#i didn't know president of the student council had that MUCH time in his hands.... 👀

[ladsofsorrow24]

i would say today's chapter feels like fujimoto trying to establish a lot of things in very few pages. it does feel a bit.. lukewarm compared to the previous chapter but i think in the future, when part 2 is finished and every tankobon is compiled, the experience of reading everything in one sitting will be much easier and more enjoyable because we got short chapters like this to give a little break for the readers.

but yeah, this recent chapter kinda answer some questions yet also raised even MORE questions lol

[chuusmuts]

imagine having a secret relationship with boyfriend!wanderer

smut. clingy and needy ahh reader, afab reader, soft(?) wanderer, semi public(?) sex, riding, praising, not proofread. the classic student council and the troublemaker trope.

okay, so i lied about posting more please don't be mad (early april's fool 🥱).

wanderer was the president school council, while you were the famous troublemaker. a perfect combination, right? since you often didn't get the chance to meet him, all you had to do was create some problem and whoosh– you were sent to his room. the good thing was, the teachers had given up on you and your little antics, they'd just let you do what you want.

"care to explain to me why you're here again?" he inquired with a feathery voice without looking at you as he caressed your hair, running his slender fingers through your hair gently while you sat on his lap, watching him scribble whatever (gibberish) on a paper. you stayed quiet for a moment before your arms snaked their ways around his neck. "i just miss you so much. sorry... couldn't help it." you whispered, nuzzling your head in the crook of his neck and licking it before gently nibbling on it.

wanderer's eyes widened slightly at your actions, taken aback by your sudden affectionate behaviour. his expression softened slightly, and he let out a small sigh as he wrapped his arms around you, holding you close. "i know you miss me, but i'm still the president. i have work to do." he said softly, trying to maintain some level of professionalism despite the situation.

he knew well that he could never be mad at you since you’d got him wrapped around your finger. you pulled away from his neck and gave a soft kiss on his lips. "come on, make time for me, please? i won't take long, i promise." you pouted, tilting your head right and left as you tried to persuade him with your cute voice before licking the outer of his mouth. you bounced your hips on his bulge, grinding on it slightly, giving him a hint of what you wanted and needed the most right now.

wanderer bit his lip, feeling his resolve weakening. he knew you had a way of getting under his skin, and he couldn't resist you when you did that. slowly, he nodded, dropping down his pen before leaning down and pressing his lips against yours, deepening the kiss as he penetrated your lips using his tongue. as your tongues tangled, he slipped his hands underneath your shirt, caressing your bare skin, feeling your warmth through the fabric.

wanderer groaned into the kiss as you kept grinding against his bulge, his hands moving faster over your chest, fumbling with the buttons on your shirt. when they finally came undone, he reached inside, grabbing hold of your bra and pulling it off, revealing your soft breasts. seeing your gorgeous body, he moaned into the kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth once more as his fingers teased at your nipples, hardening them with the touch of his fingertips.

you moaned sweetly as he rubbed and rolled your nipples between the pads of his fingers. you began to bounce more and more on his clothed cock before you finally stopped. your hands moved and found themselves on the zipper of his pants before unzipping it. sliding your hand under his boxer, you took out his hardened cock in one swift move causing wanderer's eyes widened and gasped. "i want to bounce on your cock... please..." your begged him, your voice sounding needy as you looked at him with the most pathetic look.

the feel of your hand wrapped around his shaft made him groan, and he leaned back in his chair, his legs immediately spread open to give you better access. his other hand moved to your waist, guiding you closer, wanting nothing more than to feel your wetness around him. "alright, little troublemaker, show me what you can do." he said, his voice low and smug. it's clear as crystal that he was enjoying every moment of this. if you weren't fast enough, you'd miss the slight proud smirk on his face.

a bright smile appeared on your face as he gave you the permission to ride his cock. without further ado, you pulled up your skirt until it reached your thighs before pulling down your underwear, just enough for his cock to enter you. with a loud moan, you struggled as you slid his cock into your tight and wet entrance. your breath grew heavy as you started to bounce slowly on his cock. though you quickly began to pick up the pace as you gripped onto his neck tightly to stabilize yourself.

wanderer let out a growl as you took his cock into your tight heat, his eyes locked onto yours as you began to ride him. he couldn't believe how good it felt to have you on top of him, knowing full well that you were the reason behind so many of the problems he had to deal with. yet, despite everything, he still loved you, even if he didn't show it as much as he should. he continued to watch you as you rode him, his fingers digging into your hip while his other hand slapped your ass, urging you to go faster. "if you want to ride me, do it properly." he said with a slight harsh tone, his voice husky.

a broken sob tore from your throat as you felt his cock hit that spongy spot inside you. your head was tilted back and your eyes rolled to the back of your skull as you rode him, your breasts bouncing every time you bounced on his cock. a bead of sweat formed on your forehead as you rode him faster and harder, your fingers digging into his flesh.

wanderer groaned loudly as you picked up speed, your body moving with a rhythm that only you could manage. his eyes roamed over your body, taking in every detail as you rutted against him, your breasts bouncing with each movement. he wanted to bury himself deep within you forever, to mark you as his own, but he also wanted to savour this moment, knowing that it wouldn't last forever. as you neared your climax, he pulled you close, pressing his lips to yours and muffling your cries with his mouth as he held you.

you bounced on him hard for the last time before your walls clenched around his cock and your orgasm washed over you, your moan followed, muffled by his mouth as he kissed you open-mouthed. your body shook uncontrollably as you came on his cock, he had to hold you tightly so you wouldn't fall off of him.

wanderer's eyes closed as he felt your body clamp down around him, his own release coming fast as he buried his fingers in your hair, holding you close as you both came down from your high. when he finally pulled away, he smiled at you, his eyes still half-lidded from the pleasure he'd just experienced. he leaned forward, brushing his lips against your ear. "that's my good girl. i think i'm going to enjoy having you as my little troublemaker." he whispered, his voice full of underlying lust and affection.

your cheeks flushed as you smiled shyly at him, your arms coming to wrap around his neck again. resting your head on his shoulder, you said softly, "i love you." he chuckled softly as you leaned against him, his hands running through your hair. "i know you do," he whispered, his voice barely audible above the sound of your heartbeat. "and i love you too, you know that, right?" he nuzzled into your neck, nipping lightly at your skin. oh, how badly you wished the school would just blow up so you could spend more time with your beloved boyfriend.

[aventurinespuppy]

bully scaramouche x gn reader (part two)

CW: smut, mentions of bullying, dubcon, sub reader, gn reader, choking, slapping, biting, cumming inside, doing it in a classroom, blacking out

WC: ~1.3k

AN: this has been sitting in my drafts for SOO long cuz i had to muster up the confidence to write a sex scene LMAOO i kinda went wild with this one but please enjoy

He lowers his voice and speaks in a sultry tone. "I've taken quite the liking to you." His hand drops to hold your throat and leans closer to your ear. "How about you be mine?"

You scoff and peel his hand off of your neck.

"Are you kidding me?"

He chuckles and steps back from you, allowing you a tiny smidge of space.

"Why won't you look at me, hm? Scared you won't be able to resist after seeing my handsome face?"

"Don't be ridiculous!" You turn around to look at him and glance at the door behind him, wondering if you had bitten off more than you could chew. He notices your gaze shifting to the door.

"Surely you're not thinking of leaving already? You're the one who brought me here after all."

You bring your attention back to him and make eye contact with him, sighing as you take note of his cocky smirk. You brace yourself with a deep breath and speak as steadily as your nerves allow you.

"I've gotten lots of complaints about you from both students and teachers" You pause to observe his reaction, continuing when he stays silent. "Since I'm the school council president, you fall under my responsibility." He doesn't stop looking at you the entire time you speak and you falter slightly under his intense gaze. "So, um.. I'd appreciate if you brushed up on your behaviour."

He seems to genuinely take in what you say and you internally celebrate, hopeful that he'll agree and reduce your future workload. It was hard work always cleaning up his messes after all.

"Quite demanding, aren't we? I'll consider it if you do a favour for me."

You quirk an eyebrow up at him and he grins down at you. You mentally prepare for his next words. God forbid if he asks you to do his homework for the next month. You had enough on your plate.

"If you let me fuck you, I might just stop."

His words come out naturally, as if this was a normal request to make. Your eyes widen and you take a moment to process his words. Did you hear him right?

"W-What? Are you insane?" You back up and hit the table behind you, gripping onto the edge of it as to not lose your footing. He chuckles at your speechlessness and takes a step toward you, leaving you no space to move.

"Maybe I am. Now will you let me fuck you or not? I don't have all day to wait for you to decide."

You lean back as much as you can and turn away, distancing yourself from him. Seemingly unhappy with the newly added space between the two of you, he leans in again and cages you in between his arms. Your eyes wander all over the room, looking anywhere but at him.

"W-We can't.." You squeeze your eyes shut and let out a noise somewhat akin to a squeak when you feel him take a strand of your hair and twirl it around. He murmurs softly to you.

"We can't? We're both adults here and I've seen the way you look at me. Don't pretend you don't want this too."

You look into his eyes, filled with desire. He glances down at your lips and you at his. It doesn't take much more before you're both leaning in to capture each other's lips in a hungry kiss.

Your fingers play with his hair and his hands wander to your waist. He pushes you down onto the table, one hand behind your head to make sure you don't hurt yourself. You chuckle to yourself at this sweet gesture. He pulls away and starts kissing down your neck.

"What're you laughin' at, huh?" he mumbles agains your skin. His breath tickles your neck and you giggle again.

"Nothing, just.. didn't know there was a soft side to you."

He bites down hard on your neck at this and you wince.

"What was that for?!"

"I'll show you how rough I can be and you'll regret calling me soft."

He leans back in for a rough kiss and starts unbuttoning your shirt. You get the hint and unbuckle your belt, but as you start to wiggle out of your pants, he grabs your wrist and stops you.

"Leave it on. The door's still unlocked y'know."

You glare at him, silently telling him to let go of you so you could lock the door properly and he chuckles, tightening his grip on your wrists.

"That's it.. Keep looking at me with that look on your face. Makes me wanna ruin you all the more."

He lets go of your wrists and turns you around to face away from him and before you can question what he's doing, he presses your face into the table and you groan out from the force. You scold him to be more careful and you receive no response as he moves to pull your pants down just enough to expose your eager hole.

Without warning, he sticks a finger in, poking around your insides as you struggle to suppress your sounds. He notices this and tries even harder to pull some noises out of you, adding another finger and stretching you out with a scissoring motion.

"Stop teasing, you asshole.. Put it in already." You say through gritted teeth. To emphasise how badly you need him, you wiggle your hips enticingly, which only earns you a harsh smack on the ass.

"Patience is a virtue. One you clearly lack, my dear." And with that, he pulls out his fingers, leaving you empty, but not for long as he abruptly thrusts his cock into you. You curse him out and grip the edge of the table, unprepared for the intrusion, and he laughs at you.

"What was that earlier? You could never like me? Hah.. Don't make me laugh. Look at you now, drooling over my cock and I haven't even started moving yet."

"You talk too much.." You mumble and he slaps your ass again, making you jolt. He grabs onto the fat of your hip roughly and his other hand wraps around your throat as he starts pulling out slowly, only to harshly slam his cock back into you.

He continues with this slow but rough pace for a while until you beg for him to "go faster!!", to which he rolls his eyes but obliges.

A mix of lewd, wet noises and the both of your groans and moans fills the classroom, the both of you getting lost in the pleasure and forgetting that you're still in school. You could've sworn you heard some footsteps coming down the corridor, just stopping outside your classroom, but who knows? You were certainly too far gone to care.

He fucks you mercilessly, not letting up on his harsh pace at all, abusing your poor hole and you're sure you'll be feeling the effects tomorrow, but right now, all you could think about sucking his cock back into your greedy hole.

You feel his breath tickle your ear as he leans down to talk to you and you vaguely hear him say something along the lines of.. cumming inside? Your cockdrunk brain can barely hear, let alone process what he's saying to you, only begging for more pleasure and you hear his melodious laugh ring beside you as you realises you're completely in subspace.

At some point you swear your vision blacks and the next thing you know, you wake up, confused and alone. Blinking a few times, you try to regain your senses and look around. Anger and embarrassment paint your face red as you remember what happened. You scan the room for your clothes and you find them folded in a neat pile, with your phone on top. Your phone screen lights up and you squint to read the top message:

'I'll be seeing you again, my lovely council president.' - Unknown

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@drthymby

[aestheticaltcow]

High School

Carmy didn't like high school, but he liked you. When you asked him to speak to this year's graduating class about being a chef, how could he not say yes?

The Bear Masterlist

Carmy was quiet and shy; he didn’t do great in school but managed. If it weren’t for Mikey, he wouldn’t have left the house much. On the other hand, you were the classic popular girl- beauty, brains, prom queen, student council president, and, of course, way out of his league. 

He couldn't believe it when you’d asked him to speak at your high school career fair. It had been years since he’d been in Chicago, but Carmy assumed you’d moved on to bigger ponds by now, so to hear you were president of the alum board was a surprise. 

“Okay, next up, we have Carmen Berzatto, part of our 2009 graduating class. He is one of the youngest chefs to win a James Beard Award, owns two restaurants here in Chicago, and is a three Michelin star chef. Everyone welcome Carmen!” you happily introduced. Carmy swallowed, feeling awkward with so much attention on him. As the two of you passed by each other, you couldn’t help but notice how handsome he was. As you sat down, another alumni board member whispered, “He got so cute…” to you. You bit your lip to suppress the giggles. Tight white t-shirt, patchwork tattoos, and disheveled curls… you’d always thought Carmy was cute in a ‘shy guy’ way, but wow… 33 looked good on him.

Carmy answered a few student questions, trying his best to avoid stuttering in front of everyone. You lost track of time as you listened to his velvety smooth voice as he explained some of the roles you’d see in a typical fine dining restaurant; you glanced at the time on your phone and realized he’d gone over his allotted time. You got up and stumbled slightly before getting up to the stage. Carmy noticed and said ‘thank you’ before handing off the mic.  “Okay, everyone, it's time to head out to the quad. Vice Principal Shore will be out there to direct you to our variety of college and vocational school booths, and if there are any alumni you’d like to speak to more, we’ll be out there too.”

You watched Carmy sneak out of the multipurpose room, “Hey, you guys, go ahead. I have to call Wolf’s dad.” you said to another alumni board member and watched as students exited the building. You walked outside and quickly picked up on the smell of cigarette smoke. “Carmy,” you giggled before following the scent behind the building. 

“Still smokin’ ciggies behind the mpr Berzatto?” Carmy shook his head as he let out a puff of smoke in the opposite direction of you, “You here to bust me?” he asked, leaning against the fence. Your heart fluttered. Did he know how cool and sexy he looked in that moment?  You shook your head. “Thanks for coming, Carmy. It was nice seeing you.”. Carmy grinned. “You-uh, you wanna get a coffee sometime?” he swallowed, hoping not to come off as a loser. “You’re very handsome and successful, Carmy; you don’t want to date me.” “Why’s that?” Carmy asked as he ashed his cigarette before throwing it in the trash can. You stood there with your hands on your hips, awkwardly rolling on your heels, “Well, I have a kid and uh… an ex-husband. I’m a workaholic, and I spend a lot of time worrying about my kid.” Carmy nodded “I like kids, no ex-wife, also a workaholic…Let me take you out on one date?”

