#oh also hope tumblr won't take it down

[aethelwyneleigh27]

Cod Characters General Dating Headcanons (part one)

+ Random and Some bits of Chubby Fem S/O Headcanons with mentions of different nationality S/O

+ What type of BF/GF they would be

Including John Price, Simon "Ghost" Riley, John "Soap" MacTavish, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Alejandro Vargas, Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Fem terms and pronouns like she/her are used for the reader

ꕥ HOPE YOU ENJOY! ꕥ

My rules for requests and characters I can write for

Please comment if you want to be added to the taglist, the next part or cod content alone.

Taglist: @marshmallowinamess

A/n: Hi lovelies! Lia here, I'm back after a nerve-wracking week of school. This is a bit short but I hope you enjoy it otherwise. God I fucking hate school. I wrote all of this in a cold room, a heat pad on me (because period cramps) and at 3am so any mistakes will be edited out as soon as I'm aware of it.

This is divided into a multiple part thing (I think 2-3?) because God knows I can't fit them all in one post because of the limited amount of gifs and photos. I'll add more to these in the future, some are longer than others because I can't think. Also because I can't write them all at once, that's a lot to write okay 😭

Disclaimers/warnings: Typical Cod things, OOC characters???, Unrealistic, Some suggestive themes and language, I'm so sorry but English is not my first language so please don't come after me. Most of the content I've seen are on TikTok and Tumblr I don't actually play the game but I love the characters so much, same with any other content I have for other video games.

Tiny sidenote: the reader in this has been describe to be shorter than the characters and has been mentioned to have a soft body rather than the muscular type.

John Price

ꕥ (OH MY GOD LOOK AT HIS SMILEEE) (He's such a quokka)

ꕥ Price who literally is such a father figure, doesn't matter whether the relationship between you two is romantic or platonic. He often takes the dominant caring role.

ꕥ Doesn't smoke around you, doesn't matter if you insist he doesn't. He still won't and definitely will criticize you if you try or do smoke because he doesn't want you do end up like him.

ꕥ If there's a bit of an age gap between you, I'd say he's hesitant. Definitely afraid of what the rest of the task force thinks (He can't help it, they're basically his boys)

ꕥ John Price who wants to settle down with you, maybe have kids if you want but just a white picket fence life with you without the chaos that is war and his job.

ꕥ He only ever let's you have his hat, only when he gives it to you though. Most of the time it would be while you're out, he'd put it on your head from his. (Cowboy hat rule? I heard that in more respectful terms rather than sexual, it respectfully means that you are theirs)

ꕥ John Price who rests his chin at the top of your head no matter how much he needs to crouch down whenever hugging you from behind. Love doing it whenever you're busy doing something too. (Props for the effort because you cannot tell me he doesn't have back, neck and knee pains)

ꕥ Is constantly worried if you share the same line of work, like at first it was nothing but a tiny crush and slowly he finds himself caring about your well-being more and more over time.

ꕥ Can't help but think he's an acts of service type of guy, reaching up for things you need or better yet lifting you up so you can reach them and loves opening things for you like bottles or anything canned. (Girlies who get their nails done or wear press ons know this struggle ( I'm a press on girly)

ꕥ The kind of man who would turn on some oldies music and slow dance with you in the living room, your footsteps and breathing being the only other sounds as you smile at each other, foreheads against the other's.

Simon "Ghost" Riley

ꕥ Ghost who is such Doberman/Black cat boyfriend. Like have you seen this man? He's so tall and intimidating, one distasteful look from him and if it was physically possible that person would drop dead.

ꕥ Ghost whose a chubby chaser through and through, he just looks for something different from what he's used to.

ꕥ Is definitely a tits kinda guy, doesn't matter how big or how small they are. He'll definitely play with them in some way during doing the you know what.

ꕥ Feels like you can take him and his size better because of your plush body. Has a size kink and likes seeing it bulge a bit when he's inside you.

ꕥ You're just so soft and warm, he wants something away from what he usually feels doing his job. Not really that touchy but he gets quite clingy within closed doors.

ꕥ Likes to squeeze your thighs, his grip on them would not falter. Doesn't matter whether it's in a sexual or domestic way.

ꕥ Thinks you deserve better than what he can offer and needs constant reassurance, never says it out loud but you pick up on what he feels. (please be patient with him)

ꕥ More often than not, he thinks you're quite fragile. Even if you can protect yourself, one of his ways of showing you he loves you is through protecting you. Hence the Doberman boyfriend scenario.

ꕥ Doesn't like PDA but knows when it's necessary, him placing his arm around your shoulder is enough to keep perverts in their places. If that rando is really that bold then they'll most likely end up with a few broken bones depending on how pissed Simon is.

ꕥ If you work alongside him, he'd constantly worry about your well-being but at the same time is conflicted because he's confident that he can protect you.

ꕥ Only you and the TF141 can call him Simon, he still feels uneasy when he gets called that but when it's you saying it, it doesn't sound as daunting to him. Still dislikes in in certain tones of voice because his name reminds him of his past.

ꕥ You've seen his face, it took a long time but after that he trusted you enough to show him. The fact that you didn't find his face revolting and even kissed his scars while cupping his face was enough for him to want to marry you.

ꕥ Isn't fully insecure about his face but has his moments. (You know like the voice line where soap asks him to take off his mask and asked him if he was ugly and Ghost said "Negative")

ꕥ Takes a little while to get him to open up and little things like letting you hold him takes him a bit of time to get used to because it makes him feel vulnerable.

ꕥ God forbid something were to happen to you and he couldn't do anything to stop it, Simon would lose his fucking mind.

John "Soap" MacTavish

ꕥ Soap is a Golden Retriever boyfriend through and through. He's energetic, loyal and really affectionate.

ꕥ He's a lighthearted flirt at first because he doesn't wanna scare you off but damn does he gradually get bolder over time.

ꕥ Very hands on, touchy, and could be clingy at times unless you don't consent him, secretly always finding new ways to touch you.

ꕥ A sucker for cheek kisses, lips are his favorite but he can't help but break out a wide grin whenever you kiss his cheek. Can't help but feel kinda manly whenever you do.

ꕥ Adores making you laugh, no matter how stupid your sense of humor is he will absolutely say that joke if it gets a laugh out of you. Would be concerned if you had a dark sense of humor but will eventually get used to it. To describe it, hearing you laugh makes his heart feel full like in a content domestic way.

ꕥ Also, see the gif? You cannot tell me that he doesn't look at you that way because he absolutely would.

ꕥ Loves your weight against his body to the pint he's begging you to lay on him. You, him in the bed while he's shirtless with grey sweatpants on and you in your night clothes sharing each other's warmth with your head on his broad chest.

ꕥ Shows you silly and cute pet videos, especially the cat ones:

"[Name], look at this one!"

"Soap, we're not adopting a pet. Not right now at least"

ꕥ He was upset and gave you puppy eyes the whole time because the only time he had pet was when he was child, it was a hamster which was killed because it got sucked into the vacuum by his older sister.

ꕥ You're the only one allowed to tough his hair, he's very proud of his mohawk and will let you style it. Won't wear it out if you did something silly to it though.

ꕥ Soap who loves showing you off to everyone, loves light PDA but doesn't wanna potential put a target on your back.

ꕥ He definitely is the guy you want to take home to your family and friends (or found family <3), he's funny and easy to get along with. Very flirty with you but he'll straighten out because he's terrified on making a bad impression.

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

ꕥ (HE'S SO FREAKING UNDERRATED WITHIN THIS FANDOM)

ꕥ He gives Labrador boyfriend vibes, you can't help but want to take care of him.

ꕥ Gaz who literally had to do a double take when he first saw you, he turned to Soap with that "Are you seeing what I'm seeing?" look in a good way.

ꕥ Gaz who literally had to ask you out multiple times before you said yes thinking he's only doing it for a bet or a cruel joke.

ꕥ Constant reassurance from him because he doesn't want you to feel insecure about your looks because to him you are literally an angel.

ꕥ Loves to chill with you, cuddling and just relaxing. Maybe scrolling on TikTok occasionally and show you the funny ones he chuckled at.

ꕥ He has a sixth sense whenever you crave something, say you want chocolate or drink of some sort then he'd definitely being home whatever it is you we're craving without having to ask you.

ꕥ Kyle who has your Starbucks order memorized because he likes being the one to order things for you. Will playfully argue with you on who'll pay this time. (Don't even try anymore, he always wins anyway)

ꕥ Puts his hat on your head mostly when you're out, has done it the first time because it was hot out and the sun was in your eyes. He's picked it up from Price and once you smiled at him through the shade of his cap, he has not stopped doing it.

ꕥ Definitely a words of affirmation and acts of service kind of guy when it comes to love languages. Sometimes whenever he'd give you two thumbs up and a cheeky smile, you can't help but laugh a little.

