#feel free to request again if this isn't what you wanted oops

[m-ayo-o]

hi i really love your work 🥹 if the emoji event's still open may i humbly request 🍒🐱💜......

tytyty yes... wrote this one too quick oops :s emoji event : 🍒🐱💜 18+ virgin kitty reader x 21+ megumi -toy use, squirting, breeding.. don't even.. look at me. bye hybrid fics

"For a pretty little kitty, you sure are curious, hm?"

Your owner strokes your soft ears as you gently paw at his crotch, perching between his spread legs.

"Kitty, baby, you know you can't touch me there," he chastises, making you pause momentarily, only to start up your soft massaging again when his attention returns to his book.

Then he feels something warmer.. and wetter.

He lets out a little sigh, watching you kiss and lick him through his shorts, putting down his book to give you his full attention.

"Is it really that time of the month already?"

You nod, batting your lashes, as if you could convince him to give you what you really need.

"We can get those toys you like- the ones in your dresser, ok?"

He instructs you to go and get them, to use them on yourself like usual.

"I want owner... to do it..." you plead between your kitten licks.

"Baby, I can't-" he's explained this to you before. Good owners don't do things like that with their darling kitty girls.

"But-but... I need it..."

He knows it's only natural for his feline sweetheart to want this. But giving you what you want would be crossing a certain line.

"Owner, it hurts," you look so endearing you're going to break his heart.

"Where- does it hurt, princess?"

You take one hand and stroke down between your legs.

"I-it feels so hot.. w-won't stop.."

Your voice is making him weak. You can tell by the look in his eyes.

His hand snakes into your hair and you swear he's about to pull you closer, but he only strokes behind your ear instead.

"Baby, get the toys." He says firmly.

"Will owner- at least do it with me?"

"Mm, I'll hold your hand."

~

"Doing so well," his voice is so soft and calm as he slots the dildo further inside you, "keep taking it, baby."

He couldn't just sit there and watch you struggle, so hand holding quickly turned into kissing- which he sometimes allows- then he finally took the toy from you and said that he could do it better.

He gets it fully inside you, starting to fuck your pretty kitty pussy with his free hand gently placed over your neck, where you're splayed out on the bed with your collar on.

"Megumi.. d-doesn't feel right-" you tell him with a sniffle, "'s- 's too cold, and.. not deep enough."

He closes his eyes now. He wishes he could block out your cute voice, too. But he can't. So he listens to you whimper and complain that the dildo isn't good enough, how you're still needy for more, and how badly you want him.

"Megumi, I, I know you're bigger.." your eyes drift to the swell his shorts are failing to conceal.

"Know you would feel better, ple-"

You're cut off by a firm hand over your mouth. His other pulls out the toy, leaving your pussy gaping and wet.

"Baby," his breathing has got all heavy. He sounds a bit scary. "Baby, you can't do this to me."

He bites his lip. He knows he shouldn't take it out on you.

"The way you're begging is making me..." he looks down at his boner that's about to slip out any second, "crazy."

"m-mmh-mm"

He knows nobody has ever touched you there before, aside from the toys you use to keep your urges at bay. But nobody has gone inside with their fingers, their tongue... or cock.

"You want it that badly?"

You nod, a little nervously.

He pulls down his shorts and your eyes go wide.

"ff-- mmh- mmm-!"

"Baby, shh, please," you watch him tug himself a few times, "it's already hard enough, don't make it any worse."

He warns you, then releases your mouth. You take in little gasps, watching him get in position, lifting your legs up by the back of your knees.

"Just be a good kitty," he places the tip of his cock on you now, for the first time, "lie still and let me... let me take care of you."

Even though you had a dildo in you moments ago, it really is no comparison to the real thing; to Megumi. He's so much thicker, he has to work you open slowly, making you let out little pained whimpers and scratch at his arms.

"It's gonna be ok, it's ok, when I get inside- ugh, it's gonna feel so good, baby, trust me."

He comforts you and slides in inch by inch, fucking you slow and steady, until his body is flush with yours.

"That's it," he looks down, stroking gently at your stomach, "do you feel full now?"

"Uh huh" you nod, looking a little pained.

He intended to stay still for longer, but he just has to move, he has to feel you work up and down his shaft until you start sobbing.

"S-sorry- baby, feels too good... I can't stop now-" his voice is deep and breathy. You watch lust take over his body and he pushes you hard into the mattress, pressing your legs back to get closer.

"A-ahh!!!"

"Said you wanted it- deeper.."

You can feel every inch of him now, stinging right at the back, then sliding in and out, slowly, nudging a sensitive spot in your core, then slipping through your entrance. He was right, you're so glad you trust your kind owner- it's starting to feel amazing.

"W-warm- soo warm, so- so-"

You can't articulate how you feel. It's hard to describe. You feel wetter than you ever have, paired with this deep, humming heat that builds with his every thrust and erotic groan. You've never heard him like this before, and it's making you fall more in love with your perfect owner by the second.

"M-Megumi feels- feels like I, I'm gonna- gonna- ah!"

He looks nearly as surprised as you, feeling your gushing, warm juices all over his lower stomach and pelvis.

"Baby, shit- you fucking squirted for me- oh, that's-" he's never seen a girl do this before, "so fucking hot"

"Megumi- owner, owner, you- you feel harder, oh, oh my god- it, it feels too big-!"

"Yeah, that's 'cause- I'm gonna cum now-"

He groans and fills you deep and hard, pressing your knees right to the mattress next to your ears, his movements getting slow and sensual till he's resting his spent body on one arm.

"Fuck-" your chests press together so close, you can feel each other's racing hearts. And he pulls out so slow, watching you drip and spill all the gooey liquid he put there.

"Princess, you need to hurry and clean up or-"

"Will I have your babies?" You voice is suddenly bright and filled with excitement as you pull him in again.

"I think your birth control works.. quite well. But- I don't know-"

"Sh-should we do it again? So I can have your babies, inside me?"

"No, no, princess, you don't want- mm!"

You pull him into a kiss, getting his tip inside you again, making his eyes roll back with another deep groan.

"Fuck- really? You want it again?"

megumi | m.list

i think this event is now closed unless anyone has any particularly amazing megumi req combos :3 tysm

[aliceramblez]

BroZone Brothers With An Insecure S/O 😔💗

Tags: GN! Reader, Self-Deprecating Jokes, Low Self-Esteem, Abandonment Issues, Slight Body Insecurities. Fluff/Comfort.

A/N: Here we go with our first request! I really liked this idea as someone who has low self-esteem, and honestly it goes to all of y'all who think you're not good enough— cause you are! Also sorry it took a bit! I've been sick because the universe hates me 🙃

Feel free to leave a request & hope you enjoy! ^^

John Dory

At first, he doesn't really know what to make of it.

He finds it a bit strange, but doesn't question your odd sense of humor, and will sometimes even join in on the joke by saying stuff about himself, thinking it's some sort of inside thing between the two of you.

“Man, I can't believe I'm so clingy, sorry! Feel free to use me as a bad example, at least that way I won't be totally useless, haha!”

“Ha! You think that's bad? Babe, you haven't even seen me when I'm up at night just staring at the ceiling contemplating my life choices.”

It isn't until getting a good smack from Bruce and Floyd that he realizes you're actually being serious. And the prospect of that kinda puzzles him, not gonna lie.

“Look at you, tiger! Got yourself plenty of groupies already— Not surprising honestly. Don't have to worry about backups when you decide you're ready to move on, either!”

After a performance at the Pop Troll village, everyone is gushing over BroZone because of course they are. JD only barely manages to squeeze past the number of fans to get to you on the other side of the podium.

The oldest sibling looks at you in shock, and has to get closer to make sure he heard you right. “Babe, why would you say that?”

Caught off guard, you manage a nervous chuckle as you play with your hair. “I-I mean... Wow, would you look at the time! We gotta meet with Poppy and the others!”

John Dory stops you on your tracks and demands an explanation, which isn't really good for your poor heart. All you can do is kick the dirt and avoid his gaze, since that makes what you're about to say much easier to voice aloud.

“I mean... You're John Dory. You could date any troll you wanted and yet you're sticking with me. It honestly feels like a dream sometimes... And I'm scared of the day you realize you can do WAY better and decide to leave me.”

After processing this, he immediately holds your face in his hands and gives you the most serious expression you've ever seen on him. “I don't want just any random troll... I want you. You're my number one fan, and I'm yours, so don't even think about stuff like that, okay?”

After the exchange, he's always on the lookout for whenever your bad habit wants to kick in again and is ready to stop it ASAP

Spruce/Bruce

He notices it happens mostly when you're working at the cantina.

Whenever you get an order wrong, trip over your own feet or don't remember how to work one of the machines properly, you'll go into an awkward insecure flight response.

You'll say “Oops! Sorry! Clumsy Twinkle Toes, coming through!” while grinning and laughing along with the customers, but Bruce knows that it's affecting you more than you lead on.

It also happens whenever BroZone is getting ready to perform and you don't know what to do with yourself since you're “standing in the way”, despite being told multiple times that it's okay for you to be backstage with everyone else.

When he talks to you about it, you get really uncomfortable and just say that it's no big deal and that you can handle it.

“I've always been a clumsy person, so I guess that's always making me doubt myself over the smallest of things... Sorry if it's annoying.”

Bruce will then proceed to give you a huge warm hug and a kiss on the forehead as he whispers comforting words into your ear.

“Hey, I can be clumsy too! I've always been the worst out of everyone when it comes to choreography. Don't tell JD though, cause I know he'll throw a fit knowing I don't practice.”

He'll throw in other examples that may seem inconsequential to you, but you appreciate the effort nonetheless and smile and giggle through the embarrassing stories he shares.

He helps you get more confident by being there with you while taking orders at the cantina and praising you whenever you get something right— albeit in private as to not embarrass you.

Same goes with rehearsals, where he WILL drag you into the lounge area to hang with his brothers and/or Poppy and Viva when they decide to visit, too.

Overall he wants what's best for you and will try and push you out of your comfort zone, but only in a safe environment where he knows that if something does go wrong, it won't be as catastrophic as you make it out to be in your head.

You never stop thanking him for being your crutch during these times.

Clay

The moment he hears the words come out of your mouth he's completely flabbergasted.

First of all, who said those things to you? Because he swears he just wants to talk to them—

It's at a sleepover with his brothers and the gals at the Bergen Golf Course, and among the many games, snacks and movies watched, pictures are also taken.

As soon as you take a look at the array of selfies, you let out what sounds like a mix between a laugh and a sigh.

“I mean, at least it stays consistent— in photos, I look ugly. And in real life, I'm also ugly!”

As soon as those words leave your lips, Clay is at your side with an almost unreadable expression, only to snatch one of the photos from your hands. “How DARE you say that about the most attractive troll I've ever met? Shame on you!”

He then starts going around the room waving the picture around to his brothers, saying stuff like “Look how attractive my S/O is! I'm dating them!” while you're just blushing profusely and begging him to stop (even though deep down your kinda giddy about it).

After that day, Clay will do small gestures in which he reminds you how beautiful he thinks you are. Everything to outright saying it each morning, joking about it with his brothers, and even bragging about you to his friends in the Bergen Golf Course.

He's a simp and he's totally okay with that because it's you.

Clay feels like he's the luckiest troll in the world for being able to snatch someone like you since he's “the most boring and uninteresting of the bunch”, so he feels like he's hit the jackpot.

You immediately tell him that he's not boring to you and that he's the best boyfriend ever, which only causes him to smirk.

“Doesn't feel good to know the person you love feels so bad about themselves, does it?”

Finally realizing his reverse psychology, you give in with a laugh. “No, it doesn't. I guess... We can both work on that? Together?”

And so you do, and end up helping each other whenever one is feeling down in the dumps, as a sort of personal cheerleader. You truly couldn't have asked for someone better.

Floyd

You're the kind of person who's very vocal about your interests.

So it's no surprise that you have to catch yourself mid-ramble whenever you're talking about something you're either interested in or knowledgeable about. And with Floyd being such a good listener, it honestly slips your mind more times than you'd prefer.

After realizing you've been talking for too long, you turn pink in the face and start apologizing profusely.

“Sorry! You probably didn't need to hear all of that. They didn't call me ‘Chatter Box’ when I was younger for nothing! Haha...”

But Floyd could care less about any of that. He loves hearing you talk, not just because he's not much of a chatty person, but because he just finds it incredibly endearing.

He'll hold your hands in his own and give you the softest smile ever that just makes you think that it should be illegal to be THIS sweet.

“You're just so cute when you get lost in the moment like that. Besides, I love seeing you happy. By all means, I'm glad you get to do the talking for the both of us, otherwise we wouldn't get anywhere in this relationship.”

You laugh at his attempt to make you feel better and melt under the touch of his lips on your cheek.

After that, whenever you go out either just the two of you or with your group of friends, Floyd will encourage you to express yourself. He does this by either asking you a question directly or subtly incorporating you into the conversation by saying something like. “I think (y/n) knows about this kinda stuff. Don't you, love?”

Obviously this all happens with your consent beforehand, since he doesn't want to put you in a tight spot, either.

Either way, he always values whatever you have to say, since you always bring in new perspectives that maybe others didn't think about before.

He will also encourage you to be yourself and not try and match your topics of conversation with things you think other people will find interesting. You deserve to be happy by sharing what you love with the world.

Poppy and Viva are huge helps in the art of feeling confident by speaking your mind, and Floyd couldn't be happier for you.

You thank him by telling him about your day each night, in which sometimes he'll fall asleep to the soothing sound of your voice, which only warms your heart on so many levels.

“Goodnight, my prince.”

“Goodnight, my little chatter box.”

Branch

Just like Clay, this man is ready to throw hands.

Just give him a name and he'll get the job done before sunrise—

He notices that sometimes you struggle with finding outfits for different occasions, either something casual, dressy, classy, etc.

But it's not because you don't have anything in your wardrobe, on the contrary it's pretty much brimming. It's more the fact that you're not satisfied with any of them because you feel like you don't look good in them.

Branch tries to convince you otherwise, saying that you look great no matter what you wear, but you can't help but feel self-conscious in anything that isn't a good old sweatshirt.

He isn't knowledgeable in fashion (clearly) so he enlists the help of Poppy and The Snack Pack to try and cater outfits to your exact measurements, along with any other nitpicks you've had in the past with either texture or material.

I mean, Branch has backup plans to his backup plans, you think he wouldn't keep notes on what kind of stuff his S/O doesn't like— INCLUDING mundane stuff like their clothing?

He surprises you with these, and you can't help but feel attractive in them since he paid extra attending to the complaints you had from your own designs.

“I personally think you look great no matter what you wear. But if you feel so strongly about it, might as well get some stuff you'll actually enjoy wearing.” He'd said when you asked why he did it, and your heart just melted.

You vow to try and work on your self-imagine regardless, which he gets happy over and says he can't wait for you to see yourself the way he does.

[skiller0dani]

Secrets | Part 3

M A S T E R L I S T Other Masterlist Harry Potter Masterlist

smut | shy!hufflepuff!reader requests info w.c | 3.9k summary | You begin to discover that moving on from Sebastian isn't as easy as you thought it would be.

This was always meant to be more of a Sebastian story, but Garreth is having a bigger role than I expected. Oops lmao but that's why this might seem Sebastian-biased. It was always intended to be a reader x Seb story. Who knows how the story will evolve as I write it though! I never plan the parts ahead of time, I usually just wing it when I sit down at my computer.

I know some of you wanted this to be slower, but I didn't plan on this being longer than 4 maybe 5 parts (knowing me it will be lmao). Perhaps I'll write a slow burn Sebastian story in the future, this was never going to be long enough for that. I hope you still enjoy this anyway!

Song This Song too lol

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 4

The worst part about a breakup is catching yourself falling into old habits that you don't need anymore. Like how you only realize you don't need to go to the Slytherin common room before lessons when you're already halfway there. Or that you don't need to grab an extra muffin at breakfast because Sebastian slept in again. Taking notes twice in Defense Against the Dark Arts, unnecessary. Reaching for his hand in the hallway only to remember he isn't there hurts more than you'd care to admit. You could feel Sebastian's eyes on you sometimes, whenever he was actually at school. According to Ominis, Sebastian has spent a lot of time disappearing from the castle and leaving the grounds altogether. Not that you were asking about Sebastian, you were just...making conversation.

You tried not to worry about him, after what he lied to you about. You tried not to even think about him at all, because when you did you thought about Solomon Sallow. Thought about Sebastian killing him, thought about his poor sister who was all alone now. Thought about how Sebastian kept this from you for the entire 18 months you two were together. He pursued the Dark Arts, taught himself the Unforgivable Curses and used them. All of them! Thinking about it made you want to cry all over again, made your stomach twist and turn. You felt so angry, heat and rage engulfing you at the mere mention of Sebastian's name. Beneath the anger is sadness unlike anything you've ever known. You feel like your heart has been crushed, left in pieces and you have to dig them out and put them back together. You didn't even know how.

Garreth helped, you spent all your free time with him, like you used to before you and Sebastian got together and he practically banned all contact with Garreth. Now you know why. Sebastian knew Garreth would tell you the truth, he knew Garreth would do what he couldn't. Sebastian felt threatened by Garreth, that much was obvious. Oddly enough, Garreth seemed threatened by Sebastian too. You mostly helped him with his potions, the two of you spent a lot of time wandering the castle grounds looking for ingredients. Which is where you found yourself currently, slowly strolling the grounds. Fall was in full swing, the leaves slowly turning orange and falling from barren branches. The wind had a cool edge to it, slowly sweeping in winter.

"You think Leaping Toadstools would be easier to find...seeing as they're leaping and all..." Garreth complained, his eyes scanning the ground for the red caps of the mushrooms. Your shoulder was pressed against his, your cheeks tinted pink from the chill. Neither of you mentioned when you kissed him...but you thought about it more than you cared to admit. You were beginning to think about him more often as well, your mind drifting to places it hadn't been since before Sebastian. You hate that this happened. That moments in your life are now categorized as 'before Sebastian' and 'after Sebastian'. You never wanted there to be an after.

