wanted them to enjoy which I guess they did, seeing them happy is a good enough gift for me."

Langley stared at you then nodded before turning around to walk away.

"Seriously, rookie...." she muttered under her breath before glancing one last look at you as she exited.

The day of the celebration passed and everything was back to normal. Most Sinners who went out returned while some took an extended outing until New Year's Eve. It was still a festive atmosphere but for you there was no end to the paperwork, you just hoped to complete it all before next year....

Unbeknownst to you, a secret gathering of some Sinners was being conducted in a secluded area of the bureau by courtesy of Nightingale. You'd generally have eyes and ears everywhere, but on request of the boss of the 9th Agency, Nightingale prepared a room where they could meet in solace. Nobody was aware of the agenda of this supposed meeting, many couldn't even understand why Langley wanted to meet this way.

"I gather these are all the people who are interested, Adjutant?" Langley asked Nightingale who firmly nodded.

"There would be more but I refrained from inviting too many. They will be sufficient for now."

"Understood, then let's begin right away. I won't waste much time, the agenda of this meeting is simple. Your beloved Chief organized such a marvelous Christmas party, yet she received nothing in return from any of you."

Langley's sharp words triggered many of them, some furrowing their brows as if feeling accused of doing something wrong.

"Hmm? If this is about gratitude, then I had extended an invitation to her for my private Christmas gathering and she refused it herself." Eirene was the first to speak. It was surprising she came to this meeting considering she wasn't in the party, but she was always interested in things like this if it involved you.

"Oh? What a coincidence, so did I. It's a shame truly, she would have had so much fun at my party~" Chelsea countered, making Eirene glare at her for a moment before letting out a chuckle.

"Surely your little....party would be incomparable to my annual celebration. It's renowned in Eastside and Quinn only offers the best services~"

Chelsea also glared at her before smirking, "That's precisely why my sugar baby would like my place better. It'd be more personal and....intimate, she could have anything she wants and I would ensure the best reception for her~"

Eirene was about to retort when a giggle was heard from the other corner.

"Reception, you say? Then the Francs have most experience here. Our parties are as large as Quinn's but frivolous formalities are left at the door. It's no wonder Chief declined you both to come to mine~"

Cabernet quipped, her words making everyone stare at her in shock.

"What?! I don't believe my sugar baby would discriminate this way!" Chelsea gasped.

"Um, if I may interject...." a soft voice interrupted the commotion and they all turned their gazes towards the source.

"....Chief was at the party yesterday the entire time. I can confirm since I was part of it." it was Garofano who spoke.

"If my word matters then I can confirm as well~" Chameleon added.

Chelsea let out a sigh of relief while Eirene cleared her throat and Cabernet was giggling to herself, enjoying riling them up.

"Just a moment, you say she was at the party the whole time? Did she not take the day off for her own personal matters?"

Another person spoke and this time it was Lady Pearl who had been silently listening so far.

"Yes, that appears to be the case. Adjutant Nightingale can explain better, perhaps?" Garofano replied.

Nightingale let out a sigh, "Chief lives here only; she has no home, family or associates of any kind. She put in lot of work for the party yesterday, planned it a long time ago and implemented it herself since I and most of the staff were also on leave yesterday."

Everyone went silent hearing the surprising truth. They all knew how much effort you spent to run the bureau but they weren't aware you had no personal life to speak of.

"Ah, finally I can continue? Thank you, Adjutant. Since everyone is up to date with the matter now, let me reiterate my point. I don't care what parties or gatherings you invited her to, in the end, she did not receive any gratitude in return. So, the stage is open for ideas. I don't care when it is and how it is as long as you all come to an answer she will like." Langley spoke.

The room was silent once again as everyone seemed to ponder then Chameleon spoke.

"Hmm, and why do you care so much about showing gratitude to her, Ms Langley?~"

Langley's brow twitched and she glared at Chameleon before someone added in.

"That's true. And who made you the boss here?! You weren't even at the party yourself!" Bai Yi was the one to speak this time while leisurely leaning against the wall.

"Would you like to take charge then, Ms Bai Yi?~" Langley replied with a fake smile.

"Ooh, now we are talking! Alright, listen up everyone! We are going to organize the best party for Chief!" Bai Yi announced with a cheer, but nobody cheered with her in agreement and she quiety stepped back.