ꕥ He's very thoughtful, so much so that he prides himself in knowing you better than anyone. Everytime you two go out to eat, when he gets something and know that you'll want to taste it (he knows damn well whether you'll like it or not when he tastes it) he'll bring it upon himself to order you one before you even say you want some.

ꕥ Soft snores when he sleeps, it's cute but you know damn well he's tired. Also I think he's very cuddly, like he just likes reminding himself that he's not alone and that his bed is warm because you're in it. Therefore at minimum always has an arm around you in bed.

ꕥ Dances in the rain with you and loves it when you pull him gently on his arm while your hands are intertwined. Takes note of how the the raindrops sometimes fall on your lashes while you look up at him smiling.

ꕥ Kyle Garrick who wants nothing more in the world to see you happy and smiling. His "this is the woman I'm going to marry" moment was when you baked his favorite cake for his birthday despite it being so hard, you nailed it perfectly. (Whether it's out of luck or skill is up to you)

Alejandro Vargas

ꕥ (idk how to write for this angry Mexican man but I'll try my best, love him and his megamind hairline though <3)

ꕥ Alejandro is definitely a flirt, a very bold on at that. He's quite forward when it comes to liking someone so yeah.

ꕥ He lives for it when you boss him around. That being said, he isn't picky about body type or any of the sort.

ꕥ Will teach you Spanish if you don't know any, definitely prioritizes the curse words and laughs whenever you jokingly call him pendejo.

ꕥ Wouldn't mind you teaching him your own culture and mother tongue. Bonus points if it's similar to his.

ꕥ Has Spanish nicknames for you because I imagine his own culture is important to him.

ꕥ Would hate it if you had the same line of work but will never take it out on you, it's just that it's so dangerous given the people he's involved with. (It's definitely Valeria)

ꕥ Speaking of El Sinombre, I don't think they had anything romantic going on. It's mainly platonic and the "betrayal" sucked on Alejandro's side. They definitely had some rivalry and the tension was through the roof. (Mainly because I headcanon Valeria as Lesbian)

ꕥ Can be so romantic when he tries, you can't tell me this mf ain't a smooth talker because he definitely is. Can be very blunt like in a forward way with his affection too.

ꕥ Likes kissing your wrist and feeling your pulse against his lips because it reminds him you're alive. (The amount of angst this scenario carries would be something I'm up for to write)

ꕥ Is sent on a fit of rage when something happens to you, say you got kidnapped then this man would tears off the walls of every building if he had to.

Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra

ꕥ (ANOTHER UNDERATED CHARACTER)

ꕥ Another Golden Retriever boyfriend. This man is just loving and dotting, very husband material.

ꕥ Loves chubby women, has a soft spot for them and just likes holding them.

ꕥ He's definitely used to the insecurity that comes with the body, also doesn't get why such beauty standards are even in place. Has and would fuck the insecure out of you again if he had to. (It's in a very gentle and loving manner)

ꕥ If you hold him in your arms, he'd be absolutely living for it. He already has had a long day and being honest he hasn't had many lovers that went far so having you care in this way about him would have him wrapped around your finger.

ꕥ Worships the ground you walk on. That's it.

ꕥ Would take everything to heart whenever you teach him or mention something within your culture if you aren't of Spanish origins like he is. He just loves you so much that it makes him happy knowing more about you.

ꕥ Would adore slow dancing with you, brings him back to reality where he realizes that he has you and that you're there.

ꕥ Terrified that one day you'll end up leaving him so reassurance would be much appreciated by him.

ꕥ Definitely a sucker for receiving forehead kisses, as for giving he likes to kiss the back of your hand.

ꕥ If ever danger presents itself to you too closely, he would have a heart attack like full on crying but not in public though.

[coffee-430]

The Royal Harem (Smut)

Synopsis: You have been working hard constantly every single day, finding ways on how to improve your nation. Your attention was solely upon the needs of your Kingdom, to the point where you have forgotten the needs of your own harem.

Characters: Diluc, Kaeya, Zhongli, Thoma, Childe

Warnings: sub!genshin, dom!reader, handjob, blowjob, reader has a cock, anal penetration, licking/sucking, use of toys, overstimulation, cum swallowing, belly bulge

Note: This is my first ever post here in Tumblr. So I hope I didn't disappoint anyone reading this story too much. Also, the reader is gender-neutral.

Although, you do have secretaries to help you with the load of paperwork— but somehow, they, too, were just as busy as you. You couldn't really complain either, since you're literally the sovereign of your very big Kingdom, and doing some paperwork was just the bare minimum.

ㅤ

You heaved out a sigh. The papers on your table never seem to stop itself from piling even more anytime soon.

However it was tiring, nonetheless. And you were getting bored of it. But as you know, you would do anything to keep your Kingdom thrive and be evermore prosperous than it already was.

"The perks of ruling a Kingdom," Dryly, you humoured yourself. Your eyes boredly stared at the piles of documents right in front of you.

A knock resonated from the door and a soft sound of a woman could be heard behind it.

"Your majesty, I have brought you the backlog of papers from last week."

"Come in."

The door opened and revealed Ganyu holding a few stacks of papers. She smiled softly at the sight of you as she walked towards your table.

"Miss Jean wanted to finish them for you, but unfortunately it requires the monarch's attention."

"I see. That's no problem, put them here please."

She did what she was told and carefully placed them down. You thanked her and Ganyu gave you a small curtsy. But as she lays her eyes on your desk, concern swallows her whole.

"You've been working for quite a long while now, shouldn't you take a break, your majesty?"

You look up from your paper and meet her gaze, "Don't fret, I'm fine. They're just papers anyway. I'm already used to this."

"But I fear you might be burning yourself out." The female adepti argued, "You always nag me whenever I overwork myself into taking a break..."

Your (e/c) eyes look up at her expectantly, "And you claim how the tables have turned?"

Ganyu let out a small laugh, pink hue faintly dusted her cheeks as she nodded. You playfully scoff and lightly push your chair back.

"Alright alright," You say, raising your hands in defeat. "I'll perhaps rest for a bit. I wouldn't dare to push my lady's worry and have her dwell on my health."

She blushed at your statement, "O-Oh, a wise choice, your majesty." And quickly bowed before leaving.

Deciding that was it for the day, you stood up from your seat and almost fell. You have been sitting for a long while that your legs fell asleep.

And the moment you decided to use them— you began to cringe at the prickling sensation in your legs. A small groan came out of you as you furrowed your eyebrows at the uncomfortable feeling.

You should have at least got out of your seat for some time while you had work. This simply could've been prevented.

But it's not like you won't do it again anyway. After all, you don't think you'll remember to at least move your legs while you work.

Walking to your bed chambers was tiring. Every time you get to think of the thought of laying on your bed— you would feel your legs on the verge of collapse.

But the bustling noises in your palace would always snap you back to reality, preventing you from further indulging your thoughts of your bed.

Softly, you sighed, as you set your eyes upon the familiar engravings of your chambers' doors.

However, due to your tired state, you have failed to notice the lack of guards who were supposed to be near your doors.

You jog a little, feeling excited to finally run into sleep's arms.

"Ah, bed. I can't wait to embrace you."

You sang as you opened the doors.

But you halted as the feeling of surprise swallowed you whole as the room was filled with silence.

"—!"

There, inside your room, were 5 men wearing nothing but their underwear and white satin robes.

Their eyes widened, they looked like a deer in the headlights. But then relaxed once they realized it was just the person they were waiting for.

Your mouth hung open. You weren't certainly expecting this. (E/c) eyes scanned each man inside the room.

There was Diluc, Zhongli, Childe, Thoma, and Kaeya.

"..."

You then began to break the silence, "What on Teyvat is going here?"

They snapped back from their shock at the sound of your voice. And Kaeya was the first to approach you. His signature smile appeared on his face.

"Your majesty," He bowed, "What perfect timing you have. We were just about to give you a little surprise."

Childe then approaches you next with a wide smile, "But you arrived a bit too early though. Well, no matter. Since their majesty is here, we shall give them our surprise."

"Hope we're not bothering you, your majesty." Thoma smiled sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck.

You stared at them, unsure. What was going with them? You didn't recall having a rendezvous with any of your concubines. Seeing the confused look on your face, Zhongli decided to explain themselves.

"We've noticed that you've been awfully busy and you no longer spend any time with us anymore. So we decided, if you don't come to us, then we'll come to you."

"Of course, not all of us had agreed to share you and your time, but we know their majesty doesn't like it whenever we don't get along with the others." Diluc added, having a look of displeasure and his red eyes glared at Kaeya— who just merely shot him with an unaffected smile.

Oh right...

You have been so focused on your Kingdom's needs that you forgot to tend to your lovers and now they planned to have you to them right now.

Honestly, you were surprised that they managed to agree to share you— albeit reluctantly.

"So..." You began, "In conclusion, all of you missed me and now you're all needy."