"Perhaps they shrivel in the cold. Or simply burrow further..." You muse, the grounds were oddly bare of Leaping Toadstools. They usually gave you quite a fright- leaping out when you least expected it. Now you couldn't hear the thump thump thump of their enthusiastic leaps.

"What do you need them for anyway?"

"They have a powerful healing property, along with other effects. I'm hoping to dilute them into a new drink I'm making." Garreth explained, his eyes lighting up suddenly.

"Aha! Gotcha." He smiled victoriously as he pulled a few Toadstools from the ground, tossing them into the bag he brought along. You felt the cold breeze now that Garreth had knelt down, his body heat had kept you at a comfortable temperature.

"C'mere, I'm cold." You whined, bringing a smile to his face.

"Patience, brilliance takes time." Garreth retorted, making you laugh.

"Brilliance? Anybody can pull Toadstools. It'll take more to impress me I'm afraid." You tease, feigning an unimpressed tone.

"Yeah? Guess I'll have to make such an amazing drink, you'll be begging me for more." Garreth rose to his feet then, his green eyes a shade darker as he looked down at you. Your cheeks flushed, though you didn't know if it was from the cold or his close proximity. His chest was nearly touching yours, and there was this look in his eyes. It made butterflies erupt beneath your skin. Yours and Garreth's friendship had this new dynamic that was different than before...this tension. It wasn't something you were protesting however.

"It'll take quite a lot to make me beg Weasley." You fired back, slightly breathless as your eyes glanced down at his lips for a second.

"I'm never one to shy away from a challenge." Garreth shot back, playfulness gleaming in his eyes before he briefly glances over your shoulder. He's angry with himself as soon as he does because he knows you'll follow his gaze. Sure enough you look behind you and your eyes land on Sebastian, who was walking through the main gates from beyond the castle grounds. You take a step away from Garreth subconsciously, your gaze not leaving Sebastian. Sebastian's eyes meet yours, but he looks away just as quickly. He kept his gaze on the ground, he seemed different. Utterly defeated. It crushed him to see you with Garreth, but he usually saw you with him more often than not.

You almost wanted Sebastian to lash out, to yell at Garreth, to break something, to do something Sebastian would do. But this? Slumped shoulders, and not even a word spoken to either of you? He's completely given up, and you wanted him to at the very least fight for you. But he isn't. He's accepting your choice, which you should be grateful for. But it's just so unlike him, so unlike the man you fell for. The man who isn't afraid to defy the law to fight for the people he loves. Where did that man go? Garreth watched your eyes linger on Sebastian as he walked into the castle and he grit his teeth. It's been weeks and you were no closer to letting Sallow go than the day you kissed him in the Gryffindor common room. He knew this would take time, knew that when you fell you fell hard. He just needs to give you more time, your heart was opening up to him day by day.

"Ready?" Garreth asked after a few more moments of silence. You quickly nodded, following Garreth back inside to his potions station in the Potions Classroom. Luckily Professor Sharpe was seen making his way to Hogsmeade so you wouldn't have to think of a way to get rid of him. He didn't exactly appreciate Garreth's creations being brewed in the classroom. Actually he probably didn't want Garreth to brew them at all. The castle was cozy and warm when you entered, and the heels on your shoes clicked softly on the marble flooring. You were ashamed to admit this, even to yourself, but you scanned every face you passed. Hoping you'd see Sebastian, hoping he would stop you and Garreth. Hoping you could yell at him, and that he would still be standing there after you did.

But you didn't see him, because he never waited. Never confronted Garreth, never tried to talk to you. It made you so angry, did you really mean so little to him? Were you just a piece of ass for him? Someone he can say he conquered? Another notch carved on his bedpost?

"...you in there?" You heard Garreth's voice then, looking at you with concern. Maybe pity. Had he said something to you?

"Yes. Sorry." You apologize sheepishly as you make your way down the hallway to Potions. You follow him to his table, and sit down on one of the stools as Garreth drops the bag he was holding onto the floor. He turns the burners beneath the cauldron on, letting it warm before he turns to you.

"What's got you in your head so much?" He asks softly, his worried eyes on you. His gaze was making you feel all hot and tingly.

"Sebastian." You said honestly, much to Garreth's dismay. He was hoping the more time you spent with him the less you'd think about Sallow. You really are under his spell. Garreth was trying to be understanding, and maybe he was just biased because of how deeply he dislikes Sebastian.

"Eventually, you won't think of him at all. Just give it more time, you're heart is still healing." Garreth says gently, turning back to face the cauldron once the water starts to bubble. That's what you're afraid of, that someday Sebastian won't even cross your mind when once he was your everything. You have a hard time letting people go.

"I hope so. I just want to feel okay again." You say softly, and Garreth hums in agreement. An idea hits him then, perhaps this is you extending an olive branch.

"Speaking of which...I was wondering if you wanted to accompany me to Hogsmeade this weekend. We could go to the Three Broomsticks, get some sweets at Honeydukes. I'll buy you anything you like." Garreth tries to play it off casually, but you can see the blush dusting over his cheeks.

"Like...a date?" You ask for clarification, your heart thumping heavily in your chest. You feel a rush of excitement shoot up your spine, and you try to keep the smile off your face.

"Yeah, like a date." He confirms, throwing you a smile that makes your insides melt. You feel the tension growing in the room, it's nearly suffocating. You wished Garreth would just touch you, the way Sebastian had. Like how Sebastian ran his hands over your bare skin, how he pressed his lips against your-

Why are you thinking about Sebastian?

"I-I'd love to go on a date with you." You say, suddenly feeling bashful. You want to kiss Garreth so badly its nearly consuming you, but you don't want to rush things for him. You don't want to rush things for yourself. He had a point when he turned you down that day...your heart is still trying to heal from Sebastian. You might just be emotional and confused, and you're still thinking of Sebastian. Even now, the very moment you agreed to go on a date with Garreth.

"Great! I'll meet you outside your common room after lessons on Friday." Garreth beamed, and you couldn't fight the smile as it made it's way onto your face.

You know what Sebastian would say if he knew what you were doing. You knew the look he would give you, arms crossed with one brow raised. You used to take night walks all the time before you started dating Sebastian! You knew how to bat your eyelashes at the prefects, and you knew which prefects harbored a crush on you. You knew of these roses that had begun to grow just outside the castle grounds, and you thought they'd made the perfect base for a blush. You weren't one for makeup but your date with Garreth was this weekend and you wanted to give makeup a try. So after Garreth had said goodnight, you waited until he was far enough away and snuck out of the castle and into the night.

Though, in hindsight, that may not have been the wisest decision.

Perhaps Sebastian was so protective because he knew of the dangers that lurked beyond the castle grounds. Clearly he'd had more run ins with danger than you previously anticipated. Maybe if Sebastian hadn't gone and screwed everything up, you wouldn't be off wandering a little too close to the edge of the Forbidden Forest. You blame all of this on him, and you hate yourself for still loving him. The moon was shining brightly overhead as you searched the prickly rose bush for the reddest rose, you needed the color for your rogue to be perfect. Maybe if you hadn't been so enthralled you would have heard the twigs snap in front of you. Maybe you would have seen the dark silhouette looming in the trees.

"Look what we got here boys..." You hear a voice say, making you jump. You feel a sickening chill run down your spine as 3 dark figures emerge from the trees. Poachers, you recognize the leather jackets they're wearing. You glance behind you, the castle is still in sight, but too far away to run to. You'd never make it. You raise your wand, you know the defensive spells but have never actually had to use them. The roses in your hands drop to the ground, your entire body is shaking.

"You're out late, breaking the rules naughty girl?" One says, his teeth yellow and his breath reeking of booze. You skin crawled when he said naughty girl. The sultry tone made you feel sick, you could see their eyes raking your figure up and down.

"Was j-just about to head back. Goodnight gentlemen!" You say hurriedly, keeping your tone light and polite so as not to offend or enrage them. You try to hurry past them, hoping they let you leave.

They don't.

"Where are you going in such a hurry? Don't care for our company?" Another man asks, taller than the other one.

"N-Not at all, I don't want the prefects to notice-"

"To notice what, love? That you're a dirty slut who likes to tease older men?" The shortest of the three says, his voice low and his pupils blown. You felt sick with the way he spoke to you, and panic was slowly taking hold of you. What would Sebastian do if he were here? Show them no fear and attack first, probably. Unfortunately for you, you were nothing like Sebastian. Your palms were shaking as you glanced over your shoulder, the only thing behind you was the Forbidden Forest. You were sure to die if you tried to escape through there.

One man grabs your wrist, yanking you against his body. You scream, fighting and thrashing against him. He reaches up and slaps you hard, your cheek splitting open just under your eye. He sneers at you, clearly entertained by the terror on your face. You feel tears pushing at your eyes, leaning away from him as he begins to inch his face closer to yours.

"Stop! Let me go!" You're yelling and crying, watching with panicked eyes as the other 3 men slowly close the circle around you. You squeeze your eyes shut, willing this to be over. For them to let you go.

"Confringo!" You hear someone shout, and the 3 men are blasted off you. Fire ignites their clothing as they scramble away from you, and you nearly cry from relief when you see Sebastian quickly yanking you behind him.

"S-Sebastian!" You cry, your hands instantly grasping onto the back of his robes.

"Mind telling me what you're doing out here, dove?" Sebastian asks incrediously, his shoulders rigid as he uses his body to shield yours.

"T-Trying to make blush!" You squeak as the 3 men rise to their feet, fury in their eyes.

"You've got to be kidding. Blush?" Sebastian asks, exasperated. The shortest of the men got burned worse than the others so he turns and hightails it as soon as he's on his feet. The other 2 look Sebastian right in the eyes, their wands raised.

"Stand back sweetheart, let me deal with them." Sebastian orders and you don't hesitate to follow his instructions. You press yourself against one of the trees, standing at a safe distance with your heart lodged in your throat.

"Bombarda!" One man shouts, an explosion bursting from the tip of his wand.

"Protego, Stupefy!" Sebastian is quick to send the blast back at him, sending the tall man flying backwards. Luckily these men are all drunk, and while they were itching to pick a fight they weren't exactly in the best condition to do so.

"Confringo!" Sebastian yells, sending a blast of fire at the last man who turns and runs after his friends with his britches still on fire. With the immediate danger gone, Sebastian turns to you again.

"Are you alright?" He's distant, won't meet your eye. His shoulders are still slumped, and there's a hollow look in his eyes. You nod, feeling adrenaline rushing through you. Your entire body is thrumming with anxiety and this tremendous need. He eyes the cut on your cheek, reaching up to gently wipe away blood before it runs down your cheek.

"Y-Yes." You stammer, slowly gravitating towards him when you hear sounds coming from the forest.

"Risking your life for blush eh? What's the special occasion?" Sebastian is making small talk, he knows you're still angry with him. You've spent the last 4 weeks completely ignoring him, you're just scared. Which is why you're opening up to him now.

"D-Date with Garreth!" You rush out before you have a chance to remember who you're talking to. His jaw locks.

"Oh."

"Sorry." You say instantly, sometimes you're too nice for your own good. You suddenly remember that Sebastian killed someone, he explored the Dark Arts. He almost lost himself to Dark Magic and worst of all he lied to you about it. You feel rage simmering under your skin, your palms twitching.

Slap!

Your palm makes contact before you realize you even moved at all. You see a red palm mark on his cheek, but he doesn't look angry. He looks sad, which is how he usually looks these days.

"I'm sorry, I don't know why I even did that!" You explain hurriedly, but Sebastian shrugs you off.

"It's okay. I deserve it." He says softly, his eyes briefly meeting yours. He's right, he does deserve it. That doesn't mean you want to hurt him, that's not who you are. You still feel your body shaking with adrenaline, can feel it coursing through your body making you squirmy and an uncomfortable heat to surge through you. You eye Sebastian as you take a step closer to him, your body thrumming with energy. You've never been in danger like that before. Never seen Sebastian fight anybody before other than a duel in the hallway. It was...hot. His cheeks were slightly flushed, one still red from your palm. His lips were parted, his eyes downcast as if he were afraid to make eye contact.

Perhaps Sebastian had rubbed off on you, perhaps he awakened an animal inside you that day in the Undercroft. Perhaps you wanted to slap him, kiss him, and then slap him again. Perhaps you just might.

"What are you oomph-" Sebastian is cut off when you fiercely press your lips against his, taking him entirely by surprise. Your lips move hungrily against his, your arms winding around his shoulders while he holds tightly around your waist, crushing your body against his. You kiss him with an intense need, your lips moving against his. You part for air briefly before pressing your mouth against his once more, desperation driving you. You're angry with him, so angry you can feel it burning beneath your skin. You feel so deeply betrayed, and you don't know if you'll ever forgive him. Luckily for you, you don't need to forgive him in order to kiss him. Sebastian will happily take any contact you give him, anything at all is better than the icy nothing you've been giving him the last few weeks.

"Been needing you Seb, needing you to make me come." You whisper against his lips making him groan as he gently presses your back against one of the large trunks of the tree.

"Thought you hated me." He says against your lips.

"I do." You confirm, your hands pulling desperately at his belt. Your words sting, and he would be lying if he said they didn't crush him. But he deserves it. Deserves every ounce of anger you have and more.

"Please touch me, do something. Please." You beg breathlessly and instantly Sebastian is dropping to his knees before you. He'll do anything to earn your forgiveness. Anything. Before you can comprehend what he's doing, he's throwing your legs over his shoulders to hold your entire weight as your feet dangle off the ground. Your back is still against the tree and you feel a heartbeat from between your legs as you gaze lustfully down at Sebastian.

He's turned you into an animal.

Sebastian pulls your panties to the side before leaning forward, instantly latching his mouth onto your cunt. He buries his face into you, his tongue already lapping at you and drawing sweet moans from your mouth. One of your hands winds tightly into his hair and the other reaches up to find purchase against the tree.

"Oh fuck, S-Seb don't stop." You whine, and Sebastian swears you've never looked more beautiful. You grind your hips against his face, shamlessly using him for your pleasure. You've been so pent up the last few weeks and you couldn't as easily jump Garreth's bones. You tried, and he said to slow down. You feel guilt prickling at you when you remember your date with him in a few days, and you're here with your ex-boyfriends head between your legs and you're whining and begging for more.

Sebastian suckles your clit, his tongue licking long stripes from your entrance to your clit before he circles it with his tongue. He continues the motions that make your heels dig into his back, continues to flick his tongue against your clit, causing you to yank on his hair as your orgasm approaches. Sebastian moans against you, his eyes closed and he looks like he's in absolute heaven between your legs. You grind against his mouth as your orgasm builds, and Sebastian lets you use him. He wants you to use him, its far better than not having you at all.

"G-Gonna come Seb, don't stop. Don't you d-dare stop." You warn weakly as you moan softly. Sebastian smiles against your folds, which are puffy and glistening with your slick. He's gonna be nursing a hard on the entire way back to the Undercroft, where he's been sleeping every single night. He continues to swirl his tongue against your heat, dipping it inside and making you come instantaneously. You release all over his face, and he makes sure to lap up every drop until you're shaking and convulsing. Sebastian carefully places your legs back on the ground, his hands holding your sides to help you stand on wobbly legs.

Slap!

Your palm makes contact with his other cheek, and Sebastian looks both stunned and turned on as he turns his worried gaze back to you. He looks almost afraid you'll hit him again, you just might.

"I hate you." You spit at him, readjusting your skirt and heading back towards the castle, leaving a confused Sebastian behind. He realizes at once that he brings out the absolute worst in you, but you bring out the best in him.

"Are you alright?" Garreth asks you the next morning as he walks you to lessons. Your mind had been drifting, he could see it. Could see the dazed look on your face, the faraway look in your eyes. You hug your books to your chest, a blush searing hot on your cheeks. You're certainly not going to tell Garreth you had been thinking about Sebastian's head between your thighs last night, or that you were wondering how long you would last until you caved and sought him out again. Your eyes caught Sebastian's as you turned for Charms, but you quickly glanced back at Garreth.

"Yep, fine!"

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[butterfluffy]

helloo! i'm the anon who requested the jealous Law hehehehe AND I REALLY LOVED IT !!! so uhm may i request again? but this time its a Luffy with a female S/O. IDK HOW TO EXPLAIN THIS BUT BASICALLY JEALOUS LUFFY WUAJEHWGAHHSHSHDJWKJASHHSHA i hope you understand! also, i'm really sorry if i suck at explaining things T____T stay safee !! 💗💗 (feel free to ignore this if you want)

“jealous little boy”

⠀⠀ੈ♡˳· luffy isn't quick to get jealous at all, but when you didn't shower him enough attention, jealousy slowly took over his heart.

⠀⠀➧ fluff | monkey d. luffy × f!reader | oneshot

⠀⠀➧ warnings — none, other than swearing...! mistakes may be present though.. so do ignore them, thanks!

⠀⠀➧ requests are open! do send some requests for me to write!

⠀⠀꒰ 🍨 ꒱ notes: I'M GLAD YOU LOVED IT ANON!! and please shower luffy all the attention u have so he won't get jealous. 🥺

LAW | LUFFY | MARCO

Currently watching over the doctor of the ship, Chopper, who just got better from his fever, your lover who stood at the corner of the room pouted.

“Y/n, Chopper is alright now, so you don't have to watch over him the whole day, y'know...” He muttered, now slumping himself on you, wanting your attention.

“Sorry Luffy, but I still need to monitor Chopper. He's still not in a good state, so I have to do it.” Slightly pushing him away from you, you then scoot closer to the sleeping reindeer and draped a blanket over him.

“Can't someone else do it?? I wanna hang out with you, babeee..!” Throwing a small tantrum about this matter, you sighed, holding his hand to calm him down.

“Yes Luffy, someone else can do it, but I have more medical knowledge them, and Chopper needs me...” Explaining this, the raven-haired male soon gave up. “Fine, I'll just hang out with Usopp.”

He had been like that ever since Chopper had fallen sick. Trying his best to get your attention all to him—but someone else needs you more than he does..

“Y/n! You finally came out of Chopper's room! Is he alright now? Can you hang out with me now!??” Excitedly asking you these, Luffy bounced towards you and engulfed you into a hug.

