#i feel like a new woman!!! and like a doll hehe

[drowsyfairy]

i got bangs

[my-own-walker]

requesting kit with younger reader, where he picks her up from college and takes her for a milkshake but then they have sex in his car and after he has to drop her down the street because her parents don’t approve of him

Oh! You Pretty Things

note: this is cuteeeeee. thanks for the spicy kit request. i was getting bored of writing inside-the-asylum kit hehe

warnings: sm*t, p in v, oral m receiving, teasing, cursing, kinda overstim, not really tho

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The second hand moved so slowly on the clock, I thought it might be broken. Class always went slower when I knew I’d be seeing Kit afterward. Thursdays were our day.

My parents didn’t know. They hated the idea of me being distracted from my studies by some silly boy. I was, in fact, sticking my neck out by going to college as a woman, so I had to succeed. But, the new decade called for liberation for us women. I was proving a point by being able to date and do well in school.

I digress. I met Kit after my father's car got a flat. He showed up in his tow truck to save the day.

'Scummy, those mechanics,' my father quipped as we drove away.

I walked to the gas station Kit said he worked at the next day, set on getting him to ask me on a date.

We'd been secretly meeting up for dates ever since. He'd come to pick me up after my last class of the day every Thursday and take me out somewhere. I could, at times, sneak away to see Kit on other days of the week, but Thursdays were a set date. My mother and father had no idea. They thought I would stay late to study.

In my daydreaming daze, I almost didn't notice my classmates getting up to leave. I gathered my things hastily and rushed out of the room and into the bright daylight of the afternoon. The sun's light on the pavement was nearly blinding. I shaded my eyes with my hand as I walked to the curb, looking desperately for Kit's car.

Within seconds, his shiny black car came slowly up to the side of the street.

'Hey, pretty thing! You goin' my way, doll?' he called out of his window, acting as if he were a creepy stranger. I giggled and got into the passenger's side.

'You have no idea how nice it feels to do this,' I sighed, kicking my shoes off as Kit drove off.

'Rough day, beautiful?' He wore his work uniform. Some jeans, a white undershirt, and his button-up with his name on it. His hair was perfectly tousled, and the shirt was unbuttoned so that part of the white undergarment was showing. He looked soft and warm, and his smile lit up his eyes.

'Just a very long one, and I'm starving.'' I said, drawing out the word 'very.' I flipped down the visor and slid open the mirror, smoothing my hair and fixing the line of my lipstick while regarding my reflection. I pulled the tube of peach lipstick out of my bag and touched up my pout, making faces at myself all the while.

'Havin' fun over there?' Kit laughed.

'I'm beginning to think this shade is old hat,' I sighed. 'Maybe I should try red like Marilyn.'

'I don't care what color they are so long as I get to kiss 'em,' he smirked, taking one hand off the steering wheel and placing it on my upper thigh. I didn't even notice how far my dress had ridden up my leg since getting in the car.

I blushed and giggled, tucking the front pieces of my hair behind my ears. I will admit, I was still in the lavender haze with him.

He pulled into the parking lot of the small roadside diner in our town. It was quaint, tucked away in some trees, filled with truckers from out-of-state and old ladies meeting for lunch. It was a stone's throw from Kit's job, and the perfect place to hide away. Somewhere neither of my parents would dare go.

We sat at the tall counter in the center of the place. This was part of our little Thursday routine. I would always come out of class absolutely ravenous. We'd pick far-away or unknown places to eat before truly spending time together.

'You want somethin', my pretty thing?' Kit asked as the waitress stood in front of us.

'Honestly, a milkshake would be a gas,' I smiled up at the waitress. 'Strawberry.'

'That's all you want?' Kit asked as she walked away. 'Are you sure?'

'Yeah, Kit, I'm alright,' I replied, feeling around in my bag for a light for my cigarette. 'Shit, I must have dropped my lighter somewhere. It's not here.'

'Don’t worry doll, I got you,' he drawled, flicking his own open and holding it under the cigarette clenched in my teeth. I took a long drag and exhaled. The waitress returned and placed my drink in front of me, and Kit's meal in front of him.

I looked over at Kit and caught him taking me in. He looked me up and down and chuckled softly.

'My, you are a dream,' he cooed, placing a hand on my chin to bring me in for a kiss. I went in for a peck and was alarmed to find that Kit wanted more.

'Baby, not here,' I said through gritted teeth, pulling away quickly. I looked around to make sure no one saw. 'You're an animal.' I laughed and he returned the smile.

'I just can't control myself around you, pretty.'

'Well then hurry up and finish your food so we can peel out,' I giggled, pushing his shoulder playfully.

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There was an old abandoned schoolhouse in town 5 minutes away from my house. Kit and I would find ourselves in the back parking lot frequently. Tucked away from the public eye in his car.

As soon as Kit parked the car, he dragged me into the back seat with him. We made out furiously, like two caged animals that were finally set free. It was a small space, but we sure made it work.

I took over, immediately pushing Kit's back up against the door, placing my hands on his chest to hold him down. His white undershirt was soft against my palms. I could feel his heart pounding furiously beneath my fingertips. A pace that signaled to me just how much he wanted this.

We kissed for only a short time before clothes started getting removed. First, I aided him in removing his work shirt. Then, I worked to undo his belt and unbutton his jeans. He slid them off quickly. I took that time to remove my panties, throwing them hastily to the front seat.

His erection was noticeable through his white briefs. My hand immediately reached to touch it, only for it to be held back.

'Not yet, sweetheart,' he smiled. He pushed me back into the door on my side and continued making out with me. His hands groped all over my body, paying particular attention to my breasts. 'Oh this dress just won't do,' he muttered.

My high-necked smock dress was fit for school, yes, but not for this. He reached behind me and unzipped the fabric smoothly. He tugged the material and it slid down to expose my bra. Kit smiled as he looked into my eyes, then turned his attention back to my chest. He peppered kisses all over my sensitive skin, making goosebumps raise all over my body.

First, he slid my left bra strap off my shoulder, creating a bit more slack and revealing more of my skin. He took his time to kiss all of the areas of skin he hadn't before, going agonizingly slow so that I would get hot and bothered. He loved when I was hot and bothered.

Next was the right bra strap. The ceremony continued. His ritualistic dance of adorning love to every inch of my body made every horrible minute spent without him worth it. His mouth inched closer and closer to the very edge of my bra. Eventually, I gave in to the teasing and reached back to unhook the damn thing myself.

Deciding I'd had enough, though, I pushed Kit back again. This time, all the way down so that he was laying across the back seat. My hand reached for his bulge and stroked it. He whimpered in pleasure. I took the waistband of his briefs in my fingers and tugged, making his dick spring loose.

I lined myself up with him and slid his throbbing erection into my slick middle, feeling every inch of it go deeper and deeper into me. I cried out involuntarily and began bouncing on it, feeling our two bodies connect naturally. My walls tightened around it. He moaned softly.

'Oh baby, yeah,' he spat through gritted teeth as I continued to ride him. I stooped down and kissed him passionately, still keeping a rhythm. His shaking hands reached up to grope my breasts again, this time more firmly. He slid his hands down to my waist and held it, almost as if he were trying to feel some sort of control over me.

I continued moving my hips atop his dick. His length went so deep within me, I thought I'd scream. I put both of my palms on either side of his chest to steady myself. His breathing got more ragged, and I could feel his heart racing still.

'Fuck,' Kit grunted, trying not to come so easily. He gathered what strength he had a lifted me off of his erection by my waist. I sat back and slid down to a laying position as he rose to position himself above me, both of us maintaining eye contact as we went. He wanted a turn on top.

I didn't even get a chance to settle before his large cock was inside me again. I yelped and screwed my eyes closed, existing at that moment at his very will. He held my wrists, which were resting just next to my head, down so that I couldn't move. I whined in protest but was silenced by his lips on mine.

Sweat formed on his brow. I could feel myself succumbing to the waves of orgasm. But, neither of us wanted to be the first to give in. I breathed heavily to steel myself, but it was to no avail. I came first, crying out and moaning loudly. He slid out of me and stroked my hair as the fits of pleasure overtook me.

Kit sat back against the door on his side of the car once again, breathing heavily. I regained my composure and sat up, sitting back on my heels. I stooped down and took his pre-cum covered dick in my mouth. I flicked my tongue over the tip and reveled in the whimpers and cries Kit was letting out. He grabbed and pulled my hair gently as I continued to suck him off.

'I-I'm gonna come,' he mustered, trying to warn me in case I wanted to stop. Instead, I let him blow his load directly into my mouth. I ignored the warmth and bitter taste as I swallowed. He moaned and threw his head back, eventually relaxing into his position. I wiped my mouth and sat back as well.

Recovered from his orgasm, Kit leaned forward and laid half-beside and half-on me, resting his head on my chest. I sighed in contentment.

'God, you're good at that,' Kit whispered, laughing softly. I laughed too. He grabbed my hand and brought it up to his lips to kiss it. He kissed the back of each finger as well to emphasize his gratefulness. He nestled closer into me. I nearly fell asleep listening to his breathing even out.

I gasped suddenly when I looked out the window and saw the sun setting. 'Shit, Kit, we have to get me home!'

We both worked quickly to redress. He helped me with the tough job of zipping up the back of my dress. I scrambled out of the back door and into the passenger door, slamming it shut and bringing the visor down to once again look at myself in the mirror. Kit clambered up to the front from the back seat and settled himself in.

He turned the key in the ignition and started the car up. He paused, though, before going. I looked away from fixing my lipstick for a moment to see what was the matter. Kit shifted in his seat and reached for something that was under him. In his hand was my panties.

'I uh, think you're gonna need these,' he chuckled, blushing. I smacked his arm and snatched them from his grip.

'Oh, hush! Stop! It's not funny,' I protested, half-laughing as well. I shoved them into my handbag demonstratively. 'Now hurry up and drive!'

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The ride home was quick enough. The sun was still setting as Kit got to the end of my street. He had to drop me there to avoid my parents seeing anything.

'Are you sure you're gonna be okay walking over there this late? I don't need anyone snatching my girl,' Kit spoke.

'I'll be fine, Kit. No one really walks my street. Plus, it's not even that dark,' I assured him.

'Well okay, but I'll be parked here watching ya, okay?'

'Just don't be too obvious,' I warned.

He leaned over and grabbed my face, pulling me in for one last, passionate kiss. When I pulled away, my lipstick was all over his face. I just chuckled to myself and opened the door.

'I love you, you pretty thing,' he called after me.

'I love you too, Kit,' I smiled.

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Literally cannot lie I got a bit, uh, bothered myself writing this one LOL. Let me know if you liked this one!

[hearts-4-vicky]

hi my loves 😛 back with wony this time!!!🫶🏼

warnings: g!p reader, dom reader, 7th member of ive reader, established relationship, pet names, sub wony, sensitive wony, unnie kink, unprotected sex, squirting, nipple sucking, creampie, masturbation, praise🤫🧏, yujin comes outta no where😭

🙏 not proofread so😝

i feel like wony would DEFINITELY masturbate to her gfs fancams when you’re gone cuz babygirl so needy🥺 but she’d be so loud??? like sweetheart, lets calm it down a bit🥺🙏

While your ‘LOVE DIVE’ fancam was playing in the background, wony had two of her long fingers in her cunt, trying to mimic your rough thrusts but nothing could ever compare to you😔 Before she could add a third, her door opened “Wony? Princess, I’m bac- Oh!” there stood the woman plaguing her mind, you. “You jerking off to me baby? miss me that much huh?“ you smirked, slamming her door shut and walkin toward her, stripping with every step you took, “unnie…. help your princess? please?” wony whined, looking at you with her big, innocent eyes🥺 how could you say no to your babygirl when she was looking at you like that? Not wanting to waste a second, you get between her spread legs and get your cock out of your boxers, resting your tip on her folds. gripping her hips for balance, you look at her flushed face, waiting for approval😘 “tell me what you want baby” she didn’t realize you were even speaking, so focused on your features🥺 like a siren luring a sailor into her trap with her song, you had wonyoung memorized. from your head to your feet, wony loved every bit of it, every bit of you🥺🙏🙏🙏🙏 (me when ME WHEN)

“Baby? you listening?” giving a hip a lil tap, “huh? oh! sorry unnie, you’re just… really pretty” wonyoung whispers with the cutest smile🥺🥺🥺🥺 (i want her) “but, please hurry and fuck me” 😛 leaning forward to whisper in her ear “anything for you, wonyoung.” you hear wony’s breath hitch once you push your hips forward to be deep inside her. grunting at her tightness, you start to move, causing wonyoung to moan with occasional whimpers of pleasure. “takin unnie so good my gorgeous girl, doing so well” you groan into her neck, placing kisses on her every part 🥺with every thrust, you went deeper into wonyoung’s cunt. you move her legs to rest on your shoulders and to be deeper in her. with this new position wonyoungs moans turned into squeals and cries of your name!!!🥺🥺🥺🥺

"a-ah! keep going unnie! stretching me s-soo good!!” her hands found the back of your head, pulling you down to her chest ❤️ circling her hard nipple with your tongue and rubbing the other, never slowing down your pace❤️❤️❤️ it seemed too much for wonys sensitive body as she felt a familiar knot in her stomach🥺🥺🥺🥺

“gah— unnie! s’too much…! s’too m-much for wony!” “c’mon baby, give- ugh, unnie one more? sound so fucking pretty, my girl”

resuming your pounding, wonyoung’s moans get louder, anticipating her release for a second time “unnie! FUCK!” wony had never came that hard ever in her life, tightening with every second passing by “shit, wony! gonna cum in you baby, fill you up with unnie’s cum, doll” with one last slam into wonyoung’s cunt, your cock exploded in her, fucking your load deeper and deeper into her warmth🤫🧏 wonyoungs vision started to get blurry, nearly passing out with every thrust into her sensitive pussy “s’too m-much unnie… s’too much…” she sobbed out, nails digging into your back, drifting off to sleep as your thrust came to a stop🥺 “My gorgeous girl, I love you with all my heart” (ME WHEN ME WHENNNNN) placing soft kisses on her face🥺🥺🥺🥺 pulling her into your arms, you turned so wonyoung was laying on you

“Yo, can I bor- WHAT THE FUCK.” Ive’s leader had walked into quite the sight, a naked, sleeping wonyoung and your cock still in her. “hi yujinnie! what’d you nee— why are you naked-“ “me next right”

hehe silly! me after texting my ex!!! whoops!!!! hahaha😂😂😂😂 (i miss you sm come back pls)

love you guys, stay safe, and dont text ur ex💋

-Vicky

[sk3tch404]

ℍ𝕚, 𝕀 𝕟𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕕𝕚𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕓𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖, 𝕤𝕠 𝕀'𝕞 𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕕𝕒 𝕟𝕖𝕣𝕧𝕠𝕦𝕤, 𝕙𝕒𝕙𝕒. ℂ𝕒𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕕𝕠 𝕒 𝕄𝕠𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕟 ℂ𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕩 𝕐𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕎𝕦 ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕘? ℂ𝕒𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕀'𝕞 𝕒𝕝𝕤𝕠 ℂ𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕟𝕒 𝕤𝕖𝕖 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟. 𝔻𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕚𝕗 𝕚𝕥'𝕤 𝕒 𝕕𝕠𝕠𝕕𝕝𝕖 𝕠𝕣 𝕒 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟, 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕕𝕠 𝕚𝕥 𝕙𝕠𝕨𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥 :𝔻 𝕋𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕜 𝕪𝕠𝕦!!!

Yandere Wu Chang with a Chinese reader who is from modern day

Reaction and a little bit of headcanons!

Also tysm for sending an ask in! If my reqs are ever open, feel free to just go for it ^^ Ik how scary it is to send one in. Especially if the creator has other asks they've been working on, and the paranoia of breaking rules. But you're fine!

Also please correct me if i had gotten anything wrong about Chinese culture. I had only retained some information from a historical accuracy review video and somewhat prior information. Please educate me if you can or like to!

"My, isn't that interesting?" Bi'an walks over and sits next to you, placing his umbrella to the side, "Tell me, how has society progressed through the years? You said your original time was 2023 right?"

You nod, slightly flustered from his sudden interest. Bi'an is suddenly dropped over with a black liquid, and then appears Wujiu, "It seems the rumors are true. Do tell us more Y/n."

Both are ECSTATIC

There were rumors floating around that you were from the future when you first entered. Considering that they're in a manor containing all sorts of supernatural occurrences and people, they weren't all that shocked by it.

Not to say they weren't incredibly curious though! Though Wujiu was more excited than Bi'an hehe.

They talk extensively about you and what the future may hold. What kind of inventions have been made? How have clothing trends changed? Is this person still popular or at least known? How would the people of your time feel about this certain social custom?

What was your daily life? Did anybody give you trouble? Why was this "internet" filled with such strange and quite frankly disturbing content? (Oncler simps /j) Is this why your posture was so bad? Douyin makeup and fashion? Wow they look like dolls! But they amount of product they use in order to attain such a look is quite much sometimes haha.