Langley rolled her eyes at the annoying interferences, she was regretting to organize this meeting.

"A-Ahem, back to the topic. Would anyone like to suggest ideas? It doesn't have to be a party, our motive is to thank Chief for all she has done. I suggest we do something on the 31st and make it a New Year's present for her." Nightingale said.

"Good idea, Adjutant. I agree about making it a New Year's gift." Langley complimented.

"Well then, perhaps we should name the things she likes and choose according to that." Chameleon said.

Everyone nodded and started pondering what things you liked- be it hobbies, entertainment, food, music etc. However, after pondering for a good while, nobody could come up with concrete options. It's not that they didn't think of anything, but more like they didn't know what you liked personally.

"Uh, what does Chief even like? She seems to do anything and everything that catches her eye around the bureau...." Sumire broke the silence with her doubt.

"Hmm, I have seen her often talk with Pepper and Mentor about the plants here but it doesn't seem she grows any out of personal interest." Garofano added.

"She enjoys the plays the children perform, but always denies getting involved herself whenever I suggest her to take up the stage." Lady Pearl continued.

"She is a good food critc and always eats with me when I invite her, but in the end she enjoys simple meals most." Cabernet said.

"I suggested her to read some new books once and she read them all in a month then added them to the library, but I rarely see her pick out new books otherwise." Eirene added.

"Hmmm....something she enjoys.... Ah, all I can think about is the way her face contorts in pleasure when we—" Bai Yi spoke dreamily, until being stopped by everyone.

"Ahem, Ms Bai Yi, while I agree with you, now is not the time for that." Eirene scolded, making Bai Yi pout.

"Hmph, she certainly has a knack for getting kidnapped as well~" Langley teased, making everyone chuckle.

"She is also a terrible undercover agent if she easily fawns over her target next door~" Vautour Bleu commented.

Light chuckles resounded in the room as everyone tried to recall the things you like and enjoy, but nobody could settle on what to do for gratitude since everything they recounted only seemed to show your dedication towards them.

"I....suppose she's fond of taking care of us...." Sumire spoke in a melancholic tone.

"It's her job. Although, she does seem too focused on work all the time...." Garofano said in agreement.

"Hah, so you are saying we don't know anything she personally likes to do? Her hobbies or interests, anything?" Chelsea said in an annoyed tone.

"Adjutant, you must be knowing her better than us. Do you have any input?" Langley probed Nightingale who looked down with a dejected expression.

"No, I don't know any better either. If she's not assissting any of the Sinners then she's cooped up in her office buried in paperwork. I always try to ease her burdens so she could take a break but the work seems never ending...."

"Does she.... not have a life without us? What was she like before she became the Chief here?" Sumire asked.

Her question intrigued everyone, it was true they didn't know how you were outside of your job and before it. Langley sensed the growing curiosity and knew she had to divert the topic, disclosing such sensitive information about you would have dire consequences.

"That hardly matters, we are getting off-topic once again. If none of you can think anything then I suggest having a party and arranging personal gifts for her, it seems to be the safest option and she will get to have a break too."

Langley's proposal was fair but nobody responded immediately as they were still thinking to do something else.

"It is quite simple, I don't see what this fuss is about." Chamelon said all of a sudden, and everyone looked at her with confused faces.

"Care to explain, Chameleon?" Langley said.

"Hah.... If all we can think about is her dedication towards us then doesn't that mean we are the ones she loves most?~"

Eyes widened at Chameleon's statement as if a sudden switch was triggered in everyone's mind.

"But, isn't that—" Garofano said but was cut off.

"What's the harm in that? Don't tell me you all find yourselves to be of so little value for her?~" Chameleon said.

More silence followed Chameleon's words until Garofano spoke up with a smile.

"I adore the way she smiles when I make new clothes for her. She always tries them on so happily and thanks me, she looks so happy wearing them...."

Sumire was next to say, "She is my most treasured person. She participates in tea ceremonies and flower arrangements with me, she does it with diligence and looks forward to next time...."

Eirene added now, "She is my true partner. She never denies playing chess with me even though she always loses, and she always schedules a next match...."

"Her palate is much simpler than mine, she hardly knows most of the dishes I offer to her but she always tries everything and thanks me for introducing her to new flavors. Not to mention, she never fails to satisfy my hunger for her...." Cabernet said with a sigh.