“Eh... I still can't, Luffy. Sorry. I have to bathe Chopper..” Carrying the small doctor in your arms, you once again turned your lover down—heading to the bath with Chopper. “Sorry for the bother, Y/n—achoo!”

“Again..!? Y/n spend time with me insteaaadd!!???” Whining, Luffy sat on the floor in front of the bathroom's door as if he's a child, rambling again and again.

He's getting annoyed. You've been focusing your attention to Chopper. “Chopper this, Chopper that..! What about me!?”

Pushing his lips forward as he frowned, the now jealous Luffy waited for you to get out of the bath as the crew chuckled by his behavior.

“Ah.. That's refreshing, thank you, Y/n. I can handle myself now.” Getting out of the bath with you, Chopper finally stands by himself, looking better.

“Oops, you're not going anywhere yet, doctor! I'll have to check on you again..!” Lifting him up, the corner of your eyes caught your lover emitting an aura as he muttered incoherent words...

“I'm really fine now, Y/n, so you better go ahead and give Luffy attention before he sulks for the rest of the day!” Advised Chopper, walking back to his room as you chuckled. Going the other way, to your lover....

“Hmph, you done giving Chopper all your attention?” Luffy grumbles as he angrily ate the piece of meat in his hand while you sat beside him, leaning your head on his shoulder.

“Yes Luffy, I'm done. Now you can have aaaaallll of my attention.” Saying this with a smile, the rubber boy slowly warmed up, smiling back to you and hugging you.

“Mhm! That's good! You're all mine again!” Burying his face by the crook of your neck, Luffy went back to his usual self.

“All yours, and only yours, you jealous little boy..” Peppering his face with kisses, the captain chuckled, enjoying the moment...

© butterfluffy 2022

[anxiefics]

Hello! I saw you wanted scara requests and there was one idea from @kichiyoshi I REALLY wanted to see done but I don't think anyone has done yet. So if you did I'd be very thankful.

(It's like their only post and I don't think tumblr would allow me to copy the whole thing)

: ̗̀➛ ib: @kichiyoshi !!

: ̗̀➛ synopsis: looks like you forgot your consciousness was connected to the balladeer's. oops?

: ̗̀➛ ft. scaramouche x reader

: ̗̀➛ cw: written before 3.3 quest, cursing

: ̗̀➛ this idea was so cute!! thanks for sharing yaya

_________ ׂׂૢ་༘࿐

after the time in pardis dhyai, you were even more wary of scaramouche, not that you weren't already on edge because of him. you were just barely keeping your.. rather interesting thoughts out of your head while he spoke to you, knowing that he could read your mind. you could still feel his ghost-like shadow over your shoulder, tickling your ear. maybe you're just delusional.

he's in a coma now, isn't he? you thought to yourself. serves him right. i do wonder if i can see him though...

after a long and hard day, you really wanted some eye candy. however, i don't know why you'd pick the balladeer of all people, not to judge your taste of course (like seriously, cyno has his chest on display. though maybe that's for tighnari?)

"hey, nahida!" you waved to the small god, who seemed to be pondering something, as per usual. she brightened up upon seeing your face.

"why hello, y/n. what brings you here?" nahida inquired.

"i would like to see scaramouche, if that's possible," you answered with a sheepish smile on your face.

"ah, he just woke up a few days ago. he's in this room here, but keep in mind that he is still a bit disoriented," she warned, leading you to the room on the left.

"thanks nahida, see you later!" you knocked on the door as the god went away to do godly things, you presumed.

a familiar, snarky face answered the door. ah, how you hate to love this guy. or love to hate, either way.

keep it cool, y/n. and that you did. though internally, you were screeching. looks like you forgot all about how his consciousness was connected to yours. his sheer bodysuit left little to the imagination (a more modest approach compared to cyno's), kimono fitting loosely around his lithe figure, like he couldn't be bothered to tie it properly. though he has gone through a shocking change (he's a good guy now, or so nahida says), he still had that "i'm better than you" air to him. you'd be lying if you said you didn't find him attractive.

okay, i know he was evil, but he's not anymore so i am free to gush over him right? how is he so hot but cute at the same time!?

scaramouche, or should i say the wanderer, was flabbergasted to say the least. you dare make such presumptuous comments about him, a puppet that rose to become a god? how absurd! he has half a mind to reprimand you about your behavior right now! ah, but he is quite intrigued by your thoughts (which did not match your face at all), so he'll let it slide for now. after all, he's in a good mood today. this motherfucker knows he's the shit.

"hm, awestruck by my presence already?" he raised an eyebrow, unimpressed by how long you've been standing there, saying nothing, verbally at least. "a mere mortal like you should be."

"w-what? no! of course not! i'm just making sure you aren't trying to kill anyone again!" you sputtered, a feeble attempt at covering up your attraction.

archons, really! i wanna squish his cheeks! i bet they feel soft!

okay that was it.

"f-foolish human! do you not realize that i can very well hear your thoughts? you should watch what you think!" scaramouche tilted his hat down, hiding the red spreading on the cheeks you oh-so wanted to squish.

oh. oh shit. you'd forgotten all about that. to think you were so cautious before, cursing him out in your head, because no way you developed a crush on scaramouche. nuh-uh. all that hard work of denial and complaining had gone to waste, what a shame. what would the traveler think of you (not that they hadn't already known, and judged you for)? so, you thought of the next-best option in this worst-case scenario.

to run, of course.

you pushed his big-ass hat further down, hoping to disract him long enough to make your quick getaway. you bolted the hell out of there, your shoes clacking loudly against the tile floor. this way's probably the exit, right? you sprinted past a confused nahida, yanking open the double doors and yeeting yourself (not that you could fly) as far as you possibly could. which, was admittedly pretty far. you ran out of breath as you reached the edge of sumeru city, taking a few shortcuts to get there. you were doubled over on your knees, gasping for air like your life depended on it, which it did.

"ahem." oh hell no.

you looked up to a floating red-faced scaramouche, courtesy of his new anemo vision. venti really knows how to pick 'em, huh?

"dumbass." he seemed more flustered than you realized. "you did it again."

you laughed. "i'm not the one who looks like a tomato though!"

at that, he got even redder, if that was even possible.

"what's this? the almighty balladeer is embarrased?" you cooed, moving forward and dragging him down.

"shut up! you're the one with the weird thoughts!"

"and you're the one with the cute face!" you pinched his cheeks.

wow. they really were as soft as they looked.

[afterhourswjay]

Hi Jordan! Saw ur requests are open so could I request wanderer x reader angst to reverse comfort? Maybe wanderer was having another episode and puts all of his stress and anger on the reader, then he said smt like "i never want to see you again" or something along the lines of "fuck off" 😭. Reader left their shared home and Kunikuzuchi just starts having crazy thoughts (abandonment issues 😍⁉️) then its all just some misunderstanding bc reader just went out to buy some food/blankets (for kuni) or just cool off before coming back to support wanderer. Gender neutral reader is okay and normal teyvat AU too 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻 HDJSJFKDK I HOPE THIS ISNT TOO LONG

Hi, hello, welcome in!! I hope your doing well. I just wanna say that really love this request and would love to write it for you! Thank you so much for sending it in 😊😄

Why don't you just fuck off??

It appears that Wanderer, or Kuni as you call him, isn't having that great of a day. How to remedy this problem??

Characters: Wanderer x Reader Requests are open, feel free to send some in!! Warnings: Kuni is kinda an ass, Kuni goes through a relapse, hurt/comfort (i think, is what this is classified as), angst, fluff

"Why the FUCK do you even care?! Your no better than anyone else, always wanting something from me! Why don't you fuck off?! You can't care about something that you don't know ANYTHING ABOUT!!! I don't want to EVER see you again!"

You'd made an attempt to plead your case, but Kuni wasn't hearing none of it. He was simply screaming what came to his mind first, without thinking. He had a look on his face, somewhere between dazed and crazed, and quickly retreated to his room. Once the door slammed shut, you debated what to do. Either, you could follow him and reignite the argument that just finished. Or, you could go and get some stuff to hopefully comfort him with when you get home.

You move with purpose, getting your stuff together and then you leave. The door slams shut behind you, causing you to wince. Oops. You make your way to Liyue Harbor. Your goal is to buy some super fluffy blankets, and some ingredients to his favorite food. You remember how when you were a child, your mother would make some of your favorite foods to help cheer you up. Hopefully the same would work here.

You weren't gone for more than a half hour before you started making your way back to the home you shared with the puppet. You'd settled on getting him a blanket with a lovely mix of Mondstadt and Inazuman design, and you decided on getting his favorite foods. You know that home cooked meals are the best, but you want something that he can eat as soon as he's feeling better. With that you start making your way home. Anytime someone tried to stop you for a chat, or to ask for help with something, you were quick to refuse - stating that you needed to get home soon and that you'll stop by the next time you saw them. Once your home comes into view, you basically sprint the rest of the way there. You struggle a bit with the knob, but when the door finally swings open your greeted by the sight of a disheveled Kuni standing there in the dark, looking similar to a cryptid.

"K-kuni? What are-" You don't get to say much before you're practically tackled to the ground. You let out a quiet yelp as your head bounces off the door with a smack and your right hand comes up to protect your face from the giant hat. You can't hear much over the ringing in your ears, but you can tell that Kuni's saying something over and over. You let out a quiet sigh and drape the blanket over him, gently carding your fingers through his hair. He slowly calms down, and you can finally hear what he's saying.

"You didn't leave me..?" He sounds so confused and in awe at the same time.

"No, I didn't."

"Why??"

"Well, cuz I love you."

"You... You still love me??" He pulls away to look into your eyes, tears still trickling down his cheeks. You brush them away gently with your thumbs

"Relationships come with ups and downs. Especially when one of the people in said relationship have been through a lot."

He takes a deep breath in and lets it out, significantly calmer. He gently pulls the blanket closer, inspecting the designs. He seems to like it. "Let's just... stay here for a minute?"

"Yeah, but we still have to talk about what happened." You settle down against the door, pulling Kuni further into your lap and resituating the blanket around the two of you.

[invisiblegarters]

Dangerous Romance Ep 4

Here we are again! When we last met, Kang wanted to get a reward for being a good boy, but dad didn't care if he was or wasn't and got him what he requested for his birthday anyway. Kang was very sad, so Sailom gave him someone to be a good boy for.

"That means Sailom can't control you." Grandma. Give it a little bit of time, he's working on it.

And I think she knows, in some way. Because she seems to know that telling Kang she'll find him a new tutor if he can't pass his midterms is exactly the motivation he needs to actually study. Especially when Kang feels responsible for making sure that Sailom doesn't wind up beaten up at the end of the month (apparently this has happened before, which is horrifying. My guess that the time when Kang found him is the first time it went as far as threatening to burn his skin off with an iron, though. Still, it's terrifying because that means the escalation has been happening for a while).

Aw, studying montage. Cute.

Oop, a metaphor. Thank you Kang for hitting that particular nail right on its head, we might have missed it otherwise.

"Do I really have any influence over you?" Yes, Sailom you really really do.

I don't think Kang is gonna pass. But I appreciate how much Sailom believes in him.

And there it is. F in chem. For a second there I thought that Kang wasn't gonna tell Sailom he failed one. But he did. And aw, the reaction was good. Seriously though, it is impressive that he only failed on subject if he usually fails most of them.

The little glance up at Sailom was cute. Oh, Kang. Your face is gonna give you away every time. Perth and his teeny tiny little expression changes that let you know exactly where his character's head is at.

Do they...not know that they can still hang out if Sailom isn't tutoring Kang anymore? Because they totally can. I guess Sailom might be busy with all his jobs but also, it's not like they're never gonna see each other again.

Sailom out here collecting all the umbrellas.

I love Auto.

No but seriously you two can still hang out. Are we really doing this "different worlds" bullshit when no one even seemed to care in the first place that you two were spending all the time together? Although well, highschool. And I guess it's different when you have an excuse. But still, this pining music and longing glances stuff is a lot. Boys. Get it together (but don't actually get it together, I'm having way too much fun watching this you two are ridiculous).

PIM. HI.

Aw damn you show. I was hoping sports day would be an excuse for them to hang again. They were both clearly hoping for it.

It worries me that Sailom's issues look to be snowballing. Are we gonna get the escort bits sooner than later? I won't pretend that I'm not looking forward to that.

Faster than I thought. Not complaining. Even if he doesn't do it right away we're getting the ball rolling and I am so here for that. Let's do this!

Oooh that meal looks good.

Escort escort ESCORT.

Oooh Kang is disappointed. Look asshole, not all of us have money. This is just making me think of 3 Will Be Free though.

Lol but Pim is far too observant not to see what's up with Kang here. I mean, I think he's also just worried. He's got a whole protection complex going on with Sailom right now on top of whatever else he may or may not feel, so of course he's not going to like the idea of Sailom playing escort for cash.

Aw Pim you're sweet but this has to chafe. Sailom still has his pride. My bet though is that he'll reject Kang's offer where he accepted Pim's, because the pity probably feels worse coming from him. Let's see if I'm right!

Oh but that offer is...damn. Okay. Sailom's pride can't be worth more than that, although I have to wonder if this will introduce a new dynamic between them because he has to know that it was Kang's doing that Grandma made that offer. I feel like at some point Sailom's need to take care of himself is going to butt heads with Kang's need to take care of him. Financially, I mean, since Kang certainly seems to like being spoiled in other ways, lol.

And ha! Cohabitation hijinks to ensue? Guess we'll find out next week.

Oh, they better not be doing a Pim has a crush on one of them thing. Please. I like the dynamics without that. Plus I'm still hoping for a ViewJune pair up in this drama. Do the right thing, show!

In conclusion, this better not be the end of escorting, dammit.

[cyberp-1-nk]

Okay..hope you don't mind me sending you another request but Tony has got my mind going with all sorts of ideas...but for your sake i'll send you one of them. Also if you could...could you finish this one first? Unless you've already started on the others, then don't worry about it, but i'm really stoked for this one!

So Anni goes to Tony for her first ever tattoo. Its a full back piece...i'm imaging something like this --->XXX

Its a big back piece and that being said, Anni has to take off her shirt and bra...so she's bare. Tony is just kinda sitting there, trying not to look and he's like "ah...look at that ceiling...what a lovely ceiling that is." and Anni lays on her stomach and Tony gets all the stuff ready. One of the first things Tony notices is the scars on her body. Now usually Tony doesn't care to talk much to his clients but he just decides to break the silence and ask about them and that's when Anni talks briefly about who she works for and her job as a proxy and Tony is just noticing little things about her like how she doesn't squirm or squeal at the tattoo needle and she is just calm and collected as he works on this huge back piece. She's so calm and chill that she ends up falling asleep as Tony works on her, its like three in the morning and she's just tired, but Tony thinks she passed out so he's ready to go and get some water and food to try and help get her awake, but she wakes up and is like...oops and Tony actually laughs at it and mentions how hes exhausted too. So by the end of their session, Tony isn't able to get her tattoo fully done and he is completely booked with more appointments, so he does something that he would never usually do...

"Look....I usually don't do this, but if you want me to get it done soon then you can stop by my place and I should be able to finish it..." and he hands her a slip of paper with his address and phone number..

(tysm! no pressure and please feel free to change anything and go at your own speed! tsym again!)

[ tattoo artist. || simp party. ]

Warnings: None!

Tags: @insane-horror-movie-addict

A/n: Heh...this is cute.

Word count: 1,571

Grabbing his pen and a black pot full of his thin-tipped coloured skin markers, he wheels his chair even closer to Anni before pausing, leading her to look at him in confusion since she had already pulled her wrist in front of him, “You’re wearing a lot of clothing,” Tony muttered as she began to fiddle with the collar of her white tank top causing her to look at him with extreme confusion before mentioning, how it was colder since the Autumn season is coming around, leading him to hum in an understanding tone as she continued to play with the smooth fabric.Tony shakingly directs his line of vision towards the ceiling, humming a nervous tune while tapping his knee, waiting for the 'okay' from Anni— he was never good around attractive female clients, it always felt strange to him.

Slowly, Anni began to reach over to the top button to then unhook it from its loop before continuously doing the same with the others until enough skin of her back were exposed with her shirt resting on the side of her to which then he slowly moved away the right-hand side of her bra strap to fully expose the canvas that he wanted to mark so eagerly. Regrettably pulling away and finishing 'admiring' the ceiling, Tony quickly grabbed his black pen as he then leaned in towards her to start drawing the outline of his design on his now favorite canvas causing her to barely move even despite how ticklish and weird the sensation felt when the ballpoint pen continuously gently gilded upon her skin. However, what got her shaking the most was the constant feeling of the man's breath being felt on her upper body now that her shirt was basically off..

Tony is a tattoo artist who has been working in the industry for a few years. He's seen all kinds of clients, from the nervous first-timers to the seasoned tattoo enthusiasts. He takes pride in his work and enjoys the challenge of creating unique and meaningful designs for each of his clients in the under-realm— so he had completely expected her to be screaming and squirming, but she was completely calm— she didn't even look like she could feel the needle literally grinding against her skin at all.

As Anni continues to lay on her stomach, Tony gets all the necessary equipment ready. He takes a quick glance at Anni's body and notices the scars on her skin. Despite being a professional tattoo artist, Tony is not someone who usually talks much to his clients while working. However, he decides to break the silence and asks Anni about her scars. "Excuse me, you mind if I ask about your scars? I've only seen one other guy with this many— but on his back. He had the strangest yellow eyes as well, the people that walk in here are weird."

"Oh, those. I work as a proxy for a living. It's part of the job I guess." Anni briefly tells Tony about her job as a proxy and the dangerous situations she has been in. Tony is impressed by Anni's stubbornness and how truly nonchalant she was talking about all this absurd stuff. He admires how she has been able to keep going despite the challenges she has faced— he'd probably quit the moment he became a proxy if he was being honest with himself, proxies always looked depressed.

"I see. That's interesting. Does it hurt…?" As Tony begins to work on Anni's tattoo, he notices that she does not squirm or squeal at the tattoo needle. He is impressed by Anni's pain tolerance and how she is able to remain calm and composed throughout the process. Tony is able to fully concentrate on his work, knowing that his client is comfortable and at ease.