OH MY GOD THE CHINESE FANTASY/HISTORICAL DRAMAS? They're absolutely entranced by it. Bi'an mostly comments on how historically inaccurate they are, and how outrageous the characters are.

Bi'an: Ah no, this is incorrect as well. The main lady should not be in such fine condition after such a dilemma. I'm surprised she had not been given rags to wear and executed by the emperor instead... What an interesting tale.

Wujiu usually makes passing comments on how they're all attractive, and talks as if he was in the drama itself.

Wujiu: HOLY SHIT IF YOU DON'T JUST FIGHT THIS MISTRESS, WOMAN IM GOING TO DO IT FOR YOU.

Takes everything seriously there 😭 Bi'an has to switch in order to apologize to you and tell Fan he's scaring you.

Since you adorn such simple clothing, they question you about Chinese culture a lot. Had such articles of clothing been lost to time? What traditions are still practiced? Wait, the average are allowed people cut their hair? How shocking! Isn't that disrespectful to their parents? Er, which ruler is in charge of the north now?

Once you tell them all of the things that connect you to your chinese heritage, they will try and do EVERYTHING you used to do.

New Year's was it? Ah they have been on a westerners calendar for a while, so they have not been up to date. Well, this calls for special red envelopes and beautiful clothing does it not?

Adorns you only in the most beautiful traditional clothing. Hanfu's are flowy and can be quite modest, but Qipao's can be intricate and beautifully simple. Oh but you could also wear a Tangzhuang. Matching with them, what a dream come true! So cute you are... Agh, they just can't pick! Why do you have to be so beautiful?

They are also surprised by how modern traditional clothing has become. Clothing like that would've been years worth of salary for the average man! How lucky you are to be able to wear such things for a price.

Although they doll you up and celebrate with you, you aren't allowed to do anything more than to stay with them and obey the usual rules during all of it.

Damn, you don't even get anything of real material value in the red envelope. It's a love letter and a small gift. Usually jewelry or something of that minimal sort. (The gift is meaningless to you as you receive all kinds of unwanted things from them 24/7)

They are glad you are of the same ethnic background of them! You both may have not been from the same place or time, but you two both have a personal understanding of each other's identity.

Partaking in various conversations about culture, technology, celebrating traditions, partially speaking in similar language... All and more of these things have them head over heels for you.

You're just perfect! How could they ever have been so lucky to encounter someone like you in this afterlife? Although they wish not to have experienced such past hardships, they're glad all of that had amounted to this moment.

It thrills them to know that they understand you more than anyone else in this manor. No one else could spend time and appreciate you like this here. It's only them who can truly make you feel at home. A home with them. Your lovers.

Perhaps being in this wretched manor has brought something worthwhile after all. Even if they don't win, at least they have something they can bring back with them.

[kittydragondraws]

Dead End

panic attack ensues

rambles under cut

Ads... bootiful

more... waiting

ooh thing happened and it hurts

Nice... beach

aww look at those cubicle

GIRLS

TWINS????

LIVE LADIES LIVE

DINOSAUR

AAAAAAAAH

NO HER BUFFERING FRIEND

BEAUTIFUL GIRLIES

no trauma D:

WHAT THEY CAN DO THAT

FNaF?

ice stance

AWW HE'S BIG!

WHAT THE HELL THEY'RE FRIENDLY

WAMMANA HUH

DOLL JUST DIPPER

OOOUGH ATTACK

SHE FALLIN

WAIT THEY'RE AWARE OF CYN?

omg uzi's so cute

oof ominous face

teaser image :D

how did they not get hurt by the fall

UZI HAS CONTROL OF HER SOLVER FORM

aww they're bird people

N's so silly

claws...

CLONES CLONES CLONES CLONES CLONES CLONES CLONES CLONES

on the other hand male dd references :]

OH THAT'S WHY IS SAID DON'T LOOK

omg tessa's so cute

NO BABY GIRL

why didn't she fight

oh mah gosh no child

COWBOY BABY MENT SOMETHING

WHAT THE HELL WHAT THE HELL WHAT THE HELL

WHAT IS THIS THING

SPIDER BOY

oh my she's kinda coot actually

darkness woman

did that say sister?

oh my god this chick feral

haha magnet

wow she axin

sentinels...?

OH MAH GAH SHE HAS ANTLERS

SHE FRRAL

bro really said valuable

just an oven...

oh my goodness UZI

ooh the w word

NORI WHAT THE HELL

why is tessa there

aww mamby what the hell

why is he not afraid?

oh my god are we gonna get like 100 more worms

oh wow she repaired herself

this chick kinda cool

liam and his wendigos

oh good they live

is this just torture?

haha i'm scared

bot went 0.0

...and uzi?

he siad it haha

wht the hell was on that screen

wait i just realized her eyes are orange, Teacher

woah they look kinda coot

she's just enjoying this

AAAAAAAAAAGH

wait so earth is gone?

so uzi wil die, okay

oh my helling gosh nah

why is she insane

oh no uzi

cowboy baby feels remorse

flashbaning her wont work scrub

httyd moment lol

BLOOOODD

dingoHUMANNA ALLANAH FITZGERALS GO AWAY

oh no stuff is happening

no not cool girl

they're sounds are nice

wll he's gone

haha v

UUUUUHM

CYN

ABS

WHATEVER

STOP IT

UZI'S OKAY RIGHT

wakey wakey....

human blood :D

baby girl

i cannot breathe

they're gonna reactivate

why u red boy

this music kinda nice ngl

i regret every fanfic i've ever watched

bro this song slaps

it's like opera

hehe hiding

my hand is shaking lalala ha ha ha

WAIT WHAT DID HIS SCREEN SAY

DOOOOOOOLO NOOOOOO DOOOOOLLLL NOOOOOOOO DOOOOOL

meh

OH MY GOD THE HORROS

i love her accent

awwwwwww hand holding

noooooo.... YAS

these two are so dumb

guns brandished lady

OH MY GOSH TESSA

oh good god doll is okay

wow she kinda cool

GET OUTTA HERE SENTINELS THIS AIN'T YOUR PLACE

why must they sound so gosh darn cute

WHAT DOES RED MEAN IS DOLL IN CONTROL

my god the boss fight begins

FINGERS DON'T BEND LIKE THAT

these things smart

v gto the killer reflexes frfr

glasses woman :D

N NO

aww she swore

if v dies i'm so gonna cry

smart is the new cool

not the actual hell woman

NONONONONONNO

THIS GOD

I HATE THIS ABSOLUTE FUCKING SHOW

I HATE YPOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU

[primusfortuna]

Liebe ⟡ Beginning of a Bond (01)

[XX] [02] [03] [04] [05] [06] [07]

“A Flower Blooming in the Night”

A most beautiful butterfly flutters among blooming flowers.

Is it for lust? —No. Is it for love? —No.

The butterfly indulges in the nectar of pleasure once again tonight.

Primus Club—a place that never sleeps, offering entertainment and thrills to all that visit.

One day, I was working behind the scenes while assisting at Ymir’s workplace.

(Liebe comes out of his key)

Liebe: Oh? So this is where you’re working tonight?

Emma: Liebe, is something the matter?

Appearing out of nowhere, Liebe threads his fingers through his silky hair while eyeing my hands.

Liebe: Those boxes must be heavy. I’ll help you.

Emma: Thank you, but they’re lighter than they look. I can manage by myself.

Emma: Besides, I’m sure materializing is enough of a burden on you.

Liebe: Eh? That kind of thing doesn’t matter as long as I can be of service to you.

Liebe: But I love that kind heart of yours. You’re so admirable, I can’t help but want to protect you.

Emma: ...Your face is a little close, Liebe.

Liebe: Hehe, are you embarrassed? How cute.

As Liebe keeps his eyes on me, head glamorously tilted to the side, I hurry to carry away the boxes.

I end up overhearing a conversation between Ymir and a female customer he’s serving in the hall.

Woman: I swear, he never notices when I change my hairstyle or try a new perfume. Isn’t that just awful?

Ymir: What? And here you dolled yourself up so beautifully... If anything, I feel sorry for your boyfriend for never getting to notice.

Ymir: That dress and lipstick shade you picked today are such a perfect fit. I couldn’t stop my jaw from dropping when you first walked through that door.

Woman: Ymir...!

Emma: (That customer looks really happy... Ymir really does work wonders.)

Top escorts—a service that offers guests a fleeting, pseudo love affair.

I’ve seen Ymir work dozens of times before, but his talent for talking with guests never fails to impress me.

Liebe: ...What a load of rubbish.

Emma: What?

Liebe: Oh, nothing. I’m going to take a walk over there for a change of pace.

Liebe: See you later, Emma ♪

Emma: (I feel like Liebe’s mood shifted for a second...? Maybe I’m just imagining things.)

Some time later, Ymir finishes up with his customers and comes back from the hall.

Emma: Nice work today, Ymir. Another huge success, huh?

Ymir: You too, Emma. I could see all the work you were doing from the hall.

Ymir: All you have left is the report, right? Let me help.

With a soft smile, Ymir brings his face close to mine, peering into my eyes.

Emma: No, I’m okay—

Liebe: Excuse me. You’re too close.

Emma: ! Liebe?

Unbothered by Liebe’s very sudden reappearance, the corners of Ymir’s lips tug upwards.

Ymir: Hi, Liebe. Thanks for earlier.

Ymir: I shouldn’t get this close? As her coworker, I think this is a perfectly normal distance for me to be.

Liebe: “As her coworker”? It’s obvious you’re just waiting for the chance to seduce her.

Liebe: Maybe you think you’ll get her attention that way, but...

Liebe: I’m the one Emma’s into. See? Look.

Emma: (Huh... The one I’m into...?)

Liebe turns to me, and gently reaches out a hand.

Puzzled by his sudden words, I gaze back into his glistening eyes.

Note: In place of MC’s name, Liebe verbally calls her “little kitty” (koneko-chan).

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[matenrou-fan]

i request can headcanons for Nemu and Ichijiku with a pregnant s/o (and their reactions to the baby kicks)

Nemu and Ichijiku with a pregnant! s/o + their reactions to the baby kicks

hii dear!! I drew Nemu and Otome already but didn't get enough time to make a chibi for Ichijiku too.. yet I wanted to write this request so much, so I hope you don't mind if I attach art for her a little bit after? XP

femreader, fluff, just wholesome stuff; mention of meds;;

-She's so excited now, not leaving you even for a second.. Do you need to buy something? Of course Nemu is walking with you, willing to help with any groceries. Decided to make a little snack for yourself? Your wife is already here, checking that you also add something healthy and nutritious in your treat. Just wanted to watch tv in the evening? She's here too, leaning closer and caressing your tummy lovingly.

-When you start dating it feels like you were able to bring the old Nemu back, all sweet and giggly with you, but now she is even more caring and loving towards you, her wife.

-She doesn't miss a chance to touch or stroke your tummy, as for her you're now like a goddess, holding a new life inside you, and Nemu felt herself like some sort of guardian. There's no way someone would even try to talk bad about you, she wouldn't mind to show that she's no less talented in beating people with rap than her brother.

-There's no day where she didn't ask you about your well-being or about the baby. In her previous 'normal' life she was wishing to be a mother, wondering how it would feel, so now Nemu is raining questions on you on a permanent basis.

-"How did you sleep? Good?" - you open your eyes just to see your wife immediately leaning closer, placing a soft kiss on your forehead. - "You tried to lay in your stomach during sleep, so I had to stop you, hehe.."

-I totally can see her consulting with Otome about all needed things, as this woman already knows how to carry a child. Don't laugh when you will find a whole list that Nemu handwritten of meds and vitamins to buy with you on a next small date in town.

-And of course first clothes for your baby! Your wife can't help but bring you to all maternity stores she could find to pick some first jumpsuits and pacifiers, some toys, other important and not really things.

-That doesn't mean she treats your future baby like a doll or something.. Now she can't help but relax around you more and more, showing her a little bit childish but so pure and passionate behavior, as it's just one of her real, sincere ways to show her love and passion, as only with you Nemu starts to remember what a happy family is..

+Another weekend together, as you two get to the city outside Chuoku, just a small date together. Even though your wife always was soft with you and didn't mind you being a little lazy, she still dragged you on the streets every week so you would get more fresh air. It is useful for pregnant women to walk, she told you many times, holding your hand as you two wander in some parks or carnivals or just a new part of the city you didn't see before - Nemu always tries to find new places for you two to enjoy.

"Can we sit for a moment? I feel kinda strange right now.." - you mumble, and Nemu nods. She knows you too well to understand when you just want to slack off or actually feel like this, and quickly help you to walk to the near bench.

"Is something wrong? Or your legs just hurt?" - her voice quickly got so worried as she sat next to you, holding your shoulder with one hand while her free arm reached to the bag to grab a bottle of water. - "Maybe I should call an ambulance?"

Shaking your head, you take a bottle to make a few sips when suddenly your stomach aches again, but in some tingling, not painful way. You froze for a moment, looking at your tummy with widened eyes.

"You already have contractions?!" - Nemu squeaks, immediately taking her phone but you stop her, softly touching her hand.

"Oh dear, no.. I think it's.." - you whisper, as your heart goes at a rapid pace. Few days ago you read how baby's kicks feel, and now these tickles were really similar. - "Our baby is moving.."

Another gasp breaks her lips as she watches your tummy closely, afraid even to touch it, only stroking your hand in a soothing manner:

"It's hurting?"

"No.. It's like water is swirling inside, even tickling a little.." - you can't help but smile widely, as your wife's reaction was kinda amusing.

Finally, she reached to your stomach, caressing it a little, but looking at your face, monitored your reaction. When you nod, Nemu gets more bold and leaned closer, almost laying her head on your body.

"Woah.. Hey, are you good? Decided to limber up?" - her habit of talking with your baby always makes you giggle a little, and you place your hand on her forehead, burying fingers in smooth white locks.

"I'm sure she's okay.. But I think people are starting to look at us strangely.."

"What's the matter? I don't care!" - your wife furrowed her brows, hugging you tummy protectively. - "I'm too happy right now to be shy, my darling.. So pretty please, can I sit like this for a while? I want to talk with our baby a little bit more..!"

-Literally pamper you like a goddess now. It feels like her whole character changes, or at least her treatment of you.

-Cause usually she never tolerates any misbehaving, from other Party members and from you too. Yes, she has a soft spot for you in her heart but still doesn't like to let you slack off, wanting you to make yourself better with each day together with her.

-Yet now she would allow you to be more lazy and even throw any tantrums and never would raise her voice back.

-She understands how hard it is to carry a baby and how stressful you're right now, so Ichijiku turns into the softest partner you ever can get.

-Of course all needed meds and vitamins are already bought by her, and your wife will make sure you take it properly and at the right time. Even if she's at work, Ichijiku would call you or at least send a text with a little reminder.

"My dear, is everything alright?" - After she locks the door of her office, her always strict voice gets so gentle, as she coo at you, calling during her lunch break. - "How are you feeling? I'll try to run home while I have some time, so wait for me, okay?"

-As a Deputy Prime Minister Ichijiku has enough money to buy a bunch of fruits, to spoil you with your favorite meals a little bit more often and to take you only to the best hospital.

-And even if the last point means she would need to leave her post in government for some time to go to another country with you to more professional doctors, she doesn't mind. It's for your and her baby, after all, and your wife is ready to do anything for this bright future together, as a family.

-Ichijiku is not really touchy, at least in public, but now, when she gets home after work, she's always around you, clinging to your figure and peppering you with kisses.

-Soft careful hugs as she caresses your rounded belly, kissing your cheeks and then shoulder, whole body, whispering sweet nothings to you and thanking you for the baby.

-It doesn't matter if it will be a girl or boy, she will accept your child anyways. Of course Ichijiku prefers a girl, yet she's also hoping that together you will be able to raise a good guy, who maybe will break her ideas about man. Who may be a sight for her sore eyes after all these cries..?

+ You were sitting on the couch, reading one of the books that your dear wife bought for you, along with many other things for your hobbies so you wouldn't get bored, spending all day at home now. Ichijiku herself was in the kitchen, humming some small melody as she cooked dinner for you both. Most of the time you have something like a servant in your house, who's making all dishes and monitors the cleanliness of apartments, but for the last few weeks Ichijiku started giving her maid more weekends, preferring to cook for you and your future baby herself.. This sensitive softness of hers always touches your heart and a small smile appears on your lips as you listen to her quiet singing.

That's when you suddenly feel a light sensation in your stomach, like something was tickling inside. Putting the book aside with trembling arms, you call for your wife, as it was the first time you experienced something like that during your pregnancy. Doctors told you that you're already in gestation period when your baby can start kicking and you realize that maybe it is.

Ichijiku quickly gets into the living room, and immediately understands everything, as she notices how you cup your tummy carefully with your hands. Her steps are so light as she cautiously gets closer, whispering:

"My dear.. Can i..?" - only when you nod she gets on her knees, gently touching your abdomen with her fingers, and only then placing a whole hand, stroking it slowly.