Childe and Kaeya gave you a close-eyed smile. While Diluc blushed and looked away, Zhongli timidly nodded his head, and Thoma let out a nervous chuckle.

"I see..."

It was then you closed your door and took a step forward. Your eyes stared at all of them and a smirk appeared on your features.

Seeing your usual dominating behaviour, all of them visibly shivered in your presence.

"Then, shall we begin?"

---

And now here you are.

Currently, you are lying on your bed. Your hand was holding Diluc steadily as you thrust your cock inside him. The red head had his eyes rolled back and his back arched whenever your cock would hit that spot. His nails dug into your thighs, gritting his teeth at the euphoric sensation inside him.

"Ah ah ah—!"

He bounced shamelessly on top of you. Becoming undone as he came for the umpteenth time.

And Thoma was sitting on your face, being absolutely ruined by your skillful mouth. His grip on his ass was so tight— his knuckles turned white. He rolled his hips when he felt your tongue fucked his insides.

You would groan and moan, whenever you felt your hand brush on the red head's stomach— feeling a bulge on it whenever you roughly thrust inside him, your vibrations adding more to Thomas's delight.

"Ah— F-Fuck~"

Filthy sounds— ranging from pornographic moans, whimpers, grunts, groans, to the sinful sounds of skin slapping and soft gasps filled the room. And you're quite lucky there were no guards standing beside your doors.

Your dominant hand was working on Zhongli's needy hole, said man was whimpering and would often let out a small squeak whenever your long fingers would hit his sweet spot as you ravaged his insides. Truth be told that he lost count of how many times he came just by your fingers alone.

Childe and Kaeya, on the other hand, were the loudest. They had a double end toy phallus inside their holes and both moved at a simultaneous pace. Moaning loudly as they felt the urge to come again. Their eyes watched at how you ruined your other concubines. Their dicks hardened and tips wetted at the thought of their turn with you.

All of them looked liked sex starved prostitutes in a brothel.

Pleasure shook the entire room like an earthquake and it seemed like it wasn't going to stop any time soon.

"A—Ah, c-cumming!"

"Y-Your m-majesty~!"

Thoma and Diluc came simultaneously, and both were at the verge of passing out. With your adept skills, you were able to maneuver them both off of you and you gently lay them down on your large bed.

They both lie down tiredly and their eyes begin to close due to exhaustion.

Zhongli saw you were done playing with the pyro welding men and went to crawl towards you— You happily accepted him with open arms.

You lay down on the bed and have the brunet on top of you. He steadied himself before slowly inserting your cock into his hole.

As the tip went in— Zhongli swore he had seen stars blurring his vision and he let out the most filthy sound once you were fully inside him.

"Mnhm~" He cried softly.

"Are you alright there, love?" You asked. Feeling a bit of pride swells up in you as you smirk at the sight of the trembling almighty Geo dragon on top of you.

He nodded with a red blushing face, beginning to roll his hips— with you letting out a soft sigh at his actions.

Your hands were on his waist, keeping him steady while trying to make you both cum.

"Oh, yes~ Just like that, keep going..."

You let out a groan and the man riding you could help but arch his back at your sound. He did what he was told, he rode you like there was no tomorrow.

And once you felt like he was slowing down, you took matters into your own hands. You lift him up a bit before slamming your cock inside him hard.

"AH~!!"

A loud sound of euphoria left the dragon's lips and his eyes almost rolled all the way back of his head.

He came almost instantly. Squirting all over on you, the bed sheets, and on himself. Tears formed on his face and his mouth drooled at pleasurable sensation.

But you weren't done with him just yet. You repeated your actions, slamming hard inside over and over again overstimulating the poor man.

Trying to catch your high and which you eventually did. You painted his walls white as Zhongli came again together with you.

Both of you panted. Zhongli— despite being a dragon— fell off of you due to exhaustion but you managed to catch him and lay him properly onto the bed.

You smiled softly and kissed his forehead before averting your attention towards the two remaining men— who were still waiting for you.

"Your m-majesty~" Kaeya sang, giving you a sultry look when you met his gaze. You sat at the edge of your bed. Gesturing for the two to come closer.

And they did. Crawling towards you with such whorish looks— abandoning their toy as they did so.

Kaeya reached to you first and he immediately went to kiss you on your lips. His kisses were hungry like and you had to push him gently to prevent him from making you lie on your back.

Both your tongues danced in an unknown rhythm but you both made it work.

And while you two were trying to fight for dominance— Childe had happily dived his mouth down on your cock, he didn't give any warning and just went straight to devour your huge dick inside his pretty little mouth.

The ginger head's action caught you off guard and it made you collapse down onto the bed on your bed. Kaeya chuckled at you and proceeded to pleasure your upper half with his mouth.

He sucked and licked your nipple as he toyed with the other with his hand. You moaned softly and grunted, your hands went to play with their hairs as your concubines gave you a mewl sound of appreciation.

"Ah, C-Childe.....c-cummi—"

You didn't even finish your sentence when Childe took you in deep down his throat and you felt him going deeper, you came. You arched your back, bucking your hips and hitting the back of his throat making the ginger head almost gag at your movement.

"Mmmh~"

The bluenette hummed, feeling you tremble while you reached your climax. Gently, he grazed your nipple with his teeth, teasing you as it added more pleasure onto your body.

Childe pulled away from your cock and tried to swallow your load. He spilled some a bit but he was satisfied with the taste of you.

"Mmh... Your majesty taste so divine~ I want more~"

He spoke with lust evident in his voice, beginning to lick the cum that spilled on your dick.

"Childe— Ah!"

"Now, that's not fair. You should give some of your attention to me too, your majesty~"

Kaeya pouted, feeling jealous when it wasn't him you're focusing on. He then went lower to where the ginger-nette was and he, too, began to lick your spilled cum.

You panted, as you looked down. You almost came at the sight of your two concubines going down on you. Oh how you loved it when they worship your cock, as they have worshipped you as their King.

Childe smiled at the sight of you. You pulled him by the arm with gentle care, and you had him on top of you.

"I've been waiting for this." Said the man on top with an eager tone. He personally slammed your cock inside him earning a small hiss from you and a lewd mewl from him.

The harbinger sang lewd sounds, as he bounced with harsh movements on you.

"Oh f-fuck—!"

He came when he felt you hit his prostate. But that didn't stop him, planning to overstimulate himself to see how far he can go.

Meanwhile, Kaeya made himself busy with your mouth. Your free hand was stroking his cock and that made him moan in your kiss.

Your hand movement synced with Childe's pace. Feeling the blue haired man shiver at the pleasurable feeling down his lower half.

He came as the other did— again— and the former started to move on his own accord, using your hand as if it was a fleshlight

Kaeya, knowing he'll be next soon, pulled away from your lips and moved on to your neck next, then on to the rest of your body. Biting, sucking, and nibbling the places that he knew would make you shiver.

He sat up, smirking at his masterpiece. Seeing you littered with all his love marks makes him swell up with pride.

"Ah!"

The ginger-nette came again for the umpteenth time and almost fell on you when you quickly held him before removing him off you.

He was panting, out of breath, lying there tired and contented with the cum that was inside him and was dripping down his thighs.

You move a stray hair off his face before placing a soft kiss on his cheek, bidding him sweet dreams.

Then, you turned to face the last of your lovers.

"Your turn." You grinned, your breath slightly ragged due to the 'activities' you've been doing.

Kaeya giggled, "Finally." Before lying down on his back, a blush was visible on his face. He wrapped his arms around you and captured your lips with his in a feverish kiss.

You pulled away from him and went to place your kisses on his neck— inserting yourself inside him as you did so.

A soft gasp left his lips when he felt you inside him, he released once he realized how big you were. You chuckled seeing him tremble, his embrace on you was tight but slowly went loose when he finished his high.

"M-Move...please..."

"Very well."

You smiled and did what you were told. Your pace started slow but it increased once the bluenette requested you to move faster.

"Hah— hah..."

"Ngh~"

You hit his prostate over and over again, making Kaeya see stars in his vision. He cried out in pleasure, his nails dug the skin of your back— slightly drawing a bit of blood.

He was close again, you could tell, by how he clenched tightly around you. You sighed blissfully at the feeling and you, too, were almost at your limit.

"Your majesty! I-I'm cumm—"

"I k-know. Hah... Me t-too..."

You pounded him for awhile, before finally releasing all your pent up seed inside your favourite pirate looking lover. You came together with him and his entire body shook.

His embrace around you was gone and instead his hands were gripping the sheets tightly.

Both of you were out of breath, but Kaeya was beginning to pass out. You stayed inside him for a bit, making sure he was getting the most of his climax and when he finally showed signs of subsiding, you carefully pulled yourself out of him.

Sweat lingered on all your skins'. You saw the bluenette smiling at you before succumbing to the sweet hold of sleep.

You looked at the rest of your concubines and noticed that all of them were now asleep.