"Not anymore. I've gotten used to it. It's just another part of the job." Due to Tony's concentrating, she couldn’t help but keep silent to help him continue with his work causing her to glance around her room with her eyes before landing upon a wall where there was a multitude of messages written leading her to carefully scan the writings that were visibly presenting themselves. As expected, there were messages of encouragement - not that Tony seemed to really care, but it was nice of the client to do so - and a few drawings from other tattoo artists that Tony had famously done. However, not to her surprise, there were a few numbers here and there causing her to laugh silently since she couldn’t help it.

She lays down on the tattoo chair, and Tony starts to work on her tattoo. It's been a long day for Anni, and she feels herself dozing off as Tony continues to work on her. Tony assumes that Anni has passed out, and is about to go get some water and food to help her wake up. But just as he is about to leave, Anni wakes up, and Tony chuckles at her sudden awakening. He understands how exhausting the process can be, and mentions how he himself is drained.

"God, I'm not sure why I came so late if I'm being honest— I knew I would be tired." Anni says yawning— tired tears springing to her eyes, and Tony glances at her. He continues to trace the lines, wiping afterwards to get the excess ink and blood off with a little lopsided smile on his face, he knew where she was coming from, he was similar in that way.

He doesn’t comment on it though. What is he supposed to say? He simply works away, finally finishing the thin and delicate outlines of hsr piece- the first step, before he will see her again for the finished version of the piece. He finally connects the last line, and doesn’t think twice about what he says next. “Welp, I won't be able to finish this right now.”

Tony continues to work on Anni's tattoo, but it's already past three in the morning, and Anni is just too tired to stay awake. Tony notices this, and decides to halt the session. He knows that he won't be able to finish the entire tattoo, as he is completely booked with more appointments.

It takes a second that feels way too long for the both of them to register the words, and Tony quickly occupies himself by turning off his gun and cleaning up her skin and his workspace to get the awkwardness out of his room. Anni tries to instantly stand up, but his palm holds onto her leg- silently ordering her to stay put, which she does. He rubs something over the piece, before he gently lifts her leg to wrap it. “I’ll give you a bottle of lotion for it. Leave that bandage on for.. I’d say until tomorrow morning at least. Afterwards, apply the lotion everyday to help it heal properly.” He lectures her with a gentle voice, before letting her sit up.

“Thanks.” Anni says, grinning eagerly at the now hidden artwork on her back. Tony chuckles.

“We’re not done yet, but I’ll take it.” He says. “I uh..” He starts, as she jumps off the stretcher and goes to put on her shirt. “uhm, look....I usually don't do this, but if you want me to get it done soon then you can stop by my place and I should be able to finish it....” He asks, a bit hurried, before he can chicken out again. And he exhausts himself for a moment, because he had literally been booked with appointments, and he couldn't even finish this one. Quickly scribbling down his address, and number, he quickly slides over the piece of paper to her.

Tony does something that he would never usually do - he offers to continue the tattoo session at his home studio, on his day off. He sees the excitement in Anni's eyes, and knows that he has made the right decision.

“Like a date?” Anni asks, and he really wants to hit himself with how much he blushed. Anni quickly catches wind of this, and smirks, “I'm joking of course."

“I mean, if you want it to be?” He says, swallowing as he averts his gaze, a sight very weird, trying to joke around as well. His hand runs through his hair, chain around his neck and piercings on his ears clattering against each other and making sounds as he moves, his combat boots nervously tapping the floor a little. “It doesn’t have to be.. I know you’re already-”

"Tony, Tony," Anni grabs his shoulders, trying to shake him of whatever delusional exasperated state he was in, "It's fine— I was just kidding."

Yep— that checks in, why would he ever have a chance with some badass proxy chick?

[call-me-copycat]

Class 1-A's Summer Adventure

Welcome! - Request Rules and Introductory Post

SUMMARY: Class 1-A wants to have something to remember summer by before summer is over and school starts up again. Shenanigans ensue.

PAIRING: This is a reader-insert, but the reader isn't the main character in this one, as it focuses on the class as a whole. There aren't any ships or pairings, though feel free to overthink things if you wish.

W.C: 3764... Oops, went a little overboard there

WARNINGS: Mentions of Mineta and Denki being perverts for like, a split second.

Reader is mentioned as a girl by Mina for a second. Please ignore or skip if you feel uncomfortable with that.

Also angry Aizawa at the end.

A/N: I got the idea for this based off of the My Hero Academia Smash! Series, book 5. That's where the base for the story came from, along with some dialogue. Also I tried to fit every character from the class in this one.

Please enjoy! ୧꒰*´꒳`*꒱૭✧

You were laying on the couch in class 1-A's dorm, laying on your best friend Shinso's lap while he scrolled through his phone, not really caring much since you did this type of thing often.

It was currently the late afternoon, and students from your class could be found just about everywhere: hanging out with you and Shinso in the common room, chatting in the kitchen, lounging on the back patio, or opting to spend their time in their own dorm room.

The atmosphere was a calm and soothing one, everyone enjoying the summer's warmth, trying to make it last until the temperatures dropped and winter gained control with its frosty gaze.

You were slowly being lulled to sleep, the gentle hum of the TV going on quietly combined with your classmate's voices going on in the background and the gentle warmth of the sun's rays were all making it so much harder to keep your eyes open, eventually slowly closing, a blissful sigh coming from your mouth.

However, the atmosphere quickly changed when a piercing scream cut through the air, startling everyone, and causing those who were a little farther ahead in class to tense up, ready for action and on high alert.

The tension suddenly dissipated when the suspect came into view, and everyone saw that it was just Mina, who was probably upset about something, or saw something surprising again.

Understandably so, some were upset at this, being on high alert all for nothing. Others were still worried that something was wrong, and still wanted to lend a helping hand.

"What the hell is your problem?!", Bakugo demanded, having run out of the kitchen in the middle of cooking upon hearing a scream, and was noticably upset at the fact that he wasted his time. It was also a little intimidating that since he was in the middle of chopping up vegetables, he came running out with a big kitchen knife. Now he was just mad, but still had the kitchen knife.

"Mina-Chan? Is everything alright?", Uraraka asked, concern written all over her face. She had been lounging on the patio, talking to Iida and Tsu when they all heard her scream.

"I'm with Uraraka, kero. Are you okay?", Tsu asked alongside Uraraka.

"Mina-san! We all heard you scream! What seems to be the matter? Is someone hurt? Do you need assistance with something of sorts?"Iida joined in, waving his hands up and down rather robotically.

Mina looked at everyone, before putting her hands on her cheeks and whining,

"Ahh, I'm just so upset that we haven't gotten to do anything summery this summer! It's almost over, and we wasted it!"

Everyone sighed in relief (some in annoyance), seeing that it was just Mina being Mina again.

'Oh, Mina....'

"Summery...?" Midoriya asked from where he sat on one of the couches across from you and Shinso.

"Where's our campfires with s'mores, our camping trip where we all laugh over the fire at old memories, where's our beach day where we all go to the beach in our swimsuits and stay until it's nighttime, where we all lay under the stars and someone confesses their uttermost love to someone? Where is our classic summer shenanigans? Where?!"

Mina whined in desperation.

"I think you're talking about a movie of some sort..." Tokoyami sighed. He was sitting on the couch beside you and Shinso before getting up when he heard a scream.

Bakugo huffed a bit before storming back to the kitchen, a string a curses leaving his mouth, and a look of frustration on his face. He was followed by a good-hearted Kirishima who was trying to calm him down (probably so he wouldn't do anything with that knife).

Some of the girls began thinking for a second, before Momo came up with an idea.

"Well, summer's not over just yet, I doubt we can squeeze in a camping trip, but we could always set up a tent or two out back and we could bring a portable stove to cook food over" she offered.

"That sounds great! It sounds like lots of fun!" Uraraka agreed, jumping up and down a bit.

"Yeah! It can be a girls only camping night too! We can do all sorts of things, watch movies, make pillow forts, and play lots of games!" Toru jumped in, squealing with excitement.

"Yes! That sounds amazing! It's time to claim our summer girls! So go gather up all the others and the supplies that we'll need!", Mina exclaimed, excited to finally get her summer adventure in before school starts back up.

You were listening to all of this happen on the couch, still a little tired, and saw Mina rush over towards you.

"Up and at 'em, it's time for our summer adventure and we need all∆ the girls!"Mina said while grabbing your arm and pulling you off of Shinso's lap where you had been laying (he couldn't care less).

You whined, just wanting to spend your last few days of summer lazing around and enjoying your free time.

"All the girls, you say? ", Spoke a sudden voice from behind where you all stood.

You looked behind her and saw purple, internally sighing to yourself.

"Back off, Mineta. This is for us only! " Mina turned around and met him with an angry glare, her arms folded across her chest.

"Yeah! You're not allowed!" Toru added from behind Mina.

"Yeah... Especially not you", Uraraka shuddered a bit.

"Well isn't that a bit unfair? I mean, why don't we all∆ deserve a summer adventure? Together- as a class." Kaminari added, backing up Mineta.

Midoriya pondered a bit on the couch in front of where you were laying, before speaking,

"Well, if you want to have a summer adventure too, then why don't you make one for the other half of the class?", He pointed out.

"Well yeah, but I was saying how we should have a summer adventure together∆, y'know, to make more memories as a class and all", Kaminari explained, wrapping his arms around your and Mina's shoulders.

By now, the rest of the girls were gathered in the common room, and some were thinking about this request.

"You know, you did say that you wanted a class adventure, so it wouldn't really be the same without the larger portion of the class" Momo considered.

"Well yeah, but do you really want to have to deal with thing 1 and thing 2?", Jiro countered, standing next to you. She was wearing a light T-shirt with some band name that was slightly faded and shorts, and was jerking a thumb over her shoulder at Kaminari and Mineta.

"Well, it would be more fun if it was just us girls! The boys can have their own summer if they want!" Toru exclaimed.

"Yeah! These guys'll just tell us to put on bikinis!" Another girl's voice shouted.

The room was suddenly filled with a newfound buzz, all the voices of the girls speaking at once, trying to get their say in.

"Ok! Ok! How about this?!" Mina proclaimed, her voice rising above the buzz and catching all the girl's attention.

"Show us one way that you can contribute to the cause and we'll let you join. But no being pervs!"

"If you wanna hang, you gotta have a summery contribution" Jiro added alongside her.

Both the boys grinned widely and looked at each other with an expression of knowing, before speaking in oddly serious voices.

"You underestimate a guy's willingness to go the extra mile for a lady!" Mineta declared.

"What he said! Behold, The Yamato spirit that runs in our blood, inherited across eons!" Denki assisted.

"Imagine! A warm wind blowing across the rice paddies at sunset..."

"While you frolic and chase after dragonflies!", They both started, working in unison to conjure up a classic summer image.

It was odd, but it wasn't poorly executed at least.

'Not a bad image...' The girls silently thought to themselves.

"Or standing on a bridge while you watch fireworks from the next town over" Mineta continued.

"Your side profile garbed in a breezy summer yukata! " Denki finished.

There was a collective silence that passed throughout the room for a split second, before everyone began speaking again.

"Wow! Y-you pass the test!" Mina stuttered, surprised at their willingness to get a summer adventure with them.

"The yukata was a nice touch", Jiro quietly muttered beside Mina, having a soft spot for some traditional Japanese customs.

"All right! " They shouted in unison while high-fiveing.

Soon, everyone got together to set up a few tents in the court yard, and were gathering supplies.

"Yukata are the best!" Uraraka exclaimed, all the girls now having been given a yukata made by Momo herself. Each girl was given one with a pattern that represented something that reflected them.

You were wearing one yourself, a pattern of a few thin yellow stripes stretching out over a black and white background. If you looked closer then you could see a few splotches of purple over the background.

Yours also had a cat paw on the outside back of both of your sleeves, so when you would grab your sleeves and raise it up then the paws would be visible.

The atmosphere was a joyful one, each person being in a cheerful mood, looking forward to the awaited summer adventure.

Students were buzzing around all over now, a sense of purpose in each person, as they all went around the building for supplies.

You looked over at Shinso, who was leaning on a secluded wall, trying to get away from all the buzz and people, just observing it all happen.

You walked up to him and tried persuading him to join in the little adventure, you yourself now looking forward to it as well due to your classmate's excited natures.

He declined at first, so you left and let him be, but as you walked around while helping others set up, you noticed him in the corner of your eye looking around with a curious look on his face.

Eventually the tents were set up, and Mina dragged whoever was nearby inside to join her in the tent. The victims being Jiro and Uraraka, though a few girls crawled in on their own to join the tent experience.

While they were in the tent, everyone else (besides a few students- such as Bakugo) was thinking of different things that they could add to make the summer experience more legit.

While they were contimplating, you could see Mina and the others crawl out of tent with miserable looks on their faces.

"Hooooot!" Uraraka whined, wiping off her forehead with her arm.

"Yeah, wayy too hot" Jiro added next to her.

Mina whined for a second, before seemingly getting an idea, and whispered something to Jiro and Uraraka. You watched as the three walked back into the building from your spot under a tree, the sun now getting lower.

You went to go talk to the other girls, who were discussing with the rest of the class on what to eat for dinner that night.

"Well, we can't exactly have a barbeque because the yukata sleeves will just get in the way, and that would be a hazard" Momo addressed.

"Yeah, it would have to be something that's summer themed, but not too much of a hazard to make", Ojiro agreed.

"Oh! How about a bamboo noodle slide!" Denki and Mineta announced.

"That doesn't sound like a bad idea. Kero" Tsu commented.

"Yeah! Noodles sound great! " Kirishima added.

"I don't mind noodles", Shoji quietly stated next to Kirishima.

While the class was agreeing on the bamboo noodle slide, you heard the door open to the building (since you were all outside), and looked over only to see Mina, Uraraka, and Jiro dragging a tired-looking Todoroki to their tent for him to cool it down.

Sato, Kirishima, and Shoji all went to obtain all the pieces needed for the bamboo noodle slide, so you decided while they were doing that, then you'll go see what the others did to the inside of the tent (and how Todoroki reacted to being held prisoner- because if you're being completely honest you found the situation very funny).

You started to make your way over to the tent, before Midoriya ran over to you and started asking you about your opinion on the whole 'summer adventure' thing, and if you were having fun and all that. You both held a small, polite, conversation, before you started to make your way over to the tent again. However, before you could move, he grabbed your hand in order to get you to stay, not realizing his actions until after he had actually done said action.

He quickly retracted his hand, before blubbering out apologies and rambling thoughts.

"Ah! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to- I was just-...IwantedtospeakwithyoumorebutIsawyouwereleavingsoItriedgettingyourattentionagainbutdidn'trealizewhatIwasdoing- " (...I wanted to speak with you more but I saw you were leaving so I tried getting your attention again but didn't realize what I was doing-)

"You're rambling again," you started, causing him to immediately close his mouth and look at you with cheeks tinged in pink.

"Besides, it's all right! There's no need to get so worked up over something so small. I wanted to go to the tent, but we can always talk soon, ok?" You confided.

"Oh... Ok. Oh! Thank you for understanding!" He started off with a dejected tone that wasn't like his usual chipper self, before seemingly catching himself and ending the conversation in a positive note that was more like him.

You patted him on the shoulder, and once again made your way over to the tent.

Once you made your way to the entrance, you crawled in through the flap, and realized that it felt considerably cooler than outside of it.

You saw Mina, Jiro, Uraraka, and now Toru in the middle playing cards together. Mina looked over at you and waved excitedly, a large smile plastered on her face.

You waved back, but the sound of papers flipping caught your attention, so you looked over towards the side of the tent and noticed Todoroki sitting there, reading a book.

He didn't look that annoyed, he was just minding his own business, donned in a simple white T-shirt and navy blue basketball shorts. What really caught your attention though was the small ice crystals coming from his right side, most likely the girls' doing.

The chilled air felt rather nice on your heated body, seeing as it was still pretty warm outside- even with the sun going down.

You crawled your way over to where he sat, and plopped yourself down next to his right side. He didn't seem to mind this either, just giving you a short glance for a second before looking back to his book.

Mina looked over at you laying next to Todoroki, before exclaiming,

"Hey! You can't be over there! That's where the prisoner goes!"

"Prisoner? It doesn't seem like much of a prison to me", you replied back.

"Yeah-huh! There's guards and everything!" Toru added.

"Guards?" You questioned to yourself.

"Look down and to the side", Todoroki quietly stated, still looking at his book.

You followed as he said, and sure enough, there were three little toy figures sat atop another bare book (probably because they would fall down on the tent's bottom), all faced towards Todoroki.

You laughed a bit, especially upon realizing that one of them were from Midoriya's room, seeing as it was a little All Might action figure.

You sat in the tent for a bit, enjoying the nice atmosphere of people coming in every now and then, along with the cooling effect that Todoroki's ice gave off.

But then, you suddenly heard your classmate's voices grow louder, and getting more excited- over what, you didn't know.

Your question was answered when the flap to the tent was suddenly flipped open, and you saw Midoriya pop his head in.

"Ah! There you are! I just wanted to tell you that the bamboo noodle slide is all set up now, so I though you wouldn't want to get a bad spot.

You smiled at Midoriya's thoughtfulness, before looking over to Todoroki- who was starting to stand up- and you did as well, everyone leaving the tent behind in order to go get some classic summer noodles.

(Midoriya: 'Something back there looked oddly familiar...' *Shrugs shoulders and walks off*)

As you walked out with Midoriya and Todoroki by your side, you noticed that Shinso had come outside with everyone else now, and abruptly made your way over to him instead.

"Well, looks like you finally changed your mind" you greeted him.

"Yeah, peer pressure's a hell of a mind changer", he replied sarcastically, hands stuffed in the pockets to the basketball shorts he was wearing, similar to how everyone else was dressed.

"Admit it, you missed me" you giggled, swaying your arms to the side, liking the way your long yukata sleeves followed suit.

He didn't respond, opting to just sigh a bit, to which you didn't take as a 'no'.

You were quickly taken aback when you looked up to see what everyone was cheering over, and realized that Shoji, Kirishima, and Sato were able to successfully set up the bamboo slide, just as Midoriya had said.