Another weak wave of goosebumps washes over you as you felt like something overflowing inside your womb. And the face of your lover tells you she's feeling these little kicks too, as she leaned closer, applying her ear to your tummy with a trembling smile.

"Oh goodness, oh goodness.." - Ichijiku mumble, taking your hand in hers and squeezing it a little. - "How does it feel..?"

"I don't know.. Like I have a small fish inside me.." - you giggle softly, feeling how your heart is beating faster and faster. This love in your wife's gaze was so sincere, it's rare when you see such exciting sparkles in the depth of her blue eyes.

With a soft sigh she closes her eyes, listening to your baby's movements with the happiest smile on her face, before placing a little kiss on your tummy and then gets up and cups your cheeks too.

"Is it not painful? Don't want to lay down?" - ah, of course. Along with such joy Ichijiku can't help but worry about you, wanting to make you feel as comfortable as she can.

"No, I'm alright.." - you touch her hand on your cheeks, caressing her knuckles. - "But don't you think our kitchen would be on fire right now..?"

"Forget about this kitchen.." - she scoffs, walking from a room just for a few moments to turn all devices off and then get back, sitting next to you.

You titter, before leaning closer to your wife and pull her into a gentle small kiss, hugging her a little bit. Her hand quickly embraced you too, holding tightly but carefully.

"Can I listen for a few more moments? It's just so heartwarming.."

[itsmebytch001]

Spinster And Her Gal.

(18 plus story)

Summary: Twila has little sexual experince at all, so when an older woman comes onto her at the local gay club she dosen't know how to react, should she go home with her to expeince new pleasures, or return home to an empty bed.

Looming outside the glass doors Twila can hear the booming 200's pop tunes as the reflections of the gel lights, Blue Red And Green flash out from the also glass walls. She feels it pulling her in, like Britney tunes are sirening her to join the pit of beautiful dancing women and then drown in them.

She Begins to feel like a vouyer, just watching them though the transparent walls like they couldn't also see her. The women are chatting, buying each other drinks, caressing each other under the tables like no one's looking and exchaning numbers. Twila turns her back on the open wall and faces the street, cold, empty and dark, the only illumation coming from the glow of Club Doll.

How strange she must have looked if anyone had actually observed her standing motionless, overdressed in a floor legth hot pink trech coat, staring into the void flat faced. And someone did, thank god. The door wrings open and out steps Cindy in a hawiian shirt.

Cindy: "Oh my, Twila you came!" She exclamied reaching for Twila's hand, firmly grabbing it to coax her in.

Twila: "You invited me hehe"

She awakwarly giggled to herself as Cindy pulled her inside, as she took one fianl look out at the ending void outside. Now inside she could feel the bass of the hard floor vibrate though her platforms as Cindy waved to her friends sitting across the club, gesturing to Twila, she wasn't sure if she was pointing fun at her bright outfit, or highlighting that she had actually turned up.

As Cindy let her to the round table where a circle of stranges awaited her by hand, as if maybe she would make a break for it Cindy turned to Twila grinning so much her lips curled in so that all she could see was teeth.

Cindy: "Love your out fit! So...Camp" 'Okay then, hawiian shirt and black jeans'

Sat down with all Cindy's friends, not able to get a real look at them due to the constant fluxing light but still sensing theyre eyes looking over her.

'put on a brave face now Twila'

And so she did, smiling thinly as she nodded to thier converstaions that she triend to invole herself in, until in shifted to retellings of group stories. The whole time Ciny kept her hand rested above hers, as if to keep her there.

Meanwhile across the dance floor Maria in a sleek black velevet dress open's up a bottle of red, sniffing the cork with a sour look on face, nose wriknling as the vinger esc scent invades her nose.

Maria: " It's not corked! I paid 20 quid for that bloody bottle, I should get my money back"

Klara: "Do you know where you are love?!" She bellowed over the deafing waves of music.

Maria: "Oh god why am I here? I'm too old for this" groaning she looked around obersing all the 20 somthing's throw themsleves on the dance floor, driking in excess and fingering each other in the darkest courners of the room.

Klara: "Your'e never to old to party!"

Marina: "Even at 41? I think I went to school with these girls Mums!"

Klara: "Oh come on! It's a Party! WhOoO" Flaming her arms in a circling motion, clearly hammred.

Marina: "Okay baby, time to get you home mkay?"

Klara: "NOooo, It's a parTAY" as she slapped her face into the wooden stikcy table.

Waving Klara off as the cabby took her to her flat, she took the time to hang round the smkoing area of the club, leaning on a steel handle bar inaling the smoke.

Meantime Twila had made a quick escape from Cindys table and found aslyum in the smoking area, welcomed in by the grey smog and mild chatter leaning on the brick wall, taking in all the second hand smoke.

Marina took notice of Twila, it was proberly her highlighter pink trench coat 'Intresting choice' she thought.

She was a pretty young thing, tall with broad shoulders, long course black hair shaping her round face well, small brown eyes with thick eyebrows and skin, she wished she could see more of her body if it weren't consealed in that pink montsrouse coat that made her look like a umbrella with feet.

She was intriued by this girl, she she slyly walked over to lean also on the brick wall while Twila was deep on her phone scrouling though bus times.

Marina: "Boo"

Twila:"Aahhhh!" Cleary suprised by the sudden closness Twila flinched from her, confused by how this woman had just appeared by her side, standing directy under a bright ligh she could finally for the first time tonight actually see somone's face. She was tall and slim with a v face shape, large doe eyes with awfully thick lashes and thin eyebrows all untop her light brown skin.

Marina: "hey? You okay?"

Twila: "I'm fine"

Marina: "Marina, you?"

Twila: " Twila"

Marina: "such a pretty name, for a pretty gal"

Twila: "oh, uh thank you"

Marina: " what brings you here?"

Twila: "My mate brought me here, see some friends"

Marina: "have a fag?"

Twila: "No sorry, i don't smoke"

... ...

Marina waved her eye brows in confusion, still leaning elegantly on the wall.

...

...

Twila: "I just didn't want to be in there, too loud, couldn't hear what was being spat at me"

Marina: "That's fair, It's not for everyone"

Twila: "If you don't mind me asking...why are you here?"

faming offence Marina pressed one hand over her heart and pushed her chin forward eye brows raised as if in shock, as Twila curled into herself wishing to combust right there.

Twila: "Oh, I'm sorry I didn't mean it like-"

Marina grinded mischivoulsouly.

Marina: "No no, It's okay! I know I'm a bit senior to be here, but my friend wanted to come here and I just knew she was going to get pissed, and wanted to be there when she did, you know"

Twila had now noticed how her nostrils were greeted by Marina's perfume, rose and wood with hints of musk.

Twila: "if you don't mind me asking, what are you wearing?"

Marina: "My dress?"

Twila: "No no sorry, your perfume"

Marina: "Oh, Boss by Hugo"

Twila: "It's very nice, hehe" 'God Please help me'

Marina pushed off the wall, reavling how tall she actually was, also in heels, she stepped closer to Twila, her foot now resting against hers standing so close that Twila felt her eyes wander down to Marina's concleaded breast's right at eye level, not wanting to be perverse she forced herslef to look up at her, smirking down at her with lulled eyes.

Marina: "How old are you sweetie?"

Twila: "24"

Marina curled her index finger under Twila's chin, and her thumb placed softly over Twila's bottom lip pulling it down a smidge.

Marina: "That coat dose nothing for you Love, hides everything" she strokes she hand down her coat.

Twila: "Oh uh thank you"

Marina: "Am I making you uncomfortbale?"

Twila: "No no, Its okay"

Marina slipped her hand into the gap between buttons skimming over her waist then pulling her closer, their breats are pressed together, her other hand wraps around the back of Twilas neck pulling her ever so close, lips ghosting over each others.

Marina: "Can I kiss you Sweetie?"

Twila:"I-I would like too but were in an alley"

Marina: "Oh God right" She said re essasing her sourdouings.

Marina: "Would you like to uh...come home with me?"

...

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END OF CHAPTER.

(Feel Free For Feedback, Would Love It)

[sgt-seabass]

I'm fantasizing about Dark!Steve and or Dark!Bucky bring obsessed with a married woman at SHIELD, but when she unexpectedly loses her husband they decide that they waited long enough.

𝒎𝒓 𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒎𝒂𝒏

pairings — dark!steve x reader x dark!bucky w/c — 4.2k This is a dark fic. 18+ only.

warnings — dark!fic, non-major character death, details of depression and grief, stalking, obsession, dubcon (due to emotional state and gaslighting), unprotected threesome (dp boiiiiiii). a/n — sorry this took me so long to get to, anon. this idea unlocked something in me and i kind of went feral with it hehe. thank you so fucking much to @suchababie for beta-ing this for me. you’re amazing.

Mr. Sandman, bring me a dream Make her the cutest that I've ever seen Give her two lips like roses and clover And tell her that her lonely nights are over Sandman, I'm so alone Don't have nobody to call my own Please turn on your magic beam Mr. Sandman, bring me a dream ↳ Mr Sandman, SYML

Life was good. Before everything changed.

You met your husband, SHIELD agent Jack Higgins, not long after starting as an assistant secretary for the Avengers. He was sweet and kind, the type to bring you home your favourite flowers every week with a bottle of wine. His touch was as gentle as his personality, always making you feel good as he took you apart with his fingers before he would indulge himself in your warm heat, lovingly embracing his cock with your tight walls.

Your husband was often sent away on lengthy missions with the other Avengers, but luckily whenever Jack was gone, and they were around, Bucky and Steve would keep you company.

As you were in charge of the Avenger's schedule, you often had to teach the two oldies how to access their schedule and emails on their phones and tablets. You could have sworn you'd taught them thousands of times at this point, but while you were missing your husband, you couldn't complain about the companionship and company.

"Sorry doll, I guess you can't teach an old dog new tricks," Bucky said, a light chuckle leaving his lips as you tried to show him how to access his meeting invitations on his schedule.

"One of these days I'm going to have to write you an instruction manual, Bucky." The lightness between you two made the ache in your heart from missing your husband just a little bit lighter.

At your words, there was something in his eyes that changed, the twinkle of excitement going a little darker as his pupils dilated and tone left no room for argument. "No, you know I wouldn't understand it. I need you."

A part of you felt the need to hide as if you were naked before him. You tried not to think anything of it when his gaze flicked down to your diamond wedding ring and back to your face.

He was lonely. You knew Bucky didn't have many friends. You pitied him, so you couldn't help but give him the benefit of the doubt. Plus, he was always caring, bringing you coffees and sweet treats after long days where your feet were aching in your kitten heels.

All the pieces were falling into place. In the weeks before Jack’s mission to Russia with Bucky and Steve, you both had decided it was finally time to start trying for children. Then everything would feel complete. So, both of you decided that you would get on an ovulation schedule and try to conceive within the coming months when he got back.

When you kissed him goodbye at the foot of the Quinjet, your heart was leaping in excitement for his return so the next stage of your life could begin.

But Jack Higgins never returned from Russia.

He died in a Hydra base two days into the mission, blood spilled against the freezing concrete like many others before.

You would never forget the expression on Natasha's face when she came to your desk to take you to a private meeting room. She was the palest you'd ever seen her, thoroughly wrought with bubbling grief as she told you. Your husband had died in the line of duty.

The world stopped that day, the axis stopped spinning, the waves no longer crashing on the beach, the stars no longer shining in the night sky. It was all gone, just as he was.

Tony set you up for life with money, a payout for his death. But you didn't want it. The money couldn't stop the tears that began from the moment you woke to the moment you finally passed out.

The apartment became dull without his light to fill it, and it all went to shit when you didn't bother cleaning up for yourself anymore. Wanda and Vision often dropped by various dishes they had cooked together that went half-eaten as you could barely stomach the food. They noticed and started bringing you more staple, plain dishes that you would eat more of. Natasha and Bruce tried bringing you novels, but they were left unread in a pile by the door. You didn't have the heart to tell them you spent your days staring at your ceiling, but you had a feeling they knew anyway.

Bucky and Steve tried to visit multiple times, but you left the door unanswered as you remained in your bed, an indent where your body lay with each day that passed, the sheets a grim colour from the lack of washing.

You didn't know how long it had been since you'd lost him, you'd stopped checking your phone after a few weeks unless to call his old number and hear his voicemail, but a loud pounding on your door roused you from your afternoon nap, your shirt clinging to your damp skin that was wet with sweat and tears.

As your padded steps reached the door, you could hear the muffled voices of Bucky and Steve, and the peak through the peephole confirmed it. They were both dressed casually. Steve dressed more brightly, with a brown leather jacket and blue shirt, whereas Bucky was in all black, his coat covering his arm and a leather glove concealing his hand.

There was another bang at the door, an audible impatient huff coming from Steve.

"I can smell you from here, dove," Steve called out, catching your attention as you backed away from the door. "You need a fuckin' shower."

"Don’t listen to him. Let us in, please. We just want to help,” Bucky tried, and after a moment of hesitation, your feet moved on their own towards the door.

They just wanted to help, right? Maybe they could make you smile like you used to. You did miss the banter. Slowly, you released the lock on the door to come face-to-face with the two super soldiers for the first time since the funeral.

“Oh dove, you’re a mess,” Steve cooed with pity as he walked in, not waiting for your invitation, Bucky following closely behind.

They both looked around as they took in the mess of the apartment, various photo frames taken down and placed face down on the floor, the dishes in the sink overflowing and dust and dirt on every surface, in desperate need of a clean.

Both men looked at you in awe. They knew it was bad, but not this bad.

“What do you want?” Your words were cold, feeling judged, even though you thought they were here out of care.

“We’ve come to get you out of here. You’re a mess. You need someone, two someone’s, to take care of you,” Bucky spoke softly as if speaking to a child as he approached you.

But with each step he took forward, you took one step back.

There was something off about them. The way they were looking at you like dogs looking at a juicy bone to chew on.

The air was stifling when your back hit the wall.

“Look at her Stevie, she’s all bones. We’re ‘gonna have to feed her well and get her healthy again, can’t have our girl suffering.”

Bucky’s word sealed their intent, and you let out a shocked whimper as he cornered you. You hadn’t been touched in months, hadn’t thought about love, hadn’t found yourself wanting care or comfort. But there was an innate need brewing in your veins that had you inhaling their musky scents as your body wanted nothing more than to be held.

You were lonely and sad, desperately so. A void in your heart begging to be filled.

Disgusted at your body’s response, you sighed out a shaky breath. “Please… Just leave me be.”

“We’ve waited long enough,” Steve’s voice broke through your squeal as Bucky plunged a needle into the side of your neck, the world becoming blurry and tilted as you collapsed into Bucky’s arms.

“Shh, now, you need your rest. I’ve got you, angel.”

When you woke in a rock-hard bed, you recognised the room immediately. You’d been here before. You glanced over at the laptop in the corner of the room, a memory flashing behind your eyes of sitting there with Steve, his cologne invading your senses as you showed him how to properly format an Excel sheet. When you’d sat on the bed, you’d complained how hard it was.

“Never got used to soft beds after the war, dove.”

This was Steve’s bedroom.

The light was beaming in through the floor to ceiling windows of the compound, the air light and comfortable as you sat up in the plush sheets, seeing the birds flying by the window before you focused on yourself. You were in a fresh, oversized t-shirt and boxer shorts, the realisation hitting you quickly. They’d taken you.

They’d drugged you.

A frantic search of your body found no marks or unwanted touches, everything still the same as you’d left it. But you were clean, showered.

With shaky legs, you climbed out of bed, walking out into the main living and dining area, spotting Steve in the kitchen as Bucky leant against the marble countertop. Both of them looked up at your entrance, smiling at you as if nothing had happened.

“You’re up. I knew you weren’t sleeping. Your body really needed it. You were out for over a day.”

You blinked at Bucky’s words, stopping in your tracks.

This was weird. Too domestic.

When you opened your mouth to respond, Steve plated up an omelette, cutting off your words as your stomach rumbled. “I know you can’t take too much flavour, dove. So, I thought an omelette with some vegetables would be nice for you.”

You looked in disbelief between the two of them. “You drugged me. And washed me.”

“You gave us no choice, angel. You were so tired. When I first came back from Hydra, I couldn’t sleep or clean myself either. I took the same drugs you did, and it helped me so much. Can’t you see we just want to take care of you?” Bucky approached, placing his hand on the small of your back as he directed you forward to the dining table, pulling out a chair and having you sit down before he brought the omelette before you.

Pity filled you as you considered Bucky’s history, empathising with him. He’d been through so much hurt, and he wanted to save you from that. They were just taking care of you. You weren’t taking care of yourself, so it made sense, right?

The grumble of your stomach filled the room, and both super soldiers looked at you expectantly.

Hesitantly, you picked up your fork, getting a mouthful of the omelette. You hated to admit it, but it was delicious. Your muscles relaxed a bit from the food, the first proper meal you’d eaten in days.

When you looked up, you were met with the proud gazes of both Avengers, making you squirm uncomfortably as you finished your plate.