You chuckled to yourself. Ah, one of the perks of ruling a Kingdom: was to take care of your harem with equal care and love.

You stood up, albeit your stance was wobbly and you were slightly dizzy. You playfully scoffed, they did a toll on you. And you proceeded to cover them all up with a large blanket.

Though, usually you would not prefer to let them sleep on a cum/drool stained bed, but there's nothing you can do about it now. You'll just have to make it up till next time.

Sighing, you mentally made a reminder to yourself: When in tending to the needs of your Kingdom, never ever forget the needs of your own harem.

Otherwise, you might never be able to get out of bed.

[comethead]

hi hi hello! never made a request before i’m kinda new to tumblr lol

ANYWAYS.

jason x fem!reader and reader broke her ankle and ofc jason is being super sweet and gentle and eventually reader really wants to fuck him but he’s hesitant bc broken ankle but like super sweet gently sex?? (also pretty pet names please i’d actually melt)

- 🦚 (can that be my anon?)

omg hiii, yes! 🦚 anon I hope you're still around cuz haha school got in the way but here is your request! hope you enjoy >u<

Care for You

MDNI // smut // Jason Todd x Reader

(afab reader, creampie, praise, gentle sex, pussy eating, no use of y/n)

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“Hey, hey, settle down, I’ll grab that for you.”

You huff, sitting back down on the bed as Jason reaches for the magazine you were eyeing. They sat at a pile at the foot of your bed, which you’ve been confined to for as long as Jason was around. That being, always, as he hasn’t left your side since you broke your ankle, with the exception of going on patrol (but not without telling you a hundred times over to give him a call for absolutely anything). 

You give your boyfriend a peck on the cheek once he closes the distance between you two to hand you your magazine. “Thank you Jay, though I will say I’m not that fragile you know,” you pout, flipping open the booklet to the first couple of pages. He snuggles up to you, resting his head on your shoulder as he murmurs, “I know, but I’m gonna take care of you regardless. Can’t have my baby going and breaking her other ankle.” You smack him lightly on the arm for the last comment as he chuckled. You puff out your cheeks in mock anger and turn your head swiftly away from him. Gently, he places a hand on your chin to turn you to look back at him. “C’mon, you can’t stay mad at me for long, can you sweetheart?” You melt under his gaze, and flush as he presses a soft kiss to your lips. You press your lips against his when he draws back, and he gladly returns your passion by deepening the kiss. Before long, the two of you are making out, breaking apart for air before locking lips again. 

You tug at his shirt, beckoning him to take it off. You’re incredibly turned on, the way his lips are wet and red from making out, watching his broad chest rise and fall as he pants. “Hey,” he breathes, “I don’t think we should…your ankle-”. You shush him, and whip out that magazine from earlier. You flip to a page and show him a little diagram with a small paragraph describing it. “Look, it's a sex position that won't strain or jostle my ankle too much,” you say proudly, grinning at the way Jason’s eyes widen. “Jeez, my pretty baby is doing her research, huh?”, he chuckles, pressing a kiss to your forehead. You smile back at him, tossing the magazine aside. “Soooooo..?” you ask, running your hands down his chest and to his stomach, noting the way his breath hitches. “Mmm, I really think you shouldn’t risk it babe,” he groans, catching your hands and holding them in place.

“Oh Jay, I promise I’ll say something if it hurts at all and we’ll stop immediately. Pretty please?”, you whine, gazing hopefully into his eyes. Jason sighs, releasing your hands and moving his to your breasts as he massages them. You whimper, placing your hands on top of his as he whispers, “Alright, you better keep that promise though.” The low notes of his voice sends tingles down to your tummy and you can barely contain your arousal as you moan, his fingers pinching your sensitive nipples. Moving down, he pulls your shorts down slowly, making sure not to move your ankle too much. Kissing your bare thighs, you suppress another moan when you feel his hot breath against your cunt. Jason moves your panties aside as he licks a broad stripe on your folds, feeling your wetness on his tongue. You nearly clamp your legs around his head in pleasure, your head thrown back and mouth open in a silent plea for more. Wrapping his arms around your thighs, he holds you gently yet firmly in place as he continues eating you out. Circling his tongue around your clit, you let out a breathy moan from the stimulation as he works at bringing you to your climax. Adjusting your legs with the slightest of movements and with great care, Jason pulls back from your soaked cunt, your pleasure evident on his chin. “Fuck baby, you look so damn pretty,” he breathes, gazing at you with half-lidded eyes. You flush, covering your face. “Hey, don’t get all shy on me alright?” he gently pushes your hand away from your face as he cups your cheek in one hand. “You’re doing so good, sweetheart,” he says, kissing you softly. You return the gesture, and the taste of yourself has your pussy clenching around nothing. “Oh Jay, please-” 

“Mhm, I got you baby.” He’s pulling his boxers down now, his hard cock bumping against your sensitive clit. Slowly, he begins to push his length in, whispering praises and groaning at the way you squeeze around him. Thrusting gently so as to not jostle your legs too much, you feel another orgasm build up. His steady pace keeps you moaning and crying out his name as you feel his dick fill you up. “Oh fuck,” he pants, leaning down to press little kisses to your neck up to your face. As much as you’re able to, you rock your hips onto his cock, feeling the stretch of your pussy accommodating his girth when he bottoms out. “Shit, sweetheart, I’m- ngh- I’m close,” he moans, thrusting faster. You whimper as you feel your own orgasm approaching, finally cumming when your sweet Jason cums deep into your cunt, filling you up. The two of you stay like that for a while, with him in you and the both of you breathing heavily. He finally pulls out and carefully lays down next to you, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear. “Told you I’d take care of you,” he smirks, and you roll your eyes in false annoyance, happy to have had sex with your favorite boy.

[tornedheart]

Maiden In The Tower — Yandere Aegon Targaryen

GIF by @alicentloyalist

Warnings: unhealthy relationships, isolation, captivity.

Opened Tumblr and the first thing I saw was a concept on @heartstalked's blog for Aegon locking his lover on a tower and I was sold! (Completely considering writing fairytale prompts with the other characters, but one thing at a time.)

Once upon a time an unhallowed dragon prince met a winsome flower maiden, they will never be the same after that. Each singer will have a different version of how it happened, some will say he was rotten from the start and she unknowingly fed his dark tendencies, others will say that she tempted him on it and was shocked to meet the consequences of her acts.

Not a single one of the singers will forget to mention how characteristic of a dragon is hoarding their treasures. 

The courtship had started with hopes for the prince becoming a better man, he is drinking less, a courtier mentioned, the servants are called sooner, for the prince desires to take a stroll with his betrothed, a septa whispers. And there is also something being built on the keep, he says it's his gift to his future wife, and no one knows what exactly it is.

No one thinks much of how whiny he seems when his beloved attention deviates from him, or how disposed he is to throw tantrums at everyone he thinks it's trying to steal her attention. It doesn't seem important at that time, everyone knows how young boys are with their little passions.

Each day the wedding grows closer and his whims get worse, and she does try to understand, he doesn't get much love, he's afraid she'll leave, she keeps repeating to herself, it's only a question of time for him to understand she loves him.

And then the big day finally arrives, he's all over her all the time during the ceremony, he turns his head when seeing his mother's scolding. But he doesn't turn down the idea of a bedding ceremony, even with his brother's disapproving gaze or the fear in his new wife.

After consummation, even with her a bit hurt, he tells her how he has a present to her, his wedding gift. There is a key in his hand and she can't deny her curiosity, so she trails after him, going up dozens of stairs until a door, she should have given more attention to the fact that this is the second door he is locking there.

There is an enormous and fluffy bed at the center of the room, shelves lining up in the wall, material for her needlework on a basket and a big wardrobe. 

It's a beautiful room and there is nothing in it to bring any mistrust to her, so all she does is pull him to the bed with her/

Only in the next day, after he leaves to deal with one of duties he preferred to not do, does she notice that the door won't open. She repeats to herself that there is only a mistake, he may have locked it by mistake, the anxiety inside her doesn't seem to hear.

Then Aegon arrives later with a tray of food to her, and she, oh, so innocent she, jokes on how he may have mistakenly locked the tower with her inside. When he tells her that there is no mistake, a smile on his face, one so sweet no one would think he did anything wrong, does her fear take control over her.

All the songs will agree on how no one ever saw her again, except her lovable husband, some will tell about the children he would bring down the tower, to never see their mother again, one or other will say that her love for him did not falter even with his drastic actions, others will recite how there was a constant cries that could be heard in the castle.

[simp4nott]

⤹𓍢ִ໋ THE ROOMATES

Summary: You and Ellie didn't exactly get along, yeah you hung around each other but it was only for your friends sake. One of you always found a way to annoy one another until you both were pissed at one another. So when it came to the apartments in Jackson, Maria had full control of roommates. So when you and Ellie find out who you’ve been paired with... let's say neither of you are excited.

pairing: Ellie Williams x f!reader

Word count: 414!