[obeythebutler]

Could you write the Dateables protecting MC? :)

Dateables Protecting MC

WARNING: Violence, Spoilers for all the characters.

DIAVOLO

You're supposed to be safe here, Diavolo affirms.

He had R.A.D. established right in his domain, in his capital, so that demons could be civilised (at least according to human rules of morality) and some familiarity could be achieved.

Every professor in this institution had been nitpicked, each student noted on paper. Appropriate measures taken to ensure safety—no fighting, no ragging, no running around unnecessarily—but what can you expect from demons.

It's hard to keep nature bound in chains.

What Diavolo didn't fathom was that some demons would have the temerity to lay a hand on the human exchange student.

His eyebrows furrow as he stops, a reticent smile still on his face. The students in front of him freeze; in the middle of having their academic documents signed by him.

"Please excuse me," He says, looking down at the demons. "I have a meeting to attend right now. Give the documents to Barbatos, and I'll stamp them by tomorrow." The students nod, bowing before leaving the room.

Although he should wait at least long enough so that they are out of sight to avoid suspicion, Diavolo can't wait, won't wait—

The safety perimeters around the campus have been breached.

Normally Barbatos or Lucifer would have taken care of such a situation, but Lucifer is back home and his butler is currently torturing a painfully arrogant noble in the Underground Labyrinth.

And it's Diavolo's magic which had formed the protective barriers, so that the Prince would know the affairs going around his academy. If it were ordinary demons he would have ignored the warnings and let the Council Members handle it, but it's a human which has breached the boundaries.

And there's only one mortal human in the Devildom. Solomon would have teleported, not blatantly ignored the infernal magic in the air.

The students lingering in the hallway step aside when they see their Prince walking with a sense of urgency to him. Diavolo knows they will gossip about him later, rumours will spread, but when they have not?

He only hopes you are unharmed.

He rushes past the gardens, disturbing the soil and the plants there. Devildom canaries, which normally would have produced the melody that the President of the Student Council loved to listen to are absent.

From what he's taught and what he knows, silence is ominous.

The forest behind the academy constricts on itself, as if wanting to hide away itself from outsiders. Still, Diavolo ignores, and forces the branches to wring away from each other and for the dense foliage to give way.

Or else he will burn the place to the ground.

You stumble on the the uneven ground, finding that the wind isn't enough to protect you against fire. Damn those demon, you grit your teeth and resume enforcing your boundary, careful to not any of the flames singe your clothes, so flammable.

The being in front of you sneers before breaking the boundaries that you had just enforced.

Fuck.

Hastily you deflect the demon's attack, but the spell drains much of your human energy, and you fall on the stones below.

"I'd suggest you go back from whichever came you crept out from," You mutter, noticing the soil that clings to the demon's hands and legs. "Besides, things might not end well for you."

"Says the pathetic human dragging themselves on the earth."

He advances further, and your heartbeat quickens when you realise just how sharp his nails are. It reminds you of talons, like that one time you watched a human-world documentary with your demons about an eagle tearing into the flesh of a fish with their talons.

He swipes at you, and you manage to get up and turn in time to avoid a lethal blow, but you underestimate his agility.

The demon's foot collides into your back, and the force of it makes you fall flat on the ground. You groan, the pain intensified with your head banging on one of the rocks.

"Weak, pathetic human," He hums above you, and when you open your mouth to cast an incantation that will make your attacker be thrown two-hundred leagues into the vast forest, he steps on your leg.

Fuck. It hurts, it hurts, it fucking hurts—

There's a weight above you, and the fiend has now placed himself above you, and unfortunately for you demon biology dictates that demons be faster, stronger and heavier.

"Should have known better than to wander into the forest all alone," He mutters, and you feel his breath on your neck. "Lost, little lamb. Foolish human."

He sits up, his weight constricting your chest, rendering you unable to breathe properly.

"Where did your pacts go now, huh?" The demon taunts, scraping his nails against your back, and it draws blood. You hiss. "Where did the Avatars go now?"

Your hands come in contact with rocks. Small, jagged pieces, and you don't waste a moment further before throwing it above you.

From what you can deduce, one of the pieces has hit him right in an eye, given the way he spits and curses. "Insolent human!" A curse, and the sound of a snarl makes your blood run cold.

All words leave you in that moment. You freeze, expecting teeth to tear into your throat, but instead you feel the demon being hauled off your back.

"And to think one of my nobles would betray me this way."

A familiar voice, and when you are able to turn and be grateful to be able to breathe properly once again, you look up and see the fiend hanging in the air.

Diavolo, you can't help but mumble.

The demon's face is starting to turn pale, given the way the Prince is gripping him by his neck effortlessly. He struggles and kicks, but it's futile.

You've never seen Diavolo so angry before. The calm veneer he usually had has disappeared, replaced by furrowed brows and an anger that makes you tremble in fear.

Even the forest, which had seemed so constricting and so secretive earlier has opened up, as if for the rightful heir of the Devildom. Or maybe that's just his magic.

"You dare harm them?" A threat and a question, and you think you hear bones cracking.

But then Diavolo throws him down, rendering such a blow that the demon is rendered unconscious, lying haphazardly on the forest floor.

The Prince breathes in deeply, as if trying to contain his anger, and then he turns to you.

"Did he hurt you?"

"Was about to," You say, getting up with Diavolo's help. "Thanks," You say, as if it's a normal day in your life to be attacked by demons, but hey, that's what your life was in the House of Lamentation when you first came here.

You can't be blamed for being indifferent to some violence and threats on your life.

"How did you find me?" You ask as he checks you over for any injuries that may have gone unnoticed by you. "I thought I was sneaky."

"At the wrong time and at the wrong place." Diavolo breathes out, and you notice how his shoulders sag. "Certainly, a forest of all places to cause mischief? You could have been injured or killed."

"I know, Dia, I know," You say, dusting off dirt from your clothes. "I thought I was safe here."

"Well, a forest is not exactly a safe place to be in," He chastises, but places a hand on your shoulder all the same. "Why didn't you call for the brothers?"

You turn away, embarassed.

"Didn't want to appear weak," You pout, not quite able to meet his eyes. "But I think I should have—"

"What could have happened to you if I hadn't come on time?" Diavolo questions, and his tone is serious. Gone is the friendliness you're accustomed to from him. "Why did you sneak away?"

"I'm sorry. I just wanted a moment to myself, and there are so many restrictions as to where I can go about in the Devildom, I just wanted some peace." You apologise, hugging the demon. "I'll be more careful next time."

Diavolo breathes out, and then there are his own arms enveloping you, until you're pressed against him.

"I apologise too," A sincere apology, squeezing you softly.

There's only so much Diavolo can do too. He can enforce rules, regulations, punishments, but in the end, you can't change the perceptions of others so easily now, can you?

And Diavolo wants to be a just ruler. Unlike his father, who spurred by grief and hatred made his son what he is today, but Diavolo did not turn out like his father. The Prince doesn't want to repeat the sins of his predecessors.

He will work towards unifying the three realms, he affirms. He will work towards a world where you can roam around safe, where he and you can exist peacefully.

Diavolo vows as he holds you close.

And blame it on nature, but the demon can't help but drift his gaze towards the unconscious demon on the floor. Given lex talionis in Devildom law, it is only fair that a special chamber in the Underground Labyrinth be prepared for the perpetrator of such a grave offence.

BARBATOS

When the butler had embarked upon another pilgrimage to the port market, he was expecting to purchase some fresh tapir for dinner.

The Young Master has expressed a desire for it, and so went Barbatos to the market. And again, it gives him an excuse to procure more goods. The demon walks and walks, past Majolish with its alluring glitter and R.A.D. with its elaborate pillars. Students would be having their clubs around this time, and night shops being set up. He navigates past them with the ease of a man who has traversed these routes since millennia, and he would know them blind.

He knows he has reach the market when the scent of the sea greets him.

And like a man on a mission, the demon buys fresh tapir first. Freshly cut and stored, and takes care to avoid bumping into the other demons around. They know better than to anger their Prince's butler, with his enigmatic smile and polite mannerisms.

There's a special side devoted to human-world spices. Cinnamon, star anise, cumin, mustard, bay leaves.....and the list goes on.

Barbatos expects a crowd consisting of demons from various layers. He doesn't expect you.

You'd almost blend in, if not for the malice radiating from the lessor demon that is gripping your wrist with such tenacity that it is sure to leave bruises. Your expression is one of panic, brows furrowed and eyes widened, and the demon's a leer.

"What the hell," You hiss, attempting to pry yourself out of the iron grip the demon has you in. "Can't anyone in the Devildom just let me live in peace?!"

"Can't ever catch the human alone with those Avatars around. Always thought your soul would be delicious, and the fear radiating from you makes it even more delectable."

"I think you've had enough for today."

The demon turns their head in surprise, not having anticipated being called out in a crowd. And the smug expression on their face disappears when they realise that they've been caught by none other than Barbatos. The expression on their face changes briefly before being replaced by a calm veneer.

"Ah, Barbatos, should have known you were found of human goods so much."

"It would be in your interest to let go of them right now." A threat, spoken with a smile.

The being in front of him wanes briefly; but doesn't let go. You focus your gaze on Barbatos instead, and watch the man for any signal to act.

"And what if I don't?" The demon scowls, baring their canines. "What if I want to feast upon the human's soul?"

The butler smiles. "I'd like to see you try."

You realise that the market has now turned silent—the usual cacophony of vendors and customers bargaining has disappeared—replaced by an eerie silence. Demons are watching, and this situation puts more pressure on Barbatos and the demon to act. There's a circle separating you three from the crowd, and you think you hear a camera shutter going off somewhere.

It would be all over Devilgram by now.

When you catch the butler's eye, he nods, and you get the signal to act. You utter the words under your breath, and by the demon hears them, its too late.

".....spirit of wind, protect me."

They fall flat on the ground, an invisible barrier now separating you both.

"Fucking hell," They groan, getting up. "The human's more bold than I thought, huh?"

A clawed hand reveals itself, and the demon pounces.

You flinch, but find that the attack is not meant for you, but Barbatos.

....He's as cool as ever.

"Cat got your tongue?" He asks, having successfully thrown the demon on the ground with a swipe of his hand. "You were so arrogant before."

They attempt to stand, but they aren't able to. Their legs won't support their weight, and they're trembling so much—was that a paralysing spell?

The crowd watches, and no doubt that the demon is being recorded, or going live on the net right now, for everyone to see them humiliated. And it provides solid evidence of their crimes.

Demons know to stay out of the way of those more powerful. But some are foolish, undoubtedly so, and hence must learn their place.

It sometimes entails choking on bitter medicine.

There's a crackle of magic in the air, you recognise, after having been through countless lessons with Solomon. Something powerful yet subtle.

Barbatos.

Ah, so that is a result of his transformation into his demon form.

"You will be punished suitably, as your Lord deems fitting," He declares, letting his tail whip around in the air. "And the consequences will be severe."

His demon form is meant to bring his point home. No threats against you will be taken lightly. They will be met with the gravest of punishments, and sanctioned by the de-facto ruler of the Devildom.

"But I'll leave you here for a while—to ponder on your transgressions."

The demon can only protest, scream, cry, beg, but Barbatos will not budge. And even before they fear Barbatos, they fear public humiliation and punishment by the Avatars. They've heard of the time when the seven lords had strangled a group of incubi at the academy effortlessly, and it his perhaps his bad luck that they happen to be near Ristorante Six. Which is reserved for an event for the members of the student council today. How unfortunate.

"Did they hurt you?" Barbatos asks, expression neutral.

"I'm just a little shaken-up, that's all." You smile, attempting to convince the demon. "Couldn't help but feel a bit bad for the demon. Isn't leaving them like that too harsh?"

"Oh, not at all," He chuckles. "We demons are quite resilient, you see. What a fall from an eight floor building may do to a human body will only result in a few scratches or bruises at worst."

So that explains Lucifer's punishments...

"I think we can leave them, in that case," You declare, massaging your forehead. "They were being creepy."

"And it shall happen no more."

"I know, Barb, because of you." You say, and he only smiles. "Now, I think you should continue with your shopping. It's getting late—what are you looking at? Go away and leave us alone!" You address the crowd which gapes at you both, and they reluctantly disperse, a murmur passing through the demons.

"Would you like to help me with some of the groceries?" Barbatos asks.

There has already been one timeline where they all lost you—to hatred and anger. Quickly replaced by another you. But that doesn't help the nightmares that sometimes plague them all, even Barbatos is not spared.

And if there is even a single possibility where you are happy and safe in the Devildom, the demon will give all he has to make it into a reality.

Because he has grown to love you.

SIMEON

When you don't turn up for your promised sleepover, Simeon begins to get worried.

He thinks you're late, at first, having your time jeopardised by one of the brothers. Maybe Mammon roped you into one of his schemes again, and now Lucifer would be chasing after you both. The thought makes him giggle, for that is quite possible.

Or maybe you would have been tired and have fallen asleep.

Simeon begins to fret when the clock strikes nine, and he's just finished making himself a cup of hellfire rose tea. The beverage is supposed to soothe his nerves, but it does little to calm the growing restless in his mind.

He sends you a message, but you don't reply.

And when even Lucifer, the one demon that is the most level-headed out of all his brothers denies having seen you at home, stating that you had left an hour earlier, Simeon begins to grow panicked.

But he forces himself to calm down, and then the two brothers no more set out to search for you.

He picks up his cape and sets out, asking Solomon to take care of Luke for the time being, and keep an eye out if you come home in his absence.

"Don't tell Luke yet," He mutters, and Solomon nods. Simeon knows the sorcerer will search for you through his own unconventional methods.

His mind retraces the way to the House of Lamentation, the cobblestone slippery due to the recent rains. There's a slight chill in the air, and so the angel wraps his cape around himself tighter.

Living in the Devildom means that his eyes have grown accustomed to the perpetual darkness, so unlike that of the Celestial Realm. Even now so, Simeon is aware that he's far too bright for demon's eyes. It makes him more vulnerable to dangers in this realm, but Simeon doesn't care.

He's got no time to waste. One hand still clutches his D.D.D. in hopes of you calling him.

Flitting through these streets aimlessly makes him restless.

And that is a feeling that Simeon already had enough of.

A twig breaks nearby, and the angel's eyes dart towards the dense foliage, towards the forest that leads to the other levels in the Devildom. It's a foreign place for him, and he doesn't know whether he'll be even to able get inside.

But he walks in anyways.

Just like he did millennia ago, when the ground seemed to shake and Michael stormed the hallways, demanding to know who had freed Lilith from the dungeon.

And he'd refused to participate in the war which had led to their sister's demise.

Why must it be a sin to love.

Even now, when Simeon steals a glance at Celestial weapons, it seems to him that they reek of sin, stained with the blood of their kin.

He forces himself to swallow the lump in his throat and continue on the unfamiliar path, and stops abruptly. The earth, dampened by rain, has fresh footprints.

Simeon narrows his eyes.

You open your eyes groggily.