Chameleon chuckled, "Since the day she agreed to be my toy, she has never failed to keep up with me. I look forward to the late night talks with her...."

Everyone eventually revealed their most cherished moments with you since they were the time they had seen you be the happiest around them.

"How romantic, seems a wedding ceremony may as well be the best gift for her~" Langley teased, "But, this has given me an idea now."

~*~

It was the last day of the year now. You didn't even realize how time passed so quickly and another year was coming to a close. You were thrust into this role 2 years ago with no memories or knowledge of yourself and the world, but here you were still thriving somehow. You had completed all major paperwork and were only left with minor issues which you planned to slowly complete throughout the day, today you wanted to feel relaxed. With a cup of coffee in your hand, you came to the cafeteria to grab a bite and noticed it was emptier than usual.

Most Sinners would generally be here at this hour for breakfast. You noticed how many of the older ones were absent, save for a few. You didn't pay much heed to this and headed back to your office with the coffee and sandwich in hand. More hours passed in the blink of an eye as you worked on your desk with unbroken resolve as you were determined to keep your evening free. You wanted to organize a New Year's party but had already used most budget for the Christmas party, still you planned to order some good food for everyone.

Strange enough, nobody came to your office the entire time for any matter, nor did any situation come up among the Sinners. It felt as if you were the only one in the building, if not for Nightingale's regular check-ins. You remembered some of them had taken outing permission for today as well, but the silence was still daunting. It was late evening when you finally completed your work and decided to head to your room to rest for a while.

As you approached the door, you noticed a piece of paper lying on the floor and crouched to pick it up. It was a simple card with the following words written- 'For Chief, come to us <3'

The wording made you think someone was playing a prank, but the familiar scent coming from the paper made you curious. You stood up and opened the door and were met with the sight of a red heart shaped balloon and a similar kind of paper attached to its string, which read- 'Thank you for always taking care of us'

You couldn't understand what was happening. You looked around and saw another similar balloon at the end of the lobby and swiftly walked up to it. As expected, another paper was attached to it which read- 'Thank you for your hard work'

This was followed by another balloon a few steps away with the paper reading- 'You are the light in my grim world'. This messaged seemed more personal, and you had some idea who it could be from but weren't fully sure.

The next card read- 'You are my most treasured gem.' Another personal card and this one seemed more obvious.

You blindly kept following the trail of balloons and were desperately searching for the next one which was slightly farther but not out of sight. You held the card which read- 'You are the most delicious delicacy in this world I will patiently wait for.' This could only be from a certain red-haired woman....

The next card in your hand read- 'Thank you for giving us, me, a place to call home'. Another ambiguous message, but something felt familiar about it.

You didn't realize when you reached the last balloon and were also standing in front of your own room now. You looked around in awe as you snapped out of your trance, wondering who did this but the hall was empty. The last balloon was attached to the door knob with a simple message pasted- 'We are waiting for you ;)'

You contemplated for a moment about what to do. Everything was quite suspicious and you had a few suspects in mind but weren't sure what the motive was here. You had an idea of what awaited you beyond this door. Would it really be the right choice to go in? You could simply ignore everything and walk away, but deep down you were eager to know the finish line of this chase.

You took a deep breath and turned the knob to open the door and were met with complete darkness. You stepped inside and the door automatically shut itself and you knew it was futile to try to go out. You remembered the framework of your room hence cautiously walked forward until you felt your foot step on something like a button and in an instant, bright lights covered your view followed by sounds of something popping and cheers of 'Surprise!'

As your eyes adjusted, you finally realized what was happening. There stood all of your Sinners- well, some of them- with a cake in front and party poppers on the floor. The room was decorated with simple ornaments that gave a positive and cheerful vibe, and the cake was labeled- 'Thank you'

"What.... what is all this?" those were the words that first left your mouth. The SInners in front had similar reactions, some smiled while a few chuckled at your dumbfounded expression.

"It is our gratitude for you, Chief. You did so much for us on Christmas, and every day before it, while we didn't give you anything in return. We wanted to show our appreciation for you as well." Sumire answered your question with the most sincere and honest reply.

"We are sorry we didn't give you anything in return on Christmas even though you did so much for us. Please forgive us and accept this as your belated Christmas present." Garofano continued and both of them pushed the table with the cake closer to you.