Warnings: (no warning for the sneak peek but here are the warnings that will be in the fic) Smut!, kissing (obviously), Strap on sex (r receiving), dirty talk, hot lesbian sex, and fingering (r receiving).

A/N: if you see this and are like 'I've seen something exactly like this' is because you properly have, because I deleted it after posting it because I didn't know how to write the rest , BUT I have been rewriting it (kinda) and finally figured out how I'm gonna finish this fic.

Maria had been assigning roommates since they had cleared the apartment building.

The one thing Maria didn't tell her or anyone, is who they'd be roommates with. She had only given the number of the apartment they'd be staying at.

So when Ellie found her apartment and unlocked it, expecting it to be a bit louder in her shared space, she was surprised to find it quiet, which could only mean her roommate wasn't here yet.

The apartment was nice, had a cozy little living room, great kitchen & nice bathroom even after going through an outbreak and years of infected and raiders.

Elie had finally made it to the area where she assumed the bedrooms were, and since she was the first one there, she went to see which room was bigger.

So it was a surprise to Ellie when she opened the first door to find you laying on your pink zebra striped bedding, white stringed headphones in your ear as you watch something on your phone.

"Great, you're the one Maria put me with." she scoffed, obviously annoyed that she'd have to share a living space with you.

"God, don't act so disappointed, you know deep down you were hoping for this." you said, taking the headphones out of your ears, and a smile on your face.

"Oh, you fucking wish." she spoke, rolling her eyes and walking to the door across from yours, leaving your door open to irritate you.

"In your dreams babe!" Ellie heard you yell from across the hall.

And the way Ellie's eyes went wide, she couldn't think fast enough to say something back.

"Cat got your tongue Williams? " You spoke resting against the door frame, arms crossed and smirk on your face.

"You're such a pain in the ass." Ellie said, her back to you as she started to unpack desk supplies onto her desk.

You found yourself wandering into her room, finding a box on the floor near the closet door.

"Damn Williams, that all you got, you goin easy on me?" you said bending down to go through the box on the ground.

“What are you doing?” she asked, turning to stand behind you to see what the fuck you where doing. 

She tries to pretend not to see your hot pink thong peeking out of your jeans calling her name and luring her into a trap.

 Once Ellie saw that you were going through her stuff, she put an end to that very fucking quickly.

Moving from behind you to the side of you to snatch the box away from you.

"Can you fuck completely off."she snapped at you; aggravated for too many damn reasons, her body and mind betraying her, and you almost finding something very important to her lifestyle . 

Ellie was ready to take a long nap and completely forget who she was living with. 

“God, you’re no fun williams.” you roll your eyes before you sway your hips out of her room.

Ellie watched you leave the doorway of her bedroom.

                   God, what the fuck is happening??

A/n: As I'm posting this right now, I'm actively switching tabs between google docs and Tumblr.

I'm thinking that this fic will be posted either this upcoming Friday or that weekend , and this time I WON'T delete this and also not post the fic .

feedback would be appreciated, I did not proofread because I'm running on cherry Coke Zero and few hours asleep + school.

[deathbxnny]

So tumblr decided to screw me over and posted the ask too early, which made me delete it in panic and lose the original ask. However!! I thankfully saved the first part of the ask, so here it is:

May I please request Yanqing learning to play a flute because he heard his s/o singing and wanted to be able to join?

Sorry again to the Anon. I also added/changed up the idea a little, so I hope you guys like it!!<33

Content: Established relationship, reader is a singer, teen reader, Jing Yuan being a smug menace, kind of unserious, sfw

Reader has no mentioned pronouns!

((Not proofread))

The trouble of young love. (Yanqing x GN!Reader)

"You... want to learn how to play the flute?" Jing Yuan muttered in near disbelief, his brow raising high as he gazed down at the determined boy, who gave him a simple nod of approval. "Yes. And preferably, by the end of this week." He stated as though it was the easiest thing in the world to simply just learn an instrument in under a week. The general unfortunately didn't doubt that Yanqing genuinely believed that, however.

Jing Yuan blinked in surprise before glancing around quickly in thought. Was this another prank of his? No, it definitely wasn't that simple.

"... And why?" "Oh well... uh..." Yanqing nervously pulled at the collar of his uniform, suddenly slightly flustered and unwilling to share what had gotten him so awfully motivated in the first place. Not that the older man really needed to hear it, as he already had an inkling on what, or rather who, it could be. "... Does it even matter why? I've just been feeling very... musically inclined lately." Jing Yuan snorted at that despite his better judgment, which made Yanqing scowl in offense.

"I'm having a hard time believing that, Yanqing."

The blonde crossed his arms in defiance. "You're not even taking my request seriously, Master." He said, watching as said man leaned back in his chair and near mockingly crossed his arms as well. "It's not that I'm not taking this seriously... it's just that you've never had an interest in such artistic things before." He clarified, even if Yanqing knew better than to believe that it was just an innocent inquiry. "Besides... learning to play a flute is the same as wielding a sword. You need alot of time and patience to hone your skills. A week won't suffice." "And if it is?"

Jing Yuan now grinned in amusement, having expected to be challenged on this. He supposed that this would make for a good teaching lesson in the long run and whilst it may not be the most responsible thing to do, he decided that this would also serve as a form of small punishment for disturbing his "work" in the grand office.

Ah, young love... truly a troublesome thing.

The older man figured that he was doing all of this for you only. Yanqing mentioned your fear of singing in front of large crowds before, and therefore, it didn't come as a surprise that he wanted to do everything in his power to make his lover happy. In a way, it made the general proud to see the boy slowly grow into a young man... even if it came at the cost of his sanity at times. You had changed the lieutenant of the cloud nights in many ways. Some good and some awfully questionable, to say the least. But he figured Yanqing would learn such things on his own in due time.

"Consider me defeated." "And I get a raise to my allowance?" "Perhaps I'll consider it, depending on how well you play." That's all Yanqing needed to hear, the excitement and fire that burned in him at the prospect of not only beating his own master and then also getting more money to share with his dear dove made him immideatly turn and filter out of the room with no further comment. Unknowing of the perilous path he'd have to take in order to learn the art of this instrument.

He was confident that he could make it in under a week so that he could accompany your singing during your first ever stage performance in the grand theaters of the Luofu, which is the whole reason he wanted to learn how to play the flute in the first place.

It couldn't be that hard after all, right?

---

Well, after a good 5 days of relentless training, he still couldn't play more than notes akin to demonic screeching. The general was fair enough to lend him a fancy flute from his own youth, alongside a guide and a couple of traditional music sheets. And yet, it all ended with him laying sprawled out on top of them, the instrument carelessly tossed onto a nearby pillow, whilst he stared up at the ceiling with a deadpan.

Perhaps he truly had underestimated the sheer power of the flute.

But he couldn't claim defeat. At this point, it had become something personal. A challenge that neared one of life and death. If he lost now, then the general would bring this up for centuries to come, and Yanqing did not want to live through that personal hell. Sighing deeply, he rubbed his tired eyes.

Surely, there had to be something he was doing wrong. And yet he just couldn't figure out what it was. He hadn't slept or rested properly in days either, having been too focused on this life changing mission that he just had no care for anything else. But the self-doubt was beginning to creep in, and he didn't know if he was more upset at himself or at the general. He simply wasn't as talented as you were musically.

And just as his eyes were beginning to flutter shut in defeat, your melodic voice breathed life right back into him. He inhaled deeply, quickly drapping a couple of blankets and pillows over the flute and music sheets before he quickly summoned a sword to act as though he was polishing it. Entering the room with an obvious air of worry and nervousness, you gave him a weak smile.

"Yanqing." You hummed gently, perhaps even nearly shyly as you approached him and took a careful seat next to him. His hand reached out and pressed it's palm against your warm cheek, a tired smile gracing his lips. "Hello there, my dove... it's late out. Why are you here?" He asked, nervous that you'd notice the golden flute that was sticking out from behind a pillow a couple meters away. But thankfully you only had eyes on him, as you fidgeted with your hands.

"The last rehearsal is tomorrow... and I'm starting to have doubts... especially after I heard the rumor regarding the general and the Master Diviner attending the performance as well! I didn't know it was going to be such a big thing..." And it wouldn't have been if Yanqing never mentioned a word of it. He should've guessed that his master would eventually figure out his plans and attempt to get first row seats to view his defeat. Something about it filled him with strong determination, the need to win resurfacing in his heart. If not for himself, then you.

"Don't worry about it. Just focus on your singing, and I'll take care of the rest." He said, a serious look on his face that made you raise a confused brow. Yet you thankfully didn't dwell on his cryptic words any further due to him swiftly changing the topic to more mundane things to keep you distracted.