It was a bad idea to let yourself go to Purgatory hall alone, but you had managed to convince Lucifer after half an hour of bribing him with vinyl records and Demonus that the demon had finally agreed to let you go, but on the condition that you would keep sending him texts to assure him that you were safe.

Ugh, after this he won't even let you step one foot out of the house without himself or his brothers.

Bless their hearts, but a human also needs alone time.

You'd managed to make it halfway to Purgatory Hall, but then you'd inhaled something in the air. It made you light-headed, and the last thing you remember was footsteps rapidly advancing before you blanked out.

You let your eyes wander. It's a forest, but its not the one you're familiar with in the Devildom. The environment is strange, and it leaves an unsettling feeling churning in the pit of your stomach.

You can fend off any animals here, that's for sure. But again, the most dangerous beings in a forest are those that walk on two feet.

"Whosoever kidnapped me, it was a bad idea."

You say out loud, hoping they hear. When no reply comes, you continue. "I was supposed to be warm and comfortable right now, but you've succeeded in hindering my plans. Loser."

"Shut your whining."

The voice sounds like the rumble of stones falling down a cliff, and it hurts your ears. You finally let yourself get up, dusting your clothes from the soil that clings to them.

Something tilts your chin upwards, and you shriek.

"What the fuck?!" You exclaim, trying to push off what seems like an invisible wall from you. You can't see the offending demon, they seem to have some special sort of abilities—being invisible—and it does not have good intentions in mind.

And, to make matters worse, your cheek is bleeding, from where it had clawed at you.

"First time I'm seeing a human here," It croaks, from somewhere around you, and you can't find out where the voice is coming from. "Knew the Prince had a programme, but he never included the other layers of the Devildom in it."

It almost sounds like the demon is fuming.

"Are we not his subjects?" He seethes, and something lunges at you. It grabs your throat, and you're grateful for the spell you had from Satan to defend yourself.

You hastily mutter the words, as much as they allow you, until the demon is sent flying back, or what you presume, given there's no longer invisible hands around your throat. A shudder escapes your body, and it brings back memories you would not want to relive again.

"Whatever vendetta you have against your Prince, sort it out with him. Not me." You cough, your voice hoarse. "Otherwise I'll be forced to attack you."

"You?" It drawls on, seemingly amused, and you prepare yourself for another attempt. "A human?"

Then they're awfully silent again.

You hate it.

You can't tell where the demon is, and there are no streetlights here, and the forest is so unfamiliar, and with the adrenaline running through your veins, it does little to help you.

A twig breaks somewhere, and you whip your head towards the source.

There's a guttural roar, and then your surroundings seem to brighten up all of a sudden, so much that it forces you to shut your eyes. You hear leaves rustling, a shuffle taking place, and you think you hear arcane murmurings—

You force yourself to open your eyes.

And your conscience did not prepare you for this sight.

There's a demon on the floor. Finally visible, you sigh in relief, but you can't make out their features. And Simeon stands over it.

His back is turned towards you, so you can't see his expression.

"You dared to harm them?" Simeon utters, and the words have a menacing tone to it. "I will not tolerate this."

The demon shrinks backwards, as much as their hands and legs let them ago, trying to back away and away and away from an angel that radiates wrath.

"You deserve to be punished."

Angels were created to do God's bidding. Protect the righteous, execute judgement and serve.

Justice is blind.

And so is anger sometimes.

Maybe other angels would have been forgiving, you think. Perhaps Raphael would have let a rain of spears rain down on the fool and present them to Diavolo, or maybe Michael would serve Divine Judgement.

But you are a human amongst demons.

And there is an angel in front of you.

An angel who has eons of wrath bottled up in him.

But he's not all-forgiving.

You can't see what happening, but Simeon bends down to whisper something into the demon's ear, and you can hear the fellow whimpering at his words.

He stands up again, and turns his gaze towards you.

"Close your eyes, please," Simeon says, and you hear him snarl, but you choose to ignore it all the same.

He's never going to be the same after this, you conclude, as the demon's screams reach a crescendo. You know the angel is on the precipice of falling.

Seraphim to archangel. Archangel to an ordinary human. Human to demon?

Is it love that will lead Simeon to fall, or the very ground on which he had established his angel-hood?

Wrath chokes you, makes the air thick and foreboding. It's alike Satan's rage, which spills over, and results in destruction. But the fear radiating from Simeon is something else, ancient anger which has been left to simmer for too long and has turned poisonous.

You had closed your eyes. Like a good lamb.

But you opened them too soon.

"Little lamb," He whispers, helping you stand. "Are you alright? There's blood on your cheek."

You think its guilt on Simeon's face. He's refusing to look at you now, choosing to instead stare at the moon which paints you both monochrome.

"I'm sorry," You say, trying your best to lighten the mood. "But thank you. I'm okay, it doesn't hurt."

"Still....you don't mind seeing me like this?" He hesitates, words trailing off in a whisper. Doubt fills Simeon's heart, but when you hold his hand so gently he caves in.

"Let's go home."

You don't tell Simeon that you saw white feathers turn black. You'll love him all the same—angel, demon or human.

SOLOMON

Maybe Solomon has a penchant for sensing danger.

Blame it on being protective, but he knew he could not stand back and watch you venture into Siren beach alone. He knows it is an important assignment, a vital part of your training to become a renowned sorcerer under his tutelage. Solomon knows you are worthy, knows you are formidable, but you're still learning.

And he would hate to see you hurt.

So when the protective charm he had placed on you secretly breaks, Solomon drops the vial of hellfire mushroom essence on the floor and stains his carpet.

He curses in a language that human ears have not heard in a very long time, mutters a spell under his breath and creates a portal.

Long ago, he would have checked twice before entering any newly-manifested portal. But he learnt and learnt and made mistakes, and now, Solomon can recite the incantation in his sleep.

His room blurs and disappears and the very air seems to change, and then the sorcerer lands on sand.

Solomon dislikes the ocean.

It brings up memories he'd rather forget, and the smell of sand and salt in the air stirs something foreign inside of him. It twists his heart into knots, but he brushes off the feeling and continues towards where your magic is the strongest.

A siren's song echoes in the distance, and Solomon takes caution and blocks that noise from his ears.

It makes humans mad.

Your scream is the first thing that reaches his ears, and he teleports.

"Make it stop!" You garble out, barely managing to cover your ears while the sirens crowd around you. They all have leers on their faces, and their lips keep moving, singing songs which will drive you to insanity.

Thankfully he can't hear, but oh fuck, he didn't teach you any spells that would keep the worst of the chorus out.

A pang of guilt strikes him. How could he be this negligent?

You look at him so scared, so helpless, so defeated—

Eons ago, he was like you too. Scared and doubtful, until he made himself a king and earned wisdom which granted him everything else, everything but death.

"Get away from them!" He shouts, eyebrows furrowed.

The sirens steal a look at him, and freeze, confused at a human which is not affected by their voice.

"Strange," One says, with seaweed in her hair. "A mortal who is not maddened yet."

He strides towards them, until he's managed to be close enough to whisper the words in your ear that will protect you against their songs, and watches as you mutter the words he says and then sigh.

"Let us be, we are no ordinary humans."

"That makes the hunt irresistible." They reply, and Solomon smiles, and shares a look with you.

"They think we'll fall in no time," He chuckles, hand under his chin. "Want to show them who we are, MC?"

You grin. "Gladly."

Then one lunges, nails and teeth far sharper than on any siren he's seen before. He recites a chant under his breath, and she falls back, into the sea.

"Warned you."

The others hiss.

You ignore the adrenaline running through your veins and focus on the remaining sirens, reciting a hex that you learnt with the sorcerer a month ago.

"......let them be singed."

There's a shriek, and it seems to be coming from all directions—the sirens all retreat into the water, your spell having done its job.

You stare until the surface calms, still not trusting yourself to face Solomon. You're trembling slightly, and you were so scared that you were going to die—

"It's okay." Solomon whispers, voice weak. You turn around to gaze at him, the sound of waves hitting rocks a background melody. He's smiling, but there's desperation in his eyes. He's hiding his true emotions right now, and aren't you doing the same?

The sorcerer hides his face into the crook of your neck, and you feel him press his lips to the skin there. He shudders, and you don't comment on it.

"I should have taught you the spell before letting you come here," He whispers, his voice breaking off at the end. "I had almost lost you there. Forgive me."

You wrap your arms around him. "It's okay," You a press a kiss to his head. "I'm safe, you're safe, we are safe." You hope Solomon is comforted by your words, given he's never let himself be so vulnerable with you before.

"You'll grow to be as powerful as me." The man chuckles, breathing deeply. Relief floods his body, and now that the adrenaline has worn off it leaves Solomon lethargic. "My sorcerer..."

He just want to be with you.

"We should go home," You suggest, noticing the chill in the air. "It's getting late. The sirens may return.."

"You can take care of them just fine now, can't you?"

"Now now, don't get too chummy with me."

BONUS: LUKE

Sorry Luke—

[thechaoticplayer]

The Confident Student Council President 🔞

Author's note: had this sitting in my drafts for about 2 weeks... giggling and twirling hair- this didnt come out exactly the way I want it but I guess I'll cope + ratio

Summary: your stupid ahh male friend asks you to get the shoulder pads (that he forgot) for football practice. however, you werent expecting the student council president to be inside, the man you've been crushing on for quite some time now...

Contains: x reader, Dom! Ver Vermillion, him being super demanding and sweet at the same time, this was inspired by his fucking shower stream (I WAS SCREAMING), theres a bit of plot, praise, smut yet again it's not even a surprise anymore

VER VERMILLION was something to admire. In class, he had a sense of authority to him, but never abused the power he was bestowed with. He was very gentle but stern, like an mature older brother. Ver had no problem putting someone in their place, and it put you in awe of him. You quietly watched him from afar. Noticed every tiny detail about him.

Ver's hands. They're so pretty, but with a single gesture, he could make the whole room silent.

Ver's voice. Calm and low, still somehow heard over the ruckus of the classroom. When he raised his voice in the slightest, everyone knew to shut up.

Ver's smile. He was constantly smiling. A soothing smile that put everyone at ease. He could easily charm anyone within a 10 feet radius with his smile alone.

Ver's face. Sometimes an expression of relief, of slight irritation, of slight happiness. You wondered what expression he'd make if you littered his face with kisses. then you quickly shook the idea out of your head, because it was highly unlikely of ever occurring.

Everyone knew who Ver Vermillion was. Hardly anyone knows you, never the less know of your existence. You were content with that, because you could never be someone near as popular as Ver. Besides, you weren't anything much, just another valedictorian who gets asked the answers to questions.

Speaking of which...

A classmate leans over to your desk, where you sit scrawling down notes. "Psst. Hey."

An internal sigh. "Yes?"

He glances at the teacher before looking back at you. "Do you have the answer to number four?"

"Yes. Right here." You point to your sheet and angle it to him, where he stares for a good moment and nods.

"Thanks."

"No problem."

Back to being ignored again. Not that you minded.

Your attention shifts back to the council president. He was nearly in every single class you had, which you were grateful for. It was nice to observe him. Not in a creepy way. Thatd be weird.

Ver speaks with a student to his left, a small smile on his face, eyes twinkling mysteriously. You pondered what went on that head of his. He had to deal with students almost all the time. How did he deal with it all? Especially the annoying ones. God, what a pain in the ass.

You didn't realize you were staring at Ver until he glances in your direction, eyes locking for a split second. Fear and embarrassment flash through your body as you jerk your head back down, as if you weren't awkwardly staring at the man not too long ago. This happened frequently, to your dismay. Always staring and always caught. No way to escape the council president.

Did he think you were a freak for doing so? maybe.

You didn't look up the rest of the class period.

With a swing of your bag, you hold the bag on one shoulder, adjusting the strap to your liking. You push in the chair and weave through the stream of people out the classroom. You were on your way to meet with a close friend of yours, the only person you considered a "friend" anyway.

He was doing his football practice today, which you usually always came to. You had nothing else better to do anyway. He contrasted your introverted side, him being such a people pleaser. It wasn't a surprise that others began to ship you two together. But you two were just friends. Nothing more. Besides, you had eyes on someone else. And your friend knew that. Constantly teasing about your red cheeks everytime you were in close proximity with Ver. Each time earned him a "shut up!" And a punch to the shoulder.

A small bzzt vibrates in your pocket. With another series of buzzes to go with it. You paw through the one hundred millions of things in your pockets before pulling out the desired object. Your screen lights up to reveal texts from... well speak of the devil.

Hey uh... ik ur on ur way to my practice, but could you get my shoulder pads for me?

I totally forgot abt them

Hurry up coach is gonna kill me

How the fuck did this kid forget one of the most important things of playing such a violent sport? Space cadet...

You respond with a quick "yea" before scurrying off towards the direction of the boys' locker room. You actually had to shove past a couple of people, which you hated to do because that's being an asshole, but you also didn't want your friend to get yelled at by his strict coach.

You halt at door, furtively searching around the place before just rushing inside. You don't need any speculation on your plate along with huge packets of work. Upon seeing no one, you sneak inside.

Now which locker has his stuff in it? You quickly tap out the question and send it. You look around frantically, the "delicious" scent of sweaty men in the air. God, they need some damn air freshener.

You open each locker and judge from the sport bag which one was his. He wasn't answering, causing the anxiety to rise steadily. You really didn't want to get caught in here.

Deciding to calm yourself, you pause and recollect your thoughts. Clearing your mind, your ears pick up the sound of running water. Confused, you approach the sound. Did one of them forget to turn off the faucet? But it sounded more of a shower on, and as you approached, steam exited out the doorway of which you presumed was the showers.

You scratch your head. Who would be in here? All the boys are already outside. Who the hell would be showering right now anyway? One of these football heads must've left the shower on.

You peek inside, squinting through the steam. That has to be some hot water. You peer through the some to see a lean figure under the shower head. The steam clears a bit and your eyes widen.

Rivulets of water roll down his skin, spiraling down from his chest, down his abs, to his thighs, down his sculpted calves. He raises his arms up to run his fingers through his hair, his back muscles rippling with the motion. His arms aren't extremely muscular, but you could tell he worked out. You only could see him from the back, as your gaze traveled further down, your face felt extremely hot and a hundred million thoughts went through your mind.

Ver Vermillion.

You were... spying on the student council president. in the shower.

Oh god. In the shower. He was so...

Fucking hot.

You skitter back, almost slipping on the tile and banging your head against the changing stalls. A hand pressed to your mouth to keep you from screeching. Emotional moment. very fucking emotional. Suppressing your urge to scream on the top of your lungs because oh my god? Thousand hundred question marks?

You hurry back to the locker area, ramming your shoulder hard into a locker after taking a turn too fast. You hiss in pain, rubbing your shoulder.

"Hello?" Ver's voice calls. You curse yourself. "Is someone there?"

Nope nope. You're Casper.

You run into the other hall of lockers as the sound of water slapping tile approaches. You cease breathing through your fingers, your heart like a jack rabbit in your chest. You press your back into the metal, wishing you could just melt into the locker.

"I know you're in here. I can feel the prescence of a soul."