“See, I knew you could do it. Don’t you feel better?” Steve moved to stand next to you, squatting down, so he was at eye level. “You’re an absolute dream. Bucky and I,” he stops for a moment with a sigh. “We’re lonely. Everyone treats us different. But you— you treated us with kindness and compassion. And we just want to make you happy. Won’t you let us return the favour for the number of times you rescued us from our sorrow?”

Steve’s face was close to yours now, so close you could feel his warm breath prickle against your skin.

For the first time since your husband’s death, you felt alive. A warmth pooling in your abdomen and heart alight with emotion.

They were lonely, and so were you.

Would it really be so bad to let yourself feel happy after everything?

As if he could sense the swirling emotions in your mind, Steve closed the gap between you two, lips meeting in a chaste kiss that quickly turned passionate.

Steve stood and brought your body up with him with ease, lifting you like you weighed nothing more than a piece of paper as he wrapped your legs around his waist. Bucky came up behind you to place gentle kisses on your neck, his fingers smoothing over your hair, causing tingles to shiver down your spine.

Having not been touched in so long, it felt like heaven, as if you were floating on clouds as Bucky and Steve’s hands roamed under the fabric of your shirt and shorts, caressing every inch of you as you moaned into Steve’s mouth.

You knew this was wrong. That you shouldn’t want this. The whole situation was all wrong. But with each passing moment, your panties became more soaked with your desperate juices, quivering as the pads of Bucky’s fingers, one cold metal and one flesh, began fondling your breasts and teasing your hardening nubs.

With a gasp, you pulled away from Steve’s lips, head tilting back and mouth agape. Steve took the opportunity to attack your neck with kisses and hickeys as Bucky played with your tits, marks littered across your neck and shoulders as he tore your t-shirt in half, throwing the fabric aside.

Bucky’s hands gripped your hips and pulled you against the hard bulge of his crotch that was straining his pants painfully. “Feel what you do to me, Angel?”

You could only whimper in response as he ground against your ass, Steve holding you in the air as you became trapped between the two of them.

One held you while the other stripped, then swapped, passing you like a toy before Bucky tore away your shorts and panties, causing a gasp to fall from your lips as the cool air of the room hit your glistening warm pussy.

Bucky took you this time, holding you by your knees and keeping you suspended in the air as he needily kissed you, pushing his tongue past your lips, completely dominating you as his tongue fucked your mouth.

Steve took the opportunity to grope your ass, spreading your cheeks before giving each a hard slap, your pussy practically dripping on Bucky’s chest at this point. Especially when you could feel the way Bucky’s length pulsated under you with each drag of his tongue against yours.

“So sweet, knew you’d be perfect,” Steve muttered before he left an especially hard bite on your shoulder, canines piercing the skin as you whimpered against Bucky’s tongue, an oddly pleasured pain radiating from your shoulder.

Bucky pulled back to admire the mark, taking in your swollen wet lips, a smirk forming as he seemed proud of his work in beginning to ruin you.

Bucky and Steve shared a look, something going unspoken between them before Bucky started to carry you to Steve’s bedroom, the latter following closely behind.

“M’gonna make you feel good, angel,” Bucky grinned as he threw you down on the bed, your back bouncing against the plush sheets you’d woken in.

“W-Wait—Bucky— Oh.” Your protests died in your throat as Bucky knelt at the foot of the bed, running his tongue up your slit, collecting some of your juices with a hum.

“Shh. Don’t speak, dove. Just feel.”

Within an instant, Bucky’s tongue was back on you, the hot muscle dipping between your petalled folds, swirling around your clit before running it to your sopping entrance.

When you looked down at him, his eyes were as dark as night, like a wolf with his prey as he lapped at your pussy, focusing his attention on your soft bud, your moans bouncing off the walls as your back arched against the bed.

Steve was engrossed in watching you two, hand stroking his hard cock lazily as he basked in the beautiful sight.

As Bucky began to suck on your clit Steve joined in, kneeling next to Bucky so he could slip two fingers into your wet heat.

“Fuck, Buck. She’s so tight,” Steve admonished as his fingers slid against your walls, his digits opening in a scissoring motion, causing a tightness to begin forming in your abdomen, a sensation you hadn’t felt in so long.

Bucky groaned against your clit at the thought of fucking your tight cunt, the vibrations making you mewl and writhe against his tongue, Steve’s fingers beginning to pump into you faster.

“Are you going to cum for us? I knew you would be good, but fuck, you’re such a good girl. Been so long since you’ve been touched. Need you stretched and ready for us.”

Steve’s praise had the coil tightening quickly.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck.

Everything was so intense. As if every touch was igniting a fire in your soul, fuelling you to feel again.

A part of you wasn’t even sure if you’d felt like this when Jack was alive.

Steve’s fingers grazed your g-spot as Bucky kept sucking, and it wasn’t long before they sent you over the edge.

You came with a wail, falling apart beneath the two super soldiers as stars filled your vision, body quaking as your juices soaked Bucky’s face and Steve’s fingers, toes curling as your body rode the wave of bliss.

“Been waitin’ so long for you, angel. Still can’t believe you’re finally ours.”

You should have picked up on the hidden malice of Bucky’s words, but you were distracted as Steve’s fingers pulled out of you, leaving you gasping for more.

“I need to feel you, please.” As you spoke, it was as if you didn’t know yourself. Your mind blank apart from the desperation for sensation to take your pain away.

If they filled you, maybe they’d fill the hole in your heart too.

Bucky quickly picked you up and lay on his back, your back on top of his chest, the heat from his skin radiating against you, warming the cold pain in your soul. You could feel his hard cock poking against your entrance, and it had you writhing against him, needing more. Needing anything. Needing them.

With a smirk, Steve mounted you, positioning himself so his cock lined up with your pussy, giving Bucky a glance before they both began to fill you.

The stretch was inhuman. Bucky’s thick girth pushed along Steve’s long, uncut length, both sinking into your pussy.

Your wail rang in their ears as you desperately clawed at Steve’s chest as they just went deeper and deeper, far more than you ever thought possible.

Red pain and yellow pleasure swirled together in the mixing pot and left your body ignited with an orange ember, your surroundings no more than a buzz as it was all replaced with the two super soldiers filling you to their hilts.

“Fuck Stevie, she’s fucking clenchin’ so hard, a perfect fit,” Bucky growled, hands gripping your hips as he so desperately wanted to start fucking up into you. He knew with each second that passed, your need grew. You needed this as much as they did.

“I know, Buck. Fuck. Tightest cunt I’ve ever had.” Steve took in your dazed expression as he kept one hand over Bucky’s at your hip, the other cupping your cheek so your hazy eyes focused on him. “You’re doing so good, dove. We’re going to start moving. I promise you’ll love it.”

Steve was right. As they started rocking in rhythm together, their heavy cocks dragging against your walls, it felt so fucking good.

Steve and Bucky were a drug, and you were addicted.

Bucky held you tight as his hips started snapping up faster, Steve following suit shortly after, as if they were in competition with each other.

All you could focus on was the blazing heat between your legs as they fucked you. Their sounds and muttered praises mixed with their brutal pace had you pliant in Bucky’s hold.

It was all too much, yet not enough at the same time as you were surrounded by the feral grunts of Steve and Bucky, the fullness making your brain hazy as if on cloud nine.

Your eyes fluttered closed as you felt another orgasm beginning to build, but a rough grip on your chin had your eyes opening to meet Steve’s deep cerulean orbs. “I can feel you getting close, dove. You’re going to look at me as you cum.”

You fell over the precipice again, body awash with a shivering pleasure as your gaze kept on Steve, sinking into the depths of the sea that was his stormy gaze.

Both men simultaneously groaned as you fluttered around them, it was almost difficult to move with how tight you were.

For a moment, they stilled to just feel you and the way your cunt gripped them so deliciously, but then Bucky and Steve shared a look again, and something snapped.

They both started rutting their cocks into your abused hole, merciless and erratic, each ridge and vein gliding against your sensitive channel. Strangled noises began coming from you when Bucky gripped your neck from behind, and Steve entwined his fingers in your soft locks, tugging with each unrelenting thrust.

“Fuck, gonna breed this pretty cunt,” Bucky growled as you felt his cock begin to swell alongside Steve’s, warning of their impending release.

“God, you’re going to make me cum—Fuck dove,” Steve rasped as his cock twitched and his seed started to paint your walls, Bucky’s peak following shortly after.

Their hips didn’t stop as they filled you past the brim, milky white cum spilling out past their dicks as they let your pussy milk every last drop.

Out of breath, you all stilled for a moment, the room thick with the smell of sex and your hearts collectively racing.

Both of them slowly pulled out, Bucky gently moving you so you could rest on the bed as your pussy leaked their essence.

“You did so good, we’re going to take care of you, you have nothing to worry about,” Bucky spoke soothingly as he gently stroked your hair, eyes full of endearment as Steve sat on the other side of you, running his fingers over your bare skin with soft coos.

“You don’t have to be alone anymore. We’ve waited so long for you.”

No longer in your lustful haze, you look at Steve with a flustered expression. “What do you mean?”

“We knew the moment we saw you that you were perfect for us. All those years ago.”

Years ago. When you first started working at SHIELD.

Realisation settled deep in your bones like a black rot as you flinched away from them and stood, despite your overused muscles screaming for you to lie down.

Steve and Bucky looked surprisingly calm, both mirroring each other as they slowly sat up, unbothered by your sudden outburst, as if they were enjoying toying with you.

“Years? What—” Uncontrollable tears started welling in your eyes as you frantically looked between them.

A stilted gasp left your lips as the dots started to connect in your mind.

“Can you believe it? Captain Rogers and Sergeant Barnes want to work with me personally! A solo mission with just the three of us, it’s so exciting, sweetheart.”

Jack’s words rang in your ears as a sob hiccupped from your chest. “Wha— What did you do?”

Steve merely chuckled and shrugged, a cocky smirk on his lips as he got up from the bed, moving to a box kept under his desk, pulling it out for you to see.

They wanted to love you, but they’d have just as much fun tormenting you too until you realised how good they were for you.

With a gulp, you opened the lid of the box, horror piercing through you.

Polaroids. Thousands of them. All of you. Any picture with Jack had aggressive black sharpie marks over his face and body. Alongside them were USBs, hundreds of them.

Taking from the top of the pile, Steve plugged in one of the USBs, letting its contents play on his computer.

A video file opened as it was of your home, your apartment. They’d put cameras in your apartment?

The tears started falling heavier as you saw you and Jack come into the frame, smiling as he twirled you around in his arms, happiness on both your features. “I can’t wait for us to have a baby.”

You could hear Bucky’s jaw clenching at Jack’s words, as if he was going to break his teeth from the pressure.

“We’d waited so long for the right moment. But there was no way we were going to let you have a baby with him. So, we did what we had to do, get rid of the problem.”

The cognisance of what they’d done made you feel as if you were being ripped apart, heart and soul that was finally beginning to heal, covered entirely with a dark ooze emanating from the two men you considered close friends.

They watched as you let out a broken yowl, throwing the polaroids back into the box and darting for the door, but Steve was quick to appear behind you, forearm wrapping around your neck to place you into a headlock.

“That’s enough, dove. We’re done waiting. You’re all ours now. Forever.”

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[wasabito]

thinking about that villain!nanami and getou fanart and yeah... hehe

words: 892

pairing: nanami x fem!reader; implied nanami x getou

cw: public sex

Nanami Kento joins Getou's group of curse users after he massacres his entire company.

He doesn’t join because he has any strong feelings or inclinations towards the cause, or jujutsu sorcerers or even people in general. He just doesn't have anywhere else to go. No goals or aspirations, and yet little desire to "sit and do nothing" too.

Plus, he feels indebted to Getou for helping him out of a predicament that would have otherwise left him at the mercy of Jujutsu Tech.

Many of the others welcome him as a part of the "family", namely you, Larue and Miguel (Nanako and Mimiko too, though they won’t openly admit it).

Unfortunately, the chasm between Nanami and the rest of the group couldn't be greater. Where you all have forged bonds with one another through a shared disdain for the current jujutsu society and the peons running it, Nanami seems to reject the sentiment entirely. He simply doesn’t care.

Nanami’s hard to read, unusually brusque, cold with a penchant for bastard behavior, and money-hungry. His eyes are dead and it's apparent the man before you is hollow and lifeless, like a walking husk made of wooden doll parts rather than flesh and bone.

For the time being, Getou has him managing funds for the Star Plasma religious group he'd taken over after defecting. But it's clear he believes Nanami's talents would be wasted if not utilized out in the field. Getou’s solution: send you and Nanami on a mission to retrieve a special-grade cursed tool. It’s a blunt-edged chopping sword, a family heirloom to a once prestigious clan of sorcerers.

The mission is a field test of sorts, you're only there to watch and report back later with an impartial verdict. You don’t expect anything bad to happen, because you’ll do your part and Nanami will do his.

So as expected, the mission is successful but grossly uneventful.

You sit across from Nanami at an old diner in Chiba, just an hour outside of Tokyo; it’s late but not late enough, so you manage to strong-arm Nanami into letting you make a pit stop for some food.

“Ugh, I haven’t had food this good in a while.” You murmur with delight, clicking your chopsticks.

“We need to get a move on before the final train. Eat and let’s go.”

Nanami checks his watch with a crease in his brow, a notably expensive brand of jewelry that fits him and his pain-in-the-ass personality, you think.

Snorting, you pluck a piece of takoyaki. “It’s not good to rush while you’re eating Nana-chan...it’ll lead to indigestion.”

He hates the nickname, you can tell just by the slight curl of disgust in his lips, but it’s gone a second later. Had you blinked, you would’ve missed it completely.

“Hurry up, or I’ll leave you behind.”

“My, my Nanamicchi, I’m sure Getou-sama will be a-okay without you for another hour or two. No need to scurry on home just yet.”

His expression is well controlled this time, flat and indifferent. There’s no inkling of a response in sight. But... how far can you push him until he snaps, you wonder? Can a dead man be provoked?

“Even if you’re not Getou’s little lap-dog, you sure do follow him around like you are.” You smirk wickedly. “Makes me wonder if there’s more to it than that~”

In a second, your half-eaten meal is snatched from the table and dumped in the nearest trash.

Nanami stands over you with both hands in his pockets, cool as ever without a single hair out of place. It’s slightly frustrating that you hadn’t even seen him move.

Then he says something that makes you laugh despite the flutter of desire in your loins.

“You’re an insufferable woman, I’ll give you that.” He starts. “But that’s rather unfortunate for you, my dear, since you’re just my type...”

Fucking in a back alley seems uncharacteristic for someone like Nanami and yet here you both are, lips locked in a kiss, with your hands fumbling around his designer belt. He tastes like mint and the green tea he’d been drinking at the table. You crave it more.

He doesn’t seem so dead now, in fact, this is the most expressive you’ve ever seen him and the thought fills you with a feeling you’d prefer not to examine closely.

Having your face suddenly shoved against a wire fence is a lot more painful than one would think but at least you have a place for your hands. Nanami doesn’t care either way. He fucks into your cunt with reckless abandon—like a man starved. Like a man given new life.

“Nana—fuck—don’t you dare stop.” You choke on your moans, unable to feel your lungs as the pressure builds. Nanami picks up his pace, obedient to only himself in this moment. You almost want to laugh. After all, who would’ve thought a wet cunt was all it took to liven him up.

When it’s done, he hands you a handkerchief to wipe his cum off your thigh. It smells faintly of his cologne, but you don’t give yourself the time to think about it.

He’s composed, not dead, and you decide to call that a win in your book.

You loop an arm around his bicep with a grin you’re sure he’s wary of.

“I think I know what I’ll call you from now on.” Your smile widens as you tuck the handkerchief back in his coat. “How’s Nanamin sound?”

[harveywritings92]

You get drunk and lost.

You go out with some friends drinking, get plastered and somehow you've broke away from your group. after walking around the city you have moment of clarity you text you boyfriend, "Halph! me loss...!!" before he can respond you accidently put it on silent, and he freaks and nearly tears the streets upside down looking for you, only to get a call at the ass crack of dawn by random person saying they've found you...

Warnings : alcohol use, Smoking, theft and mature situations.

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Dabi: He thought it was joke at first, sure his girl likes to let loose from time to time, But she never irresponsible about it! So, when he got that text he thought you were screwing with him, He texted you [Aww what'd ya lose Doll?] you didn't text him back... He thought she just put her phone away, as time passed by soon Dabi got worried, he checked his phone; the time you'd said you be home had long passed.

He called you and kept getting the busy signal. "Tch" without missing a beat he got his hoodie, face-cover and sunglasses on and went out to the bar that you said you'd be at just in time to see your friends drunkenly stagger out of the bar giggling like a bunch of hens. "Hey." He called out to them one them... Ayaka? If that's what her name was? Dabi wasn't really paying attention when you showed him her picture.

he was to busy fantasizing you in that tight little dress bent over couch while he rails you from behind…

Anyway, back to the present. 