You saw that it was a long piece of bamboo that was cut in half long ways, in order to make an opening for the noodles, and the top was held at a higher point then the bottom, which led to a pan to collect the excess water that ran down in a stream over the bamboo in order to help the noodles down their 'slide'.

Each person stood at a point near the bamboo, and Sato and Kirishima both volunteered to be the ones to drop bits of noodles down the slide for anyone to catch with their chopsticks and eat. Though, obviously speaking, the spots near the top were most favored because you wouldn't have to wait long to get some noodles.

You dragged Shinso through the crowd, and found a good spot near the middle, not too high up, but not too far down. Chopsticks and little bowls were passed down to everyone on each side, and the two volunteers Kirishima and Sato (donned in their own traditional Japanese apparel), announced that they were starting the noodle slide.

Everyone was enjoying their night, and all agreed that catching the noodles down the bamboo was much more exciting than just eating them in a bowl.

Though, as everyone was enjoying their food , exclaiming about how good they thought it tasted, Iida suddenly made an announcement.

"Everyone! You aren't leaving enough noodles for the lower participants! Be mindful, not greedy!" He announced near the lower portion of the bamboo, where Todoroki and Ojiro stood, not getting to eat any noodles yet.

Everyone immediately complied, and soon the summer feast was over. The night, however, still had some energy left in it, as there were still some summer activities that weren't finished yet.

As soon as the everyone was full, the bamboo slide was deconstructed, and everyone helped out in cleaning up the dishes (though some tried to get out of it).

The night wasn't over yet, and so, a giant bonfire was set (up to safety guidelines, thanks to Iida), and everyone sat around it, enjoying the warmth and glow of the flames.

You sat next to Shinso and Midoriya, who was next to Momo, who was beside Mina. Across from you was Koda and Aoyama, and Tokoyami was standing up on his own by the wall, yet still facing the fire.

"Oh boy, we summered it up real good!" Mina exclaimed, several classmate's agreeing with her.

"We did manage to squeeze a lot in" Jiro added, smiling contently next to Mina. She wouldn't outright admit it, but she did have lots of fun that night.

"It was all so much fun!" Momo agreed, enjoying her time spent with her classmates.

"I'm sure that we've all made plenty of new memories now", you piped, Mina squealing with excitement at the fact that her summer adventure was fulfilled.

The mood was finally quieting down as everyone was exhausted, but happy. The air was filled with a new type calm, everyone happy to be around their friends.

The calm air was suddenly cut through by a loud BZZZZZZ! sound that had everyone jumping up again.

Kirishima quickly jumped to action, announcing what it was.

"That sounds like the smoke alarm!"

Sato jumped in, "Is it because of the bonfire?!"

"We need to put it out!" Uraraka exclaimed, the loud alarm making her panic.

Everyone heard a FSSHHHH! sound from above and looked up.

"Gah! The sprinklers are going off on the upper floors!" Sero groaned.

Everyone groaned and sighed, the calm atmosphere completely evaporated by now, and filled with a new sense of panic.

You looked up, and counted the floors, before realizing to your horror that your dorm room is on one of the floors where the sprinklers were going off. You groaned at this, raking your fingers down your face. Now all of your things are going to be all wet. Forget that, all your summer homework is going to be ruined! And you worked hard on that!

"Oh no! Sensei might show up!" Mina hollered, not wanting to get in trouble on her summer adventure day.

"What do we do?" Toru asked, confused as to how anyone can stop the chaos that sparked from nowhere.

However she was interrupted by Mineta shrieking and pointing at something behind everyone.

Everyone turned around to see a soaked Bakugo, completely drenched in water, and a deadly glare on his face.

You could see Midoriya visibly pale beside you, stiffening up like a pole.

On the other hand, Shinso hasn't reacted to anything that had just happened, only really startling a bit when the fire alarm went off.

"You wanna make a racket down here? Be my freakin' guests. But getting me soaked? Nu-uh." Bakugo growled out, letting a lone explosion out from his hand.

"Not this guy!" Sero shouted, Denki cowering right next to him.

Instantaneously they all heard another voice behind Bakugo.

"What do you all think you're doing?!" Aizawa bellowed, making his way over to everyone.

"And especially not this guy! "Everyone wailed.

Those were certainly summer memories that no one would forget.

Extra Note(s):

Thank you so much for reading! I really liked the idea of a classic Japanese summer adventure, so I decided to try writing something that I hadn't thought of: one with the entire class 1-a.

I hope you enjoyed, it's a bit rough, but I'll be working on it! Feel free to reblog, or use for other purposes, like for example those audio YouTube channels that read out fanfiction. Just let me know whatever it is that you do!

Requests are always open, just please read my rules and I will do my best!

Thank you, and I hope you have a lovely day *ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ✩‧₊˚

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[illusionsofdreaming]

Just saw your post stating you take summoner requests so...Prince Xander confessing their affections to their Summoner pls? I refuse to go on anon I will die of fluff in public like I should.

Notes: *SALUTES TO THE BRAVE ONE*

Ft: Xander

“I give!” You collapsed backwards on the dusty training grounds, throwing aside the training sword with much more vehemence than it probably deserved as you wheezed pathetically for breath.

It had barely been fifteen minutes but you’ve been introduced to the ground more times than you cared to admit. Everything hurts and you’re sure your bruises have bruises.

A shadow fell over you. “You’ve improved.”

You scoffed, glaring balefully at the prince who didn’t even have the decency to pretend to be slightly out of breath. And after dragging you into this mess in the first place.

“Yeah I think I’ll stick to studying tactic books instead.” You groaned as you slung an arm across your forehead.

Curiosity had you agreeing to indulge in his request to spar but unlike most warriors here who seem to learn deep things about their opponents in trading blows you gained no such special insight, only painful reminders that you’re still not hero material.

Xander chuckled as he sat down next to you, golden perms still as perfect as ever. The Nohrian Prince opted to dress down for the bout, dressed in simple loose white shirt and tanned pants, which you observed did not take away from his regal look. It looked nice on him.  

It was still early in the morning so the training grounds were empty aside from the two of you. The silence observed as you caught your breath however was not at all awkward. It seems the time you’ve spent around one another have made you comfortable to each other’s presence.

You were close to drifting off when Xander spoke. “After all this time I have yet to thank you properly.”

You blinked awake, drowsiness dispersing at his words. “What?”

“For bringing me into the order,” he clarified. “despite having fought on opposite sides once.”

You turned your head to look at him and thought about all the other shady heroes in your company who probably warranted some serious background checks. “You’re thanking the wrong person, it’s all Breidablik’s idea.” And you delighted in the chuckle it drew from him.

Still, you believed his words probably deserved better than your poor attempts at levity. “It’s a feeling I suppose.” You started slowly as the gravity of the topic seeped into you and you had to pause to sort through your thoughts on the matter. “War has always been larger than the individual, I cannot judge a person fighting for their ideals when we’re doing the same. I saw how you treated Veronica, I believed you’re not a bad person at heart.”

“That’s..” He seemed to think about your words. “Pardon my words but that’s quite naive.”

Ouch. You winced and looked away. Goes to show that not everyone can spout idealistic words and get away with it like most of those blue haired lords. You forced out a laugh. “Yeah, I suppose so. I am still quite new to this.”

“But I don’t dislike it.”

You were moving to sit up but paused when he said that, surprised as you turned to him and found him smiling.

“From the way you struggle with weapons, to your frantic reactions on the battlefields and genuine treatment of others, I can see that you came from a world that’s peaceful, without bloodshed and war.”

“We’re not without war.” You corrected softly, crossing your arms around your knees. “We’ve had wars so great it encapsulated the entire world, it scarred the lands and lost so much... Even now there’s still discord in certain parts but at least most of us can claim to have the privilege of being able to grow up in an environment where we do not have to face the effects of one.” It was true. Perhaps some heroes might think this made you weak and vulnerable in this world. After all, back home you never had to lead lives, you didn’t have to worry about survival, you never had to watch people you know get cut down before your eyes.

Warmth blanketed you and you reached up to touch the material, you briefly wondered when he got up to grab his cape from the side.

The prince sat down, his shoulder brushed against yours and despite yourself you felt comforted by the contact. “To be able to live without fear of tomorrow and to grow up without the need to be adept at wielding any kind of weapon or staff.. That’s what I wish to bring to my people as well.“

It’s an ambitious dream. A dream that, you knew, many of the heroes here shared. “It’s not going to be easy.” It’s going to take a lot of sacrifices and bloodshed. It might not even be accomplished by him. You didn’t have to voice that out since you knew the prince would understand this far too well.

You found yourself desperately wanting to understand the look in his eyes as he glanced down at his hands. You wondered what he saw in his palms, in the scars and callouses of his fingers. “There are days where reaching this dream seemed impossible. Times when the stain of lives stolen wouldn’t leave my hands. The burden of my decisions and role crushes like a mountain and there have been moments I’m ashamed to admit that I’ve thought of giving up, to instead let others carry this weight.”

“Xander..”

“Then there’s you picking up dropped biscuits and eating them-“

Wait what- You spluttered, completely thrown by the sudden change in direction of the conversation. “That was one time and there’s this thing called the three seconds rul-“

“And losing your head when Alfonse sudden sat up-“

“There’s no such thing as magical healing in my world! I thought he died!”

Xander laughed as you grabbed his shirt to shake him and his hands wrapped over yours gently, holding you in place. “What about when you couldn’t figure out the right side of a dagger-“

“That dagger was sharp on both ends!”

“And that time you called his highness Gustav, ‘Dad’.”

Blood rushed to your face as you dropped your head against his chest in mortification. He promised to never mention that horror story ever again!

Xander’s laughter filled the air and you’re surprised there aren’t people rushing into the training grounds to investigate what’s got the normally collected Nohrian crown prince in fits. When he finally calmed down there were tears in his eyes and his cheeks were flushed.

His hand reached out to ruffle your hair which you very petulantly slapped away and he chuckled. “You’re the best example that proves that peace can be the norm, perhaps it’s not inaccurate to say that you’re an embodiment of my dream.”

For some reason you felt your cheeks flush at his words even though you knew that wasn’t what he meant. “You’ve become cheesy Xander.”

His smile was wide as he tugged you closer and you hoped he didn’t notice how your breathing stuttered. “You have that effect on me.”

Your throat is dry as you narrowed your eyes, heartbeat pounding loudly in your ears. “Are you criticising or complimenting me?” You still remembered how to sass even if everything about this situation was turning your mind blank.

His lips twitched at the corners. “I can’t begin to imagine what would prompt you to question my sincerity. I’ve only got the best compliments for you.” To which in response you scoffed at.

The smile on his face was patient and amused as he leaned over to tuck a strand of hair around your ear and warmth blossomed across your skin where his finger lingered. “You’re adorable when you’re oblivious.”

“But it’s alright. I can wait.”

[peachyysugaa]

honey

― youtube couple!park jongseong x reader

but how much does jay really like honey?

genre: humor, fluff

wc: 1.3k

warnings: y/i means your first name initial!, cw food

part of my youtuber enhypen series, the first upload! feel free to read by itself~ ♞──────────────────────────♞

"hi everyone, we are jay!" jay starts you two off.

"and y/i!" you finish, clapping your hands as jay smiles at you fondly. "so as you probably guessed from the title, we're testing jay's love for honey."

"yea, if you guys are new to this channel, i eat it whenever i'm stressed," he explains.

"he does it straight too!" you exclaim. "when i first saw it, i was literally the eye, lip, eye emoji face."

let's try again line break insurance ;;w;; thank you to the anon who told me!

"if you don't know, riki is part of our friend group, his channel's called muramurariki where he does pranks and mukbangs where he heats stuff up. y/n finds it disgusting," jay explains again.

"yah! because it is! you put yogurt in the fridge to preserve it and it's a cool summer treat! this is an offense to yogurtland," y/n shouts. "and fruits are best cold!" your boyfriend playfully pushes you as you roll your eyes and settle down.

"anyways, y/n has some honey products prepared for me, and we're going to see if i will actually like them," jay segways.

"yup, so it's time to close your eyes, jay!" you say and reach for the angry bird blindfold given to you by one of your subscribers to put it over jay's eyes.

testing his sight, you wave a hand over it multiple times. "you can't see, right, seongie?"

"nope!" he affirms with a thumbs up. smiling, you hurry to grab your first product, pretty tame compared to the next two. scrambling back with the tub of ice cream, you show the camera with a hand behind the product so that it can focus on the label. it's buttermilk honey flavor ice cream. you're sure it's great, nothing can go wrong with ice cream for the most part.

carefully, you make a large scoop and place it into the bowl. the milky white ice cream almost looks like vanilla if it weren't for the few chunks and swirls of honey here and there. you grab a spoonful and have it ready for jay to taste.

"okay, jay, open your mouth," you order. he complies immediately, and you place the spoon in his mouth.

as soon as the ice cream hits his tongue, his reactions start. "oh! mmm..! this is really good! honey-flavored ice cream?" it causes you to erupt in giggles as you place another spoonful in his mouth.

"close!" you say and then proceed to correct him. "it's buttermilk honey ice cream."

"well, it has my seal of approval. could use more honey on top though," jay comments. you scoff slightly, shake your head, and roll your eyes at him. "hey, i can hear you rolling your eyes at me!"

"oops~" you tease, running away to grab your next product. as you come back and show the bag of honey-flavored cheese puffs to the future audience, it's hard to mask the sound of the plastic bag crinkling, so jay is naturally curious.

"a bag of chips? honey-flavored?" jay guesses.

"kinda! just wait and find out," you tell him. seeing his lonely pout makes you want to kiss it so you reach forward and follow your instincts, giving him a short and sweet one.

"hmm... very sweet," he plays along when you go back to reach for the actual snack.

"yea, yea, we'll edit that out later. open your mouth, babe."

again, he easily complies to your request, and you pop a single puff into his mouth.

"yooo... what?" you just know his eyebrows are raising in surprise under the blindfold. "this is strange, cheese and honey? honey cheese puffs?"

"ding ding!" you congratulate. "your review?"

"hmm... i liked the ice cream better, but this isn't too bad for a weird combo," he critiques. "i swear you've given me worse, baby."

you stifle your giggles, knowing fully well how bad the last product tastes. for new year's, your mom had sent you a jar of manuca honey. she had told you that it was good for your health and that you should try it, and like the good child you are, you obliged: only to find the most bitter honey ever with the texture of wet sand. the manuca honey was actually the whole reason you suggested the video to jay, and lo and behold, here you are filming it. you hid it from jay with much difficulty, and finally you're here.

"are you ready for the last one, seongie?" you ask him.

"give me your worst."

"well, you asked for it. hang tight." and with that, you went off to grab the awaited jar. showing it off to the camera, you wrote a note saying, "this is really bad!" to let your viewers know what was going to come. a spoonful of the gross honey is made and brought close to jay but not close enough for him to smell. "alright, bubs, last one! open up."

for the last time, jay opens his mouth to receive a bitter taste from the spoon you deliver him. his eyes widen upon contact, and he practically rips off his blindfold in shock at the grossness while you fall to the floor laughing. "yah! are you trying to kill me?!" he sticks out his tongue, face scrunching in disgust. "bleh, bleh!"

from the floor, your laughter is not ceasing, but you hand him a water bottle you prepared. he gives a quick thanks before chugging the whole thing and gasping for breath.

"oh my god, what was that?"

"m-manuca honey!" you explain, trying to contain your laughter. "my mom gave it to me, and i thought of doing this video to see your reaction."

"is this the vegemite of honey or something? ugh, disgusting!" jay complains. he reaches for the pint of ice cream and starts eating it straight from the container.

you wipe your tears of laughter while you stand up and join him on the couch. "hey, what if jake likes vegemite? you should apologize to all the people that like it."

jay bows and gives a quick sorry. "sorry, vegemite lovers!"

"okay, everyone! as you can see, jay doesn't like all honey products: there are clearly some exceptions," you say to the camera, jumping back to youtuber mode.

"can we throw that jar away?" jay asks immediately, which makes you burst into laughter again. "y/n babe, this isn't a joke."

"yea, i'm sure my mom wouldn't want you hating her for sending us that," you agree.

"thank you but no thank you, mrs. l/n!" jay shouts to the camera with a hand going straight down and then bowing.

"i think jay's ranking is clear, so let us know what you think about this video! i had lots of fun," you say. jay rolls his eyes at your comment as you wrap your arms around him.

"you had lots of fun!" he fights but laughs it off to do your outro together.

"until next time!" the two of you say to the camera. "this has been jay!"

"and y/i! thank you for watching!" waving goodbye to the viewers, you don't notice jay reaching for your cheeks to pinch them. you chuckle at his antics and playfully and lightly slap his hands away trying to pinch his in retaliation.

finally you get up to turn off the camera, and as soon as you turn it off, you spot jay continuing the honey ice cream from earlier, eyes closed in bliss of the sweetness.

"do you want some manuca honey on top, babe?" you tease.

he whines at your comment. "oh please no."

a/n: inspired by the manuca honey jar sitting in my pantry that my mom alone eats and jay's i-land moment he's so cute dbsjfnsifja i loosely based this on one of my favorite youtube couples, slice and rice :3c i just love their dynamic and their relationship <

[biisexualemma]

pretend pt.3. oscar diaz

word count: 1583

warnings: not really, a little sad and angsty, a bit of language but happy ending dw!

requested: 'Pretend pt.3?'

plot: oscar loves you, but you’re not convinced it can work

a/n: um thank u to those few who have waited literal months for this last part! i am struggling to write oscar atm but it’s here! and i hope you like it! oop ‘cause i kinda hate this and it took me months to figure out how to end this— anyway it’s here lol read and lmk what you think even if ye hate it

pt.1. / pt.2.