Sheeeeesh... was there anyway of escaping this? you eye the only exit, the only one you entered through. If you sprinted, would he be able to make out your face? He'd probably wouldn't even recognize your back; you weren't anyone extremely memorable or anything.

"Don't even try to run. I'll catch you," Ver says, voice light. "Might as well show yourself."

You sigh, concluding the fact you could not escape unscathed. You edge closer towards the corner of the wall, peering over to look at Ver.

A hand clutching the towel around his waist, he watches you reveal yourself with a flash of surprise and was that recognition? before it was replaced with a stern look.

"Would you like to tell me what you're doing in the boys' locker room?" Ver questions, seemingly not minding the fact he was practically naked. Way too confident to be okay with the presence of a female in his midst. which was very attractive. But not the point.

Your cheeks burn. "...my friend, who is on the boys' football team, forgot his shoulder pads." You tried not to stare for too long.

You shift your weight from foot to foot as he raises a skeptical brow at you. "Why couldn't he get it himself?"

"He's already on the field," you answer lamely. "Plus his coach... is mean."

Ver walks and pauses in front of you, holding a hand up near your chest. You stare, confused. He seems to be studying something before closing his hand. "You aren't trying to be deceitful. However..."

"Yes?" You swallow, the heat becoming unbearable. You could feel the heat resonate off him. A throbbing ache between your legs cause you to squeeze your legs together.

Ver's eyes darken, the hand now cupping your chin. "I can feel your desire. for me."

Hellllloooooo?

Your breath catches, unusable to look away from his startling gaze. "Uh..."

"You've been watching me. You always seem to be looking out for me without knowing. That small box of mochi, my favorite... that was you, wasn't it? And the line of students trying to ask me questions were suddenly cut in half, stating that their questions were answered by someone else." Ver observes your facial expression and you can't help but break eye contact. "I see."

"I can explain?" You whisper quietly, your skin flaming at his touch.

"You can, and you will. You see, I've been watching you as well. I've caught on to you, so I decided to watch you. Always helping others, without wanting anything back. Willing to do anything to help me because..." Ver pauses. "Why?"

"Because..." you falter. Might as well spit it out, right? You gulp again. "Because..."

His eyes bore into you, and it wasn't helping. Maybe he didn't need to know after all?

"Why don't you show me?"

"...What?"

"Show me why."

You stare at the council president. What exactly was he asking? Then it clicked. Oh. But... you couldn't dare to-

Could you?

Just this once. Life is short, right? and he's so close...

You slowly rise onto your toes, closing the distance between you and Ver. Before your nose touches you stop suddenly, the anxiety and nervousness causing you to halt. What if this was a mistake? what if he didn't want to kiss you? what if this isn't what he meant at all? What if-

A small groan exits his lips as Ver grabs the back of your head and pulls you close until his mouth finds yours. Your eyes widen with a gasp and he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue inside your mouth.

You whine softly, letting go of all the worries and throw your arms around him tightly. Ver groans once more, his hands gripping your hips as the hot make-out session continues, inappropriate wet sounds echoing through the room.

You stutter backwards and your back hits the locker and continue, tongues dancing together as Ver tugs on your shirt. You pull away, pulling the shirt over your head, and smash your lips against his once more.

Ver's hands roam all over your torso, sliding up your waist to your back, unclipping your bra but not removing it.

He breathes against your neck, "Is this what you want?"

"Yes," you reply, just as breathless.

"Are you sure?" Ver gazes into your eyes, searching for the affirmative.

You nod, leaning to his face to nip at his bottom lip.

He explodes.

Ver throws the bra away with a low growl, biting your neck and eliciting a quiet moan from you. You unbuckle your own pants, the pants dropping down to the floor as Ver sucks love bites all over your delicate skin. One hand fondling your breast, his thumb lightly skimming your tit and a stammered breath escapes you.

"Your tits are already hard," Ver notes, pinching one of them and making you squeal, flushing horribly. "I wonder if..."

A finger presses itself against your clothed cunt and you whimper, holding onto his shoulders tightly. Ver sighs, rubbing circles on your sensitive area.

"I can feel how soaking wet you are... this whole time, you wanted me this bad?" He chuckles quietly, enjoying the way your legs quiver in anticipation. "I'll show you how much I want you too."

His finger slides underneath your panties and meets your clit. You gasp, biting you lip as the council president works his magic on your wet pussy, his ministrations causing you to whimper. Ver kisses your neck, mumbling praises against your skin.

"You're doing such a good job..." Ver whispers, two fingers inside you now and you moan. He pumps the two in and out quickly, his long fingers almost kissing your g-spot and it makes it harder for you to hold yourself up. "Good girl..."

You whimper louder. "Please..."

"Please what, sweetheart?" Ver purrs, somehow increasing speed and your moans increase in volume. "Are you going to cum?"

You nod quickly, the ache growing tenfold. But then he stopped. You open your mouth to ask but when he rips your panties. You squeak in surprise as he hoists you up, your legs instinctively locking around his hips. Ver's towel audibly drops to the floor.

Ver's tip nudges against your hole. He looks at you. "May I?"

"Y-yes," you stammer, burying your face into his neck.

His tip nudges into you, entering completely and bottoms out, groaning. You moan loudly, your walls clenching around his hot cock. He filled you up completely and tears blur your vision slightly. Ver stretched you out deliciously, and he started to thrust in and out.

His nails dig into your hips as he slots his hips up against yours, grunting in your ear and leaving sloppy kisses all over you. Ver kisses you deeply, swallowing your noises as your juices stick between your bodies. You felt extremely warm all over.

His cock drags in and out your walls, pressing against the spot repeatedly. Pleasure racks your body. You rake your nails across his back, toes curled as the council president rams himself into you. The metal door groans against the movement.

"Shit..." Ver mumbles with a small groan. His dick throbs hard inside you as you clench around him. "I'm so close baby, s' close..."

A small whine as the only response you give as you squeeze your legs around him, the only indication of your incoming orgasm. He speeds up, panting hard.

"Cum with me, sweetheart, cum with me," he speaks in one breath.

You nod, lips parted as you lean your head back against the locked. "Yesyesyesyes-"

His seed ribbons inside as your own cum squirts all over his cock, a soft and drawn out moan in your hair as his hips stutter against you. Your legs limp as your chest rises up and down quickly, sweat shining on your skin. It felt awfully sticky down there, but you didn't mind one bit when Ver looked up at you with a soft and affectionate gaze.

He brushes the hair plastered to your forehead away and says softly, "you're so beautiful, you know that?"

"I..." You blush, leaning into his touch. "Thank you."

"You're welcome. Let's clean you up." Still inside you, probably because the man didn't want to pull out just quite yet, he carries you to the showers to wash you up.

THE NEXT DAY...

Ver smiles at you from across the room and you wave, blushing hard. The both of you were officially dating after the... well. Burst of sudden confession you two did.

Your friend, however, was extremely awkward around you and Ver. He was constantly avoiding yours and the president's gaze for some odd reason. You have been meaning to ask him, so you lean close to him.

"Hey, you've been acting weird. What's up? Is it because I didn't get your shoulder pads and got in trouble?" You tease with a small smile.

The tips of his ears go red as he stares down at his desk. "About that..." he clears his throat. "I... did try to get them but..."

Realization hits you in the face like a brick wall. Your entire skin takes on a pink hue. "You-"

"Yeahhhh. I should've stayed put honestly..."

"Oh. My. god."

"Not that I care or anything. Go get some girl, I guess."

"Please shut up."

"Sounds like you two were getting into it pretty-"

You punch him. Hard. A yelp of pain satisfies you and Ver looks over at you two, startled. you smile sweetly.

Greatest two days of your life.

[deliciousangelfestival]

Frosty Affection | Bucky Barnes

Character: College!Bucky Barnes x College!Reader

Summary: Y/N a cheerful student chases Bucky Barnes, the cold Student President's heart. Will her efforts warm him up?

Words Count: 1,022

Main Masterlist || support: Ko-fi

Thank you to anyone who gave a like, reblog, and left a comment. It motivated me to write more. 

Drabble, Meet The Barnes , Homecoming , Jealous , Sick Boyfriend

In a bustling university campus, a quiet student named Bucky sat with his friends at the campus canteen. His striking appearance drew the attention of many, but his demeanor was as cold as the ice in his drink.

Y/N, on the other hand, sat with her friends at a nearby table. Their conversation was lively, but her eyes kept drifting towards Bucky, who was the Student President.

As they chatted, Lisa, her best friend, nudged her and whispered, "You know, you can't hide it. Your eyes keep wandering towards Bucky like he's the only thing in this cafeteria."

Y/N blushed and tried to play it cool, "Oh, come on, guys, I'm just people-watching, that's all."

But her friends exchanged knowing glances, chuckling among themselves. They couldn't help but tease her about her ongoing fascination with the enigmatic Student President.

It's not a secret. Everyone on the campus knew cheerful Y/N had feelings for Bucky, who could freeze the fire with his glance. 

Their combination is like ice and fire. 

Y/N had a massive crush on Bucky and couldn't help but admire his dedication and leadership. So, she often found reasons to be near him, whether it was joining clubs he was a part of or attending events he organized.

Her feelings for Bucky didn't go unnoticed, but he never seemed interested in her beyond polite nods and thank-yous. 

The situation continued for months, with Y/N's relentless pursuit and Bucky's polite indifference. 

That was until one fateful day when Bucky arrived at the university, only to find that Y/N was nowhere to be seen. Puzzled, he inquired with their mutual friends but received the unexpected news that she had left for a family vacation.

"Where's Y/N?"

One of Bucky's friends was surprised when Bucky asked where Y/N was. 

Sam chuckled. "Now you're looking for Y/N? Geez, Bucky you can be honest that you like her."

Bucky rolled his eyes and then went back to his table. He looked at his watch. Usually, at this hour, Y/N will come to the student council room and tell him, “I bought cookies/drinks, and the cashier gave me extras. Do you want some?”

Without Y/N's constant presence, Bucky felt a strange emptiness. He began to notice her want more than he ever saw her presence. He missed how she would brighten his day with her infectious enthusiasm and cheer him on from the sidelines, even if he never asked.

As the days turned into a week, Bucky's irritation grew. He couldn't understand these new emotions that were bubbling up within him. He found himself longing for her company and wishing she would return.

Y/N, on the other hand, had taken her vacation as a chance to reflect. The break allowed her to reassess her feelings for Bucky. She realized she had been pursuing him relentlessly without considering whether he truly reciprocated her feelings. She decided it was time to move on and focus on herself.

When she finally returned to the university, she noticed that Bucky seemed different. He was no longer bothered by her presence, but rather, he appeared genuinely happy to see her. 

After her return from the vacation, Y/N couldn't help but notice that Bucky's attitude had changed. He was no longer bothered by her presence, but his words remained guarded.

"Y/N," he began, his voice sounding distant, "Where have you been?"

Y/N was taken aback by his cold tone but replied, "I went on a vacation with my family."

Bucky, much to her surprise, murmured only he could hear, "I thought you had decided to move on."

Y/N blinked in surprise as Bucky's words caught her off guard. She had expected him to maintain his usual indifference, but here he was, initiating a conversation. Her eyes widened as he continued, "Y/N, there's something I've been wanting to discuss. I want you to be my secretary. It might be useful to have you around."

Y/N couldn't hide her astonishment at his offer. She stammered, "You... want me to be your secretary?"

Bucky nodded, a hint of warmth breaking through his icy facade. "Yes, I think it could work."

Unbeknownst to Y/N, Bucky had seen a holiday photo of her on social media with another man during her vacation. It had ignited a surprising feeling of jealousy that he couldn't quite comprehend. As he made his offer to Y/N, the image of that photo lingered in the back of his mind, adding to his growing confusion about his own emotions.

Y/N was pleasantly surprised by his unexpected gesture, and she couldn't help but smile as she replied, "I'd be honored, Bucky."

Honestly, Bucky doesn't hate the attention he got from Y/N. However, his strict upbringing to be the next leader in the underworld business made him realize the word 'Love' doesn't fit him. But now he felt irritated seeing Y/N smiling with other men from her holiday photo. 

Perhaps, sooner, he could understand what ‘Love’ means.

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Months had passed, and Bucky and Y/N's relationship had grown stronger. They had been working closely together, and their connection had deepened despite the initial complications.

One sunny afternoon, sitting in a quaint café, Bucky leaned closer to Y/N and whispered, "You know, there's something I haven't told you."

Y/N raised an eyebrow, skeptical yet intrigued. "What is it, Bucky?"

Bucky paused dramatically before revealing, "I'm the next leader of the underworld business."

Y/N burst into laughter, thinking he was joking. "Oh, come on, Bucky. You're quite the comedian, aren't you?"

Bucky chuckled and admitted, "I'm serious, Y/N. My family has a complicated history."

As they sat there, the reality of Bucky's secret life began to sink in. Y/N may not fully believe him yet, but one thing was sure – she loved him regardless of his hidden identity, and she was ready to face whatever challenges their relationship might bring.

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Wind breaker

fem bodied reader | smut | action | pwp | jayjo/fml | vinny/fml | wooin/fml | joker/fml | hyuk/fml | owen/fml | enemies to lovers | angsty | the other woman (?) | reverse harem | fluff | SLOW BURN! | all characters featured are 18+

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"What does he want from you, Demitra?" Minu asked, turning the attention to me. Panic flooded through me as I looked at Jay, who was waiting for my answer.

"I-I don't know," I stammered. The truth is, I have no idea what Vinny is up to. Why does he want to help me? Isn't he mad at me? I bit my lip, feeling the weight of my words. "But I can say that he's not threatening. Maybe he just wants to mess around with you guys."

"Yeah, he better be bluffing," Jay said, crossing his arms. This time, I won't let it slide if he does something again." Everyone looked surprised by Jay's seriousness.

"He's still our friend, Jay..." Minu started, but Dom cut him off.

"That's not how friends should act," Dom said with frustration. "He has no right to scare people or damage things that don't belong to him."

I stayed quiet, unsure of what to think. I knew I shouldn't get involved in their problems. I wasn't there when their friendship fell apart. I wasn't around for their conflicts. In short, I had no right to speak up. All I could do was talk to Vinny later and ask him to leave me alone.

"Demitra," Dom called out, not looking at me. He was staring at the floor. "Call us if he bothers you again. We won't let anyone harm you. You're part of our group now."

I was stunned by his words and looked at everyone in disbelief. Jay's intense gaze made me wonder if they truly considered me one of them now. Does this mean they're my friends now? But deep down, I knew Vinny wouldn't hurt me. Wooin wouldn't allow that to happen.

And why do you think that, Demitra? Just because you sense that the leader of Sabbath likes you? Gosh, this whole situation is just too much to handle.

"I understand, thank you," I said softly. Mia touched my hand, a smile gracing her face.

"If it weren't for you, this crew wouldn't be improving as much. You're a genius, and thank you for helping us, Demitra."

After she said that, I remembered the times when I taught Jay and Dom about biking. Even this morning during our class, Dom asked for advice on how to increase his speed, and I helped him with all my knowledge in sprinting. It was only now that I realized because of them, I returned to biking, but for a good reason this time.