Aya was dazed but seemed to recognize him. "ohz! Y/n's s-shy man! how ya doing bro?" the cremator stayed close to the alley shushed the drunk woman gesturing for her to come closer. "I'm fine, where's Y/n? She still inside?" he said in low voice nodded towards the bar, Aya gave him this blank look and Dabi didn't like how loud this silence was.... "Y/n? s-she said- said she was gonna go for a walk..." Dabi eyes narrowed resisting the urge to turn this drunk putz into a pile of ashes. "Aya focus, where did Y/n say she was going?" He said slowly trying to get the drunk woman to remember, this seemed to help as her eyes widened in realization, but that hope was soon dashed as she chortled out. "Your mamma's butt! hehe..." and broke down laughing. 

Dabi growled annoyed before shoving her back over to the group drunk girls waiting for their taxi, for the rest of the night Dabi spent his time looking through every alley, back road and crappy neighborhood, he could think of, But there was no sign of you anywhere! at around 5 am He sat on bench dejected and took his phone out; looked through his contact before stopping at 'Chicken-wings' he glared at the named with a lot of confliction, But before he could press call...

His nickname for You suddenly lights up his screen Dabi answered without hesitation. "Y/n?... where the hell are you?" He hissed feeling both relieved and pissed off at the same time, however the voice that answered him wasn't girlfriend but that of a man. "Who the hell is this... where's Y/n? if you touched her I'll-" Dabi snarled flames bursting from his chin, but the person on the other end told him to calm down and explained, he lived a few blocks away from where Dabi was. 

The cremator wasted no time getting there, he knocked on the door and was greeted by an old man who looked like a breeze would knock him over, The old man confirmed Dabi was the on he called, then apologized for scaring the young man, explained he found you passed out on his patio and didn't want leave you alone outside. "I have no bloody clue how these new-fangled phones work, had to wake my 8 year old grandson to help me." he explained as he led an awkward Dabi to his living room.

"I should be one who's sorry, for the trouble my girls caused you." the raven haired man sighed seeing his girlfriend passed out on the old man's couch, The old man just waved him off. "It's fine boy, we were all young once!" Dabi thanked him again carefully collected his girlfriend and carried her back to one of his safe houses that was nearby, Needless to say aside from nursing a gnarly hangover, You also had to deal with an very Angry, horny and tired Dabi who wasn't you out his sight anytime soon.

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Hawks: [you lost? lost what? darts?] You don't answer him. [Angel wings? you there???] he didn't wait and see if you'd reply as Endeavor was giving him this look that screamed 'put that phone away, or else I'll launch it so far up you ass you're kids will born screaming your ringtone!' the avian man smiled coyly and put his phone away and waited for the meeting to be over, the meeting and late night patrol finally wrapped up at 3:30 am and Hawks walked outside recalling the conversation he had with you and checked his phone, Keigo felt his heart sink you hadn't answered him, He flew over to the bar while at the same time calling you phone, but all he got was voicemail...

When he got there he saw all your girl friends had gone home and only one of your guy friends was there, Akito if the blond remembered correctly. "Yo Akito-san." He called as he lowered down the ground, the drunk man looked around startled be for noticing Hawks above. "Sky-guy my dude! how ya doing?" he slurred at the number two hero, who stared at him crossed armed as he observed the inebriated man, very unimpressed.

"Nothing much, was Y/n okay?"  

"w-who wha?"

"Y/n, Akito did she get home alright?"

"Oh she went to the subway."

Hawks brows scrunched up in confusion, it was passed midnight the trains weren't running right now! So, where the fuck was his girlfriend?! "Akito, I want you to listen where did Y/n go?" Again the drunk said the Subway, making it very clear he wasn't gonna be any help, Hawks flew up into the sky and sent some of his feathers out to search for his missing girlfriend and focused to see if that one he snuck in to her purse was near by.... "Come Y/n, where are ya baby?" he muttered as he eyes scanned the from above, when he felt a tug from one his feathers and almost on cue his phone light up with your ringtone.

"Y/n? where are you? are you safe?!" He asked frantically and waited but the voice coming from other end wasn't his girlfriend's but older woman's voice. "Is this Kei-Chan?" the winged hero eyes narrowed suspiciously. "Who are you?" the woman voice cleared her throat. "I'm sorry, I'm Anko, I found this girl in front of the shop is her your friend?" Hawks confirmed this expecting this stranger to be a villain holding you hostage and told her to stay where she was. 

Instead when he got to his girlfriend's location; A Subway sandwich shop. *Ah...The subway, Hardee har-har...* He mentally deadpanned before looking down at the front and saw his girlfriend passed out on a bench with a tattered old blanket draped over her, while a little old lady in worn out clothes was standing next to a shopping cart. It didn't take a genius to see the old woman was homeless this seemed to strike a cord with the number 2 hero. 

Hawk silently landed "Excuse me." he called caused the old woman he assumed was Anko to jump by the sudden voice and saw Hawks walking towards. "Yes?" the woman answered warily. Hawks introduced himself as Kei-chan the man she spoke to, he asked how she stumbled on to his girlfriend? Anko adjusted her her old jacket said she saw her going into the with a group of girls, they left in a taxi without her! 

The winged hero looked furious upon hearing this, you had mentioned your friends were a little peeved that the two of you were dating... But to abandon you in a seedy part of town while intoxicated? that was over the line, had Anko not found you first then.... Hawk's jaw tightened not wanting to think about it as the old woman tale continued. You stubbled out a few moments, and passed out on the bench out front.

"I think those girl stole her jacket and shoes, I didn't want the poor dear getting cold, so I put my blanket on her and called you." She handed Keigo your purse a used his feathers to hold it while he gathered you in his arms he thanked Anko for guarding you. He promised to return the her kindness but the old woman said it was fine, but Hawks was already coming up with a few idea as he flew back to his apartment.

The next morning you were alone and confused how you got to Keigo's apartment wondered in your friend had called him, and went check your phone to check your messages, and were very bewildered over why your "Friends" were all apologizing, begging Hawks to call off his fanclub! You were flabbergasted about the situation, until Akito left you a screenshot of their original plan; they were going to make you and Akito drunkenly hook up and ruin your relationship with Keigo! 

Of course they didn't know that Akito was in fact gay, so when they figured that out they just left you alone in front of sub-shop at 3am with no way of getting back home, you were pissed off that's for sure! and blocked them save for Akito as he had nothing to do with their plan.

Then you checked the newsfeeds and saw Hawks was trending curious you checked to see why, and saw Keigo delivering a box containing a new jacket, shoes, blankets and food to a stunned homeless woman with a note saying to "my girlfriend's hero! forever grateful Hawks!" Okay... Now Keigo really needs to tell you what happened last night!

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Fatgum: [Aw it's all right Teddy Graham, ya can't win them all!] Fatgum chuckled assuming you lost at darts or pool while having fun with your friends, however as the night wore on and patrol came to an end, Taishiro was getting concerned, You hadn't texted him back nor had you called him to tell him she got home alright, just that "Halph...me loss!" text! The BMI hero was loosing his appetite with worry as he wandered down the street looking for the bar you were supposed be at, only to find out from your very drunk friends who was shuffling into in a taxi van.

He stopped one of them asking where you were, did you home with one of the girls? but to his dread they said you went for walk somewhere, Taishiro tried to coax them into remembering where you said were you going? But at this point your friend was too far gone to answer coherently, and with that the blond man took off down the street, hoping to find a trace of his lil'Teddy Graham! 

He searched for hours even showing civilians a photo of you asking if they've seen ya? the answers were always no... it was almost 3 am he was considering calling the cops to help look for ya... as he leaned against a wall to take break, when he heard your ringtone on his phone, Taishiro's hand was shaking as he answered the phone as this nasally voice greeted him

"H-hello, Sir? assuming you're a sir! uh... we found this lady passed out in one of our aisles, could you come and get her, before my manager calls the cops?"

"Wh-where is she?"

"The 7/11 at (random block)."

"Yeah, I'll be right there!"

The chubby hero ran down the street so fast he hadn't noticed his fat was burning off so when he finally arrived at the 7/11 his clothes were baggy and hanging of his body. "Hey, I'm Taishiro, you called me about my girlfriend?" The now skinny hero wheezed catching his breath as the snotty manager turned around to mouth off at Taishiro only to blanch when they realized how much taller and muscular the blond was compared to him and his demeanor quickly changed.

"Y-yes, sir right this way" the balding man stammered leading the 8ft tall man to the back room where a female staff member was watching you, Taishiro let out a sigh of relief and picked you up like a toddler; with your arms around his neck and your head rested on his shoulder, as he was leaving his yellow eyes noticed a backpack stuffed with snacks and other stuff hidden under the manager's desk, he hummed not thinking anything of it and went to thank clerk for watching you as the manager had gone out for a smoke break, Since he was there anyway Taishiro asked for a couple meatbuns for the road.

"Thanks, for lookin after m'girl."  

"It was no problem sir.'

"By the way I saw a backpack, back there, wha's that about?"

(the clerk went white, made sure her manager was still outside, assuming that she'd be too afraid to tell the tall man about his scheme.)

"That lazy bully of a manager has been stealing snacks and other crap from the store, He was going to try and say your girlfriend did it, and scare you into paying him not to call the cops."

Taishiro's hold tightened on your thigh. "I'm guessing he chickened out, because... Well you look like you could crack his head open like an egg!" the blond snorted as he payed for his food "And you'd be right about that!" Taishiro huffed, he then thanked the clerk for her honesty and shot the manager a venomous glare as passed him outside, later that night Taishiro reported what clerk had told him to store's head office, and vowed to return as Fatgum just to make sure the balding thief was gone! 

The next morning you were very confused as to how you’d gotten to your boyfriend’s apartment? you sat up only to get pulled back down an exhausted Taishiro who muttered for you to go back to sleep, he'll tell you everything later. 

[ratmonky]

Out of Body Experience

Word Count: 4.9K

Warnings: semi-public

AO3 Link

[You matched with Maru!]

[Send Maru a message!]

Maru: Hey.

(username): hiii!!

Maru: You look cute in your pictures on your profile.

(username): omg you think so?? i’m really happy!! i thought you had a rlly cool bio,,, i guess i did the right choice to like your bio

Maru: Thanks. I was surprised to get a notification that we matched. You’re way out of my league.

(username): don’t say that maruuu~ i bet you look handsome irl

Maru: I don’t.

(username): hmm, wanna prove it?? >.<

Maru: I don’t know.

(username): don’t be shy!! ur bio said you lived in kyoto, wanna meet up this saturday?

Maru: You’ll be disappointed.

(username): i promise i won’t!!! i like meeting new ppl!!! besides if we didn’t click we can still be friends?? i feel like you and i will be close no matter what!!

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[Maru: <3………….. (send)]

Kokichi paused and deleted the message.

Maru: See you.

~~~

Kokichi’s first impression of you was that you were naive and careless. You wanted to meet up with him without any hesitation, what if he was someone who could harm you?

He stared at his screen and at your pictures.

You were gorgeous, he had never seen someone as pretty as you. On top of all that you wanted to meet him.

It made him feel special, wanted even.

~~~

When a notification sound filled his ears, Kokichi immediately checked if it was from you.

(username): maruuuuu!!!! i missed u  ))):

He stared at the message and read it three times but didn’t quite understand why you would miss him.

Maru: What?

(username): i thought you’d text me but u didn’t,,, i couldn’t sleep cuz i was thinking about u

Maru: I didn’t think you wanted me to text you.

(username): )):

Maru: ?

(username): )))):

Maru: (:

(username): (((((:

Maru: You’re childish aren’t you?

(username): what about it q;

Maru: Nothing. How old are you anyway?

(username): old enough to drinkkkk!!!

Maru: Me too. Which Jujutsu college are you going to?

(username): ohh, hehe… i dropped out cuz it wasn’t my thing

Maru: That’s irresponsible. Did you drop because you couldn’t keep up with your curse classes or was it for some other reason?

(username): maruuuu stop talking about jujutsu with meee!!!

Maru: Then what should we talk about?

(username): about our date >.<

Maru: Date?

(username): did u forget already )):

Maru: Forget what?

(username): our date on saturday )):

Maru: That’s a date?

(username): TwT ur making me sad maru

Maru: I don’t understand it, we just said we’d meet up.

(username): this is a dating website for ppl like us ///:

Maru: You want to date me?

(username): idk anymore,,, seems like ur a heartbreaker and i feel like u don’t feel a connection between us as i do

Maru: Wait! Don’t jump to conclusions all by yourself! You don’t even know what I look like, how can you be so sure that you want to date me?

(username): i mean,,, we matched for a reason,,, i liked ur bio and wanted to get to know u better is that bad??

Maru: No. No, it isn’t. I’m sorry if I hurt your feelings. I'm new to this sort of stuff.

(username): apology accepted!!!! ahhhh ur so cute,,, i can’t wait to meet u

Maru: Same here.

~~~

His classmates knew something was up. Robotic demeanor was gone and instead, it was actually a part of himself as Kokichi that was showing through.

“Mechamaru looks happy nowadays,” Kamo noted.

“It’s relieving that he shows us a softer side of himself,” Miwa added. “Makes me feel happy for him.”

“I wonder what caused him to become this way.” Kamo was talking to himself but Todo took it upon himself to answer.

“He has finally found himself a Takada-chan.” Todo grinned. “Reminds me, I never asked him what his type of woman is.”

There was a moment of silence before Todo walked out into the campus garden to make his way towards Mechamaru.

Mechamaru didn’t notice his presence as he was watering the flowers.

“Yo.”

“Todo. Did you need something?”

“What’s your type of woman?”

Caught off guard, Mechamaru dropped the watering can. “I… I think someone who’s kind and cheerful.” Someone who’s submissive.

“Like I guessed.” Todo held his chin between the knuckle of his forefinger and thumb as he hummed thoughtfully. “You’re as lifeless as your puppet.”

~~~

What did that suppose to mean?

Kokichi was just telling the truth.

Right?

~~~

Days passed until Friday came.

Kokichi talked to you almost every day and whenever he could. He seemed to enjoy your company more than he thought he would when the two of you first matched.

He woke up to your messages and went to sleep only after he texted you goodnight.

Today, he felt like his heart was going to jump out of his ribcage, he could hear his own pulse when it got too quiet and it was dead silent in his hideout… as always.

All he could think about was your date tomorrow. He had made sure to dress up Mechamaru nicely for the occasion and checked the weather report thrice so the date wouldn’t be ruined because of anything out of his control.

There was still something that made him extremely anxious. What if you didn’t like him? What if everything went terribly and you blocked his number?

He needed something to distract him from these negative thoughts.

Maru: Hey.

(username): maruuuu!!!! what r u doin??

Maru: Going to sleep soon, I think.

(username): without me (;

Maru: Never.

(username): i’m blushing

Maru: How are you?

(username): fine, i'm doing skincare tonight to get ready for our date!!

Maru: About that...

(username): ....

(username): are you going to cancel our date?

Maru: No! I’m just anxious about it.

(username): good cuz i’d block u

Maru: I don’t think you would.

(username): you don’t know me

Maru: Because you never told me about yourself.

(username): ^-^; haha yeah,,, so,,, what would you like to know?

Maru: Everything.

Without even noticing the passing time, Kokichi chatted with you until he couldn’t keep his eyes open anymore.

He learned everything about you. From the earliest memory, you could recall about your first interaction with a cursed spirit to your latest obsession with an online game about cute animals.

His eyelids were getting heavier, he texted you goodnight and how he was excited to meet you tomorrow.

When he closed his eyes, this time he managed to fall asleep.

~~~

You pressed your phone to your chest and kicked at your sheets. The excitement was eating you up, the butterflies in your stomach wouldn’t calm down either. All because of someone you met online a couple of days ago.

It wasn’t something new to you to meet up with people you met online but this felt a lot different.

Previous times, you had used different dating apps or social media websites to make friends but this was the first time you had used a dating website specifically for people who knew the existence of curses.

Jujutsu sorcerers often found it hard to find someone they could click with because of their field of work but this website had risen up to popularity from day one. Your old classmates from your jujutsu college wouldn’t shut up about it so you gave it a go after their insisting.

Maru was one of the first people you matched with on the website. In his profile, he had written about how he wanted to find someone he could be himself with and date them.