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"i think i'm falling in love with you."

you blinked, the rest of your body seemed frozen for a moment afterwards. that had been the last thing you'd ever expected from him. you could feel your head throbbing, whether it'd been from the aftermath of the party, or just your mind trying to keep up with what was happening. you furrowed your brows, your hand retracting from his palm, pushing yourself back against the seat of his car.

you couldn't process his words fast enough to respond straight away. instead you shifted your gaze out through the windshield, your mouth opening and closing every couple of seconds. you didn't know how to answer him.

oscar was watching your every move, his stomach twisting when you pulled away from him. your expression was changing ever so slightly every second, he could see you processing the information. he gulped, suddenly thinking the worst, shifting his eyes down to the space between you two. he should have kept his mouth shut and sat on his feelings. he should have let you out of the arrangement and left it at that. he hadn't thought any of this through. you had given no inclination over the past few weeks that you'd felt the same way. you were just helping out a friend.

you cleared your throat after a long silence. "you think?" your voice was still pretty quiet, like your mind was still working through what he'd said. "you don't know if you love me or not?" you were trying to make sense of it in your head, not able to meet his eyes yet.

"y/n—"

"i just think that's something you should be sure about before saying it out loud," you gulped. you were kind of annoyed with him for telling you this. a little part of you inside wanted to revel in his words, the part of you that had been in love with him for years when you were younger. but you'd moved on. you would have never had agreed to do his fake dating scheme if you'd thought you'd fall back into those feelings, you knew you wouldn't be able to put yourself through that again.

you had loved oscar for a long time, and you watched him for years treat women like they were nothing. delusional, you thought you were different and that oscar would never treat you this way, you clung to him. it took a long time for you to accept the reality, to fall out of love with him and realise he would only ever see you as a friend.

so oscar's confession now, wasn't as simple as you feeling the same way or not, it was far more complicated.

"the past few weeks weren't real oscar," you reminded him, you felt like he needed it. "you don't love me— you just love how i've been treating you. if you loved me, it wouldn't've taken you this long to realise."

he shook his head. "i was an idiot," you shifted so you were facing him again, watching how his eyes darted between yours desperately. "i was really fucking stupid— i didn't— i don't want to go back to how it was. i can't."

you shook your head barely, your eyes closing for a split second. oscar had been your best friend for years and he'd never lie to you like this. you just didn't want it to be true.

"i've seen firsthand how you are with girls, oscar. and i don't wanna pretend that you see me any differently—"

"no— this isn't— it's not the same," he was pleading at this point, desperately, feeling you slip away. "y/n, you know me," his eyebrows furrowed but his voice was soft, you didn't often hear him talk like this. it was hard to not get wrapped up in his words. "this ain't like those other girls."

you held his stare, breaking it only for a second when you felt your throat tighten. you couldn't bring yourself to fall into it, something was holding you back. it was too much to have him sat in front of you, begging you to believe him when it was too late.

"oscar, i loved you for a long time," your voice was quiet, all those years your feelings went unrequited. "and you fucked girl after girl, and i watched thinking one day you'd pick me and it'd be different but you never did, and it never was."

his lips were pursed, his hand gripping the seat of his car, knuckles white. he could hear the waver in your voice and it was hitting him like a brick. he ignored you for years, oblivious to anything you felt for him. he didn't realise, until now, how awful you must have felt.

"so, i'm sorry, if i'm not ready and willing," you tried to play off your confession, feeling the lump in your throat grow larger the longer this was strung out. "but i have been telling myself for years to move on— so it feels a bit late for you to be having this realisation when i've loved you my whole life."

he nodded. he understood, of course he did. he couldn't ask you to reverse years of heartbreak because he realised too late that you were the only thing that really mattered. he would just have to live with his mistake.

his eyebrows had knitted tighter together after sitting and listening. "if i could take back some of the shit i've done— mami— i'm sorry."

"yeah, well, me too," you shrugged, your lips tightening. you gulped when he shifted his hand over to yours, letting your palm set on top of his. he gave your hand a gentle squeeze. you were quiet for a while, enjoying the warmth of his hand against yours, finding comfort in his touch for just a little while longer.

"what made you realise?" you were almost whispering when you spoke again, everything was so quiet now.

oscar had to force himself to look at you. it was dark but the light from the streetlamp illuminated just half of your face, your eyes glossy. he clenched his jaw before speaking. "i talked to my ex."

"you did?" surprised he'd waited this long to bring it up. that had been the end goal all this time.

he nodded gently, his grip loosened on your hand, his thumb grazing the back of your hand now. his eyes were drawn to your hands, while your eyes remained on him. "yeah— made me realise she just wasn't you," he refused to shift his gaze. as did you. you felt your chest tighten. his sincerity made everything feel wrong about your decision.

"'cause you— you have these freckles on your nose that only come out in the sun," you watched the corner of his lips tug into a small smile as the image of you, sitting in front of him, sun in your eyes and wind blowing through your hair flashed through his mind. "and you make the same face every time you tell me off— your nose scrunches and you get a crease on your forehead," your eyes drooped listening to him talk as openly and honestly as you'd ever heard him talk about anything. it wasn't a side you saw often, but you could feel yourself soften, and your defence weaken. "and cesar— you love him like he's your own brother— i love that— that kid is everything to me— and he is to you too."

he huffed, the smile slipping from his face when he drew himself out of his head. he pulled away from you finally to run a hand over his face. he was angry with himself for messing this up. "and you're never gonna' forgive me," his heart was beating harder with the thought of losing you. "and i'm on' lose my mind without you."

you were quiet for a while, soaking in his words.

you hesitated, but moved your hand to his shoulder, your fingers grazing his skin, moving to the nape of his neck, urging him to look at you again. edging closer, you rid of the space between you two. oscar's eyes moved between yours, his eyebrows furrowed together softly. you moved both hands to his neck, carefully edging his face closer, your breath fanning against his lips before you kissed him.

oscar reacted, his body shifting closer to yours, his hand grazing your thigh to pull you nearer. your mind was racing, your hands curling around his neck and cupping his face as you leaned into the kiss. you were breathless when you pulled back, finally. his hand gripping your thigh now, scared you might retreat to the passenger seat again.

"you keep talking like that and i might love you forever," you mumbled, almost incoherent. your mind was foggy from this kiss and all you could feel was his thumb was now grazing softly over your thigh. his free had lifted, his forefinger and thumb touching your chin, tilting your head up so your eyes stayed locked with his.

"i swear, i'm in this until you don't want me anymore."

you shook your head, you bit your lip remembering the kiss. your eyes trailing to his lips again as you remembered the feeling. "never gonna happen."

oscar cracked a soft smile, his fingers moving to trace your jawline gently. "it's settled then."

you revelled in his touch, letting him trace over your skin, slowly feeling yourself lean further into his embrace. he pressed his lips against your forehead, lingering for a minute before pulling away and resting his forehead against yours. you tilted your chin up, kissing him for a second before pulling back again.

oscar's hand slipped from your jawline to the back of your neck, pulling you back and kissing you again. his lips moved softly against yours, for a few seconds until you reacted and kissed back. when he pulled away for air you felt yourself longing for more.

[kris-cross-writing-blog]

Hi Kris!! Long time no talk (whoops), how have you been?? Could I request - from the fluff alphabet - B, G, M and Z for Arthur (IkeVamp)? Please and thank you? If that's too many letters feel free to take out one or two (unless you're doing all the letters cause you just said 'send in a character'? Idk, I'm a wee bit confused, but regardless don't feel pressured to do all of them! Just the 4 is enough for me!) Take all the time you need for it too! Take care and have a good day/night :D

Hi Val! It's good to talk to you again! My life has been busy, but I'm doing alright. I hope you're are doing well too!

Sorry about the confusion! This was perfect.

Ikemen Vampire: Arthur Conan Doyle. Fluff Alphabet: B, G, M, and Z!

Real quick note: I haven't actually played Arthur's route yet, oops. Sorry in advance for any inaccuracies. (• ▽ •;)

B: Beauty (what do they admire about their s/o? what do they think is beautiful about them?)

Everything. He finds even your strangest attributes endearing, because they're a part of you.

Your sweet smile, the shine that comes to your eyes when you get excited, the way you look when you're focused, he could spend hours everyday watching you.

Regardless of what you think about yourself, he can only see you as what you are: beautiful.

G: Gentle (how gentle are they? physically and emotionally)

In a relationship, Arthur is surprisingly doting. He'll always want to let you know how much you mean to him. Whether in a flirty teasing way, or in sincere acts of gentle affection. He's soft for you and always wants you to feel cherished.

However he's not perfect, and can be a bit vexing at times. When arguments arise, he can be a bit manipulative. Regardless, he always works to make up with you, and can never stand being at odds with you for too long.

M: Mornings (how are mornings spent with them?)

Mornings with Arthur tend to be very laid back and sweet. Whether you wake up before him or after, he will always greet you with a good-morning kiss.

Arthur treasures going through a morning routine with you. You usually start the day by taking vic for a walk in the cool of the morning.

Eating breakfast together is also something Arthur enjoys. Chatting with you and enjoying a cup of coffee is the best way for him to get going for the day.

Z: Zzz (do they snore? sleep talk? sleep walk?)

He doesn't snore, but he breaths deeply. It's not so loud that it's annoying, just loud enough to be noticeable.

He occasionally mutters a bit in his sleep. A whisper of your name can be heard now and then but most of what he says in unintelligible.

Arthur isn't one to toss and turn generally, but he's very cuddly. If you somehow escape his sleepy embrace, he'll just shimmy over to you and hug you again.

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Thank you for requesting!

I hope you enjoyed this, and that it fit his character.

Feedback is always appreciated!

[sahesha]

My Doña, Part III

Oops, I accidentally wrote the third part. I should pay more attention to requests, but you know we all have our weaknesses, hehehe.

UPD: For Doflamingo, a person of any build but ordinary human height looks like a small porcelain figurine.

Doflamingo x Female S/O who is a talented writer

🖋️ "If there are any special considerations you have, let me know," Doflamingo said, still holding her tiny hand. She bit her lower lip thoughtfully and looked somewhere down with her brows slightly frowned. He thought it was cute. She was much younger than him and seemed as frail as a porcelain doll, but he knew there was a powerful spirit boiling in this little body. Finally, she looked at him.

🖋️ "I guess I'm a little hungry," the young woman smiled faintly. "I'm sorry to interrupt our intellectual walk with my mundane desires."

🖋️ "No, it's fine. If a woman eats well, it's a sign she's healthy, self-confident, and isn't shy about her body, whatever it is. I think this is wonderful," Doflamingo said and caught her around the waist. She let out a soft breath as she felt his strong arm press her against his gigantic muscled torso.

🖋️ "We're about to take off," he smiled from ear to ear and held up his free arm. A familiar tugging feeling came, and his strings slipped out of his fingers' tips, unraveling like a tangle. They rushed towards the sky, to the sparse white clouds wrapping it. It looked as if pieces of cotton candy were suspending from the inside of an azure dome. Doflamingo felt a slight, barely noticeable vibration, which meant the strings had caught on the object. He pulled his strings back into his fingers, lifting himself into the air with her.

🖋️ The wind whistled in her ears, and the great city below grew smaller and smaller until it was a mosaic of colored roofs with delicate gray streaks of paved streets. Brightly dressed people looked like multicolored beads. The feathers of his coat rustled faintly, but his heartbeat, which she could feel with her cheek touching his heated chest, was much louder. It felt like a hammer striking an anvil behind the lattice of firm ribs.

🖋️ There was a power in his body that could move mountains and demolish everything in its path. The writer knew Doflamingo was a man who had no exact age. He was like a mischievous monster who didn't know the norms of human behavior, a playful deity dressed in pink feathers and human flesh embracing her in the sky as if there was nothing in the world higher than their feelings.

🖋️ She pressed herself gently against him, and his grip tightened even more.

🖋️ "Are you scared, my darling?"

🖋️ "No... I feel safe."

🖋️ "Is it surprising you?"

🖋️ "Yes."

🖋️ "I like that you're honest with me."

🖋️ "Lying to you is life-threatening."

🖋️ Doflamingo laughed. "You're right, my Doña, but telling me the truth is also dangerous. And it shows you're brave. Who else would tell me such truth to my face?"

🖋️ "Someone who knows how to behave near to a monster like you."

🖋️ "Do you think I'm a monster?"

🖋️ "It's hard to think different, Doflamingo."

🖋️ He laughed again. "You know I can throw you now. And you keep telling me that. You're gorgeous, my graceful Doña! Consider you had tamed the monster." Doflamingo twisted into the sky and made a sharp turn, teasing her.

🖋️ "Is it really possible to tame someone like you?" she asked him calmly. "Being tamed is to lose your freedom to some extent to gain something else. And it's up to you to decide how valuable what you want to gain. But you know yourself you're a wild element mistakenly clothed in a human body. Are you able to lose freedom when you're freedom itself?"

🖋️ "Ooh, I'll show you how much it's possible. I'll show you how I lose my mind when I let myself do this," Doflamingo replied, almost purring. "We're here, my little Doña." He stepped lightly down onto a carved balcony. "From here, we'll proceed to the dining room. How are you now?"

🖋️ "I feel like I was born again," the young woman said, adjusting her long dark dress. Then she straightened her hair tousled by the fast flight. The way her tiny hands smoothed her thick locks seemed like a little divine revelation to him. "I guess I want some wine now." She looked up at him with bright eyes. "Since you have excellent taste, Doff... I suggest you choose which brand we will try now."

🖋️ "I have an excellent taste not only in wine but also in women," he said with a wide smile as he opened the door and let her pass. "You flatter me." She gave him a gentle smile and walked inside of the room, and her smooth gait was a sight to behold.

🖋️ "I'll show you everything I am," he thought as he followed her in.

[jumukus]

A3! Event: Trump the Phantom Thief Episode 8 Translation

Play time! A heads up on the characters' names:

Muku: King Yuki: Q Kazunari: Ace Juza: Jack Banri: Fox Sakyo: Club

Saionji: Muku-kun, how are you doing? Are you getting seasick?

Muku: I'm doing alright, thank you. Oh, and the room is so beautiful.

Saionji: I am glad it is to your liking. We purposely built the suite rooms in a place where you can't feel the ship's motion.

I am planning to take every possible measure for the theater venue as well, though do not hesitate to let me know if you are unsatisfied with anything.

Muku: I will. Thank you.

Kazunari: Dude, not only the suite rooms are superbs, but to think we also get a whole staff to ourselves…! We can even get the beverages here as many times we like!

Yuki: True. The service is just so good it surprised me.

Sakyo: Don't get too engrossed in these service or you'll be havin' a hard time once we return to Mankai Company.

Izumi: You have a point…

Banri: I don't wanna go back.

Juza: ...I'm thirsty.

Muku: Wanna get some beverages in our rooms?

Juza: No, it's fine. Our rooms are far from here.

Azami: There's a lot of vending machines there. I think they have your favorite strawberry milk.

Juza: I'll go get it.

Muku: …

Izumi: (Today is finally our opening show. I knew it. They all seem pretty nervous because we're going to perform in a different venue.)

Juza: …

Izumi: (Juza-kun looks stiff.)

Kazunari: OK, guys! We've gotta form a circle in times like this!

Banri: Be more specific. What d'you mean by "in times like this"?

Yuki: Bet you already thought of what kind of circle you wanna do.

Kazunari: Righty right! Since our play is about phantom thieves, we all should strike a phantom thief pose!

Sakyo: The heck is that?

Kazunari: No complaining! Just follow me!

Yuki: Fine. Fine.

Juza: ...Muku, do the chant.

Muku: First things first, I'm sorry for causing you guys troubles when I was at a loss of what to do.

I don't want to give up on all the things I want to do. I've decided to do everything I can in all of them.

I'll run through until the end. Follow me, guys!

Juza: Yeah!

Kazunari: Okie!

Banri: Yea.

Q: "It's as musty as always."

Ace: "Clean it up."

Q: "How about you do it?"

Ace: "No way. Geez. This place used to be clean, wonder what happened to it."

Q: "That's because we had a clean-freak before."

Ace: "Okay. Leader, you do the cleaning."

King: "I think it's pretty clean, though."

Q: "Seriously?"

Ace: "Should've known a messy room owner like Leader would say something like that."

Q: "Anyway. Since this is the first time we gathered here after a year, that means you've already set our next target, right? Let's cut to the chase already."

King: "Our next target will be "Mermaid's Tears", a 12-carat diamond."

"It's going to be sold during an auction held at the Royal Star cruise. It's one of the event's highlights and expected to sell for 6 billion."

Ace: "Woo-hoo."

Q: "Heh. Interesting."

King: "Royal Star is currently hiring staff. Q."

Q: "Got it. That means I have to sneak in as one of their staff members, right?"

King: "Ace, get close to the ship's captain and collect information."

Ace: "Roger."

Izumi: (I expect no less from Summer Troupe. They have great teamwork. I can totally feel it.)

(Not to mention Muku-kun's King is able to unite them as a leader.)

Q: "I'm in charge of the rooms in Block A… Laundry and… Ugh. What a hassle."

"This isn't my job in the first place, after all. If that person were here--."

Crew Member: "Are you new here? You seem lost."

Q: "Yes. I don't think I can get out of this place if I lose the map."

Crew Member: "You can ask anyone if there's anything you don't understand."

Q: "Thank you."

"?"

Crew Member: "What's wrong?"

Q: "I think I saw someone over there--."

Crew Member: "But there's only a garbage can over there. Is it a ghost or something?"

Q: "Hey. Stop. I don't like it."

"Hm? A letter?"

"Could this be--I have to report to King."

King: "I'll take the Mermaid's Tears--Jack."

Ace: "Can't believe he's aiming for the same thing."

Q: "Him and King sure are compatible in a strange way."

Ace: "Even though their personalities are the exact opposite of each other."

Q: "What are we going to do now?"

Ace: "Guess we're gonna have a change of pla--."

King: "We'll continue the operation."

Q: "Come again!?"

Ace: "So you mean we're gonna compete with Jack?"

King: "I will not send out this notice. Let's call it a direct confrontation between Trump and Jack."

Q: "Whaaaat!?"

Jack: "Weird. The cops aren't on the move."

"Hm? Where's my noti--."

"It's been a while. How about a reunion? At The Mermaid's Tears' chamber. Trump."

"King, huh… It's just so like him to do something like this. Fine. Let's have a showdown."

Fox: "Here. I got what you wanted, the Royal Star's blueprint."

King: "It is indeed the blueprint."