After our P.E. class, I couldn't shake off what had happened from my mind. I let out a heavy sigh before running my fingers through my hair. I glanced to the side and saw the student council president staring at me, blushing. Some of our classmates were with him. I just rolled my eyes.

I knew they were the reason why my locker was filled with letters and flowers. I didn't expect to attract so much attention here in Korea. I thought I would have a quiet life as a student, but I was completely wrong.

I was startled when my phone rang. I wasn't surprised when I found out who had messaged me.

Wooin: Joker will pick you up there. So be ready.

I let out a sigh and hid my phone. I was surprised when a thick book was placed on my desk. When I looked up, I saw Jay with a serious expression. He adjusted his glasses.

"What is this?" I raised my eyebrow.

"A book," he answered simply.

Irritation crossed my face. "Stop with the sarcasm. What am I supposed to do with this?"

"Do you think my tutoring is finished? You're not even halfway there yet," he leaned against the wall.

I chuckled. "Aren't you supposed to be thinking about the race for tomorrow? Why are you thinking about helping me with my Korean again?" I shook my head.

"My mom isn't home. We can study there," he suddenly suggested. I was surprised by his sudden invitation. I looked at him in surprise, but his face remained serious.

"Maybe next time, Jay—"

“Why?” he quickly asked. “Do you have somewhere to go?”

My heart raced. I could feel the heat rising to the back of my neck. Why is he doing this? Damn it. I should be staying away from you, dumbass! You're just making this situation much worse than I expected.

"Yes," I replied. I smirked. "Don't worry, I'll study hard at home, Sir Jay." I teased, but it didn't change his expression at all. So cold.

As I made my way down the stairs and stepped outside, I immediately noticed Joker’s sleek motorcycle parked nearby. He was leaning against it, arms crossed, with his usual blank expression. This guy is always so hard to read. Maybe he's annoyed that he has to pick me up.

"Wow, I didn't expect you to be the one Wooin sent. I thought it would be Vinny," I joked as he handed me a helmet. It was my first time riding a motorcycle, and I fumbled with the helmet, not sure how to put it on properly.

"Disappointed?" he asked, moving closer to help adjust the helmet on my head. I felt a blush rising to my cheeks.

"Nah, maybe he'd crash his bike if he picked me up. That guy hates me," I joked again, trying to lighten the mood. Joker’s gaze briefly flicked to my lips before he looked away. He then climbed onto his motorcycle and gestured for me to get on behind him.

"Well, I'm the one here. Come on," he said as he started the engine.

I climbed onto Joker's motorcycle, feeling uncertain about where to put my hands. What if I fell off? Panic started to set in as I bit my bottom lip.

"You can hold on there," he said suddenly, pointing to a spot behind him. I felt a bit of relief. "Or you can hold onto my waist if you're really scared."

Why would I do that? My cheeks began to heat up.

"No thanks. I'm fine--FUCK!"

I wasn't sure if Joker did it on purpose, but he sped off so quickly that I had no choice but to grab onto his waist. The motorcycle zoomed ahead at an alarming speed, and I kept my eyes shut the entire ride. I was too terrified to let go until we finally stopped.

"Are you trying to kill me?!" I snapped, shoving the helmet at him angrily. He just tilted his head, giving me a deadpan glare.

Does he really have the right to look annoyed? I should be the one glaring!

We entered the club, and Joker walked ahead, leaving me to follow him. The place was a madhouse, with people dancing, drinking, and shouting. The music was deafening.

A drunk guy bumped into me, nearly knocking me over. Thankfully, Joker caught my elbow, preventing me from falling.

"What the fuck?--Joker!" The guy started to get angry but quickly recognized Joker. Joker stepped closer, his gaze icy.

"You got something to say?" Joker threatened. The guy quickly shook his head, raising his hands as if surrendering. "Get lost," Joker growled, shoving the guy in the chest, making him stumble back.

I shook my head and walked ahead, knowing we were heading to the VIP room to meet Wooin.

As I stepped into the VIP room, my eyes widened at the scene unfolding before me. There was a pole in the center, and dancers - or more accurately, strippers - were performing for Hyuk. I looked around, hoping to spot Vinny, but he was nowhere to be seen. Instead, I saw Wooin sitting back, casually drinking while a woman with long black hair grinding on his lap. She was barely dressed, and I could see him touching her ass as he took a sip of his drink.

My cheeks flushed with embarrassment, and I was about to turn and leave when Joker blocked my path.

"Why did you bring me here, you idiot?" I muttered, feeling irritated and uncomfortable.

"Let me out of here..."

"Is that Demitra?" I heard Wooin's voice, causing me to squint in disbelief.

I put on a fake smile and tried to play it cool. "I see you're all busy. What a great timing huh?"

Hyuk, who was lounging on the sofa, turned his head towards me. "You're pretty quick."

"Your friend seems to have plans to kill me with how fast he drive," I said sarcastically.

"Leave, everyone," Wooin suddenly announced, causing the dancers to stop and the woman on his lap to pause.

"But you said..." annoyance dripped from the woman's voice.

"I'll just come back next time. I'm leaving," I said, but Joker was leaning against the door with his arms crossed.

"Stay here, Princess. We have a lot to talk about," Wooin smirked.

"Do you really need me to win your race? From what I've seen, you guys are already pretty skilled," I remarked, crossing my arms as I watched the girls gather their things and leave the room.

I heard Hyuk scoff. "So, who's gonna tell her?"

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Demitra..." Wooin got up, came over to me, and adjusted his glasses. "You're not here to share your bike knowledge, Princess. You've got your own skills, so why share them with us? We have our own."

My heart skipped a beat at his words. I widened my eyes and pondered his statement. If that's the case, then why did they bring me here?

"Then why did Vinny say you needed me..." I started to question.

Hyuk clicked his tongue while lounging on the sofa. "He just said that to get you here."

My mind was reeling from what I had just learned. What on earth is happening?

Why do I feel like they're not telling the truth? Why does it seem like Vinny was being honest, but he just didn't know this was the plan all along, especially from their leader? My breathing quickens as I stare at the guy in front of me. Joker doesn't want to let me out. Hyuk seems to want this too. What do they want from me? I don't want to think that they all have feelings for me. I'm not that kind of person who thinks the world revolves around her. But their actions suggest otherwise.

Wooin chuckled. "You see, Demitra, you're our secret weapon. Even though we have skilled people like Vinny in our crew, having someone like you makes a real difference to our team."

"You're joking..." I burst out. "A weapon? Are you insane? Didn't I tell you I don't want to be exposed to that biking stuff anymore?" I was starting to get angry. I saw Hyuk shift in his seat. I could feel Joker moving behind me. Wooin's expression changed.

"You don't want to be exposed, you say? Then why are you letting Hummingbird use you?"

Hyuk's words sent a chill through my entire body. He stood up from the sofa and walked towards us. There's no way he knows that. I felt my face pale, so I averted my gaze.

"I- don't know what you're saying..."

He rolled his eyes.

"We know you've been training with Hummingbird," Joker suddenly spoke up from behind me. I turned to him in shock. "We also know they're using you as a replacement for their female rider, Shelly, who's currently in England," he said coldly.

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Male Yandere Husband x Pregnant Female Stepford Wife Reader

(I don’t think you’ve done anything like this yet? So if not, think you can try?)

I want him to be a master manipulator, but really delusional in a loving/devoted sense. Believing that what he’s doing is for our best interest, as well as the baby’s. That includes confining us at home, always being with us 24/7 when we’re outside our home, etc. And generally getting us to be 100% dependent on him, (like we already weren’t heavily dependent on him before…)

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Yandere! Husband! Politician x Pregnant! Fem! Stepford! Wife! Reader

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I had a hard time incorporating the yandere stuff with such a willing reader, but I tried LOL.

This one's only got two sections, since the both of you are married already, so it went straight to the yandere-ness.

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Yandere! Politician name: Maximus

Maximus.

Just like his name, he was the greatest Politician out there. Whatever that means.

He's charming, intuitive, generous, kind, and compassionate.

Every election season, if you ask people who will they vote as a mayor or whatever position Maximus ran as, they'll say

"Isn't it obvious? Of course it's Maximus!"

So it didn't faze the people that he won whenever he ran.

As young as he is, he's always been active in the political sphere. From the student council, he's always been in the highest positions out there. Secretary, Vice President, and President.

Hell, if you ask him to do treasury, then he'll gladly accept and do it much better than the current treasurer or auditor. No specks, no crumbs, a clean liquidation sheet.

And when he graduated as the University president, local parties flocked towards him to invite him in their political party.

So many choices for the great Maximus.

After many days of researching and finding out the dirt, secrets, strengths, and weaknesses of each political party, he chose a party suited for the straight laced man.

That, and that you were there.

You were the unlisted assistant of your father, who was running as vice mayor, and is finding a mayor to be with.

This was perfect.

Maximus has always liked you.

Scratch that.

He always loved you.

You were the daughter of a well known governor inside your city. Pristine, shy, quiet, and always had a smile in your face, everyone back in school liked you. You were the epitome of etiquette and manners. If parents want somebody to compare to their child to belittle them, it would be you, little miss perfect.

Both of you live in a small city, almost a town size. So everyone knew each other, and you both lived in the same district.

it's just that he didn't fly under your radar from how busy he is.

Unlike your father, you never joined politics. You just sat there, studied, did some small knitting projects or sewing. Maybe even drawing if you felt like it.

At first, Maximus didn't really pay you any attention, until he heard your conversation with your friends.

"What? Seriously?"

"I am serious." Your melodious laugh echoed through the empty halls. It was already 5pm, and only a handful of students are left.

"But... That's so traditional lol."

"I know, but really. I just want to stay at home, serve my husband, take care of our kids... You know, the gist."

"But, you said you'll do Social work, Home eco, or culinary in Uni. So what's up with that?"

You just smiled at your friends until they said "oh..." in understanding.

Those courses can help develop your home rearing skills.

"I mean, sure. If you're happy with that." One of your friends finally broke the silence, followed by "meh's..." "eh..." and grunts of approval.

"Thank you for accepting for who I am." You smiled once more at them and they gave you an understanding grin.

Then and there, Maximus became curious about you.

Maximus also had a traditional way of thinking. Not all women, but his wife should just be staying pretty in his home, while taking care of their children...

He knew that only a small percentage of people would be open to that notion, and he was fine with it.

It did made him feel lonely sometimes. He's always dreamt of a domestic life, but the woman is always a faceless grey glob. He just can't see somebody in his life who would be willing to be like that.

So when he heard your conversation, that night in his dreams, he woke up sweating and confused when the faceless glob greeted him. But rather than the glob, it was you. Smiling with two children who looked like the exact perfect mix of the both of you.

"What the fuck..." He breathed out of his mouth, shaking his head.

Now, every night, his dreams were infiltrated with you.

And that started in highschool, all throughout University, up until you both graduated.

Your paths never crossed once more, since he's in AP classes most of the time, both of you were on different blocks in senior highschool despite having the same strand, and he chose Political Science in University while you did BS in Home Economics. But he always peeled his eyes for you. Dismissal, lunch, even breaks.

His friends teased him for having such a long time crush, and he just laughed and waved his hand.

And when the both of you graduated, he's about to confess his feelings when he saw you talking with a man, with eyes so wide and filled with adoration.

He felt his heart break.

He was numb, standing there and looking at you interact with the man who was smiling down at you with a ruffle on your hair.

He felt irrationally jealous.

Wait, him? Jealous?

He never felt jealous.

Did he?

He doesn't know anymore.

All he could see is you holding a bouquet of lilies and smelling it while the man hugged you.

He wants to rip the man limb from limb, desecrate his body, and feed it to the alligators.

Why is he wrapping his arms around you like that? He never heard you getting a boyfriend?

And he has a lot of connections to know.

Then he scoffed, like a breath of fresh air rushing into his lungs.

He needed a break.

When did he act like this? When did he become so...

He doesn't even know what it's called.

He's always been a good man. One that doesn't know anger, jealousy, possessiveness...

But what's this? Feelings that stirred inside him threatened to spill out.

So he ran away before it would get worse.

Years later, seeing your name in that certain partylist, he knew he had to join it. Just for a one sided closure he needed.

"Hello! You're Y/N right? You went to the same... School as me!" Maximus said, leaning his upper body to meet your face. His face soft, gentle, and mellow.

"O-oh! Hello sir Maximus! I knew we did, but I didn't know you knew me..." You shyly answered, your thumb brushing against the back of your other hand.

Maximus gulped.

He didn't realize how much he is missing you.

His eyes scanned towards your desk and his eyes widened a bit when he saw the man once more with you in a photo, but this time, with your father and mother.

So, with his trembling lips from the sudden hope bubbling inside him, he pointed.

"Is that your family?" He whispered and you nodded with a soft smile of adoration.

"Yes. I love them a lot." You said, caressing the photo. "That's my dad, mom, and my big brother."

"Oh! That's amazing. It's rare to see a tight knit family nowadays. I mean, families falling left and right, can't people just communicate and--" Maximus rambled, not even caring if the things he's saying is insensitive. He was just so happy that he actually has a chance to woo you.

"Is that so? I mean, my family had fallouts, and sometimes communication is not enough. Actions speak louder than words, of course." You said, carrying the conversation further.

Maximus grinned before taking a seat beside you and talking about deep, familial stuff. With him sprinkling hints of him being a traditional man.

You didn't miss the hints, evident from the blush forming on your cheeks and the shyness emanating from your words faltering.

And he found it adorable.

Once you both ran out of things to debate, he held your hand gently.

"Hey, y/n, what do you think about going on a date with me?"

The rest is history.

"Darling, I'm home!" Maximus yelled once he got inside the mansion. "Today was a bit of a mess..."

Maximus heard an excited gasp and shuffling before he saw you waddling towards him, with a 7 month pregnant belly.

"Welcome home, darling." You greeted him with the smile he loves.

You took off his coat and hung it on the rack, before guiding him towards the kitchen.

"I helped cook today! The dinner for this night is lamb ch... Maximus?"

Maximus has a frown on his face, looking at you with such a disapproving look.

"Darling, why are you working in the kitchen?" He gently asked, caressing your belly. "You're pregnant, you need to rest always!"

You shrunk down a bit, sad.

"But I want to serve you again..."

Maximus' eyes softened at your words before giving you a loving kiss on your forehead.

"I know, darling. But that's what the chefs are for right? The servants too. I hired them to take care of you. Of us." He said, guiding you to the couch and gently sitting you down. "I don't want you getting tired. You're already being burdened by being pregnant and nurturing our child."

You nodded, easily swayed by his words.

"I know... Give me a kiss?" You asked, tilting your head up. He chuckled and gave you a soft peck.

"There. Now stay there, alright? We'll be eating here in the living room. You're already walking too much." Maximus said before hugging you and going to the kitchen.

Once he got to the kitchen, he grabbed a knife and threw it at the chef that was already cowering in the corner.

"Why did you let Y/N work?" He growled out, his eyes sharp, deadly, and authoritative.

Ever since you got married to Maximus, his protectiveness shot through the roof. He doesn't like it when he doesn't know where you are, he doesn't know when he doesn't know what you are doing, he doesn't like it if you talked to people he doesn't know personally.

He installed cameras, mics, and planted people around you that he knew he can scare into submission.