That’s why tomorrow, you had to be on your best behavior so he could be himself around you.

~~~

You were twenty minutes early.

It wasn’t your intention to arrive this early but whether it be the excitement to meet up with Maru or not wanting to make him wait if your train was late-

Wait, those were all connected.

Letting out a sigh, you checked your phone. Yep, still twenty minutes. Once you put it back in your purse, your eyes scouted around the station. There weren’t any empty spaces for you to sit so you were standing by a meeting point next to the maps, hoping Maru would see you.

Although you didn’t know what he looked like, you had put effort into how you looked today so you could impress him. Deep inside, you hoped he would take notice of your appearance and compliment you but some men were just too dense.

From the way he had started texting you, he gave you the impression that he was one of those stoic and dense men but as you started to get to know him better, he turned out to be quite a friendly person. Very talkative and caring.

You pressed a hand on your cheek, you were burning up. Geez, were you really blushing this much because of him?

When you told your friends about this date, they had told you not to have too many expectations about Maru. They believed you were being catfished but it wasn’t possible, you didn’t want to meet him because of his appearance after all.

“Um, excuse me-”

Startled, you lifted your head to stare at a… robot?

You stepped away from its way, thinking that you were standing in front of its charging station or something. How long had it been since you had gone out? Had robots already taken over? Or was this one of those public pranks?

The robot was staring at you even after you moved away.

“(username)?”

You lifted your gaze and looked at the robot with wide eyes. “M-M-Maru?”

It nodded, “Mechamaru.”

No, it wasn’t a robot. You could sense cursed energy oozing from it. More like a cursed doll. Nevertheless, you were speechless.

There was a long pause before you spoke. “Ah, I...” You looked around as if you were searching for an exit and anxiously clutching on your purse.

Great, you were going to make up an excuse and go away. Just like he thought you would.

“I thought I was going to meet you, not a puppet.”

“I’m here,” he said, static sizzling noise coming from him was like nails on a chalkboard. “I just can’t be physically here because of my condition.”

“You could’ve told me about it first… ahh, sorry.” You sounded more annoyed than you would have liked but quickly covered it up by bowing your head to greet him. “Nevermind, I’m (name).”

“Are we going to use real names?”

“Well, I’m not gonna call you Megaman.” There was a smile.

“Mechamaru,” he corrected. After a short silence, he added, “Kokichi.”

“Nice to meet you Kokichi, I hope we can get along well.” You bowed yet again.

“Why are you being so formal?”

“It’s cuz…” You pointed at him.

“What?”

“Well…” You used both hands to gesture his whole body.

“If you say it’s because I’m a robot or anything similar to that, I’ll go home.” He sounded serious, or maybe it was because of the static.

You pouted and leaned forward on your tiptoes, “If I can’t even joke around then I’ll go home.”

“I thought you were looking forward to our date.” When you blushed at his words he spoke again. “You look cuter than your pictures.”

“Ahh, you really think so?” You started walking and he followed after you.

“I do.” He was keeping a large space between the two of you, whenever you tried to walk closer to him, he would move away but now when you were caught in the station with the crowd who were going home after work hours, you had to stay close to him.

You were being pushed against Kokichi thanks to the crowd trying to walk out of the station and he didn’t complain about it. Kokichi didn’t look at you, he thought about the things he read on the internet instead.

‘If you want your date to consider you as manly, you have to invest yourself to talk to her.’

“Your dress looks cute.” Kokichi came up with ‘the compliment her outfit’ route, he had seen men flirt before, he could do it too.

He stared down for a moment to see your reaction.

Bingo!

You smiled brighter than the sun, you played with your hair to give him a playful answer. “Thank you, I wore this just for our date.” Your eyes shined with small sparkles in them. “I really like your collar.” You pointed at his face, not too close, hesitant to invade his personal space. I’m here with his puppet not him, you reminded yourself.

“Thanks.”

When the two of you finally exited the station, you walked alongside him.

“Where to?” He nonchalantly asked while you were looking around the streets.

“What about karaoke?” You gave him an inviting smile, “It’d be fun.”

“Whatever you say.” He wasn’t sure which way you were taking. There was the main street and Kyoto's red-light district, of course, he knew you wouldn’t be going there. “Which street are we going for?”

You pointed to your right, “The main street, there is a karaoke place I know.” Your smile altered when you noticed how this time when you walked together to cross the street, it was close, your shoulder touched his fake biceps.

“I’m not good at singing for obvious reasons.” Back in his bathtub, Kokichi said it in a joking manner but thanks to the cursed puppet, it sounded a lot as if he was annoyed about the idea of going into karaoke. He bit his tongue and cringed, waiting for your reaction.

“You can still try, can’t you?” You gave him the best puppy eyes you could. “For me?”

Kokichi blushed but you weren’t able to see it through Mechamaru. “Y-yeah.”

“Oh, I didn’t know robots could stutter.”

“I didn’t stutter and I’m not a robot. This is a cursed puppet and sometimes the commands I give are interrupted, that’s why I-”

“You’re so easy to tease just as I guessed!”

Kokichi covered his mouth with his hand, watching you giggle at him through his screen.

“Here it is.” Pointing at a sign, you grabbed his arm and dragged him with you.

While you were showing him the prices, he was busy staring down at your shirt. He could… he could see your cleavage.

“The menu says they serve alcohol at this hour! Ahh, the prices are cheaper than the last time too! We can share the tab-” You stopped yourself from talking. Silence brought him out of his trance. “Oops, sorry. You can’t eat or drink through Megaman, right?”

“Mechamaru,” he corrected. “No, I can’t… But it’s on me anyway.”

“You’ll pay?” Your eyes sparkled brighter than the stars. Your pouting lips and hand on his chest didn’t help.

Kokichi looked away, blushing. “Y-yeah.”

“Y-you’re the best!” Mocking his stuttering, you offered him a cute smile. Then you went on to drag him inside while telling him about how this place was the best karaoke place in Kyoto because they served desserts and your favorite cocktail. All the while renting a room for the two of you.

“Would you like to share with others?” The employee asked.

“No.” Your answer was instantaneous.

Behind the register, the employee stared at Kokichi and down at you. It was easy to tell he thought the two of you were a mismatch. “Your room is to the left, you can order through the smart tablet. Have fun.”

“Thanks,” you said before walking past the register. When Kokichi caught up with you, you turned around. “Did you see the way he stared? So lame!”

“Well, anyone would have stared if they saw a pretty girl next to a robot.”

“So, you’re accepting you’re a robot?” You grinned, opening the door to the private room.

“That’s not what I meant!” He didn’t know what he was expecting. From the way you texted, he should have known you were this childish and unable to have a serious conversation.

“Hmm?”

“Nothing.” He closed the door behind him as you were ordering as many drinks as you could. Once he noticed you were about to order the entire menu, he barely managed to stop you by taking the smart tablet away from your hands. “Hey, I’m not rich!”

“It’s cheap, trust me!” You pouted your lips again, reaching for the smart tablet he was holding above your head.

His stare found the menu and froze. It was cheaper than he had thought like you said. He had never been somewhere like this, nobody could blame him for it.

“Sorry, I didn’t notice,” he said as he handed the device back to you.

“I was showing you the menu earlier, you weren’t listening, were you?” Your smile widened, eyes squinting knowingly.

“I was listening! You’re talking way too much, I can’t keep up!”

You crossed your legs, continuing to add stuff to your order.

It got quiet.

Realizing what he had said was rude, he apologized.

“It doesn’t sound genuine.”

“It’s because I’m talking through a puppet.”

“Exactly.”

You weren’t looking at him. Putting the tablet aside, you leaned back on the soft cushions. The mood had changed. When you weren’t talking, it was too quiet.

Decidedly, he walked over to the karaoke machine and grabbed two microphones. He sat next to you, placing one of the microphones next to you as he reached for the tablet.

There were way too many songs in the system and he knew none of them.

Scrolling further, he found Takada-chan’s songs.

“You like Takada-chan?” you asked, noticing how he had stopped scrolling.

“No,” he replied. “My friend-” Was he really his friend? “My friend likes her, he won’t stop talking about her and all.”

“I like her,” you said. “I’ve been to her meet and greets many times but they’re always ruined by some buff dude who has the most tickets. He’s always at the events, kinda creepy but seems like he supports her. He once beat up some guy who insulted her.”

Kokichi didn’t say anything. He didn’t want that guy to be the icebreaker on his date.

“Creepy,” he uttered before putting the tablet on your lap. “You should sing, I don’t know any of these songs.”

“None of them?” You raised a brow.

“None.”

“You’re so boring,” you murmured, clicking on the first song you saw.

The loud music filled the room and his hideout. You tapped on the microphone, “Check, one, two. Kokichi is sooooo boring!”

Your laughter was the next thing that filled his hideout. He chuckled but it came out as a static noise through Mechamaru.

While you were singing, the same employee came with two trays full of drinks and snacks, he left them on the table before leaving immediately. None of you paid any mind as you were changing the lyrics to tease Kokichi.

“Are those really the lyrics?” he asked.

“Yep!”

Another giggle.

Too cute.

Very cute.

He watched you stop singing for a brief moment to chug down your third drink. Your cheeks were flushed red from the booze and your neck was sweaty, you kept fanning your hand towards your face.

His gaze focused on a particular sweat droplet on your neck and idly watched as it drizzled down to your cleavage before disappearing under the fabric of your dress.

Kokichi tried focusing on something else but he found himself unable to tear his eyes away from you. Every single thing you did was seductive. When you bit onto a small rice cake or the way your lips closed around the straw of your drink and how your cheeks hollowed when you tried sucking the last bits of your cocktail in your mouth.

The last drop had to be when you grabbed an ice cube from your drink and held it over the skin of your chest.

His hand pressed on his lower half. He was thankful he wasn’t physically there or he would have been labeled as a pervert. Under the soothing medical liquid, he had a problem you didn’t need to see.

You weren’t singing anymore but the music was playing nonetheless to suppress the silence as Kokichi was practically undressing you with his eyes.

“Heyyy, Kokichi~” you slurred, sitting closer to him. “You’re being too quiet!”

Taken aback, he spoke. “I’m not sure what to say?”

“Just talk…” you whined, putting a hand on his knee.

Oh, how he wished he could feel the warmth of your hand.

“Or better… Sing!” You held a microphone up to his face.

“I can’t sing,” he reminded.

“You said, you’d sing for meee~”

He blushed, taking the microphone from your hand. “I don’t know the lyrics.”

“It’s on the screen.”

Yes, the lyrics were on the screen.

He felt embarrassed, this was stupid. He wasn’t even actually in the room with you but he felt so nervous. His actual hands were shaking as he gulped.

When he started singing, you started laughing.

The static made it sound like he was an actual robot. Yet, Kokichi didn’t stop despite how tone-deaf his voice was coming through Mechamaru. He wanted to make sure you were having fun but the music stopped.

Both of you stared at the notification on the tablet, asking if you wanted to add another hour to your stay.

Had it already been an hour? Time was going fast when you two were having fun.

You looked at Kokichi.

He pressed to accept.

The music continued playing.

This time, Kokichi didn’t sing. The two of you started chatting about everything and anything until there was a lull in the conversation.

“Lemme see your hand,” you said, reaching your own towards him. He slowly placed his hand on your open one and you compared the size. “Wow, your hand is hugee, is your real hand this big?”

Funny, if not absurd. You were on a date with a puppet but you were getting turned on.

“It's the same size as my own hand.” His gaze dropped to his actual body. “At least one of them.”

“Can you feel that?” You intertwined your fingers with his.

“No.” He wasn’t looking and he didn’t need to look. The depressing realization that he was always going to watch people behind a screen and in this damn bathtub was starting to sink in once again.

“Can you feel this?” You were giggling.

“I told you, I can’t feel-” His breathing stopped at the sight of you pressing his hand on your breast.

“I wanna meet you, Kokichi~” Smiling enticingly, you sat closer to him. “It’s no fun when I can’t see if you’re blushing right now.” Your hand over his hand moved on your breast, the supple flesh jiggled under the front of your dress. “Are you blushing right now?”

“I am.” His answer was instant.

“You know,” you started, putting your free hand on his thigh and lifting your leg up on the cushion to face him. “I got all dressed up ‘cause I wanted you to lose your composure. You sounded so uptight and stoic. I wanted to see you lose it.” Tilting your head, you puckered your lips. “But you didn’t even come to our date.”

“I did.”

“Megaman did.”

“Mechamaru.”

“I wanted Kokichi to come.” You pulled his hand away from your breast and led it down to your stomach and even lower. “I wish you were here so you could feel how wet I am.”

“(name),” he said. “I can’t feel my fingers through Mechamaru.”

“Mm?” You placed his hand under the skirt of your dress. “But I can feel them.”

Kokichi’s actual hand started shaking in excitement as Mechamaru’s fingers brushed against your panties.

“Can’t I meet you?” Your voice was faint compared to the music but he heard it. “I wanna meet you.”

“You’ll be disappointed, I don’t look… normal.”

“You don’t look normal right now either.” Biting your lip, you moved against his hand. A soft gasp left your lips. “Yet, I’m so turned on right now.”

There were a thousand different thoughts invading his mind but Kokichi felt like he was hypnotized by your hips.

“Kokichiii, move your fingers,” you whined softly, your eyes hazy with lust.

“I need to see them,” he said. Back in his room, his own hand was pressing down on his growing erection. “Or I may move them wrong.”

“Pervert~” you teased, lifting the skirt of your dress up.

He didn’t say anything, instead focused his attention on your soaked panties. How long had you been this wet? From the moment you two rented the room or-

“Kokichi.” Your needy voice brought him out of his dirty thoughts. “You don’t have a cock under your pants, do you?” Your hand pressed against Mechamaru’s groin.

For the first time in his life, Kokichi felt his entire body jolt. Your vulgar way of asking was enough to get him rock hard. “No-”

“What a waste.” Sulking, you retrieved your hand. “But are you hard right now?”

“I… I am.”

A dangerous glint sparkled through your eyes. “If only you were here… I’d make you feel sooo good.”

Mechamaru’s fingers pressed against your clothed folds before moving along them. A soft moan left your lips and you balanced yourself on your hands.

“I look like a freak-”

“You keep saying that.” Your hips moved against his hand. “As if that matters to me.”

Mechamaru slid your panties to the side and spread your folds with two of his fingers, he carefully watched as wet strands connecting them together broke apart. Kokichi’s own hand was pumping his cock.

“What are you doing right now, Kokichi?”

“I’m putting a finger inside.” He inserted one of his fingers inside you.

“No, what are you really doing?” You bit your lip.

“I’m… I’m jerking off.”

Satisfied with his answer, you crossed a leg over his to settle on his lap with your back against his chest. Spreading your legs wider, you allowed him a better view of your wet pussy. Mechamaru’s digits slid inside as Kokichi moved his hand along the length of his cock.

Mechamaru’s other hand went to cup your breast over your shirt, making a moan escape your lips.

His fingers were reaching deeper than your own fingers ever could. The digits moved in a scissoring motion and curled against your gummy walls, pressing against the spot that made your vision blurry.

“Kokichi,” gasping, you squirmed on his lap, your back arched when his thumb grazed over your clit. “I wanna kiss you so bad.”

Kokichi’s hand tightened around the tip of his cock, he pulled the sensitive skin down to expose the pink tip and massaged it using his thumb. When his hand started moving along his cock again, the device helping him talk through Mechamaru picked up the clicking sound rather than the medical fluid splashing.

You moaned at the realization of what you were hearing.

The feeling of the metallic firm fingers stroking your clit made your hips buck against his hand. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, panting, you pressed your thighs together.

Mechamaru’s hand on your chest moved down on your thigh to hold you in place as his fingers inside your pussy started to vibrate. The sudden pleasure made you scream but the loud music concealed it.

Kokichi couldn’t breathe normally, his pulse had gone haywire as his hand was moving hastily around his cock while Mechamaru’s digits were messing you up.

“S-s-s-stop!” Your voice broke into a moan.

“Do you really want me to stop?” He barely managed to ask, his hand wouldn’t stop.

You shook your head rapidly, biting your lip.

Your walls clenched around the digits, sucking them in deeper. Kokichi’s own hand was moving faster than his heartbeat. His tongue lolled out of his mouth and his shoulders tensed.

He was close.

From the way you were shaking, he could say the same thing for you.

So, when Mechamaru pushed his digits further inside, the vibration got stronger and stronger until your legs shook. The pleasure that was building in your gut suddenly got released, shaking you to your core.

Kokichi followed suit, his cock spurted thick clumps of cum and they landed on his stomach, his bandages absorbed his seed.

By the time he caught his breath, he realized you were still on his lap.

Mechamaru had gone limp as he had gotten distracted because of his orgasm. He revived the cursed doll while you were trying to fix your dress.

You wanted to say something but you couldn’t find something to say.

To your rescue, the music stopped.

The tablet had the same notification from before. Informing you that the second hour had ended and if you wanted to rent the room for one more hour.

Kokichi leaned forward and pressed on the tablet to end the session.

“We’re leaving already?” you pouted your lips.

“You said you wanted to meet me.”