He eventually walked you home, your hand in his, the sun having set completely hours ago. It was a calming moment that refocused his mind and soul on the task at hand, which he ofcourse immideatly resumed once he returned to the estate. It didn't matter to him if he had to stay up 2 more days for this to work.

He'd play the most beautiful sounds on the flute to accompany your singing and if it's the last thing he did.

At this point, he was perhaps just doing it to wipe that smug look off of his mentors face.

---

"Alright! All done... you look great, (Y/N)!" One of your friends grinned as she fixed up the last details on your rather lavish performance clothes. You tried to weakly smile back, unable to help the deep feeling of fear that ran through you. "Is the theater room full already?" "To the brim! And the General and Master Diviner have also arrived just now... man, it's a real fullhouse tonight." She trailed off, missing the way all color seemed to leave your face.

You had hoped that it was a simple rumour, but after sneaking a peek from behind the curtains into the grand hall, your fears truly did come true. Jing Yuan was casually leaning back in his seat as he conversed with Fu Xuan about a topic that made the woman deadpan at him in annoyance.

This is definitely going to be a disaster, you concluded with an affirmative nod.

"(Y/N)? Please get in formation. The performance is just about to start." The director whispered to you when the lights dimmed and you were pushed towards the stage. Your heart was beating against your chest, your mouth feeling dry. How were you supposed to do this? You couldn't do it. The fear was too great.

And it didn't help that Yanqing was nowhere to be seen in the crowd.

Gulping as the music started, you shakily opened your mouth when suddenly the most melodic symphony of a flute accompanied your at first trembling voice. You blinked in surprise, eyes glancing over to see your lover resting atop a fake tree as his fingers moved along the instrument. Finally understanding everything, you turned to the audience with newfound confidence. Your voice traveled throughout the entire stadium and bewitched it's listeners. No one could look away if they wanted to.

And by the end of the performance, no one could stay seated either, as they cheered and clapped loudly... except for Jing Yuan and Fu Xuan, who still looked hardly impressed next to the general. They watched as Yanqing approached you with a wide smile, your arms immideatly wrapping around him in sincere gratefulness. Giving the man an expectant look, the Master Diviner crossed her arms with a frown.

"Well? What type of teaching moment was this supposed to be?" She asked, not being convinced of his ways of teaching at all anymore. Jing Yuan kept staring ahead, a calm and victorious smile on his lips whilst he watched you and Yanqing happily talk on stage. "That he should learn how to be patient and not overdo things that take time, unless he wants to reap the consequences." Fu Xuan raised a brow, obviously very much unimpressed. "You do realise that this just proved to him that he doesn't need to do that?" "Ah no... he won't do it ever again. Just wait." He simply replied, his grin widening when Yanqing's face dropped. There was a pause... before the boy suddenly just finally collapsed into your arms and chaos broke out.

Fu Xuan gave Jing Yuan a near horrified glance, the older man only continuing to smile in content.

He did try and warn him after all.

Alrighttt... I hope this was fine, Anon!! I once again apologize for accidentally deleting your request and hope this was okay enough to make up for it!!<33

[officialundertakersmoocher]

Hi, I was so excited when I saw there is still someone writing for Kuroshitsuji and, more specifically, for Undertaker (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡ since your fixed post said you're accepting requests, I hope you don't mind if I send one. @yaboisbullshit wrote something that won't leave my mind (I hope they don't mind that I have tagged them, I'm new on Tumblr and don't know the proper etiquette ╥⁠﹏⁠╥). Anyway they wrote about a scene in "Who framed Roger Rabbit" in which we have, basically, Jessica Rabbit simping over Roger Rabbit and I would love to see Undertaker, Sebastian and Ciel's reaction to some girl who is basically a Mary Sue (beautiful, smart, maybe a noble) who's Undertaker's partner and a total simp (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠) like, he's just eating his biscuits and she's giving him heart eyes lol. Anyway, sorry for the long ask and thanks a lot for your writing, whether you do my request or not (⁠✿⁠^⁠‿⁠^⁠)

and i would love to write it!

Undertaker's Not so Secret Admirer

Synopsis: The Undertaker's shop is filled with odd visits, but he never expected one such as this.

It started as a normal day in the Undertakers shop, slow as usual for the small funeral parlor.

A certain earl makes his way down the streets of the late 18th-century England, a black clad butler by his side and a mission underway. The earl strides himself with purposeful intent and a will that cannot be stopped by many, but as Ciel entered the familiar establishment that day-he stops in his tracks at the sight that he catches before his eyes.

A young woman with a bright aura sits by herself at the center of the parlor on a plush couch in the center of the parlor, giving a giddy wave to the Phantomhive boy.

Not only had Ciel never seen anyone besides his own company adorning the parlor, he also had never seen the parlor fit for human company in such a way.

Ciel gives his butler companion a puzzled look, though receiving nothing but silence from the female counterpart.

The two boys stand in the doorway in stunned silence before the younger boy decides to take charge, yelling into the darkness, "Undertaker...!"

The man in question bursts through the side door, holding a platter of tea and cookies which was obviously prepared in advance.

"Phantomhive, perfect timin', make 'rself at home." He states with a mischievous grin glittering his lips.

The earl seats himself with his butler near and watching. Ciel notices that on the opposite side of the couch, the woman has now adorned a doding expression at the sight of the funeral parlors owner.

She sits with her legs crossed and her palms holding her chin, heart eyes practically bearing through her head. Meanwhile, The Undertaker giggles as he seats himself opposite to them. The young earl starts to feel as if he is witnessing a game that he was not invited to play.

The Undertaker, on the other hand, seems to be more than entertained by these ongoing events.

"I apologize for interrupting you while you have guests, however, I have some business to di-" Ciel starts, however he is quickly interrupted by the sounds of the seemingly love-struck young woman sitting across from him.

Practically squealing in her seat from excitement, the young woman seems to be giddy to speak to The Undertaker and at the notice of his silence, the mystery woman jumps up from her seat and slams her hands on the table.

"Oh gosh, i'm sorry! I've just been so excited to meet you...!" She is now leaning over the coffee table, practically soaking in the rest of personally space that Undertaker has to spare.

The Undertaker bursts into laughter at the sentiment.

"Oh god, I've just heard so much about you. They said you were good looking, but I could've never imagined how right they were," she continues, voice growing more and more smitten as she trails off.

The Undertaker cannot seem to stop his fit of laughter now.

"Actually, young master, I believe we shall leave The Undertaker to this company. It would simply be improper to do otherwise..." the butler spoke, silently guiding his master up from his seat. The earl mutters some very confused phrases on his way up out the door.

The Undertaker tilts his hat towards the earl on his way out and he watched as the young woman seats herself once again. She tries to hide her flushed expression, sipping from her tea cup once again.

The Undertaker clicks his tongue several times as he raises from his seat and heads towards the door which had been left agape. "Ahaha.. Oh dear," He says, wiping a stray tear from his eye from giggling too much.

The Undertaker leans his back against the door, closing the remaining gap between you and the outside world.

"Now, if you planned on coming here to present such a hilarious show such as that one in hopes that I would tell you about myself.. you could have just asked." His voice lowers more and more as he goes on and begins to slowly creep towards where you stay seated.

The sudden realization that all of his attention was now placed on you had you blushing profusely. You attempted to cover your face with your gloved hands, however your sense told you that he already knew how flustered you were.

You let out a nervous giggle as The Undertaker approaches you, placing one hand behind you on the back of the couch and the other on the arm of it- you were essentially trapped.

"So, my dear, what is it that you wanted to know...?"

[seelestia]

we missed you, welcome back!

i had a thought for a few days now and then i saw that you were back and i just had to share this

so imagine that you wake up in teyvat one day and you speak a different language bc they probably don’t speak english in teyvat, and no one understands you, but then there’s the smart haravatat ppl like alhaitham and faruzan (idk if there is anyone else) who use their smart language brains to figure out how to talk to you, i think that would be super cute

.💭

BRAINROT ANON— my comrade on tumblr, i missed you too!! i'm so honored that you thought of me aww :') you knew i'd be glad to brainrot with you anytime!! /gen. i focused less on how they communicate with you, but rather more on the events surrounding this concept. hope ya don't mind! so good to see you again <3

extra note: this was written from a platonic pov! yk those movies where a protagonist helps out their 'otherworldly' companion to go back to their home world? yeah, that's what i'm going for here. movies like 'home' and 'cj7' came to mind immediately. that's us and faruzan!! oh, and alhaitham is here too, i guess. /j

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imagine waking up one day to find yourself transported to the middle of the hypostyle desert. the sun burns, scorching hot on your skin then suddenly, it's gone? oh no, some strange turquoise lady is peering at your face with disapproval. you suspect she thinks you're a reckless traveler who forgot to bring ample supplies to a place like this. “███ ███ ████ ███?” she says and you realize you don't understand a word.