Especially now you're pregnant, he's making sure you always stayed beside him.

When did he become so twisted, from the nice, generous, and kind politician, to something like... Him?

"S-sir, the madam insisted on cooking for you!" The chef trembled out.

You were a rare type of woman who was so open to just being at home, and be the wife he needed to see every time he goes home.

He can't let you go.

Ever.

Maximus sneered and bit his nail, eyes sharp with thoughts.

"I need to drill in more thoughts into her pretty head..." Maximus grumbled.

You were already so willing just being inside the mansion, and so open to his manipulation that you weren't aware of.

He told you that you don't need to go out, that the world was a scary place for a wife like you. And that whenever you go out, you needed to be by his side.

He's already working so hard serving the city, and serving you is a bonus, and a privilege.

He's so occupied with taking care of the place both of you growing up, yet had the time, love, affection, and care to single you out and shower you with his attention. Why would you need to do anything other than serving him as his wife? That's blasphemy, and selfish.

He drilled that in your mind.

And you were so accepting of the fact too.

"If she insisted on helping in the kitchen once more, tell her 'what would sir think?', okay?" He spat out at the poor chef before suddenly smiling. "Don't tell anybody this, or else your family gets it."

He walked away with a triumphant smile and grabbed the food from the counter.

He walked towards you, and saw you scratching your cheek softly confused and scared, almost.

"What's wrong, darling?" Maximus asked, worry etched on his face as he sat down beside you.

"Oh, uh, I just..." You gave him your phone, which was ringing with the number of the exclusive nursery room designer he hired. "C-can you talk to him? I don't know what to do..."

Maximus shivered, seeing you so dependent on him.

Clueless on what to do, on what to say.

He smiled before taking the call for you, with his hand holding yours.

You didn't even start eating yet, waiting for his words to start.

His cute little wife can't even eat by herself.

How... perfect.

This was his perfect life.

With the perfect wife.

And he'll be damned if he didn't protect this.

If he didn't protect you.

So just be swayed with his words and put yourself in his palm.

He will make sure you are well taken care of, and that your pretty little brain will not hurt from thinking too much.

That's a promise.

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Summary- Akashi Seijuro, the man with a split personality, meets a person who has no personality. Basically, Dissociative Identity Disorder vs Depersonalization-derealization disorder.

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Trauma.

No matter how big or small, it's the one main thing that can lead to personality disorders.

And no matter how dull your eyes looked when he forced you to look up, he knew that there was something behind your irises that resembled what he sees in his own reflection in the mirror.

Akashi Seijuro, the first year student council president, captain of the Rakuzan basketball team, the man feared by everyone in the school including his seniors. It was near impossible to surprise him, he seemed unfazed by everything.

And yet, his heterochromatic eyes were dilated. He stared into your own eyes, which showed no signs of any emotion whatsoever- no fear, no respect, not even surprise when he suddenly shoved your shoulder and forced you to look towards him.

He was tired of how you only responded to his words with a simple "mhm" as you did whatever reasonable job was asked of you. He was annoyed that you didn't show him the same level of respect as everyone else did in your class. And he was frustrated with how you just seemed to not care about his presence.

He needed answers.

And he did get answers, without you having to say anything.

"Tch," he walked away.

He had an urge to talk to you, be around you and find out exactly what lead you to be like this, just so he could feel like there's at least someone out there who would understand him. But he suppressed his urges.

He'd hear Oreshi's voice every once in a while, suggesting Bokushi to open up a bit, but as long as it was Bokushi in control, Akashi Seijurou would never let his pride fall.

"Maybe if I lose, if that ever happens." he'd scoff in reply, as he looked at himself when he washed his face before heading to bed. "If that ever happens..."

The Winter Cup was just around the corner. And as expected, Rakuzan made it to the finals without breaking a sweat. People from their school were there in the stadium, cheering them on throughout the matches, but Akashi noticed that there were also some who stopped showing up after a couple matches.

And he wouldn't have been bothered by it if you weren't one of them. All he wants was acknowledgement from someone like him, and yet here he is, facing off against his former teammates, knowing they wouldn't understand everything that runs through his mind.

Bokushi and Oreshi truly were like two sides of a coin, opposite but cannot live without each other. They were half of a whole of what made Akashi. But that also caused him to be confused about his own feelings. While both seeked attention, Oreshi wanted it to be out of understanding, while Bokushi wanted respect. Prideful was Bokushi but with a considerate Oreshi in the way, Akashi couldn't help but get swayed away often.

In the end, Rakuzan lost to Seirin in the Winter Cup. Bokushi accepted his loss as Oreshi was free to be in control again.

"What happened to your hair?"

Akashi found himself in front of you. He hadn't given it much thought, letting his instincts, his need, drive him this once.

He seemed to have changed a lot. But you on the other hand, seemed the same as ever as you sat there, alone, in the school courtyard, your lunch on your lap. That same, expressionless expression...

"Listen, I just want to talk."

"Oh, is this you letting go of your pride?" you took a bite of your food. "Wow, what happened?"

"Just thought of changing some things up. I hardly doubt that's abnormal."

You just hummed in response and continued staring into the distance. Akashi was feeling nervous. This is the one time he's willing to let go of his pride, so he better utilize it to the fullest. "Do you mind if I join you?"

"Sure, this spots empty anyway."

"What about your friends?"

"They're probably eating together, somewhere. I don't know, and I don't really care. All I want is to look at that bird nest over there."

Akashi followed your finger to the bird nest, where two baby birds sat, cuddling up to a much bigger bird. Then he looked back at you and the way your eyes were glimmering at the sight.

Huh, maybe you do show some emotions. And, if he were being completely honest, then even his eyes were probably glimmering at the sight. It was pretty peaceful after all.

"Say, Akashi-san, do you have an interest in the concept of 'still life'? It may seem boring to some, but it can bring a lot of peace to some others."

"I haven't heard too much about it, but would love to know more. Please do continue, yn."

Most of Akashi's conversations included work. To be able to talk about something so casual was a bit foreign to him, but he certainly didn't mind it. He hadn't realized how easy it was for him to get along with you. Was it because he'd grown used to your unfazed nature towards him and and his position? Was it because he realized that being seen as just another person isn't so bad after all? That he doesn't always need to assert his superiority as he was told to by Bokushi and his father?

Healing is conditional. It takes time and the right people. And maybe, choosing to be here with you might be his first step.

He's not sure whether this is Oreshi's consideration or Bokushi's pride, but he doesn't even want think about it, because right now, he's sure of one thing.

He wants to help you both get through whatever together.

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[envies-writing-corner]

Hello! If it’s okay with you, may I request doppio dropscythe x reader dating headcanons?

Dating HC

Includes: Doppio Dropscythe, Hex Haywire, Ver Vermillion

Genre: Fluffy fluff

TW: hopefully none

Word Count: 618

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Doppio Dropscythe

To be completely honest, he probably followed you around for MONTHS. He just couldn't get enough of your sweet personality and care. You were so kind to others, so gracious as you walked. You probably helped him realize he should turn his ways around and stop being a delinquent.

He adores you, with every ounce of his being. He would do anything he could to make you smile, laugh, blush. He like to come off as mischievous and devious but when you come around, he's following you like a lost puppy.

Would want to spend every second with you, sometimes getting in trouble with Ver because him clinging to you is 'distracting him from his council duties' or smthn.

Doppio may enforce rules and punishment, but he'll gladly break all those rules for a minute of love and cuddles with you in the halls or an unbusy corner of the school.

Hex Haywire

Oh this sweet, sweet, sweet boy. He's in desperate need of a hug every time you get to spend time together. It's a hard job, being able to take on another's pain, to give them joy once more. At first he thought that's all you wanted too. A bit of joy in a dark and cruel world.

You didn't want that though. You just wanted a life in his gaze, you wanted to be his bit of joy, so any chance he gets to relax, he will always find his way to your arms. You're his safe space, now and forever.

Definitely enjoys teasing you after a bit apart, coming up behind you in the halls and wrapping his arms around your waist, dropping to a low-tone of voice, husky whispers in your ear of greetings and terms of endearment.

When things get to be too much, he loves laying with you, whether it's in the council room or outside in the grass cloud watching. Your presence alone is enough to chase any unwanted thoughts out of his mind. He knows he'll be ok as long as you're here.

Definitely calls you 'love', 'dear', and 'darling~'

Expect a lot of dates and gifts, he wishes to spoil you, you were a breath of fresh air in a smoke filled room, and don't tell Ver but he definitely used the council credit card to pay for everything. You're worth the trouble, in his eyes at least.

Ver Vermillion

Everything is better when Ver is around, he's just a great person to be near, sure he can cleanse anyone's soul and give hope for the future, but you saw past that ability, you saw past the president persona, and you saw the boy behind all of that.

He'd be hesitant around you at first, cautious as to not end up hurting himself beyond his limits, but when he realizes you genuinely don't want anything but to love him, he's putty in your hands.

Being the president of the student council is a lot of work, having to deal with financial choices, repairs, enforce school rules, keep a hold of the rest of your council, be lenient but still harsh. It's a lot for one person, so he's always happy to see you whenever it's been a hard day. Just hearing your laugh could bring him out of the darkest and sourest moods.

Because of all his work, he's sad you two can't spend more time together, so be prepared to be constantly dragged to the council room by Doppio, saying he's 'following orders' only to end up on one of the couches with Ver, cuddling the stress away of yet another over-budget expense one of his fellow members had charged to the council credit card.

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Author's note: Ahhhhh, I apologize if anyone seems OOC, I haven't watched many Doppio streams so I'm unsure how to write him properly. I hope you still liked this, even if it wasn't that good. Thank you all for your continuous support!

[nogenderbee]

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ᵀᴼᴰᴬʸ'ˢ ᴬᴿᵀ : Soothes Your Frustration(colorfesta) - KAITO

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You're student of the president council and you're most certainly great at what you're doing! But not many know you actually have to pull many all nighters to be so great... or maybe they do? After all, bags under your eyes must say a lot...

Today, you had to give each club president papers to fill because of school's new rules. You already took care of all club's, except one... basketball club. It wasn't scarry or anything! You just had the longest way there so you got there at pretty late hour after constant running around.

When you entered your head already spinned, but you pushed that aside, determined to finish your work.

"Hello. Sorry for interrupting but I have few papers I'd like you to fill..."

"Are you okey? You're... barely standing on your feet..."

"Yeah... yeah... I'm just... I'll be fine... you just have to... sign... around here..."

You couldn't even point properly at the space where to sign! No wonder, before you could move to explaining why to fill this and why you're giving it to the president, you fainted at the spot.

And that's all you remember...

When you opened your eyes, you were already at different place. You sat up to look around, still feeling a little bit dizzy but definitely much better than before! So you sat up and looked around to find out you were currently laying on pile of mattresses which in school's gym warehouse, which were actually surprisingly comfortable!

"You're already up? How are you feeling?"

Basketball's club president, KAITO, asked you seemingly worried about your well being judging by his look.

"I'm sorry, I was so unprofessional... I should've explained why I even showed up and instead I-"

Before you could finish your thoughts, you were cut off by his laughing. It certainly wasn't very welcome, but you couldn't help but chuckle yourself at his explanation.

"Hahaha! You almost hit your head out of exhaustion and THAT'S what you're worried about? So rumors are true about you being such an overworked..."

"I-I guess... I suppose that's why I still feel dizzy..."

"Oh no, most certainly not. I made sure to catch you, so you must still feel a bit exhausted."

"Seriously...?"

"Of course. Do you really think I'd let a lady/gentleman hit their head? You should lay down if you still fill dizzy."

You finally layed back on mattresses, letting yourself rest for the time being, even closing your eyes!

That's untill you felt... someone staring at you? You opened your eyes again and took a quick look around, noticing it was no one else than boy with blue hair. He was looking at you with... smitten eyes? You decided not to ask him about it tho when you saw him immidietly getting embarrassed and blushing like crazy as he looked away with very quiet "sorry...".

You rested in quite comfortable silence. That's before your eyes landed on the clock... It was 2 hours after school!!! You quickly sat up again in a panic.

"I SHOULD BE HOME BY NOW!!"

"Oh no no no no, please don't worry. I assure you everyone knows already. I informed the school and they informed your parents. They said they'll come pick you up after work."

"Well that's gonna take some time..."

You couldn't help but sigh... but hey! At least you had nice company? Even tho you wished all of that didn't happen...

"Don't worry. I'm here for a reason. I'll stay with you untill they arrive and close the gym. Would you like a cracker?"

With a smile, he handed you pack of crackers to both relieve some tension and to get you to eat something.

"Sure..."

You gladly took it, sure this company you have here isn't bad at all~ In fact, you can't disagree that this little accident of yours, got you a new friend! Or... maybe even more in the future~?

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[dreamofdawn]

Hello 😊

I saw you were looking for requests so if I may, I would like to request like a Luxiem or XSOLEIL fic (kinda) when the members reveal their relationship to the other Niji en members?

I’m not really sure if you take multiple members but if you’re willing can you do Luxiem with Hex and Ver?

Thanks you sm <3 (srry if it a bit to much, you can cut out some members of you want 😅)

✧✧You ask and you shall receive ✧✧

Main paring: (male)Xsoleil x reader (separately)

Au: none

Genre: Fluff (slight crack)

Characters: Ver Vermillion, Hex Haywire, Doppio Dropscythe, Meloco Kyoran, Kotoka Torahime, Zaion LanZa.

Type: [HEADCANON], One shot, or Series

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Xsoleil revealing your relationship.

✧Ver Vermillion✧

The President of the student council Ver Vermillion being in a relationship? Now that's something.

Now of course that's a shock (not really) for people. Especially considering that he is quite busy. So nobody even thought he was in a relationship even him!

It's been 8 months since you and Ver have started dating, now ofc you didn't expect to have have The Ver Vermillion as your lover considering his very very busy and you thought you didn't have a chance at all but your relationship begs other wise.

Since you guys have been keeping your relationship hidden, no one really suspected you two to be in a relationship. They all just thought that the two were you are close friends (that kiss each other kidding) that includes his friends who are the student council!

Imagine their surprise when they found out your guys relationship:

It was a normal day in the student council (is there such thing as normal?), You and Ver were discussing on how you will reveal your relationship to your friends in his office.

"Maybe we can just call them here, then just tell them?" Y/n said to Ver as he nodded his head agreeing with her idea.

"Alright I'll just give them a quick call to see if they are busy." He said while pulling his phone out to call them.

Surprisingly they weren't busy (that is very unusual but eh) after a few minutes they all arrived in his office quite confused as to why they are all called here and got more confused to see Y/n there not that she isn't welcome of course. (They all know that she goes to his office multiple times)

Ver cleared his throat before began to speak, "Everyone I have an announcement"

Silence too over for a few seconds before Ver took Y/n's hand and clasped their hands together,

"Me and Ver are dating"

"..HUH?!"

Safe to say all were quite shock to here that(surprise) none of them (well except for zaion she has her suspicions but there wasn't that much proof) expect their own president was dating.

After the shock they were still very supportive for the both them.

They did ask alot of questions about their relationship and when they started dating etc etc.

Overall quite a interesting yet fun experience: 9/10.