Kokichi watched as the brightest smile he had ever seen formed on your face.

After he paid the tab the two of you exited the building as he held you up with one hand because your legs weren’t functioning properly.

“The employee behind the register noticed your wobbly legs,” Kokichi said.

“You think so?” you whispered, cheeks and ears colored in bright red.

“He was looking, so, yes.”

“You kinda went overboard by using Megaman’s vibrator hands.” Your giggle filled his ears and he smiled to himself.

“It’s Mechamaru.”

[diaphobic]

Hi! How would the sakamakis react to a s/o who whenever she’s bored she just hangs her head on the wall and they moved her from the wall cause they didn’t want her to get hurt and she’s just banging her head on air not even saying anything?

Shu: “Tsk, bothersome woman. What’s got you all anxious today? Oi, come to bed and sleep with me. You’re acting weird today.”

Reiji: “Like a headless chicken, you move your head on instinct. Could you refrain from self destructive behaviours? Good grief, you need around the clock attention or else you self destruct.”

Ayato: “What the hell? Do I need to put a helmet on your or somethin’? You keep shakin’ your noggin like somethings goin’ to fall out!”

Kanato: “Fufu, what other repetitive motions can you do? If you put on a good show for me, you’ll get a great reward. Be a good little doll and listen to every word I say without speaking.”

Laito: “This is a new one. You must feel the need to try really hard to get my attention, Bitch-Chan~ If you want me, you can just ask. No need to hurt yourself in such a pathetic way.”

Subaru: “You’re smashin’ your head like you’re tryin’ to forget an embarrassin’ memory. What did you think of? Hehe, I bet it was somethin’ really funny.”

[the-broken-truth]

Surprisingly, i really love your oc (Eliza Dimitrescu) Senior! Ahem- okay so, my question is could you do a headcanon for the dimitrescu daughters (including Eliza) reacting to their youngest sibling (the reader) die because of various ways such as illness or being killed and others?

I really want to see the bond of caring for their youngest sibling- and this idea has been stucked in my mind for a while, and That's why I drew Eliza's Death and Daniela visited her grave because she still cares about her little sister even though Eliza is already gone-

Oh i almost forgot, it's okay. It's not a canon. Maybe not yet- (hehe)

welp- thank you for ur time! remember, ur junior is always here to help and support u >:3

-Snowwy

Broken Truth: Anything for a friend, Snowwy. Now, let the words weave together!!

Warning - Very Dark, Involving Death [PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK]

- Bela Dimitrescu (Unaware) -

Bela was the Eldest of the Dimitrescu Daughters.

She was the most responsible one.

The one who was aware of anything going on with her sisters.

But in this case, she wasn't and it caused the House of Dimitrescu the loss of something precious - something that would not be returned.

And Bela was to blame.

She stood before the grand fireplace and looked upon the golden urn that sat upon the top of it.

Upon the surface of the glass was a golden plaque with the words: [Y/N] Dimitrescu - Gone But Never Forgotten.

Bela could feel the tears building up.

Her youngest sister was gone...and it was all her fault.

The 2 of them were in the library - Alcina had to attend a lord meeting, while Cassandra, Dani, and Eliza were in the village for some manner of business.

Leaving Bela with the youngest of the Dimitrescu Spawn - a little toddler named [Y/N].

She was young - small. Only 5 years old but could still get into trouble just like her sisters could.

She was mortal - too young for the Cadou Parasite; Mother Miranda wouldn't give it to her until she was at least 15 to make sure she would live through it.

Bela wanted to read something and gave the child a book to read, sitting her in a chair beside her with the stack of baby books with bright and colorful pictures, along with a doll that Eliza had made for the infant.

Bela sat in the chair next to her and the two of them began reading their books.

Hours had passed and it was silent - just as it would be if Bela was alone in the library and it was that silence that made her slip into her own little bubble.

That bubble made it impossible for her to noticed the child got out of her chair and began to walk around.

That bubble stopped Bela from looking up from her book to see her youngest sister climbing on a very unstable bookshelf.

But that bubble popped...when the bookshelf came crashing down...right on top of the girl's tiny book.

Bela's eyes widened as she threw her book away and ran over to the down bookshelf and pushed it off her sister but she could tell by the look on her face...

She was too late.

The toddler's neck was snapped clean half and the light in her eyes was fading fast.

Bela gathered the girl in her arms and tried to hold her head to make her breathe easier but it was no use - no air was coming from her lips...and her heart began to slow its pace...until it stopped completely.

She screamed.

The door burst open.

And the entire family came in.

Alcina shoved her eldest away and held her baby in her arms but seeing as there was no longer a heartbeat, she knew her baby was gone.

The mother cried out in agony as the daughters looked at their eldest sister and asked...

"What have you do?"

She couldn't give an answer.

There was a small service.

The Lords and Mother Miranda attended.

The body was burned and the ashes were placed in the urn and secured above the fireplace.

No one said a word to Bela who just stood there...with her little sister's doll clenched to her chest.

Never again did she enter the library.

Never again did she read a book.

Forever would remain aware - for the sake of her other sisters.

And in honor of the one she lost.

- Cassandra Dimitrescu (Reckless) -

Her mother always told her that she needed to make sure she closed the door to the cellar when she comes and goes from her experiments.

She always thought her mother was overreacting.

But it wasn't until she lost something precious.

Cassandra was bored and wanted to have some fun with the creatures in the cellar.

She took her key and went down there but she didn't notice that she didn't lock the door from the other side to keep anything from getting out.

She had her fun and played with her toys until she was bored again and went up the stairs to return to the castle, only noticing that the door was open and bloody footprints were leading out of the cellar.

Her eyes widened and her blood froze.

One of them got out...

Loud screaming made her jump in her robes - something was wrong! Someone was hurt!

She ran out of the room and slammed the door, making sure to lock it behind her before she followed the bloody footprints.

She began noticing that the footprints were more apart - showing that the creature was running.

No - it was hunting.

But what would it be able to hunt? Everyone in Castle Dimitrescu could take care of themselves.

Except...

Oh no...

Mother Miranda, no...

[Y/N]...

She ran after the footprints and rounded the corner when she saw something familiar on the ground - a bright yellow stuffed bunny.

Not just any bunny - that was [Y/N]'s Bunny, she's had it since she was a baby and she never left that bunny anywhere.

As she got closer - she noticed that the bunny wasn't so yellow anymore.

It was stained.

Stained red.

And the red stained recked of iron.

Blood

And it was still fresh.

Cassandra picked up the bunny and followed the bloodstains down the hall until she came to an open room - crying from the inside.

that was her mother crying.

She entered the room...and her heart sank...

In the room were her mother and sisters - her mother on her knees with her back as she held something in her arms.

On side of the room laid the missing creature that escaped from the basement - dead with his throat sliced open - and its mouth...fresh blood was dripping from its open jaws

Bela noticed Cassandra standing there with the bunny in her hand...and she marched over to her middle sister with fury in her eyes.

"What have you done?" Bela hissed.

"W...What?" Cassandra stuttered but that just made Bela even madder.

'"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!?!?!"

SMACK!

Cassandra's face hit the ground as her elder sister struck her - she opened her eyes and in her mother's lap...

She could see a small lifeless arm...dangling...

Her worse fears...were confirmed.

Her recklessness...killed her little sister.

- Daniela Dimitrescu (Accident) -

Dani loved danger.

It made her feel like more of a badass and she loved the feeling.

But it made her mother and her sisters uneasy and they constantly warned Dani that she if wasn't careful - there was gonna be an accident.

She didn't believe them.

She didn't listen.

But now...

She wished she did.

Daniela was in the weapons room - testing out a new bow that her Uncle gave her.

She was always told to lock the door to the room to make sure no one came in and was caught in her crosshairs.

But that day, she didn't lock the door - too excited to try her new weapon.

She gathered her arrows in their quiver and began firing them at random targets.

She loved the feeling of the bow in her hand.

She loved the sound of the arrows hitting the hearts of their targets.

She was so entrenched with the feeling that she didn't hear the door open.

When she turned to face the target at her 6, she saw a figure but it was covered in shadows - a new target.

She pointed the arrow at the shadows and released the arrow...

It went soaring...

And hit the heart of the shadow...

And the shadow...screamed in pain.

The rush began fading as the confusion rose and when everything began clear - she was horrified at what she saw.

The arrow did hit it target - the heart.

The heart of her youngest sister.

The girl was groaning in pain as the blood began leaking from the wound.

The girl opened her mouth to speak but it came short.

Dani threw the bow to the ground and rushed to her sister's side - gathering the girl in her arms, careful to miss the arrow in her chest and run out of the room to reach the doctor.

Her mother and sisters stood with her outside the doctor's office, waiting for the doctor to tell them she was able to save her sister.

"What were you thing?!" Eliza screamed at her, "Firing an arrow at an infant?!"

"It...It was an accident. I didn't hear her come in the room." Dani said.

"This is why you were told to lock your door! To make sure nothing like this would happen!" Bela screamed with tears in her eyes.

The doctor came out with her head down and Alcina asked the question.

"How is she?"

The doctor shook her head and said...

"I'm sorry for your loss."

Those were the words that shattered the Dimitrescu Family and all the time, all Dani could think was...

'It was an accident.'

- Eliza Dimitrescu (Killed) -

The day she became the youngest sister was the day that destroyed both her mind and her heart.

It was a normal day - she and her youngest sister was going shopping in the village for a new winter coat for her little one.

Everything was fine until they ran into her.

Eliza's Birth Mother.

She hissed at her.

Demanding money.

"I'm your mother, you have to do what I say!" Was her reason

But Eliza was a Dimitrescu and she owed her nothing and warned her never to approach her again.

But she didn't listen - it must have been a mental problem or maybe she was drunk...but that would cost them both deeply.

The stray woman lunged forward and grabbed the little girl by her wrist, yanking her away from Eliza and pulled her into her body before taking a few steps back.

Eliza was ready to tear out her throat but she saw the woman pull out a blade and hold it to the young girl's throat, making her shiver.

She told her she would give her money, she'd do whatever she asked but begged her to let the child go.

She was 5.

She was innocent.

She had nothing to do with this.

But the woman didn't see it that way...

She wanted to hurt Eliza for not doing what she said.

She wanted Eliza to hurt as much as she did when she lost her husband.

And most importantly...

She wanted to hurt Alcina Dimitrescu for saving Eliza and giving her a perfect life.

And she would do that.

She had to do that.

And she did...

By slicing the throat of the little girl.

Eliza screamed out as the blade went across her little sister's throat and her noble blood stained the ground and snow.

Eliza lunged with her claws and fangs out.

Tearing into the body of tainted flesh like a vengeful tigress.

Once she was done - she crawled over to the little girl's body and roared like a mournful dragon, causing her mother and sisters to come out.

No one blamed Eliza for not being able to save her.

No one thought it was her fault.

Eliza blamed herself.

Every time she went to the grave, she would tell her little sister's soul this...

"If I had killed her time the same day I killed her husband...you would still be with me."

[End]

Broken Truth: Thoughts, Snowwy? @snowflakestree

[plush-rabbit]

Overhaul's Little Sister

Request: are you happy to write some more overhaul? he's how i found your blog! i think a lot of people tend to have issues with characterizing him but you do it so well! maybe overhaul as a manipulative, overprotective big brother? i imagine he'd be the type to make his lil sis rely solely on him, going as far to drug her to keep her movements sluggish whilst claiming it's because she's sick. he'd take her to the bubble bath princess style and sponge her all over before drying her and dressing her up in pretty clothes. she'd eventually be more like overhaul's doll than his little sister hehe.

A/N: Taking a quick break on the OM requests to put this up!! I really love the concept of Overhaul because I always wanna make him slimy and mean because I don’t think he’d change much in any sort of relationship

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Protective isn’t the correct word, but it's the word that he uses. Of course, he has to protect you. He’s your big brother. You’re the only one allowed to ever call him by his name- to grasp his sleeve in your delicate hands and call him Kai. He puts his entire trust in you, telling you all his secrets as you lay under the covers, his hand knitted into your hair and commenting about how you’re the only that fully understands him- even more than Pops. You’ve been with him through the thick and thin of it all- you’re the one who held him close when you both lived on the streets and filth ruined your skin. You’re his little sister, and he’s the one who will protect you through it all.

Even though the Shie Hassaikai are made up of those that he can trust- for the most part- he can’t bear for any of them to look at you in a way that isn’t respectable. You’re a budding young woman, you’re going to receive looks that are less than pure and it makes his stomach twist in a way that acid rises and burns his tongue. His only solution is to dress you, to have you understand that what you choose to wear only makes you look cheap and he’d rather die than have you look easy. He chooses your clothes for you, and he’ll brush his thumb over your cheek when he senses your hesitation. You need to understand that he has to take care of you, that he can’t have anyone look at you in such a perverted way.

Very rarely will you interact with anyone that isn’t him. He’ll often point for Chronostasis or Mimic to watch over you if he happens to be busy with personal projects of his. He isn’t fond of having others watch over you but if it’s them, then he can at least know that you are in safe hands. However, the talking is kept to a minimum. You learned early enough that no matter how much you try to have them talk to you in a way that is less than formal, and actually try to hold a proper, friendly conversation, it’ll always be met with silence. Talking is often kept to a minimum, with them only confirming your words or to ask if you’re all right.

Despite all his efforts, he still frowns when you ask him to take you outside. It isn't fair that he actually gets to go out and experience the world. You want to go out and eat fried chicken and try dango. You’ll beg and plead for him to take you outside, but he isn’t so easy to break. Eventually he'll fulfill part of your wish. He’ll have a small garden assembled for you. It's a nice patch where there’s a garden of flowers and fresh vegetables for you to pick and admire. He’s even added a swinging bench where he can sit with you. He’s quite proud of what he made for you, standing tall with his shoulders squared and hands behind his back. There’s a smile underneath his mask, the fat of his cheeks pushing upwards as he walks towards you. You wanted to go outside and now you can in your own personal garden where you won’t be bothered- not that you ever were bothered.

He should have known that the garden could only have entertained you for so long. He’s surprised it’s even lasted as long as it has given how disappointed you had looked. If you were to whine just enough and beg to never leave his side nor let go of his hand if he takes you out, then he might actually consider it. It’s a sudden surprise when he picks the clothing for you and has your hair done up, and when he stands behind you in the mirror, his hands are on your shoulders as he tells you that he has to pick up some supplies outside and that you are welcome to join him. The nausea of exposing you to the outside doesn’t stand a match for when you wrap your arms around his neck and thank him profusely. You hardly ever leave the home, but when you do, it’s always with him.

The trips to the outside are uneventful. You’re always dressed in clothing that can cover enough of your skin. Paranoia will wash over him, sweat beads against the nape of his neck as the sunlight hits you. There are no walls that surround you, you are free, only to have his hand tighten around yours. He warns you to keep close to him and maybe afterwards he would reward you with something special at home- an extra snack, a few more minutes of screen time, even being able to stay up late. He just needs you to stay close to him. He needs for you to stay focused because if he feels that you linger for even a moment, that you show resistance to him, you’re never allowed to go back outside. Not until you can earn his trust again.

Once in a while, he’d actually let you eat some sort of sweet. It’s always in moderation and only given to you when you’ve behaved. He isn’t fond of the idea of having you eat something that isn’t on the meal plan he has planned out for you, but how can he ever refuse you? Your meals are dictated by him, healthy food and never going above the recommended calorie count for you, and with additional supplements. He just wants you to grow up nice and healthy, to keep the glow that makes you shine like a freshly bloomed flower.

It’s not just others' eyes that you have to be careful of. Their eyes are perverse and your big brother’s words have tainted your thoughts. You only see them as underlings as some sort of depraved monsters who would have their way with you if it weren’t for your big brother. But you’ve failed to notice just how perverse he is with you, caring for you in a way that isn’t humane. He keeps you trapped in a little cage, under his ever watchful eyes. He wants to keep you nice and pretty, docile enough for him to sleep in a few drugs into your system to have rest on his lap, your nose pressed against the waistband of his jeans as he listens to what the news has to say. He has you in a daze, your mouth slack and eyes unfocused on the wall in front of you as he sits beside you, busy working and busy keeping you in check.