[translation: did your water storage run out?]

imagine the confusion on faruzan's face when you mumble a few sentences? noises? grumbles? she specializes in semiotics (and ruins), not speech pathology so how is she supposed to know? anyway, she graciously takes you in! and brings you back to her residence. yes, yes, how generous, applaud her later but she cannot hand you over to the akademiya just yet. (who knows what they'll do with you? you're obviously not of this world.)

imagine trying to communicate with faruzan using other means besides language. one of them includes pointing at the fresh apple slices on her kitchen counter. she gives them to you and notes how you say 'tenk yu' (?) which she takes as a sign of gratitude. of course, she also jots it down in her notes alongside her observations. how interesting.

and she manages the grand feat of roping alhaitham in, somehow someway. he's a youngster (everyone is a youngster if you're one hundred years old at this point) far too solitary for her liking — plus, notoriously hard to convince but that helps: he's someone who won't tattle! that's her logic here. she even had to invite him over for dinner and introduce him to you herself! ugh, she really had no more funds left to spare... so this better works.

it did, oddly. alhaitham's first instinct is to question and his deductions conclude that you are far too genuine (for lack of a better word) for all of this to be a ruse. the way you pointed at his fit and gave him a thumbs-up he assumed that you meant to say you thought it's “cool”.

alhaitham observes you; when you speak, none of the words sound familiar to his experienced ears and trust him, his quota of languages exceed many. he is not here to brag, so don't twist it. nor do you seem to understand anything whenever he or faruzan speaks. you don't even react in the slightest when he mentions or addresses you directly, only a tap on the shoulder works. it's safe to assume you do not know teyvatian language.

the guy in gray green turns to madam faru with a hum. she taught you to refer to her that way. it took hard work and lots of apple slices. “██... ██ ███ ████ █ ████?” he asks.

[translation: so... do you have a plan?]

“██ ███ █████!” she puffs out her chest in determination.

[translation: in due time!]

he sighs.

you blink, eternally confused.

[shmolish]

*falls through your celling again*

I know you already did jealous shadow milk BUT I OFFER YOU THIS

Yandere shadow milk pls

Could be just hcs or sthm idc I JUST LOVE TUMBLRS DIFFERENT TAKES ON IT HCJDHDJFHF

AN: Yanderes <3 and I think this is before he got sealed, but after the corruption. (ALSO MY CEILING! FIRST MY DOOR, NOW THIS-)

Also, I'm def gonna make another one of these yan fics, just wait guys ♡

Yan! Shadow Milk Cookie x Reader

Oneshot (headcanons below)

Warnings: possessiveness, Manipulation, guilt tripping, toxic relationship, mentions of murder

-Only Me-

If only you could rewind time.

Back to the time where your lover wasn't crazy. Where he didn't have this unquenchable bloodlust, and where he didn't obsess over you.

The attention was nice at first, but it's long since become suffocating.

When will he finally let you breathe again?

Probably never. You'll die before he does, so this is probably going to go on until the day of your death.

What'll happen when you die? How will he handle it?

He can barely handle you leaving him for over an hour. There's no way he can handle you leaving forever, and to a place that, for once in his life, is unreachable to him.

He may still be alive after that, but maybe he'll finally stop 'living'.

He'll just exist.

"Dove, I'm back!" Called out an enthusiastic voice.

It would seem that Shadow Milk Cookie has finally returned.

You used to rejoice to the sound of his voice.

Where has all of the joy gone?

"Welcome back," you responded.

He wrapped an arm around your waist and placed a palm on your cheek, gazing with admiration towards your features.

"Oh dove, you truely are the only good in this rotten world~" He left a kiss on your forehead before returning to admiring you silently.

It would have felt nice.

This should have felt nice.

But it didn't.

"Um, I've been thinking about something, actually.." You'd bring up nervously.

"Yes?"

"Do you think I can maybe... leave this tower? Only for a little while?"

...

A silence filled the room before Shadow Milk Cookie started to snicker.

"Oh doll, you can't be serious! Why would you ever want to leave this place?" He gave you a condescending smile, hoping to feign even the slightest bit of ignorance or innocence.

"I've just been here for a long time. That's all.." You'd say.

"Don't be silly~ If you leave, then the outside world will destroy your perfect, delicate self. And you know I can't have my dolls breaking." He just kept staring at you with that sweet, sweet smile.

"But-"

"Oh, I get it. You're just leaving because you've gotten bored of me. Is that it?" His smile faded and was replaced with an uncaring glare.

"That's not what I meant.."

"You're so selfish, you know? I give you a nice place away from all of the chaos to keep you safe, I'm constantly giving you my attention, and now you want to leave me." He let go of you and looked away, a scowl present on his face.

"I never said I wanted to leave you!"

"If you loved me, you'd stay here with me, and not put up a fight about wanting to leave."

So that's how it is...

Such a shame that he could get you to obey him so easily.

Leading you on with your own love.

"Sorry, I won't ask about it again..." you looked towards the ground, a guilt seeping into your heart, even though none of this was really your fault.

"Say you love me, and only me."

...

"I love only you."

He placed a finger under your chin and made you look up to him.

The smile he always held was back, as if it never disappeared in the first place.

"Yep! Only me!"

《☆》 Fin

Headcanons

Obsessed.

That's really the only word to describe him

Burns down towns and kills people 'in your name'.

You've hinted that you don't appreciate the actions

He never gets the hint, and if he does, he ignores them

Uses your love for him against you

Guilt trips you into agreeing with him a lot of the time

Has come home covered in blood numerous times

Acts like it's insignificant

Loves seeing you cry

He thinks it's cute, but he'll still 'comfort' you in way

Will wipe his bloodied hands on your face and whisk your tears away

Holds you close to him, even when he's the problem

Never gives you space

Sometimes you wish for the old him

You told him about it and he just laughed

Talks to everyone about you, but if they say your name, he kills them instantly

Thinks your name doesn't deserve to be spoken by people like them

If you ever died he'd probably lose it

You're his lifeline

It's... really not healthy.

[skazoo]

slow and blue and endless.

↳ kim taehyung x f!reader

someone stared at you through the window. you had always felt safe in your own home, shutting out the scary, real world. but a window is just glass, and glass… oh it breaks so, so easily.

length. 1.7k

genre. angst, yandere

warnings/tags. language, obsessive behavior, implied stalking, yandere themes, mind break, emotional manipulation, love bombing(?), mention of mental illnesses, physical violence, kinda gruesome allusion to murder, dark themes overall, minors advised to dni.

networks. none for this.

notes. [THIS IS A REPOST BC TUMBLR TAGS WON'T WORK AND I ALMOST CRIED<;3]

GAH these photos are so 80s serial killer making a creepy videotape that's gonna get edited in a true crime documentary coded...... i know you're seeing my vision, i KNOW it.... anywayyyyyy this is kinda not proofread, and i wrote it while i was supposed to be studying for my exams a while back!! because when am i inspired if not when i shouldn't be?? i hope you like it and i swear something is almost ready for me to publish please wait a little longer (for my engenes and atiny besties)

⚠️ it goes without saying that i in no way condone any obsessive/stalking/creepy/violent behavior and despite this being "x reader" i'm not in any way romanticizing anything i'm writing. also this, as you all know, is fiction and names are merely a narrating mean. ⚠️

i'm desperate for feedback and i love comments with your opinion!

(cross-posted on ao3 only)

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in a way you’ve always loved him. he knows. you don’t even have to say it out loud for him to be happy. 

but sometimes it feels like you take him for granted. sometimes you make him really, really angry and that, he can’t let pass. and it's not for his sake but for yours. always everything for you. he has to make you understand that there are things you can’t do if you want to stay safe from the outside world. safe from him, sometimes.

running away is one of those ugly, wretched things you know well he hates, and he slams you against the wall and drags you back through the front door into the house by your hair, he bashes your head on the kitchen counter, near the fire of the stove he’s been preparing lunch with to make you understand a concept you're apparently too dumb to grasp.

“what the fuck did i tell you about running, uh?” seething with undiluted rage .

“i just wanted to go outside, tae. i swear!”

“i said what the fuck did i tell you about running!? do you understand how much it would hurt me to see you go?!” his voice booms inside the walls of your head, an endless echo that makes bitter tears gather at the back of your eyes and spill over.

your face is burning. tongues of fire lick at your cheeks, a scorching caress that reminds you of taehyung's. his palm always leaves a brand behind, reminding him and yourself that he’s there. 

your hands scramble for his in a miserable attempt to lessen his hold. “i’m sorry, tae! so sorry, please! please!”

his closed fist in your hair pushes your head closer to the heat. “i’ll fucking kill you if i have to, you know that right–” it’s not a question, merely a promise, but you nod anyway, frantically, desperately– “they’ll never stop finding your body, baby. do you understand?” he screams and shakes you with his hands tight in your hair when you only cry in response.