You were rendered speechless and motionless for a moment, not knowing how to respond. You looked at all the women gathered around who were smiling and waiting for you to cut the cake. You didn't know they had such thoughts and almost felt guilty for making them think you found them ungrateful.

"I... I-I don't know what to say. Um.... you all didn't have to do this. I don't feel any of you are ungrateful and I don't mind not receiving anything in return. I just wanted you all to feel happy on a festive day like that, the greatest gift for me is seeing you all being happy...."

The words barely came out of you as you stuttered out of embarrassment. All of them felt their hearts skip a beat hearing them, it was beyond their understanding how you could make them feel this way.

"Save your humility for later, Chief. It wouldn't hurt to receive thanks once in a while, would it?~" Chameleon spoke amidst the silence and walked up to you. She stood in front and lighted the candle on the cake then stepped back.

"Indeed. You deserve this, rookie~" Langley's voice beamed from your left.

You felt overwhelmed at the gesture and struggled to react for a while then took a deep breath and picked up the knife. You blew the candle and everyone clapped as you cut the cake. You didn't expect to receive anything like this, but you would be lying if you said the feeling wasn't good.

"Whose idea was it to do this, by the way?" you asked and everyone fell silent once again until Langley spoke.

"That doesn't matter. It was a group effort in the end. Now then, let's move to the gifts."

It seemed as if she dodged the question but you didn't probe further as you were more surprised hearing about gifts.

"Wait, gifts? There's more to this surprise?"

"Why, of course. No celebration is complete without gifts, is it?~" Chelsea spoke.

You waited for them to give their gifts but you couldn't see any kind of boxes or packets around them. All of a sudden, they stepped closer to you at once and soon stood in a circle around you. Their eyes glimmered with mischief, lips curled up in smirks as they gazed at you.

"S-So, what are the gifts....?"

"About that, Chief..... We thought long and hard about the things you like— any accessories, electronics, food— anything. But in the end, we couldn't figure out any materialistic option that you'd like." Eirene said in a humming tone.

"But then, the best option finally dawned on us after meticulous discussion. Care to take a guess?~" Chelsea added.

"Uhhh, I'm not sure...."

"Hehe~ Oh, you are so adorable, Chief~" Chameleon commented.

"We realized the best gift for you is.... us~" Cabernet revealed, making your eyes widen in surprise.

"I-I don't think I follow...." you nervously spoke, subconsciously averting your gaze from them.

"We know, Chief. You care for us most. And we care for you as well, you are the most important person in our lives. That's why, we want to give ourselves to you. Our mind, body and soul— everything is yours." Garofano explained and stepped closer to hold your hand.

You were rendered speechless once again. The turn of events was most unexpected. While you already had sexual relationships with all of them as a form of stress relief and fulfillment, you didn't think they wanted something so serious with you.

"Take us, Chief. There is nobody else who deserves us the way you do, we cannot think to devote ourselves to anyone other than you." Sumire added and stepped in to hold your other hand.

"I...." you tried to form words but none came out.

You could see their expressions turning sour at your continued silence and realized you were making them upset. But before you could finally respond, someone jumped in and kissed you. Surprised gasps resounded around you at the perpetrator- who was none other than Bai Yi.

"Aah, all of you were wasting so much time that I couldn't wait! Stop thinking so much about it and just take us, Chief~" Bai Yi said with a wink and kissed you again.

Perhaps the electrifying kiss is exactly what you needed to come back to your senses. Once she pulled away, you were finally brave enough to accept what was happening and respond accordingly.

"I.... I'm very grateful for this. Truly, you all didn't need to do it but I am very happy. Thank you, all of you. As for your gifts.... a-ahem, how should I open them....?" you said with a blush and they smirked at your question.

You then felt a pair of arms wrap around your neck and were soon pulled to the side by Sumire who hurriedly kissed you. Garofano chuckled at her colleague's impatient action, but she knew deep down she was equally impatient. As soon as Sumire let you go, Garofano pulled you to her side by your collar and kissed you next, pressing her lips deeply with yours.

"Ah, how unruly of you three to steal kisses from her before us~" Vautour said while stepping closer.

You realized all of them had stepped closer to you and were squeezing you in the center, your face turned red at their close proximity.

"S-So, what are we going to d— mmph!~"

Your words were blocked by Chelsea who kissed you next, swiftly moving in and closing the gap.

"Don't forget you are still my sugar baby~" she whispered against your lips.