Your big brother rarely directs his anger towards you, but when he does, it's terrifying. You’ve seen his quirk, you know what it can do. You’ve witnessed the horrors and the miracles that his hands can bring, He’s seen the fear in your eyes and has felt the heartbreak of having you fear him. His quirk won’t work on you, it would only serve as a divider between the relationship that you both have. He can’t protect you if you fear him. Wit is his only saving grace, something where he can use as an advantage to your naïve mind. While he’d never lay a hand on you, he would scare you. If you had behaved poorly during an outing, he’d simply pull you into a dark room and let you sit there as you think about your actions. The room is cold and empty, something that you aren’t fond of, something that he’s made you fear. He’d wait until you’d scratch at the door, begging for your big brother back, that you’re sorry that you failed to listen to him. Afterwards, he’d pull you in for a hug, his voice lulling you to sleep as he comforts you and wipes your tears. He’d he’d never lay a hand, but he would lock you in a room and comfort you later when you cry

No matter the age, Kai is always willing to bathe you. It’s a simple time, one where the room is quiet and you can only hear the rushing water as the iridescent soap covers your sensitive skin. His hands are gentle, never lingering anywhere for too long and his eyes are always on you- gold that bores into your own innocent eyes. Ever since childhood, he never trusted anyone else to touch you, always fearing that the wolf that waits outside would taint and scar your skin. He’d be the one to wash your hair, to dry you and have you pick out the scent of the lotion. He’d keep his eyes on you, eyes subconsciously narrowing when you avert your gaze from his. He’s the only one who can keep you clean, and it’s wrong to believe that anyone else would do his job so proficiently. He’d let you slip into your pajamas, cover the blanket up to your chin and sit with you until you fell asleep. He has to keep watch over his little doll, to make sure that you are properly taken care of, that the porcelain is always kept intake and free of any blemishes.

[stargazer-balladeer]

Christmas Greetings from Them 2 [Genshin Impact]

Characters Included: Jean, Kaeya Alberich, Keqing, Klee, La Signora, Lisa & Lumine.

Jean

With Diluc

“You’re still working at this late of an hour?”

“! Master Diluc! What a surprise-“

“I told you to not call me that. Before you ask how I come in here, I knocked several times but didn’t receive an answer. So I decided to let myself in.”

“Ah.. I must’ve doze off. No matter, what can I help you with?”

“It’s not me that needs help actually. I’m here for you.”

“.. me? Care to elaborate, sir Diluc?”

“I’ve been informed that you’ve been working non-stop this past few days. Tell me, is this your way of getting your mind off of [Y/N]?”

“! O-Of course not! It just happens that there’s been lots of duties to be done all at once-!”

“-and all of it is a coincidence? The sudden attack of a peaceful Hilichurl in the east side of Mondstadt, Margaret’s stray cat gone missing, Taxes, Patrolling the city more often than usual, is there a need for me to go on?”

“...”

“You look tired than usual. Tell me, how many hours have you been sleeping lately?”

“... 2-3 hours.”

“*sigh* I knew it.”

“But your wrong! It’s not because of [Y/N] at all! It’s just a coincidence that there’s a lot of duties to be fulfilled when they left-!”

“Look. Do you honestly think [Y/N] would appreciate it if they find their girlfriend passed out, almost half-dead because she isn’t taking care of herself properly?”

“...”

“*sigh* I didn’t come here to lecture you. I came here to invite you to a party that the Dawn Winery is hosting.”

“A party? What for?”

“Don’t tell me you didn’t realize what day it is today?”

“...”

“It’s already December 24. It’s almost Christmas Eve actually.”

“Oh..”

“That’s all. I better take my leave.”

“I’ll show up later. I’ll just.. finish some paperworks.”

“.. get some rest, Jean. You got everyone worried for you.”

“.. *sigh*”

“Stars up above the sky, ones that’s shining brilliantly like the moon, so many and so small, won’t you grant this tired woman a wish? Perhaps, a letter for my beloved? How are you faring, [Y/N]? It seems like I’ve been neglecting myself with my many duties again. If you can see me right now, I know you’ll be disappointed in me. Perhaps, master Diluc is right, maybe I was trying to find excuses. Trying to get my mind off the loneliness I feel whenever you’re not around. It’s once again the season of Christmas, and yet, you aren’t here with me. This is suppose to be a festive of love and happiness, yet all I feel is nothing. I’ll try to have some fun in master Diluc’s party tonight, but I make no promises that I’ll not force a fake smile. I miss you dearly, [Y/N]. Come back and warm me up again. Smile again for me and take my worries away. Merry Christmas, wherever you are. Forever yours, Jean.”

Kaeya Alberich

With Amber

“Sir Kaeya! Sir Kaeya!”

“...”

“Sir Kaeya! It’s about the report for Acting Grandmaster Jean-!”

“Oh? Then why didn’t you say so sooner?”

“I was trying to but you keep ignoring me-!”

“What is needed in the report? Don’t waste my time.”

“Ah.. well.. all she wanted was that you bring in your report tomorrow morning because she needs it immediately-“

“Oh. Is that it? Then consider it done. Farewell, have a nice evening, Amber.”

“H-Hey! Wait!”

“*sigh* what is it now?”

“Why’re you so cold to me? Did I do something to anger you?”

“I can reassure you that it isn’t that. You’re just.. too energetic for my taste.”

“Too energetic? What’s that suppose to mean?”

“That. You’re always curious. Always willing to help someone. You must’ve had a great life when you were a kid..”

“.. well, I would be lying if I say I didn’t.”

“See? You’re practically a normal girl. And that’s boring.”

“I-! That’s just rude, sir Kaeya!”

“Oh, sorry. I didn’t know that that was rude.”

“Hmph.. say, sir Kaeya. Do you know of the legend of the Wishing Stars?”

“That was a smooth shift of conversation, I would give you that. But to answer your question, doesn’t everyone know of it?”

“I guess.. so are you going to make a wish?”

“If I was going to make a wish, why would I tell you that?”

“I’m just curious. *pouts*”

“Well, there’s a infamous saying that goes, ‘curiosity kills the cat’.”

“You know what? I’m just gonna go and patrol now. Have a nice evening, sir Kaeya!”

“Annddd off she goes. *sigh* what a waste of time..”

“Hm.. o wishing stars, hear my wish. Do you mind if you can deliver this makeshift letter to my beloved? Hello darling, how are you doing? Hope you’re still alive. You better didn’t leave me by dying. Afterall, you’re the only thing that’s keeping me sane. After all that I’ve lost, you wouldn’t go disappearing too, right? Anyways, I’m getting too sentimental there. Hope you haven’t found another man to pleasure you while you’re out and about. If I ever find out that you’re cheating, there’ll be consequence.. Hahaha.. of course I know that you wouldn’t do that. I trust you that you wouldn’t do that to me. Though I do admit I miss the embarrassed, red face you always have whenever I tease you. I also miss your sharp tongue, always managing to keep me at my wit’s end by bantering with me. I would love to do all those moments again. Merriest of Christmas, [Y/N]. Bon voyage~”

Keqing

With Beidou

“... oh, miss Beidou. What a surprise to see you here.”

“... who are you again?”

“Keqing.”

“Oh.. Keqing. That girl who helped protecting Liyue from danger, right?”

“I suppose so.”

“Aren’t you a workaholic though? What’re you doing here?”

“I was forced to relax.”

“Ah. Shouldn’t that be a good thing?”

“Not to me. There’s so many things that needs to be done on time-!”

“Ah.. I understand now.”

“But what’re you doing here, miss Beidou? Not to be rude or anything.”

“Hm.. I don’t really now. Sudden urge, I guess.”

“Oh.. would you like to accompany me then? Since you’re here already. It’ll be a waste if you don’t enjoy the scenery.”

“I thought you wouldn’t ask. Sure.”

“...”

“...”

“...”

“So.. how’s life for ya?”

“Alright. It’s been getting chaotic though, ever since the incident.”

“Ah.. right. Well, I’m not really surprised. Liyue Harbor was almost destroyed afterall.”

“I suppose. Say, miss Beidou.”

“Hm?”

“Do you know of the legend of the Wishing Stars?”

“Ah, I heard it from one of the crew. But what’s got you interested in it?”

“Well.. it just sounds fascinating.”

“Fascinating? First time I heard someone say that to a legend.”

“Think about it. How does it work? Why did people start talking about it in the first place? If this legend exists till this day, then it must’ve worked before, right? Won’t it work now?”

“Ah, I’ve found myself a curious one.”

“Hehe.. sorry. I guess I rambled a bit there.”

“Not at all. All of us have a interests in different things. Yours just happen to be the legend.”

“Yes.. I believe that too..”

“Why not give it a try then?”

“What?”

“Since you’re interested in it, why not try it? No harm in trying, right?”

“Hrm.. I suppose not but.. isn’t that.. albeit childish..?”

“Childish? Bah! Nonsense. Nothing is childish, especially on things you’re passionate about.”

“.. thank you, miss Beidou.”

“My pleasure. Afterall, we gals stick together, right?”

“Right!”

“Go on then. No one’s here to judge you.”

“O shining, wishing stars. Would you hear me and my wish? Please send this wish to my beloved. How have you been, my beloved? Has life been easy on you? I’m glad that you’re finally searching for your calling but I didn’t think of the setbacks it has. Selfish I may seem, I’m starting to regret sending you off on your way. It’s been almost a torture without you here by my side. I can still feel the pressure of the people behind my back. I wish you were here with your reassuring words. I would love to hear your voice, and possibly your singing as well. Even if you’re embarrassed by it, I still think it’s the most beautiful sound I’ve heard. Please return immediately, my beloved. Let’s celebrate the last few days before New Year. Merry Christmas, my beloved. May more years come and meet us. Let us face the upcoming challenges head-on.”

Klee

With Albedo

“Klee? What are you doing still up at this hour? It’s way past your bedtime.”

“Oh.. mr Albedo.”

“? What’s gotten you so sad, Klee? Tell me so that I know who I should beat up.”

“It’s nothing like that. I just.. miss [Y/N].”

“Ah, your playmate. Don’t worry, Klee, I’m sure that they miss you too.”

“Hrm..”

“.. do you really miss them?”

“*nods*”

“*sigh* well, I cannot exactly bring them to you..”

“Oh..”

“Hm.. how about making a wish to the stars?”

“Make a wish? To the stars?”

“Have you heard of the legend of the Wishing Stars?”

“Ah! Grandmaster Jean told me about that! If we wish from the bottom of our hearts, then the stars will hear it!”

“*chuckles* I guess that’s one way to sum it up. How about we make a wish?”

“But what would I wish for, mr Albedo?”

“How about you wish for your friend’s safety?”

“Eh? I thought you can only wish for yourself? You can wish for other people as well?”

“There’s a million ways to wish, Klee. One way is for yourself, the other is for someone else, and the rest is something else entirely. So, c’mon, let’s wish from our hearts.”

“Hmm.. okay! Klee would do it! For [Y/N]!”

“*chuckle* yes, for [Y/N].”

“Shining wishing star, can you hear my wish pretty please? This is for my friend, [Y/N]. I wish them the best! I hope they find what their looking for and they return safely! So that we can still play hide and seek, and dolls, oh! And tag! I recently made a game that I’m sure that both of us will enjoy very much! Though, for now, Klee would stay patient and wait for [Y/N]. Just like Grandmaster Jean, sir Kaeya and everyone said. I just need to be patient. But, I don’t know how long I can be patient for.. oh! I also recently gotten some new toys from everyone! I want to share them with [Y/N]! Hehe. Happy Christmas, [Y/N]! Oh! And happy Christmas, wishing stars! I’m gonna continue to hope that [Y/N] will return so that we can play again!”

La Signora

With Scaramouche

“...”

“.. well, isn’t this a surprise.”

“Tsk. What’re you doing here?”

“Now now.. is that a way to greet a fellow Harbinger?”

“I’m going now.”

“Hold on. Why don’t we chat? It’s been a while since I’ve last seen you and I’m getting lonely with no one to talk to here.”

“Why not talk to yourself? Why drag me to your ‘chat’?”

“Do you think you have a choice?”

“..tsk.”

“Good. Now, come, join me outside.”

“Why go outside when its freezing as hell out there?”

“Did I stutter?”

“To the outside it is.”

**

“I still wonder why you decided to drag me out of here when we could’ve had our ‘chat’ indoors.”

“If we had our chat indoors, then we won’t have a view of the stars.”

“Stars? Since when were you interested in astrology?”

“I’m still not interested in astrology. The legend behind them though is what interest me.”

“Oh? Do tell.”

“Have you heard of the legend of the Wishing Stars?”

“Who hasn’t? Everyone’s been talking about it that it makes me sick.”

“It would be wonderful if it was true though..”

“Ha? You do know it’s nothing more than a legend right?”

“Well, it does have the ‘legend’ part in its name.”

“Oh, so you are aware of it. Now, c’mon, let’s head inside before we get frostbite out here-“

“Just because it’s a legend doesn’t mean that I don’t believe in them.”

“... are you serious?”

“Hmhmm.”

“I still don’t get why I’m here in the first place.”

“Call it a moral support.”

“How is this moral support-??”

“Quiet. I must say my wish now.”

“*sigh* does it look like I have a choice-?”

“Shining Wishing Stars. Even if I am a Fatui Harbinger, would you still grant me a wish? I would like to wish from you the safety of my beloved. Let no harm befall for them because of my status as the 8th Harbinger in the rankings. I truly wish I could spend this Christmas season with them but duty calls. I wonder how they are right now. Are they happy? Or are they miserable? I really want to go home to them and spend the rest of my life with them. But alas, the Tsaritsa goes first.. as usual. I miss pressing my body against theirs while cuddling with them. I miss the affections they shower me with constantly.. maybe I’ve taken that for granted, now that I’m seeking it constantly. I should probably stop now, I’m already rambling.. Merry Christmas, [Y/N]. I promise we’ll be together soon. Just continue to wait for me, my love.”

Lisa

With Razor

“Hm? Oh my, Razor. Is there anything I can do for you?”

“Happy.. Christmas, miss Lisa.”

“*chuckles* Happy Christmas too, Razor.”

“.. are you okay?”

“Oh? Of course I am! Why wouldn’t I be anything but okay?”

“You look.. sad. Are you.. missing someone?”

“Ohh you’re good~! Why yes, perhaps I do miss someone..”

“Where are they now? Why they not with you?”

“I’m afraid their on a adventure of their own. As much as I want to accompany them on it, I’m afraid that I can’t. I can’t abandon my position as a librarian afterall.”

“Oh.. I see.”

“Now, why don’t I tell you a legend? It’s quite fitting for the seasonal festivity right now.”

“A.. legend? Similar to me?”

“Yes! It���s the legend of the Wishing Stars. Have you heard of it?”

“Red.. bunny girl mention about it.”

“.. oh, you mean Klee. I suppose that either Albedo or Jean must’ve told her about it. Though I’m quite surprised you were able to understand it given her unique wording.”

“You just wish.. from the heart.. and the stars.. will make it true. That’s what red bunny girl said.”

“Hmm.. I supposed that’s one way to word it. You just basically wish for something and, if you really mean it, it will be granted by the stars above. Though there’s no evidence that its actually true.”

“So.. it’s fake?”

“Not at all. If its truly a fake one, then people would soon forget about it and it’ll be lost in history. But the fact that it was able to reach to our time means it must’ve been atleast real to make it this far.”

“Oh.. then why don’t miss Lisa make a wish?”

“.. me? Making a wish?”

“The legend.. is for everyone right? So, why don’t miss Lisa make one?”

“.. I suppose that is correct.”

“So? Is miss Lisa making a wish?”

“Hmm.. I think you’ve convinced me enough. Fine, I’ll make a wish of my own.”

“Hehe.”

“Wishing stars, hear my wish. I wish the best for everyone around me. I hope that Jean wouldn’t continue to overwork herself and actually learn to take some rest. For Kaeya to stop leaving and letting the other Knights of Favonius behind to do whatever he’s doing. For Razor to continue being my cute student and find a place for himself in this world. I also hope to see my darling once more. It’s quite lonely without them, not being able to see them is quite a nightmare actually. It’s worse than having a book overdue- Wherever they are now, I hope their okay and safe from harm. I better not see any scratches on them, but if there is scars, I would just kiss them and love them~ they are a part of them afterall. I wouldn’t change it for the world~ Merry Christmas, everyone. May tomorrow shine even brighter than today.”

Lumine

With Aether 👀

“Now that we’re together again, dear sister. Shouldn’t you atleast be happy? Why the frown?”

“It’s just that.. we’ll be leaving soon.”

“Yeah.. you know that we aren’t welcome in this world.”

“I know-! But.. what will happen to everyone- what will happen to [Y/N]?”

“... and this is why I told you to not get attached to anyone.”

“.. I can’t help it brother. I love them with all of my heart. Leaving them so suddenly, without a goodbye will haunt me for the rest of my life.”

“So, if you’ll say goodbye to [Y/N], that’s okay for you?”

“...”

“You want to stay, don’t you?”

“I learned to love this world, brother. I can’t just get up and leave so suddenly. I’ve met so many wonderful people while searching for you. Meeting [Y/N] was honestly the best thing that could happen to me, besides finding you of course.”

“.. I don’t want you to suffer in this world, dear sister. We don’t belong anywhere. That’s why we travel from world to world.”

“How about we settle in this world instead? Besides the goddess who put us here, we’re at peace-! For the longest time, ever since I can remember, we’ve been running and running. We’re never truly at peace!”

“If we stay here, then this world will be in-danger.”

“!”

“Do you want this world to suffer because of our selfishness?”

“I-..”

“I’ve also come to love this world, sister. But danger always follows us wherever we are. If we stay here, then this world would be in danger because of us.”

“... hey brother.. do you know of the legend of the Wishing Stars?”

“.. the others were talking about it. It’s about wishing something from your heart and then the stars will grant it, right?”

“Hmhmm.. that’s the summary.”

“Are you gonna make a wish?”

“Yes. If we’re truly going to leave this world behind, then I’ll just leave behind a wish.”

“.. alright.”

“Shining stars, won’t you grant my wish? I won’t be here for long, and I’m honestly scared of what’ll happen from now on. Especially to everyone here in Teyvat, to [Y/N]. Please protect them when I can no longer. When I’m no longer here to protect them, please don’t bring them any harm. I wish the best for them. Please don’t let their smile vanish. Don’t let them lose their light, their happiness and their love. Even if it pains me, I wish them the happiness if ever they find someone else to love. Please don’t let them forget about me. Atleast keep me in their heart. And in return, they shall remain in mine. Happy Holidays, my love. Though many seasons will pass, I know you’ll remain strong throughout it all. You are afterall my love.”