Fox: "I got you some addition as well. This one is a lil bit pricey."

King: "Figured as much."

Fox: "What are you going to do with this information, though?"

King: "It's prohibited to poke your nose into your client's private life."

Fox: "Oops. My bad. I was curious since you rarely asked for something like this. Oh, yeah. Your master said he wanted to see you."

King: "Club? I wonder why. I'll try contacting him."

Club: "I'm comin' in."

Fox: "Speak of the devil."

King: "Long time no see."

Club: "Perfect timing. Are you free now?"

***

Club: "I'm goin' to retire soon. Take whatever you need."

King: "Retire? Are you serious?"

Club: "My body is startin' to fall apart. It's an age thing. Tell this to Ja--Oh, right. I heard you two broke up."

King: "You made it sound like we're dating. Please don't do that. He just decided to quit my group on his own."

Club: "Y'all never change. Here I thought you'd keep workin' together. That's what you call youth, I guess."

King: "To be honest with you, I'd also never thought he would betray me."

Club: "Looking at that guy, I think he's in his rebellious phase rather than betrayal."

King: "Rebellious phase?"

Club: "He's got some strong sense of rivalry, y'know? Add that with the fact that he's never won against you."

"He must be jealous of you. You're a genius, while he can only do things in a crude way."

King: "Really? I like his way of doing things, though."

Club: "That's exactly why you're hated. Oh, well. You better make up before I die."

King: "Please tell that to him too. You're going to meet him after this anyway, right?"

Club: "You're right. Guess I'm also gonna tell him directly. Both of you are my most excellent apprentices, after all."

King: "Please take this as my present for your retirement. This one is 40 years old."

Club: "You sure are well prepared."

King: "I was actually planning to use it for the celebration party, though."

"--Oh, right. If you're going to retire, please give me that. You know, the 'Venus Ring'."

Club: "I refuse."

***

Fox: "Welcome. Man, I guess we've got a lot of 'speak of the devil' moment today."

Jack: "What are you saying?"

Fox: "Nope. Forget it. Anyway, this is your requested uniform and safe."

Jack: "Thanks."

Fox: "Oh, yea. Your master said he wanted to see you. Why don't you give him a call?"

***

Jack: "Long time no see."

Club: "Hey. Is it just me or did you lose some weight?"

Jack: "What do you want to talk about?"

Club: "I'm gonna retire soon. Take whatever you need."

Jack: "Whatever you need, huh. By the way, the 'Venus Ring'..."

Club: "Y'all really have the same taste. I ain't gonna give it out. I sent it to the right place."

Jack: "By y'all… Do you mean King?"

Club: "You should just go back and regroup with him."

Jack: "I'll never go back until I win against him."

Club: "What a pig-headed kid. So? You see any chance to accomplish that?"

Jack: "I have a feeling we're finally going to settle this soon."

Club: "Heh. You seem confident."

Jack: "Because I've made arrangements ahead of time."

Club: "That's so you. You still look as gloomy as ever, though. Why don't you go soaking up the sun in some warm places in the south once in a while?"

Jack: "No--But you have a point. Maybe I'll do that once this is over."

Club: "Do that. And make up with King."

Jack: "...It depends on him."

Guard A: "Wait there."

Guard B: "This place is restricted to authorized personnel."

***

Q: "'Mermaid's Tears' has been carried away."

King: "Got it. Looks like they put it at the expected place."

Q: "How about the security? Can you unlock it?"

King: "I've already made preparation for that. We just need to see how things will turn out."

Ace: "Hey, wait a sec. Please, King."

King: "Find out the schedule for the guards' lookout."

Q: "Ugh. What a pain. Why do I have to do this…"

***

Q: "The guard will change at 1 P.M. The key will only be handed over when a substitute comes."

King: "So we need that key and the password that the captain has to unlock the door."

Q: "Ace, gain some time for us."

Ace: "Roger. Leave it to me."

Q: "Don't screw up."

***

Ace: "Hey, good work."

Guard A: "You're here sooner than I thought."

Ace: "Boss said my shift would start 30 minutes earlier since I'm always late, you see. Today I got here on time, though."

"Oh. Don't tell me you're gonna get scolded if you end your shift early? Wanna have some chat for thirty minutes then? Man, being a guard sure is easy."

"I actually want to increase my shift more, you know. But I don't reall--."

Guard A: "No, it's fine. I'll end my shift now. Bye."

Ace: "Oh. Okay, then. Bye."

***

Ace: "Mission complete. It's your turn now, King."

King: "Let's see, now. This is unexpectedy such a hassle~."

Ace: "I'm glad you seem to be having fun but please hurry up."

***

Q: "It's almost been thirty minutes."

King: "Just a little bit more…"

Q: "The guard is coming."

King: "I'm counting on you, Ace."

***

Ace: "Hey.."

Guard B: "Hm?"

Ace: "Ouch ouch ouch…"

Guard B: "What's wrong?"

Ace: "Oh, are you the substitute? Thank God. I'm starting to panic since my stomach is killing me. Good bye!"

Guard B: "Hey, wait, the key--."

Ace: "Key? Oh, right. I've gotta hand it ove--ouch ouch ouch."

Guard B: "Hey, you okay?"

Ace: "Wait a minute. Just until I calm down. Ouch ouch ouch…"

Guard B: "F-For now, just go to the toilet first."

Ace: "Don't think that's possible. I feel like it's gonna come out once I move."

Guard B: "Whaaat!?"

Ace: "Do you have some medicine or anything?"

Guard B: "No, sorry…"

Ace: "Can you bring me one from the infirmary? I'm on the edge here."

Guard B: "O-Okay! Wait a little bit!"

Ace: "King, you better open it now."

***

King: "...Weird. We may not make it."

Ace: "Come again!?"

King: "Oh, I got it. This one."

"...Nice. It opens!"

"Q, carry it out. Let's retreat."

Q: "Got it."

***

Guard B: "Hey, I have the medicine!"

Ace: "Very thanks, man. Here, your key! I'll leave the rest to you."

Guard B: "Yeah. Hope you recover soon."

King: "...This is weird. Jack didn't come in the end."

Q: "Maybe he realized it's impossible to go against phantom thieves."

King: "No. That guy…"

Police: "Freeze! We're police!"

King: "--."

Q: "!?"

Ace: "Since when!?"

King: "We're being set up. Q, throw the 'Mermaid's Tears' to the sea."

Q: "Huh!? Do you hear yourself now!?"

King: "Do it now. We'll escape the moment the police look away."

Ace: "You're lying, right!?"

King: "Quick."

Q: "You're the one who told me to do it, alright!"

Police: "H-Hey! The jewel! Pick it up, quick!"

King: "Let's go!"

Police: "Wait!"

Q: "What do we do now!? All of our hardship went to waste!"

Ace: "Our 6 billion…"

King: "That was a fake jewel Jack had prepared."

Q: "What?"

King: "Jack had stolen 'Mermaid's Tears' in advance and replaced it with a fake one."

"He was the one who snitched on us."

***

Narration: "The day before…"

Guard A: "Hey, what's wrong?"

Jack: "No, it's just… the engine…"

Guard A: "Hold on, hold on. If there's any trouble, you better do something about it or else it'll get worse later on. If we're liable for the damages…"

Jack: "There's smoke coming out!"

Guard A: "Say what!?"

Jack: "Stay away from the car!"

Guard B: "Whoa!"

Guard A: "C-Call the fire station! Wait, we gotta get the safe first!"

Guard B: "Hey, is it okay?"

Jack: "Yeah. The smoke disappeared. I found no issues with the machine too."

Guard A: "That means the safe is alright, yeah? God. Give me a break. We almost carry it away ahead of time."

***

Q: "So that's why Jack didn't show up…"

Ace: "He really got us! I already thought it was weird for the police to appear at times like that!"

Q: "Ugh. Even if the police didn't appear, Jack still won since he already got the 'Mermaid's Tears' before us."

King: "I wonder about that."

***

King: "He hasn't made any changes in his base. Well, isn't he a little careless…"

"Even his security system is so weak."

"Hm? A card?"

"'Out of respect of Master's retirement, I will hand over the victory.'"

"Don't be satisfied with second place. You could have taken measures if you know there's a chance it'll get stolen. Oh, well. I'll accept your kind offer…"

***

Jack: "..."

"He really came…"

King: "Hey."

Jack: "--ugh. Why are you still here, King?"

King: "It's been a long time, I want to renew our friendship. I even brought alcohol with me."

Jack: "This is why you're hated."

King: "But you don't hate me, do you?"

Jack: "How did you find out?"

King: "I got some information about you from Fox. It helped me understand your strategy to some extent."

Jack: "In that case, why did you fall into the trap?"

King: "Because, otherwise, you won't move forward as planned. I'll be troubled if you're on your guard."

"I could narrow down your base thanks to the location device I planned on the alcohol I gave to Club. The rest is my intuition."

Jack: "I can never bring myself to like you in the end."

King: "Now, now. Let's have a toast for the 'Mermaid's Tears'. Q and Ace are waiting."

Izumi: (This is the only scene where Jack and King talk face to face. Even so, you can tell how close they are just by watching this scene alone.)

(Maybe because they are cousins, they can create a unique relationship between rivals who understand each other the most.)

***

Muku: Thank you so much!

Juza: Thank you.

Sakyo: Thank you.

Yuki: Thank you.

Kazunari: Thankies thankies~!

Banri: Thank you.

***

Sakyo: The audience's reaction on our first show is great.

Juza: King was so cool.

Muku: Jack was even cooler! The fact that he's active behind the scenes is just so Juchan!

Juza: I can also feel the gap between King, a sharp person with a gentle look, and you, Muku.

Muku: I-Is that so? Ehehe. But your Jack…

Azami: They're going to be like that forever at this rate.

Yuki: When are you going to stop?

Banri: But well, it was good overall. Right?

Kazunari: Totally! Their chemistry was just perfect on the stage, even the audience was pleased!

Izumi: Let's keep this energy until the closing show!

Muku: Yes!

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[old-hyper-super-clover]

Squeeze that bunny tail!

Part 5 (final part)

Description: The RAD student council as well as the exchange students help out at a bar where, oops, the staff´s dress codes are those sweet bunny outfits that we all know and thirst for. The MCs, Violet and Clover, play a game of who can touch the most bunny tails over the evening without getting caught. Prepare for fluff, funny innuendos as well as my thirst over hot boys in bunny outfits.

This is the finale of this way too long "one shot". Find the prior parts here!

Story continues under the cut. You´re almost finished!!

Continuing to work at the bar for a while, Violet found a surprising guest on the other side of the counter.

“Clover! What are you doing here?"

Clover sank down on one of the chairs.

"A double shot, please" Clover joked, but probably wouldn't say no to a little refresher either.

"Tired?" Violet laughed, handing her a glass of water instead.

"Mhm..." Clover rubbed her face. "I´m slowly running out of energy... Well, how are your squeeze-points doing?"

They exchanged their data. While Violet was doing pretty well with a total of 17 points, Clover had (still) only gathered five points so far.

"Meh... I knew I'd loose" Clover mumbled.

"It's still not too late" Violet tried cheering her up. There's still plenty of time to touch Solom-"

"DONT." Clover shot her giggling friend a glare. "Look, it's not even anything personal, I just... Feel very weird inside when I imagine me walking up to Solomon like this."

Violet's smirk widened.

"You mean like... The fluttery feeling of butterflies in your stomach? Clover, could it be...?! That you lov-"

"I will eliminate you if you end this sentence."

She couldn't hide a smile at the joke, but soon Clover had to realise that her persistence to not squeeze Solomon's tail would have drastic consequences.

"You know...” Violet thought out loud at some point. "We never thought of a price for the winner of our challenge, did we?"

"... Nope."

The ideas kept processing in Violet's head. Then it hit her.

"Or maybe... Rather than thinking of a price, let's do a penalty for the loser."

Clover's eyes wandered up to meet hers, her face curling into a "I don't like where this is going" expression.

"How abooouut... The loser..." Violet began.

"Don't."

"... Has toooo..."

"Please don't."

"...Touch..."

"Why do you hate me."

"... Solomon's tail?" Violet grinned proudly.

"... You really hate me, don't you?"

"Come on, Clover" Violet cheered. "There's still time for you to score some points~!"

Clover wanted to reply something when a weird round of girly giggles caught their attention.

Around the dining tables, a group of female succubi where currently being served by Beel.

But they didn't seem to be interested in the drinks in his hand, but much rather in the man holding them. Even from the bar, the human girls could hear their excited squeals as they kept batting their eyes at the demon.

Clover's head landed on the bar counter in a depressed sigh.

"Whatever... I don't really care about the game anyway..."

In an instant, Violet's whole tone had changed.

"Clover..." She mumbled, voice soft as the patted her friend's head.

"It's been like this the whole evening" Clover grumbled, eyes pointing to the group of succubi. "I can't blame them, but... When I hear them thirsting over Beel, I…"

"Just go up to him" Violet said. "You know Beel, it's not like he'd be interested in some random demons."

The frown on Clover's face deepened. "... And in no random human, either..."

"Stop saying that. You know he likes your company. Likes you."

Clover shook her head.

"Just... Leave me, okay. Thank you, but... I'm just a little angry at myself. I also had so many chances to squeeze his tail but... Yeah..."

Violet clearly remained bothered, but Clover was quick to change the topic.

"Did you get that Luci-butt already?"

"... No" Violet cried. "He dashed away to grab Mammon, and they vanished in the staff room."

"... That's why Mammon was tied to the ceiling fan!" Clover called out. "Explains a lot."

Violet gave a nod, however continuing with her trail of thought.

"It's been quite a while, though... He should have been around the casino area, but wasn't there... And now he's on break, but, again, I have no idea where he is."

"Go search for him" Clover said. "I'll back you up here. I need something to do anyway, so... Go get your man. There's still his tail in need to be squished, right?"

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They argued a little, but in the end, Violet accepted Clover's offer and excused herself into an early break. Violet was searching through the whole club. Asking some of the brothers, too, but none could give her a clue. She wasn't able to find him anywhere, so in her desperation, she went up to Simeon.

"Hey, Simeon? Have you seen Lucifer anywhere?"

The angel turned to greet her as well.

"Hello", he smiled. "Does he have a shift right now? If not, maybe he is using the restroom."

"Hm... I've been looking for him for a while now, though..."

Simeon mustered her for a moment.

"He might also be outside to catch some fresh air" he continued his trail of thought. "But I fear he might get a cold if he stays out for too long. Would you mind taking care of him?"

"Huh?" Violet's eyes widened in surprise.

"Lucy always had a bad habit of taking too little care of himself. So, could you check on him? I am sure he would be delighted to see you."

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When Violet pulled open the heavy doors of the bar's back entrance, a head turned towards her immediately.

"Lucifer...!" she called out, looking down on the demon sitting on the stairs.

"Violet... Did something happen?"

He was already in the movement of standing up, worry spreading in his face.

"No no, everything's fine!" Violet quickly assured him. "I just came looking for you."

He stopped mid-motion, but in the end sat down again.

"Why?"

Violet bit her lip. She decided to plonk down beside him.

"I'm also on break now. I thought we could spend it together and relax a little."

She felt his gaze on her, but as soon as she turned to face him, he was looking off into the distance.

"I am pleased to hear you decided to grand me your free time" he smiled. Then, he gave a sigh.

"However... I should probably head back in soon. Someone might need my help-"

"S-stay!"

Violet impulsively grabbed Lucifer's arm before he could escape.

They stared at each other. Until Lucifer let out a breathy laugh.

"Well, if you demand my presence that much... I fear I cannot turn down a request from you."

A little silence came over them. From the side glances Violet threw him, the demon looked kind of... Odd.

"Ah... Is there something you need from me, perhaps?" Lucifer asked. "Or why is it that you want me to stay so badly?"

And from how he looked at her, his perfect attire not shattered, but shreds of exhaustion glistening in his eyes, Violet knew that he wasn't okay.

"I'm good", she replied. "I simply... Wanted to check if you're doing good, too."

Surprise crossed Lucifer's face.

"Of course" he replied. "I am used to working until late."

However, Violet kept inspecting him.

"... Are you worried about me?" he asked. She did not really answer with more than a guilty glance off to the side. "Your worry is misplaced. I am nothing out of the usual."

Violet almost gave a grumbly noise. So he wasn't going to break through his perfect face so easily, huh?

"Okay", she said, tone almost as if she didn't really care. "You know, because I feel kind of exhausted."

Lucifer was hesitating. "... Explain."

"We've been running around for hours" Violet began to list. "The music inside is rather loud, especially near the dance hall. Mammon keeps causing trouble... Well, not only him. It's always tricky dealing with an angry Satan, too, or Beel when he's hungry, or with Asmo when he's... horny..."

The demon interrupted her by giving a huff. He had seen through her plan.

"... So you've come to pity me? Do I seem that weak to you?"

"What? No!" she exclaimed. "I would never think of you as weak!"

She made a little pause. A little nervous, she stretched out her hand to link her pinky finger with his.

"But I... Also don't think it's a sign of weakness to share your exhaustion with others... Let alone to be exhausted in the first place."

His crimson eyes met hers.

"... Why would I be exhausted?" he mumbled. "Dealing with this scumbag of a brother, keeping Beel from illegally eating food supplies without paying for them... Asmo groping strangers, Satan mocking me on purpose... Levi clinging to my side, whining that he wants to go home like some toddler... Oh, did you know Belphie locked himself in one of the toilet stalls to sleep? For two whole hours?" he was waiting for her to laugh, but had to endure her worried expression. "And then there's Lord Diavolo... Mixing his own sparks of crazy into this chaos..."

Mumbling the last part, he looked down on his clothing... Or rather the places where he normally would wear some.

Then his head perked up again.

"Why should I be exhausted?" he asked again. "All that is... Nothing out of the usual..."

Violet's lips curled into a sad smile.

Now she placed his whole hand into her palms.

"You work really hard, Lucifer."

He tried a cheeky smirk. "Words of flattery won't be enough to convince..."

But Lucifer's voice trailed off.

One could even debate that his mouth fell open just a slight bit, seeing the look Violet gave him.