"If that's the case...." Chameleon said and pulled you out of Chelsea's hold. Her hand cupped your face before she moved close to ghost your lips, "....You are also my toy, I'm not going to stop our little games~". She then kissed you, pressing herself against you.

You were already feeling overwhelmed and embarrassed by the continuous kisses, but you knew more awaited. Cabernet was next to pull you towards her. She embraced you as if swallowing you, wrapping herself around you sensually while kissing you.

"Mmm, your taste is always addicting.... Let me have more, darling~"

"That will have to wait. Come here, my partner~" Eirene beckoned you with her finger. You had merely taken a few steps towards her when she suddenly embraced you before kissing you passionately.

"Just to be clear, the Quinn is still not included in this relationship. You have more ways to go before you can inherit it beside me~"

Your mind plunged in a daze. You didn't even drink any alcohol but felt dizzy as things continued, perhaps it was the feeling of being lovestruck. As soon as Eirene released you, you were pulled away once again but pinned to the wall this time with your wrists held out to the sides. The action and touch of the person was familiar, and you were indeed correct when the person came in front of you to occupy all your senses with her deep, hypnotizing presence.

"V-Vautour...." you merely whispered her name, a small smile growing on her lips.

"A very interesting place you brought me to.... I'm willing to rest my wings here and make it my nest~"

Vautour Bleu husked then drew close to kiss you. Her kiss was gentler and slower than others, but conveyed the same kind of feelings. She stepped away before you even realized the sensation was gone. A hand grabbed your wrist and you were pulled again, this time into a dance position. Lady Pearl was your partner, her right hand resting on your shoulder while her left joined your right.

"You never fail to surprise me.... Oh, this reverie is enchanting and I wish to dance with you till the world goes up in flames~"

She came close to kiss you too, a simple yet frenzied kiss that showed her desire for you. Just when you thought it was over, you remebered someone important was left.

"Enjoying the attention, rookie?~" Langley spoke from behind. You were about to turn around to face her but she didn't let you as she embraced you from the back, her right hand cupping your jaw.

"....You were the one who planned this, right?"

Langley didn't reply and you couldn't see her expression either. She simply turned your face towards herself and leaned down to kiss you.

"Some truths are better left unsaid, rookie~"

As you stood in Langley's secure hold, rest of the Sinners grouped around you again and were gazing at you with hooded eyes.

"S-So, what now....?" you nervously asked them, feeling unsure of the thoughts swirling in your mind.

"You should unravel your gifts now~" Cabernet spoke while guiding your hand towards her breast. Intense blush occupied your face at the soft sensation of her breast in your palm, feelings of arousal rising in you.

Another person guided your other hand towards themselves, making you grasp a piece of clothing covering their chest.

"Remove it, Chief. Your gift is waiting~" Bai Yi probed while holding out the string of her bra that was a simple tug away from being undone.

"This is going to take too much time if we go one by one~" Chameleon mused, her eyes glinting with lust and you knew she was thinking something mischievous.

"Well.... who says we need to go one by one?~" Vautour added, "I'm sure our beloved Chief would prefer to have all gifts at once~"

The suggestion was surprising but nobody denied it; they were all too eager to be with you, after all.

In the next few moments, shuffling of clothes filled the room as you undressed them. You pulled Bai Yi's bra string first and freed her breasts then slipped down Cabernet's gown and exposed half of her body before moving to Chameleon to unzip her skirt. They continued removing rest of their clothes while you moved to Eirene to open her dress, followed by stripping down Vautour and Pearl. Garofano had removed most of her clothes and only left the gown hanging for you to slip off, same with Sumire who was waiting for you to slide off her kimono. Last was Langley who patiently waited for her turn by removing her hat and tie, gesturing you to unbutton her shirt.

You watched in a daze as the naked bodies of the women around you came in view for you to feast on. You couldn't take your eyes off of them and felt arousal pool between your thighs already. Fantasies of flushed skin flooded your mind and left you senseless. You were numbed to the possibilities which sinfully awaited you, your body craved them but you were lost before hungry wolves, uncertain where to start. Cabernet's scarlet hair swept over the curve of her ass, and Vautour's pristine waist narrowed neatly into round hips.