✧Hex Haywire ✧

Now Hex Haywire the Student counselor our favorite unpaid therapist. Now some quiet expected him to be in a relationship but it's still a surprise that he actually is in one!

All of suspected you guys were dating considering he was very close to you and was seen very intimate with you but they just shrugged it off as a 'close friendship' (does that even exist).

You and Hex have been dating for almost a year now (woohoo congrats), your empathetic boyfriend asked you if you would liked to reveal your relationship to your friends.

You of course said yes seeing that it's almost a year now you two started dating and it would be quite unfair if they didn't know it.

So both it planned out, you two would announce your relationship on your guys hang out today.

Let's see how it plays out shall we?:

You and Hex were walking to your destination were you and your friends agreed to meet up, it was quite near so you two didn't drive their.

When you got there Kotoka waved at both of you as she was the first one to spot you, you all had a quick chat before heading in the cafe.

You all manage to find a table and say there, you all were chatting happily you almost forgot what you were gonna announce to them.

You were looking around the cafe it was very familiar but you couldn't figure out why. Before it suddenly clicked in your mind.

"hm, oh. Isn't this where we had our first date Hex?"

"hmm ah yes darling, it seems you still remember."

"......"

"WHAT?!"

Unexpectedly you accidentally reveal your guys relationship, all the planning was quickly throw down the window I supposed.

It was quite a shock but not really seeing you two are super close.

They are very supportive and were happy that you two are actually in a relationship.

They were quite surprised when you told them that your 1st anniversary will be coming soon

Quite interesting: 9.2/10

✧Doppio Dropscythe ✧

Doppio Dropscythe the student enforcer and the Duke of discipline. He was strangely more careful and energetic, alot of people were quite suspicious of his sudden change behavior but shrugged it off as him being him.

But what they don't know that the reason of his behavior is because you guys started dating!

Of course his behavior isn't bad, he was trying to not make you stress even tho you say it's fine.

You guys were dating for 7 months now. Doppio is still very sweet to you (like he never was) but still very chaotic.

Anyways you guys were heading to your friends to reveal your relationship, you suggested to him if you can reveal your guys relationship he of course said yes to this and now here we are.

Let's see how this one would play out:

You arrive at the mall (the agreed meeting spot) and saw Meloco waving at both of you, you both walked over to all of them and said greeted each other.

You guys then went to a arcade (suggested by Your dear Doppio) to entertain you all.

You and Zaion were were trying to get the cute plushie in a claw machine but no matter how many times you tried you couldn't get it. (It's a scam)

Doppio saw you both and decided to help out (because you are dating kidding), and surprised! He manage to get it.

Your were so happy that your hugged him and kissed his cheek. But you forget that you were still with you friends.

"uhm guys?.."

".oops

Safe to say you, that save you from the trouble of just saying it I supposed.

Anywho all were quite surprised but they now know why Doppio's behavior was like that.

Still they congratulated both of you and asked some (a lot) questions because they were curious about your relationship.

Well very unexpected but welcoming I suppose: 9.5/10

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A/n: done with this one yay! Hope y'all enjoy this one. Sorry if there are any grammar mistakes. (Sorry if it's short)

[linkemon]

Let's generalize about man (Tsukishima Kei x Reader)

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"ʜᴇ ᴋɴᴇᴡ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴋᴇɪ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴋᴀʀᴀꜱᴜɴᴏ ʜɪɢʜ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ꜰᴏʀɢɪᴠᴇ ᴀ ʟɪᴇ ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴ ᴀɴʏᴍᴏʀᴇ. ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ʙᴇᴇɴ ꜱᴇᴄᴏɴᴅ ᴄʜᴀɴᴄᴇꜱ ɪɴ ᴠᴏʟʟᴇʏʙᴀʟʟ. ᴄᴏʀʀᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ᴇʀʀᴏʀꜱ, ᴘᴏꜱᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴏꜱɪᴛɪᴏɴ. ᴀꜱ ʟᴏɴɢ ᴀꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀʟʟ ᴡᴀꜱ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴀᴍᴇ, ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴ. ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀᴛᴄʜ ʟᴀꜱᴛᴇᴅ ᴀꜱ ʟᴏɴɢ ᴀꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʟᴀʏᴇʀꜱ ᴄᴀʀᴇᴅ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴏᴀʟ."

"Let's not distinguish between them at all Let's just drink a lot more alcohol And then high-five each other As we make a bunch of blanket statements" Let's generalize about man, Crazy Ex-Girlfriend

— And then — Saeko angrily slammed her glass on the table — he told me we were breaking up!

— NO! — the four women sitting at the table shouted in unison.

Several people from neighbouring tables looked reprimandingly at the group of students.

— Exactly! He even told me I was childish. — Senpai raised her finger. — Pour me some more because every time I talk about this asshole, I get angrier.

[Reader] took the half-empty bottle of soju and eagerly filled the glasses.

The evening was filled with giggles, tears and complaints about men. The president of the college council broke up with her boyfriend in the morning. Naturally, her friends rushed to help her. They get out of their classes, found a place and in the name of women's solidarity, came to get drunk.

No one remembered which bottle was on the table. What mattered was that the girls had gotten a discount from their friend, a waiter. The poor guy didn't expect that the group would eat and drink twice as much as he expected.

— All men are the same! — Takamaki said, reaching for the sushi.

— Oh, not everyone to be honest... — Yuna leaned sleepily on the council president. — In our department there's... this guy... damn, what's his name? [Reader], help me, the one who plays volleyball with his friend...

— Yamaguchi Tadashi — she suggested politely.

— Exactly. He's not bad at all. You must get to know him, he really is not stereotypical. — She yawned loudly.

— You're in your first year, so you don't know much yet. First, the exception proves the rule. And secondly, his friend Tsukishima is an asshole for two, so it evens out.

— I heard he didn't give some girl his lecture notes. You don't want to know how what he told her. Poor chick. — Aoi tried hard to take a selfie, even though her hand was shaking.

— He pushed me in the hall last month. He didn't even apologize — Takamaki hiccupped.

— A week ago, when I was going to class, he rejected Junko's invitation for a date in front of everyone. He was totally rude — [Reader] added.

She was really mad at all the guys. It doesn't matter that it wasn't her heart that was broken, no one rejected her or betrayed her. After that evening, everyone seemed terrible to her. More and more new stories told at the table made her blood boil. The alcohol confirmed her belief that she was right.

— Someone should punish them all. My ex and Tsukishima first. — Saeko drank the contents of the glass in one gulp. — Like in those dramas where the heroines make a guy fall in love and then dump him to teach him a lesson. I would give my seat in council to see this.... [Reader], you could do it!

— You really think so? — She looked uncertain.

— I know this. — The president patted her on the shoulder.

The first year would be lying if she said the position offered didn't catch her attention. She didn't particularly stand out at the Tokyo university. She needed something she could then show employers. Unfortunately, the places at the top were cleverly defended by older students. However, with senpai's support, everything could have been different.

— But women's solidarity forbids me from hitting on your ex.

— You know what? Fuck him. I'll think of something even worse for him. It can be only Tsukishima. — She put her arm around her. — Start dating him, bring him to the spring festival, then break up with him. I'll make you my deputy and when I leave, I'll put you in my place.

— Bet! Bet! Bet! — the girls chanted.

The waiter was already heading towards them to put an end to the suffering of the customers around them.

— Okay, I'll do it! — [Reader] shook Saeko's outstretched hand. — Now it's my turn! Cheers!

Another bottle started a series of toasts against men. There were many declarations, promises and wishes. However, of all of them, only the bet survived in memory undisturbed by a hangover.

***

[Reader] had nothing against most of her professors but Masahiro sensei decided to be an exception. He requested that the essays include photos and information from the museum.

— You have a source of knowledge right under your nose and you are not using it. The Internet won't teach you anything — the girl silently imitated the professor.

She wasn't afraid that anyone would hear her. The huge white exhibition hall was empty. Only school trips arrived at such an early hour. The last group of children passed her uninterested. Even the guide keeping order disappeared somewhere.

[Reader] yawned. She wished she could write her thesis at home. She would wrap herself in a blanket with a cup of tea in her hand and slightly change the content of the sentences she copied. It could be nice.

She took out her phone, took a photo of the pterodactyl skeleton and then looked at her notes one last time. This should be enough to get her started. She felt that she would not be able to avoid returning to the museum next week. There is always something to improve.

She was given this particular essay topic because she didn't go to class. The rest chose what interested them. However, she stayed in the apartment, nursing a hangover. A week has passed since then but the regret remained.

When she left the room, she was quite surprised. Walking towards her was Tsukishima himself, accompanied by a friend. If she wanted to, she could get out of their way unnoticed but such a natural opportunity for a meeting might never come again.

— Hi! — She stopped.

— Hello, [Reader]-san! — replied Yamaguchi, as always beaming.

— Do we know each other? — The blonde looked irritated.

He reminded the girl of a child in a store, waiting for her mother to finish talking. He had this exact expression.

— We have some classes together.

She could barely contain herself from making a sarcastic comment as the freckled boy introduced her. They had been going to university for about half a year. You may not remember people who don't stand out but everyone knew her. Or at least that's what she thought until now...

— Are you also here because of the project? — she asked, showing her notebook with notes.

She wanted to start a conversation to erase the unpleasant impression.

— Yeah, fossils and stuff...— Yamaguchi started talking about his work.

— You're wrong — Tsukishima said in a superior tone. — You've confused stegosaurs and ankylosaurs. — He pointed to the second line in her notes.

— Are you sure? I think I transcribed it correctly.

She felt like gnashing her teeth. Normally she would be grateful for pointing out the mistake but the smirk on the blonde's face made her want to snap back at him instead of thanking him.

— Some kid changed their badges for a joke the day before yesterday and they haven't fixed it yet. — Tsukishima sighed as if it was obvious.

— You must like dinosaurs to notice that — she said half-jokingly.

— You know it! — The shorter boy beamed as if she had said something amazing. — Tsukki loves dinosaurs. I'm sure he could help you a lot with your project.

— It'd be great. — She sensed another opportunity to get closer to her goal.

— Unfortunately, I'm very busy. — The blonde glared at his friend. — We'll get going.

— Sure, see you in class. — The girl headed towards the hall.

— Why did you lie? Yamaguchi asked as she walked away. — You have nothing to do except work for Masahiro.

— I don't feel like helping her.

Yamaguchi sighed loudly. They had been through this several times but his friend was as stubborn as a mule.

— Look, you need to meet some new people. It's not the first semester. How will you find a girlfriend?

— Let me remind you. Girls harass me. One of them wanted notes because she had been on the phone all month instead of attending lectures. I had to run away from the next one because she insisted she wanted me in the science club. And the last one confessed her love to me three times, like in elementary school. I don't need a girlfriend — he concluded in a confident voice.

— Agreed, maybe not, but you need friends. I had a class with [Reader] once and she was really cool. Try to think about what I said. I'm going to some more notes.

— I have the bus soon. — Tsukishima put on his headphones.

He didn't want to admit it but the comment made him think a bit. When he finished Karasuno, he promised himself that he would try to change. Maybe it was the right time to get a little involved in student life.

The opportunity came sooner than he thought.

[Reader] was standing at the bus stop. She looked at the timetable, comparing it with the time on her phone. He stood next to her and decided to do something before the urge left him completely.

He felt that he would regret this decision. However, he knew that his friend wanted his good. He wouldn't leave him alone anyway with this topic.

— If you need help with your project, let me know. Maybe I'll find time this week — he said casually.

— Seriously? I'll come to the hall tomorrow after classes then. Thanks a lot! — she was happy and then jumped into the bus that had just arrived.

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— How did you know that strawberry is my favourite cake? — Tsukishima asked suspiciously.

He handed [Reader] tea and the rest of the order.

— You've been staring at it from the very beginning. — She laughed.

The girl felt the pleasant warmth from the paper cup spreading through her fingers.

She went to the bakery with Kei. It was bitterly cold outside. Moreover, it started to snow. So they agreed that something hot for the road was a good idea. Neither of them liked winter.

— I don't believe you. — He pointed an accusatory finger at her, taking a sip of fruit tea.

— Okay... Maybe I spotted you once or twice in the university cafe...

The boy usually had no trouble coming up with sarcastic replies on the spot but this time he was stumped. He was glad he was passing someone, otherwise the girl would have seen him choking on his tea.

In Karasuno, he was quite successful with the opposite sex. He hasn't been on many dates though. It often turned out that the candidates imagined him much better than he actually was. Once they found out what he really was like, they quickly ended the relationship. He wasn't looking for romantic relationships either. He focused on studies and volleyball, although the latter came much later and unexpectedly.

— After words like that, I could ask you out on a date — he choked out, regaining his composure.

He watched the reaction out of the corner of his eye.

— And I could accept the invitation — she replied.

Tsukishima focused on the street in front of him, pretending to be very interested in the street lights. He didn't have time to answer because his train had just arrived at the platform and he had to run through the red light to make it on time. [Reader] could barely keep up with him. He wasn't surprised by her. Few people had legs as long as he did. Somewhere during this mad dash, he grabbed her hand, muttering that if they were late, it would be her fault.

— We made it — the girl panted.

At the last moment they jumped into the compartment. They were just validating their tickets when the sound signal signaled departure.

The train was filled to the brim with people. Many Tokyoites were returning home. Winter did not encourage walking.

He struggled to get to the window. All seats were occupied. Like it or not, he contented himself with the handle attached to the ceiling.

The journey passed quickly. The last station appeared much sooner than he would have liked.

— If you start talking about volleyball like you talk about dinosaurs, I'll probably start playing...— The girl's face suddenly changed expression. She turned discreetly, squinting at the person behind her.

He followed her with his eyes. A man, about fifty years old, in a suit and with a briefcase. At first glance, an average passenger. Just an ordinary office worker returning after a shift. Kei, however, understood the point.

— Everything's all right? — Kei asked.

He seemed a little confused. No wonder. Such situations were usually embarrassing for the storytellers. Unfortunately, not everywhere in public transport it was possible to have separate spaces for women.

— Could we switch places? — she whispered, discreetly pointing at the man who had just turned around.

He nodded.

When he felt a hand on his butt, he felt like he would die of embarrassment. He already knew how women felt in crowded subways.

The attacker realized his mistake when he heard Tsukishima's icy voice:

— Be careful where you put your hands in the future, you pervert.

— Next station — Shinjuku. — A mechanical voice announced that it was time to head for the exit.

He let the girl go ahead. However, before he got out, he stepped on the balding guy's foot with all his might. He allowed himself a sadistic smile as he heard the string of cursed words flying towards him.

They left the platform. It was time to go their separate ways.

— Thanks for the help. For the project and for the train situation. — The girl straightened her slipping glove.

— You're welcome.

— Honestly, I thought you were a much bigger asshole before I met you — she admitted sheepishly.

This didn't surprise him. Maybe it hurt a little because somewhere inside he cared about her opinion but he also valued her honesty.

— Just don't be offended. It was once upon a time. From the next meeting this badge disappears completely. She laughed nervously. — If you feel like there will be next time.

— I think I'll see you at the café at this time next week — he said and turned around.