So warm that it truly caught him off guard...

As if admitting his defeat, Lucifer went silent.

He enjoyed how her thumb gently brushed over his hand for a while as he was taking breaths of the fresh midnight air.

Violet was patiently waiting for him until eventually, he would speak up again.

"Aren't you cold?" Lucifer asked. "Your human body surely isn't used to the temperatures of Devildom nights..."

"Huh? No, I'm fine, don't worry about me."

"Oh, surely you are..." The teasing tone in his voice was back. "And I'm sure your outfit is only helping, isn't it~?"

He shot Violet some obvious glances, leading her to instinctively cover her body in a blush.

"Like you're one to talk...!" she mumbled.

"You got me there..." he chuckled. "I would lend you a jacket if I had one, but..."

Lucifer silently gestured at the arm sleeves, shrugging in a manner of "nothin doin".

He got a laugh out of her, and his relief immediately showed on his face.

"Your smiling face will have to keep me warm, then" he said.

Violet's smile turned into a blush immediately.

"Oh~?", he smirked. "A blush is fine as well, thank you~"

Struggling, Violet turned away slightly, trying not to embarrass herself even more.

Then, she felt arms being wrapped around her.

"However, I fear I have to take responsibility for keeping you warm as well..." he murmured close to her ear. "After all, it is my fault you have to sit here..."

The girl turned, and wrapping her arms around him as well, nuzzled her face into his warm skin.

"It's not your fault", she replied softly. "I chose to come and find you."

"... I still don't understand why."

"I told you" Violet smiled. "There's nothing wrong with taking a break from time to time. And if I, in any way, can help you with that, I'd love to do so."

She heard him breathe softly as he was searching for a response.

"... Thank you", he decided to say.

She squeezed him tightly. "You're welcome."

"...Stay like this for a little longer" Lucifer asked of her when it felt as if Violet was trying to pull away.

Of course, she agreed, and so they relaxed into each other’s embrace for a little longer.

Without meaning to, over time Violet's arms were sliding down his body a little, just enough to accidentally brush over something fluffy with her fingertip.

But, oh well, who would even mind gathering points for some silly game when there was something -- or rather, someone else to focus on...

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They only parted after Lucifer's phone pulled them back into reality.

Sighing, he announced the end of their break.

"I'm glad we are closing soon..." he mumbled and helped Violet stand up. "Although, cleaning the place will probably leave us with another hour of work until we finally get to head home..."

"It will be exhausting… But we'll power through it" Violet assured, squishing his hand in encouragement.

"Yes..." Lucifer nodded.

Then, he pulled her closer one last time, wrapping one arm around her waist while looking down into her eyes.

"However... I would much appreciate it if we could keep our break a secret."

"Uhm..." the girl blinked, confused. "Sure, but may I ask why?"

"No reason in particular... I would simply ask that as a personal favour."

Then, he leaned in closer. Resting his chin on her shoulder, his hand reached to her lower back.

And Violet gave a gasp as she felt how he provocatively played with her bunny tail.

"In return, I will keep your secrets safe, too."

He pulled back, responding to her dazzled expression with a sly smirk, before passing her to open the door.

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Being the gentleman he was, Lucifer held the door open, smiling at the lady as he gestured her to step inside.

"Thank y..." Violet was about to say,

Then both of them looked inside the kitchen.

Beel stood there, together with Clover, both giggling as they snacked on some sweets.

Violet wanted to smile at the sight… But the "shit, we got caught" expression on both of their faces, paired with Lucifer's tangible anger, made her frown instead.

"... Oops" Clover and Beel pressed out, simultaneously letting go of the meringues they had in their hands.

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To understand how that situation came to existence, we should go back in time to take a look at Clover's side of the story.

She was cleaning the tables when yet another giggle pulled her out of her thoughts.

The girl felt tired, and had started to count down the minutes left until she could finally go home.

She was really done with life. And those certain giggles made it only worse. She would admit that she wasn't good with things like jealousy.

She just couldn't deal with it.

Not in a way like Mammon, for example, was expressing his tsundere feelings.

No, her way of coping was more... Self hating (like Levi I guess),

And hearing for yet another time how some hot demon girls called a certain waiter over to them drove her insane.

"Do you want to try my cake, Beel~?"

Clover flinched.

She peeked up to see how a demon caressed Beel's arm as she waited for his answer to her question.

Clover couldn't see his face, but, judging from his tone, he was wearing his usual frown.

"... I'm not allowed to eat the food we serve..."

"Oh, don't be like that..." The demon responded, loading some cake onto her fork. "It's my cake now, so I decide who gets to eat it. And I really want yooouuuu..."

She stopped, then one of her friends giggled.

"Are you going to finish that sentence?"

"It's already finished", she purred, seductively winking at Beel before leading the fork up to his face.

Beel was hesitating, for two whole seconds, before chomping down on both, cake and fork.

"Oh... Not again..." He mumbled.

The girls gave a giggle.

"Beel, you're such a beast!" The main (bitch) demon hummed. "That's no good, though... I wanted to feed you another bite, but how, without fork...?"

"Guess you´ll have to do mouth to mouth feeding...", Another chick chuckled.

And as the demon girl stood up to do exactly that, Clover stomped away impulsively.

In her fury, she didn't notice how someone was calling for her. She targeted the table in the most opposite corner possible as someone pulled her arm.

Belphie was staring at her, holding her by her wrist.

"... You're pathetic" he said.

"Thank you, tell me something I don't know yet." Clover pulled her arm out of his grip. "And, what, you've got nothing better to do then watch me be pathetic?"

Belphie blinked in surprise. “I would usually agree that it´s pretty funny to watch you get angry, but I´ve seen you be like this all night. What´s getting you this agitated?”

A deep frown spread on her face, but Clover didn´t answer. So Belphie looked back to Beel.

“Is it because of the succubi? Because of Beel?”

“… Please, leave me alone…”

She didn’t see his worried expression as Belphie was trying to figure the answer to his question.

“… Are you really this insecure?” He finally decided to ask.

As her only response was a short side glare with wet eyes, Belphie understood she wouldn´t talk about it.

“Really… Both of you can be such a pain to deal with…” Belphie breathed before leaving Clover alone.

And Clover felt even worse now.

Not only being so horrible inside, but Belphie tried to help her and she rejected it.

She fought tears as she furiously wiped the already clean table.

Pathetic. Yes, she was so pathetic. Honestly, Beel was probably in better company with those succubi than with an idiotic, childish human like her-

Clover got lifted off of the ground.

Squealing, she noticed too late how arms had wrapped around her thighs, leading her to now flail in the air in panic.

"Wh-what?!" Clover panicked.

"It's time for a break" She felt the culprit cheering into her back.

"... Beel?"

Beelzebub began to head through the local, the girl still in his arms.

"Let's go to the kitchen" he said. "Belphie just told you need a break, and I need your help with something..."

Clover gave some more confused noises, but it was impossible to move in the demon's grip anyway.

"O-okay, but... You don't have to carry me, I'm probably heavy..."

She felt him chuckle. "Heavy? I can carry you with one arm. Look!"

He stretched out his right arm to demonstrate. Beel led them into the kitchen.

The local wasn't serving any food at this late hour, so they appeared to be alone here.

"U-uhm... Beel, are you going to put me down somewhen soon, or...?"

"Yeah, soon..." he mumbled, then walked up to one of the shelves hanging on the wall. "Do you perhaps see anything on top of the shelf?"

Clover tilted her head.

"Yeah, there's a box of... What's that...? Meringues?"

Absolutely delicious meringues!"

Clover gave a little chuckle at the excitement in his voice, but her expression did a full turn when she saw the note attached to the box:

'BEEL. DO NOT EAT.'

"Could you get them for me?" Beel smiled innocently.

The girl hesitated, so Beel asked again. "Please, I can't reach them alone. The shelf is up too high."

"Well... I'm guessing someone hid them there on purpose..."

"Please, Clover... I'm so hungry..."

But as he realised she wasn't going to hand him the box that easily, he let her down to rest on the counter they had been standing in front of.

"Beel, I know you're hungry, but..." she began, however halted as she noticed how terribly tired he looked.“... Are you okay?"

The demon gave a little sigh. "No... I'm exhausted... Not like after training, but just... drained." He leaned against the counter next to her. "What about you? Aren't you tired? Have the customers been nice to you?"

"Huh? Yeah, they have."

"Good" he nodded. "We were afraid that some of the guests might harass you or Violet, but I guess Lucifer's official warning was enough to scare them off..."

Clover fiddled with her fingers.

"There was no need to worry, though. I don't think anyone would have approached us… or me, at least" she said, laughing awkwardly. "I don't have a fair share of people crushing on me like you, hahaha..."

Beel looked at her. "Good. You don't need any demons trying to seduce you. I wouldn't want you to go through a hassle like this..."

"... You don't like the attention?"

He shrugged. "Not really... But I have to be nice to them, so I tend to just ignore what they say. I won't say no to free food or extra money, but... I don't really see why they behave like this."

Clover chuckled, feeling relief at his words.

"Diavolo already said it... Good-looking staff makes more profit."

Beel blinked at her, processing her words. "... Thank you."

"Nothing to thank me for" Clover smiled shyly.

He went silent.

"No... No, there is", Beel then suddenly said, pushing himself off the counter to stand in front of her again. "I've been hit on the whole evening, but... somehow, it feels nice if you're the one to compliment me... You always make me feel nice inside. And for that, I should thank you."

He blessed her with a smile that, obviously, was directly followed by the girls' heart exploding in the love she felt for this man.

However, he still gave off odd vibes.

"...Beel?" Clover called out, seeing how he was deeply contemplating something.

"I was thinking of thanking you with some... Meringues" his smile widened.

"... Beel."

"They're supposed to be delicious! I could feed them to you... If I manage to contain myself. But I'd try really hard, because it´s for you.”

"Beel..." Clover sighed, watching as his puppy grin spread on his face more and more.

"Wouldn't that be nice to feed each other a nice treat...?" he changed into begging puppy eyes.

They stared at each other.

"Beel."

"Clover?"

"We both know you have wings, or could have simply climbed onto the counter if you wanted to get those sweets."

"... But I wanted to share them with you...?"

"We also both know how Lucifer tends to cast spells on the things that you are absolutely not allowed to eat. But those tend to apply to demons only most of the time."

Beelzebub went silent.

"What was that earlier?” Clover continued. “About you not wanting me to be lured by demons? And now, I find myself sweet-talked like this?"

His face had ultimately changed into sulking puppy mode.

"... But I... I'm... I really mean what I said…"

Clover crossed her arms.

"You're a sly demon, mister" she scolded. "And to think you'd take advantage of me like this...!" She fake cried in disbelief.

"I'm sorry..." he pouted.

Silence came over them, in which Clover fully knew that he was thinking of both, how to make it up to her AND how to achieve his goal anyway.

His idea surprised her, though.

"... Want to touch my bunny tail?"

"... Huh?"

"I've seen you and Violet do this to the others" Beel said. "I don't why, but you seemed to have fun, so..." He turned around to expose his tail. "AND I'll treat you with some of the meringues, of course", he added as he noticed Clover was seriously considering his offer.

Clover was grunting something. "Lucifer will kill us", she said.

"He doesn't have to find out."

"... You're evil..."

"Well, I AM a demon, after all" Beel laughed.

And as he teasingly wiggled his tail at her, Clover gave in to the temptation...

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"Beel... Clover... Would you care to explain what I have to look at right now...?"

Lucifer crossed his arms as he spoke.

Yeah, they were SO screwed.

"... Uhm..." Beel started to mumble while Clover felt her stomach turn in guilt.

"Beel" Lucifer called out again. "Could those be the meringues that I have personally bought and reserved for me to enjoy after work?"

"... There was no name written on it" the avatar of Gluttony said.

Lucifer pierced him with an angry stare. Then he turned towards Clover.

"And you" his tone had the girl shiver visibly. "Demons were unable to touch that box. Hence, I assume it was you who got them? AND ate them, as well?"

"I forced her to do it" Beel immediately chimed in.

"Huh?” Clover blinked in surprise. "Beel, no... I got them! And asked Beel to try them with me. It's my f-fault" she lied.

Now Beel was the one to look confused, and the two kind of drowned in a spiral of trying to protect the other one. But the ruckus only fueled Lucifer's displease.

Already stressed out, he felt like he was about to explode.

If not for Violet who kept him steady.

"Lucifer" she mumbled in a mellow voice, stroking over his arm in a calming gesture. "Don't stress yourself. They will buy you a new package."

Lucifer shot her about the same angered glare as he had done with the others, but softened as he mustered her comforting smile.

With a sigh, Lucifer stepped closer to Beel and Clover.

"... You are lucky to have Violet standing up for you..." he mumbled. "As compensation, I order three boxes of those meringues. Oh, and when we close the bar, do not expect to leave until everything is as tidy as can be."

"Y-yes, sir...!"

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Slowly (very slowly I know) but steadily, the evening came to an end...

A lot has happened, way too much to fit into this... One shot... Story... * glances at the total approximate reading time of one hour*

...Well. Let's not talk about that...

A little after 4 AM, every last customer had left the bar/ had been carried out of the dancing hall (like, a few of the most drunk ones literally had to be yeeted out of the local.)

Now everything that was left was cleaning up the local.

Lucifer took it upon himself to punish all of his brothers - and Clover - for annoying him at some point during this event. So those appeared to have an extra load of work, while he pulled Violet aside with him for some more leisure cleaning.

Around five in the morning, it seemed like the bunny crew was finally finished.

"Alright..." Barbatos mumbled, stepping out of the last hall he needed to check. "It seems we are done. All that is left is to take out the trash as we go."

"... How are we supposed to take out the trash? Mammon is still tied to the ceiling" Belphie mumbled casually.

"WHO DID YOU JUST CALL TRASH?!" Some Mammon screamed from the staff's room.

Clover mustered them in amusement, when Violet walked up to her.

"Ooooh, Clooveerrrr...." the girl hummed in a rather... Scary tone.

"... I don't like the look on your face" Clover stated in growing fear.

"You know... We still need to see who's won the challenge" Violet grinned.

Clover crossed her arms. "... Do we really need to compare?"

"Yes."

"Uggghhh..." Clover frowned. She pulled out her phone:

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Clover: Lord Diavolo? May we ask how many points you have?

Diavolo: I managed to gather 12 points, fair and square. How many do you two have?

Violet: I have 20 points in total... Although I'm not 100% sure if Lucifer noticed me earlier...

Clover: ...

* Clover has left the chatroom *

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"Violet, I don't want to do this."

Clover's friend mustered her with a smirk.

"Well..." Violet hummed. "I'm not forcing you, but... You did loose, after all..."

"Violeeet..."

"And look" she pointed at the hall in front of the dressing rooms. "He's standing there, alone, for some reason... It's fate, Clover."

Clover gave the ugliest growl.

But in the end she walked up to Solomon.

She didn't even know how to approach this. Should she try to make it sneaky, or just awkwardly ask?

Legs wobbly, Clover came to a stop behind the sorcerer, reaching out her hand in the same moment that he turned around to face her.

"Oh, hello", Solomon cheered. "Can I help you?"

She flinched backwards.

"Uuhhhh..."

Solomon gave her a confused look, but didn't get to say anything.

Coincidentally, Levi happened to walk up to them as well, wanting something from Solomon.

The human turned around as the two talked.

And finally…

Solomon's bunny tail got touched.

...

Clover escaped immediately. Avoiding any kind of interaction, at all costs.

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The last thing to do before everyone could return home was getting dressed normally again.

And everyone felt so tired that they really just wanted to hit the hay, when...

A panicked scream rang out of the stall Clover was changing in.

"... Clover?" Violet called out, already dressed normally again.

The girl gave continuous panicked noises, pressed out random “What is happening-?!”´s.

Then, all of a sudden, silence came over them.

“Cl… Clover…?” Visibly concerned, Violet was standing in front of the stall´s door, unsure what to do. As she didn´t get an answer, she was trying to open the door, but it was locked.

She had to hurry to get someone to help, and as her face screamed “we have trouble”, most of her friends came to look what was going on.

Barbatos had to help open the stalls door, and when Violet carefully pushed it open…

They saw a small, brown bunny sitting on the floor.

Its green eyes were staring up into the countless pairs of puzzled eyes as they tried to understand the situation.

Violet was the first one to move again. She slowly lowered herself, reaching out to the animal.

“Is that you… Clover?”

“HUH?!”

Half of the people there stared at the girl in disbelief.

“You´re telling me THIS is CLOVER??” Mammon asked with big eyes. Violet had picked the bunny up and stepped out of the stall to get a better look at Clover.

“What happened to her?” Beel asked, worry spread over his face.

Bunny Clover seemed to understand their words. Or at least, she suddenly turned her fluffy head, staring directly at Solomon.

And, well, the sorcerer stared back, an amused smile on his face.

"Ah... So Clover DID touch my tail, after all!"

"... What."

The whole group was now demanding answers.

Solomon chuckled, placing his gaze on Violet now. "I was waiting until one of you would finally approach me and touch my tail... But oddly, none of you seemed to have interest in touching it... I thought I had made myself an easy target, but I must have made it too obvious..."

Violet´s mouth fell open a tad bit.

"... So you really knew of our challenge?" She dared to ask.

But Solomon would only continue to laugh.

"I honestly thought my efforts would go to waste..." He mustered the bunny in her arms. "Don't worry though, the spell will wear off eventually."

"Eventually??" Levi repeated.

"Yes, in a few days or so."

"WHAT?!"

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The whole way back to the house of Lamentation, Violet had to deal with this grumpy, pissed, simply angwy bunny in her arms. Clover couldn´t speak, but the little facial expression she could give said it all.

“Hey, Cloverrr…” Violet attempted to cheer her up. “Don´t look at me like that… It was fun, wasn´t it?”

Bunny Clover snuffled grumpily.

Yeah, yeah, she thought. It´s all fun and games until it´s about Solomon.

Meanwhile, Bunny Clover had to endure how the brothers kept poking her fluffy fur or took pictures of her.

If she could, Clover would have given a big sigh.

THIS is exactly why I don't trust Solomon... Never did, never will...