You hid your eyes from the provoking sight but delighted in the sight of Pearl's smiling lips and noting the fullness of Chameleon's perfect breasts. There was nowhere to run, you were surrounded by unblemished soft skin and seductive gazes- each one all too eager to devour you whole. In the midst of such a marvelous scenery, you stood alone like a lone traveller, still clad in your uniform. By the time all of them were undressed, they were already focused on you.

"A-Ah, I will undress myself—!" you stuttered and started unbuttoning your shirt as fast as possible, but the women were faster and already had their hands on you.

"Leave it to us, Chief~" Sumire purred.

You felt all of them pull from different sides, making you anxious that the fabric would rip apart.

"Don't worry, Chief. I'll fix them later~" Garofano reassured.

As if using that as a signal, they applied for force and the sound of ripping rung in your ear as they actually tore away your shirt. Some of the buttons flew off as it was pulled from both sides then tossed away in the void. You couldn't help but feel shy and cover yourself as they gazed at your naked form, even though all of them had seen you this way plenty of times before.

"Ahh, Chief.... how delectable you look.... I can barely hold myself back anymore~" Cabernet moaned while sliding her hand down your neck, feeling up your skin. You were then shoved on the bed which was certainly not big enough for all of them, but perhaps they didn't care of the space at all. More hands caressed your pants and before you knew it, they were pulled off making you completely bare now. Cabernet was first to climb up and straddle you, her tongue lolling out as waiting to devour you.

"Now, wait a minute. What gives you the right to go first, Franc?" Eirene scolded and climbed up as well, straddling you beside Cabernet.

"Hmm, I don't need anyone's permission. Chief can't wait to have me, isn't that right, Chief?~"

Cabernet licked her lips and traced her thumb over yours.

"I don't recall her saying anything of that sort. She's my partner first, it's only right for me to start." Eirene countered.

"What makes you both think I'll give my sugar baby so easily? She only deserves to have me first." Chelsea added while climbing up and sitting on Cabernet's other side. The three of them surrounded you from the front completely, leaving no space at all except the back.

"Tsk tsk, if the three of you are so busy bickering, I suppose I'll have my share first~" Bai Yi spoke and swiftly moved behind you, wrapping her arms around your neck and kissing your shoulder.

You heard the bed creak as someone else climbed up and it was none other than Chameleon crawling to sit behind you as well. Her fingers grazed your nape and she leaned to nibble your left ear, making you softly gasp in return.

"Hehe, nobody knows her body the way I do. It's only appropriate for me to start first~"

"That's not necessarily the case. We have spent lot of time exploring each other's bodies, haven't we, honey?~" Lady Pearl cooed and squeezed in as well. You were surrounded by all sides now and there was no more space, but you couldn't ignore the other women who were looking at you in anticipating and waiting for their turn.

"L-Let's go one by one. I don't care who is first, I don't want any of you to feel unsatisfied...." you suggested.

Their eyes hooded with lust at your words, an unrestrained urge to devour you growing in them.

"Oh, Chief.... you are always so kind.... How do you expect us to hold in our desires if you say things like that?~" Garofano said in a singsong tone, her face flushed red.

"Indeed.... you make it so hard to satiate my hunger...." Cabernet moaned and finally drove forward to kiss your neck. Her action prompted others to also move in and kiss you on different parts- Eirene and Chelsea kissed along your chest, Chameleon and Bai Yi planted kisses on your face and ears, Lady Pearl tilted your head back and captured your lips while Vautour Bleu and Langley kissed along your arms. Garofano and Sumire wasted no time to kiss down your thighs, even making some bite marks on your flesh.

The sensations were overwhelming as you drowned in kisses and nips. Each of them felt as passionate and needy as the other, a sign of their desperation to mark you as theirs. Small moans and gasps left you lips at the various touches; Cabernet was licking up your neck like a starved puppy, Eirene and Chelsea played with your breasts while kissing over them, Bai Yi and Chameleon bit down and sucked on your upper back, Lady Pearl covered your face with kisses before biting on your nape, Vautour was sensually licking and sucking your finger while Langley trailed kisses up and down your hand.

"A-Ah.... wait.... I can't...." you moaned in pleasure, recoiling from all sides but being held back by Bai Yi, Chameleon and Lady Pearl behind you.

"Chief... you are so sweet... mmh~" Cabernet whispered against your skin.

"Just give yourselves to us~" Chameleon husked in your ear.