A smile appeared on his face. So he quickly hid his face in his scarf. It was as if he wanted to hide from the world the fact that he was happy. He felt like he was falling into something he didn't understand. A new possibility was calling to him. This time he really wanted to meet the person he was going on a date with. He was no longer passive. He wanted to act and try because he believed it was worth it.

The falling snow no longer seemed as bad to Tsukishima as it did before.

[Reader] took a few steps away, then glanced back. It seemed to her that Tsukishima's step was livelier than before. Blond hair flowed in the frosty air as he put on his headphones. She smiled involuntarily. However, she quickly recollected herself. A job in college council was waiting.

***

Kei passed various stands selling yakiniku, soba and ramen. He made a mental note of where he planned to return later for food. Each part of the festival area was distinguished by a different colour of lanterns. Thanks to this and the handy map, it was easy to find selected attractions.

Tsukishima spotted his girlfriend in a traditional yukata from afar. He liked the theme she chose. Even the hairstyle was unusual.

He wanted to surprise her by emerging from behind one of the booths but she was talking to someone she knew. She looked like an older student. He had no intention of eavesdropping but when he heard his name, he took a few steps closer, intrigued.

— So when are you going to break up with him? The hardest part is already behind you.

— That's what I wanted to talk about…— [Reader] nervously laced her fingers together.

The boy felt a cold sweat break out on him. He had the impression that he had misheard.

— Listen, I knew from the beginning that you would win the bet. — Senpai put her arm around her. — A place in the council is already waiting. As soon as you're done with him, we'll go for a drink and I'll arrange a meeting to get you off to a good start...

Tsukishima emerged from his hiding place. The initial shock was replaced by pain and anger. It all came down to the same thing again. Everyone wanted to use him.

— But I don't want to break up with him! — The girl finally managed to get her words out.

— Think about it some more. And now I think someone wants to talk to you. I will not disturb you. — Up close, Kei recognized Saeko, the college president.

[Reader] quickly turned towards him.

— So a bet, huh? Should I feel honored to be targeted? — he blurted out.

— It's not like that...

— How then? You started dating me to win a bet, am I right?

He desperately clung to the remnants of hope that this was some big misunderstanding and that everything would be clear in a moment.

— Yes but...

— Anything else I should know?

— I know I'm guilty but I have to say it. — Tears gathered in her eyes. — I'm so sorry. I thought you were an asshole. The truth is, I was the idiot for selfishly taking advantage of you. But it was only like that at the beginning, that's why I told Saeko-senpai that I wasn't going to break up with you. I'm asking for one more chance.

— What does that change? Why should I believe you? — Bile rose in his throat.

Every word tasted bitter.

— Because I really fell in love with you — she said, covering her mouth with her hand.

She let out a quiet sob.

Several people turned their heads towards them. They looked at him with strange expressions, although no one said anything.

This was not how he had imagined this confession. They had been dating for a while but neither of them could bring themselves to say those important words. And now she threw them. He really wanted to hear them, even though he was afraid of them. But now they paled in the face of the lie that stung him to the core.

The girl waited for any reaction from him. The seconds seemed to stretch. She felt deaf, even though she should have been able to hear the sounds of the festival. Tears blinded her, blurring her vision. Even the spring wind that froze her no longer mattered. A feeling of guilt, previously pushed to the margins, settled inside.

Kei turned and left.

Just like that, without any words, he disappeared into the crowd of people.

***

Tsukishima didn't want to admit to himself why he ran out of his apartment at two in the morning. It was raining heavily. His favorite sweatshirt was soaked. The lenses of his glasses fogged up. It was dark. In addition, buses in this area did not run at such late hours.

Yet he was heading to a well-known block of flats. He made it three blocks, a traffic light, and an intersection. Right, left, then two skyscrapers. Raindrops hit the leaves of the trees. Water flowed down the crooked sidewalk. He felt water in his socks. Sneakers were the first shoes he got his hands on when he went out. Not the best for this weather.

He entered the code for the staircase. He didn't get into the elevator. He jumped several stairs at a time. Volleyball toughened him up for running. The rapid pulse and ringing in his ears showed that he was nervous. He felt as if the door had opened up in front of him too quickly. He hesitated. The hand stopped halfway to the bell.

A quiet voice told him to leave it alone. After all, they haven't seen each other for a week. His departure was a clear signal, why would he undo it? Yet he couldn't ride the subway, pass a café, or go to class without thinking about her. He cared like never before.

The door opened.

He stopped dead in his tracks, dripping with water.

She looked him straight in the eye as if she understood what he felt. They couldn't be far from each other. The lie tasted sick and nasty but not as bad as the distance between them.

He took a breath.

— Lets try again. — He leaned forward in a bow. — Tsukishima Kei, we're in the same major. I like dinosaurs, volleyball and strawberry cake. Sometimes I run in the rain at 2 a.m. across the city to go on a date.

— [Reader]. — She responded with the same bow. — I did something stupid recently and I'm going to fix it. I heard they sell a nice cake at the 24-hour shop around the corner. There will probably be some tea, too. — She smiled.

He knew that Kei from Karasuno High would never forgive a lie but he wasn't that person anymore.

There have always been second chances in volleyball. Correction of errors, posture and position. As long as the ball was in the game, anything could happen. The match lasted as long as the players cared about the goal. Others patted him on the back more than once if the block failed.

[Reader] seemed better to him than the national competition. She made him feel things he never knew existed. She was worth the risk. So he did what volleyball players do. He got up to play another set, regardless of defeat.

— Sounds like a good start to a relationship. — He smiled.

It wasn't a sarcastic smile. He didn't hide it under a scarf either.

The girl closed the door. She grabbed his hand and they walked into the night.

To get to know each other again.

[poetryandfluffycats]

Dearer than I?

A/N: im a slut for 'student council member x delinquent' I know its niche but omg

Pairing: Keito Hasumi x fem!reader

Warnings: suggestive, angst(?) at the end, eichi mentioned, established relationship

Content: Keitos been hard at work for the student council, nothing unusual. You, as his girlfriend, feel he's working just a bit too hard. A little bit of entertainment wouldn't hurt either of you, right?

Words: 1.0k

Oneshot under cut!

Keito was a busy man, no doubt about it. So many responsibilities, so little time to juggle them all. Being vice-president of the student council was no joke, and although he was thankful to Eichi for taking on more of the workload since leaving the hospital, he often found that Eichi himself was the source of 80% of his headaches. Not that it was anything worth complaining about; Eichi was a force to be reckoned with, he just had too much power at his disposal.

If Keito could be completely honest with himself, he didn't trust the emperor as far as he could throw him. But in order to keep things civil, and to keep his own unit afloat, he kept his mouth shut. All his hard work would eventually pay off.

But, in the meantime, Keito was left to deal with some of the more bothersome issues of the council. Things like...

"Keito~"

Like you, his clingy girlfriend.

"What do you want, (name)?" He questioned, not bothering to look up and met your eyes. He already knew what kind of face you'd be making, the kind that made him melt into the palm of your hand. Lord, how unprofessional he had become.

You giggled, propping yourself up on the edge of his desk, pushing the paperwork aside to make room for yourself. "Does a girl need a reason to visit her favorite person in the whole wide world?" You batted your eyelashes, leaning forward to steal his glasses from off his face.

Keito growled under his breath, his eyebrows knitting together into a thin line as he finally looked up at you. "You're being disruptive. Unless you need something, I'd suggest you go back to class"

He reached his hand out to snatch his glasses out of your hold, a movement you easily dodged by slipping them onto your face instead. The frame was far too big for you, falling down the bridge of your nose and resting crooked on the tip.

Keito sighed, running a hand through his green locks. "(name), I'm serious" He held out his hand expectedly, just for his frown to deepen when you didn't immediately give back the specs. As if you actually would.

"Why? Don't I look so cute? Hey, I could be your sexy secretary!" You flashed him a wink, adjusting his glasses and posing like a stereotype from one of those cheesy pornos. "How may I serve you, Mr. vice-president~?"

"Go. Away." He demanded, standing up from his chair to loom over you, using his height as an advantage to try intimate you.

However, you had never been one to scare easily. In fact, you found it quite sexy. He'd always been strict with you, both in and out of the bedroom. It was a dynamic you enjoyed, you being his rebellious little girlfriend who couldn't take no for an answer, and him being the no-nonsense authority figure who wasn't afraid to put you in your place. Lucky enough for you, it was all too easy to rile him up. Just a few simple touches, a bat of your eyelashes, maybe a hint of cleavage and he'd be putty in your hands.

Forget Eichi, you were the real reason for Keitos headaches.

"You look great without your glasses, yknow? Such pretty eyes.." You choose to ignore his demands, instead hooking your fingers around his tie and pulling him forward, leaving barely an inch between your lips. "I just can't look away!"

"You shouldn't act like this here, it's highly inappropriate" Keito warned, keeping his hands folded behind his back and his voice steady, even if every fiber in his body was screaming at him to bend you over right then and there.

"Who says it's inappropriate?" You breathed against his lips, placing his glasses back over his eyes. "You're the vice-president, aren't you? You're the boss, you call the shots, do you not? Who's gonna tell you off?"

"That's not the point-"

"Then what is, Keito? Do you just not like me anymore? Am I not good enough for you? Is your work more important than-"

"Stop. Just stop" He sighed, finally allowing himself to move his hands to your hips but still keeping his distance from you. "Of course I still like you, you already know that. But you can't barge in here without a reason whenever you want just because you feel like it"

Your smirk faltered, twisting into a very obvious pout. That wasn't the reaction you had hoped for. Why was he treating you like some annoying kid? Didn't he realize how badly you'd been missing him? A pang of sadness shot through your chest, your hold on his tie loosening as your arms fell limp at your sides.

"I'm sorry. I... I did have a reason, actually" You mumbled, reaching into your jacket pocket to pull out a neatly folded piece of paper. "It's the notes from class. I thought you might want them, since you're so busy..."

Guilt hit Keito like a ton of bricks as he retrieved the paper from you, the sadness on your face tearing him apart. He has been too hrash, hadn't he? It was something he was constantly aware could happen, losing his temper at you when you were trying to do something considerate. How could he let your teasing get the better of him?

"Thank you" He said softly, trailing his hands down to your thighs and giving them a gentle squeeze before helping you off the desk. "I'll text you later, okay? No, I'll call you. I promise"

You nodded, flashing him a weak smile before turning on your heel and making your way to the door, head hung low like a kicked puppy. The door slammed behind you as you exited, the sound sending waves of guilt down Keitos spine

Keito hated seeing you like that, and he hated even more that he was the cause of your sadness. Looking down at his desk, messy with paperwork and trivial documents, he started to wonder if it was really all worth it.

Sure it was, the work was important and being a member of the student council was an honor to the school. But more important than you?

No. Not a chance.

[xyoonx]

Ludicrous Little Crush

A Clarence x reader (not-exactly) . crack fic

summary: Little Painter stayed over at the STUCO office after the science convention. Whilst talking with William, an embarrassing topic of her crush comes up. And to add to her misery, the Student Council President was present there as well. But, the problem is that: the person she was crushing over wasn't the president, but someone related to him.

A/N: it feels misleading to call this a Clarence x reader, but we dunno the EN name of the specific person either so, eh...

Tags: crackfic, ooc, idek lol.

! Word count: 768

Special thanks to cressie for inspiring this chaos !

[🖇️] AO3 link !

“You have a crush on who?!”

The council room fell quiet upon hearing William’s exclamation. The Little Painter was chatting with him about a certain man who had made an appearance at the academy’s science convention. She described that: despite being older than her, he was gentle and sharp looking – his refined mannerisms and speech expressing his intelligence. Sadly, she didn't get the opportunity to introduce herself to him; duty calls from the council kept her busy with other things.

Thus, she didn't even get to know that man’s name. So, she only described his appearance to William, hoping to get to know at least something about that guy. William on the other hand, listened to the painter girl’s description, trying to find an image of the man in his head. And when Little Painter finished off her description with the mention of “glasses” and “blue eyes”, he exclaimed.

And, of course, that loud exclamation earned the attention of Clarence, who was on his desk, busy with some paperwork. He turned to the two and raised an eyebrow.

After an awkward silence, the Little Painter had to nudge William to make him let out an excuse. “Oh! Clarence, hey… we were just chatting about the science convention. Nothing much, really!”

“Oh? Is that so?” Clarence asked, fixing his glasses – Little Painter could swear that action seemed familiar. “I heard you two talking about some sort of crush.”

“It's nothing serious, Clarence! Don't even worry about it,” The Little Painter protested, hastily grabbing her unfinished artwork submission, and heading towards the exit to evade the upcoming accusations.

“...”

“...”

The Little Painter sensed their glances and turned around one more time before leaving. “What?”

“Your painting hasn't dried up yet,” William said, pointing at the vibrant stains on the artist’s fingers, different shades of paint were smudged on the edges of her palm, as well as the cuffs of her white cardigan.

“...” The painter forced a smile. “Shit…”

And, so, Clarence had made the girl stay for a while, proposing to wipe away her stains. Afterwards, the Little Painter had to start over again, and during that time, she continued her chat with William.

“Alright, so,” the Painter began, starting to colour the blank canvas with a dark shade of blue, “what was all that about?”

“What was what about?” William asked. He didn't forget all that, did he?

“The scream.” The painter glared at William for a brief second before turning to her canvas. “Why'd you say that?”

“Oh, yeah! That's because,” He leaned in closer to the painter's ear and whispered, “the person you just described was Clarence’s dad.”

“What?!” This time, it was the painter’s turn to scream, and along that, a flinch followed – knocking off the colour palette, splattering the acrylics on the floor.

“What's going on here?” Clarence’s stern tone echoed through the room once again. The painter and William were too afraid to turn their backs around, but they could still sense the president glaring daggers into their backs.

“Nothing! I was just, uh…” The Little Painter searched for excuses. Seeing that she was failing to come up with a believable one, she tried nudging William. When she felt no one sitting beside her, she realised that the fool had already fled the room.

What the hell, how did he run away so fast?… He didn't jump out of the window or something, did he?...

Well, then, it was only the artist and her crush’s son in the office now. And another awkward silence followed. And amidst all the tantrum, the Little Painter decided to make the boldest and stupidest remark ever.

“...”

“Clarence, was your dad invited to the science convention or something?” The Little Painter asked.

That absurd, rather unnecessary question made Clarence furrow his brows. “How is that relevant to your accident?”

“No, I'm just curious,” she said, ignoring Clarence’s murderous glare as she hesitantly turned around in her stool. “I haven't seen him attending any events of the school before. Why was he there?”

Clarence sighed, let out a chortle and fixed his glasses – ah, no wonder that was familiar to her; Mr. Clayden also fixed his glasses with that subtle smug attitude. “Father was there on behalf of the Scientific Research Institute–”

“–Oh, so he's a scientist?” The Little painter intervened.

“...” Clarence’s smile disappeared within an instant and the glare returned, intensified. But he leaned back after a while. “Yes.”

“Well, he is rather good looking.”

“What are you- wait… don't tell me your ‘crush’ was my dad!” Clarence argued.

“... Mayyyybe.”

There were many things left to be said, but Clarence could say nothing.

………………….

“Anyway, is you dad single?-”

“What on earth is that supposed to mean?!”