As the barrage of kisses and bites continued on your body, you suddenly heard the sound of fireworks going off outside. Everyone stopped for a moment to gaze upon the sparkling sight until looking back at you.

"Happy New Year, Chief~"

They said in unison, and you finally realized the extent of their surprise. Entering the new year like this wasn't bad, you thought....

Throughout the night, only the sweetest of moans and whimpers echoed in your ears, and only the most beautiful faces teeming in pleasure occupied your sight.

[mylossmallmustache]

Hi there! Do you have headcanons what kfp villians smell like?

I love this so much 😭

Tai Lung

Smells like wet ground and strong alcohol

If this was in the modern world/ Today, Man would put on A LOT of body Axe spray or just extremely strong deodorant spray

Lord Shen

Sorta the same as Tai Lung, But just alcohol and cherry blossom perfume

General Kai

Wet grass.

Bonus headcannon: He jumps in muddy puddles like from Peppa Pig or just puddles in the rain while giggling and laughing his ass off

The Chameleon

Yknow those satisfying Chinese asmr incense powder videos you find on TikTok? Yeah she smells like that, And we don't know what it smells like I know! But they 100% smell good

Also smells like tea ☕

Thanks for reading!

[dust-sans-simp]

Imagine

Content Warnings: None

If Espio had a crush on you, we would not tell a single soul. But that doesn't matter because Vector would be a very poor detective and friend if he didn't notice Espio's feelings for you. He will tease the poor ninja relentlessly, but at least has the decency to not do it in front of you. After several months of this Vector gets fed up and starts playing the role of wingman.

He will push Espio to confess almost any chance he gets, hyping him anyway he can. And if Espio decides he wants to tell you? I imagine Vector gently shoving him toward you with a "Go get her", only to face palm when Espio chickens-out last second.

I can totally see Vector getting so fed-up that he just lock you two in a closet together until Espio confesses. He's super proud of his friend though.

The teasing only gets worse after you're together, but you can shut the crocodile up by bringing up Vanilla.

[purpleberiii]

"Corrupted mind"

☆Prompt: Chameleon absolutely loved you but you as her friend didn't see her that way. She had to have you and she went to lengths just to get what she wants.

☆Warnings: Slight Yandere Chameleon, smut. G!p Reader, multiple orgasms...

Chameleon never wanted you to be with anyone other than herself. She loved you and would do absolutely anything to have you and I mean ANYTHING, but you never saw her that way, you saw her as a friend that always had your back and that she was.

Chameleon wanted you. She had to have you. She needed to make you hers, so when you and she hung out, she randomly handed you a water bottle since you looked tired. You being the innocent little one you are, took it and drank it, ignoring the look she gave you. You were sweet and pure. Too innocent for this world and she just wanted to keep you away from harm.

She could only do one thing now and that required her to go lengths she never thought she would, lengths that only you brought out.

You woke up in an unfamiliar place, hands and feet tied. You realised you were on a bed, tied up, your body naked and your cock rock hard. Lipstick marks adorned your body from head to toe, a few placed on your dick as well. You looked around and suddenly stopped when you heard the voice of your sweet friend. "Finally you're awake."

"C-chameleon? What's going on?" Your frightened face made her bit her lip in excitement.

"You're safe darling. You're with me."

"Then why am I tired up? Why am I naked and aroused?"

"I hated when you were with others so I had to make you mine, one way or another." Now that you had a good look at it, she was also naked and dripping wet from the bottom. She straddled your lap, immediately sinking down on your hardened cock as a few tears rushed out.

"P-please stop... this isn't like you... i can't," broken sobs left your mouth and she enjoyed them all.

"Shh my dear. I'll take good care of you."

You were a virgin, someone who didn't know about sex or how to put thay massive cock to use so when chameleon sat on it, you felt like coming yet you didn't know the feeling. "S-something's coming!"

Her eyes shone like a maniac as she rode you. "Let it out! Oh yes!" As she kept bouncing and moving you came yet she didn't stop. She didn't stop after five orgasms. While you came five times she came only three and she was determined to milk you dry.

She kept going until sunset, with you on the verge of falling asleep. Once she was satisfied, she let you loose as you had already fallen asleep. Every day she kept you locked in her room, with no contact. She corrupted your innocence until you slowly accepted not only as your friend.

You were hers, your innocence, your body, your mind, it was all hers and there was nothing you could do to change that.