“i said,” leaning in, mouth brushing over your ear. chills go down your back as his voice turns sickeningly mellow as if he’s whispering sweet nothings instead of threats, “do you understand?”

“yes! yes! god, yes i understand! tae, i’m so sorry! it’s all my fault! it’s all my fault!”

your mindless babbles seem to humor him and he moves your head at a safer distance. “and why is that?”

“ ‘twas my fault! i put myself in danger if i run. tae, please! i’m so sorry!” 

and you cry and cry and cry until you have nothing to give. until there’s only emptiness in your head that’s resting on his shoulder. until his shushes really feel reassuring. until he sits you down at the table to eat the lunch he prepared, the one that was so close to killing you. you nibble on it, too weak to really even taste the flavors.

he breaks the empty silence between you with a question. you startle at the sound of his voice and force your heavy eyes to focus on him.

“aren't you curious? about why i chose you?”

“no.”

he scrunches his eyebrows and regards you with a slightly displeased look that has you shrinking back on your chair. 

“but i want to tell you…” he whines.

you don’t say anything about his antics. despite him behaving like a child you’re terrified of what his reaction would be if you actually treated him like one, so you press your lips together and wait. 

“i like people that like me.” and it’s so simple how he says it. obvious, even.

“but why do you think i like you?” quietly, meekly.

he seems to like the question, his boxy smile one full of teeth that in other circumstances you would have found endearing. now it only makes him look like a predator, an animal, drool dribbling down his fangs, jaw ready to snap close around your neck if —and ultimately, when— you say or do the wrong thing. 

“oh, i was so happy, Y/N,” he coos, your name curling in his mouth with ease, as if you’re always been around each other, as if it belongs there, “that when i chose you, you came with me.”

your mouth gapes open at the absurdity of it all. you wonder if he really thinks that you wanted all of this, that you wanted to be taken from your home. you’d ask your old psychology professor if you’d be correct to label him as a narcissist of sorts. a man with too much power, and free time, and loneliness to exhaust all on himself that he had to go around looking for a scapegoat for his secret misery.  

“i didn’t– i didn’t come to you, taehyung. i didn’t have a choice.”

“so you were almost forced to come?”

“no,” it comes out more as a question than an answer and you lower your head in search of a way to rationalize the conversation at hand, “i was completely forced–”

“that’s what you tell yourself,” he retorts before you can even finish your sentence.

“it’s what i know is true,” you spit somewhat offended by his insinuation.  

his smile is a sick thing when you raise your head from the food on your plate —cold and uninviting. the smell alone makes you want to throw up. 

“are you sure?”

your anger leaves space for an unnerving sense of confusion. “what does that– what?”

your frown deepens as you watch him play around with his lunch. you follow his hands pushing back his glasses on his nose. the sick look of complacency that dances on his face seems to speak words that make the hairs at the back of your neck raise in dreadful anticipation. i know something about you that you don’t, his eyes say, and that alone is enough to make you want to scream.

he knows nothing!, you’d be shouting to the usually calm neighborhood, i haven’t told him anything about myself. he can’t know anything! he knows nothing! he knows nothing! you’d holler to the kids walking home from school hand in hand with their mothers who’d be looking at you with contempt, unaware of who lives among them. a wolf in sheep's clothing that could easily make you look like a psychopath. 

you’d do it, you swear to yourself that you’d do it all if it weren’t for the fact that you’ve got the inkling fear that you’ve truly gone mad. the doubt that crawls on your back and makes its way in your ears, slithering then, with much glee into your delusional brain.

how long have you been in this house? his house or the one you bought together once you finished college? did you meet him on a slow rainy day outside a coffee shop or did you catch him staring at you from the window before he broke in and took you from your bed, leaving behind torn sheets and a broken frame with a picture of your friends? does your mind deceive you? are you sane? is he?

it feels like you've had this exact same conversation with him an infinite number of times, always stuck in a loop of unease and sadness that you really can’t explain. loving looks sent your way melt into scary grimaces sometimes and all you can feel is guilt because that’s tae. your tae. the man you chose, the man that chose you.

you realize your vacant eyes are crying when you feel a thumb swipe your cheek with a gentleness that makes your stomach churn in disgust and again a voice tells you that there’s something wrong with you.

“baby, are you alright?”

the way you look at him does nothing to the sick warmth brewing in his stomach. your shiny little doe eyes peeking up at him from under wet lashes, asking for forgiveness that taehyung would never deny you. nose red from the frustration of being lost in your own mind and mouth parted as if to ask him to show you the way, the truth that you seem to have lost.

he stands up and rounds the table to you for you to bury your head in his chest. sobs shake your tired form.

“shh, it’s okay, baby. i swear everything it’s okay. it happens to forget.”

“i’m sorry, tae,” you plead through broken breaths. “i’m so sorry, please.”

he shushes you. lips plant themselves in the crown of your head, a hand rubs at your back soothingly.  

later, in the late evening, you lie in your bed. a bed. the sheets smell of him and the air you breathe does not feel like the one you're used to, but you’re calm. you think you are. maybe.

soft snores sound from behind you and you attempt to turn your head to make sure it’s him. 

“tae?” you let out a whisper. not one that expects itself to be heard.

“yeah?” voice hoarse from sleep.

“nothing.”

he buries his nose in the hair at the nape of your neck, inhaling the shampoo he bought for you. “what?”

“just wanted to make sure you were still here.”

“i’m always here, baby.”

you hum.

minutes pass slowly, like molasses, as if the hand of the seconds inside the alarm on your nightstand is fighting an invisible force, a wall of rubber that threatens to bounce time back. you think he’s fallen back asleep. breath slowing, chest heaving, lulling you to slumber.

you close your eyes. “tae?”

he doesn’t answer. a car alarm sounds from outside the closed curtains, its prolonged blaring bringing a certain agitation in your otherwise silent night. a breath of summer wind leaves bumps on your skin in its wake. you sigh and his arms tighten around your torso. an unconscious gesture, soft, loving.

“i dream of you–” you let your words sink into the air, into the boiling water you carry around in your lungs that doesn’t let you breathe properly, and you shiver again but not from the chill bite of the wind “–and it’s slow, and blue, and endless.”

behind you, taehyung’s mouth stretches into a smile.

in a way, you’ve always loved him. he’s certain of it now as he was before. and even if you didn’t, he will always make sure to make it a reality, one way or the other. wether you want it or not.

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[munsons-melody]

the russian starlette (part 2): the experiment

summary: after taking a job at starcourt, you accidentally get entangled with russians underneath the mall who decided to experiment on you, causing you to gain telekinetic powers

pairing: female!henderson!reader x steve harrington?

cw: injections, needles, open wound

word count:  4.5k

a/n: this part 2 of the russian starlette!! this part of the fic also takes place in s3/the summer of 1985 and follows the storyline of s3 closely, also feed back is always greatly greatly appreciated

✰ part one: the prelude

✰ part two: the experiment

✰ part three: the return (coming soon)

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。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

you woke up in a small room, laying on what looked like a hospital bed, the fluorescent lights flickering eerily above you

"what the fuck?" you whispered, attempting to get up before you realized you had been strapped down across your torso and arms down to your legs

panic set in as you tried to free yourself but there was no luck, the hard leather belt-looking straps were locked tightly to the bed, preventing you from escaping

"shit shit shit!" you whisper screamed to yourself

you knew there was no use in yelling for help being god knows how many feet underground

the door to your left opened to reveal a doctor with a clipboard, walking in

"oh you're awake, i was hoping to do this without a struggle but... here we are" the man said with a thick russian accent, staring at you with snake-like eyes

you started to hyperventilate as he picked up a syringe that was larger than your finger, this was one of your worst nightmares come to life, you were almost expecting his face to turn into freddy krueger, but this was real and you couldn't wake up

just then a different door swung open, a man dressed in a uniform came in with two other officers who stood by the door, almost as if to guard it if you tried to escape

"she's awake sir" he said and the general nodded, mumbling something to him and the doctor nodded, and the general walked towards you, his hard heels clicking on the ground

"please let me go, i promise i won't tell anyone" you pleaded you said through heavy breaths

"oh no we can't do that, we'd waste a valuable opportunity" he purred, and tears pricked your eyes, about to spill over

"what do you mean" you questioned in a panic and he smiled causing him to have the most unsettling look

"well you see, we ran some tests while you were out and you might be a habitable host for our newest experiment... we've been following closely to those children at that laboratory, one of which we believe to have opened the gate, we figured if we could create a person with similar powers... well they could do the same for us" he explained, picking up the syringe that the doctor had put down

"i would rather die than be your stupid little experiment!" you yelled out of fear

"oh well... i'm glad you're willing to die" he smiled at you, then he nodded at the doctor handed him the syringe, and the doctor walked to you

"wait! wait!" you said as he started near your arm

he stopped and you looked at the general who was watching intently

"if i do this, you have to let my friends go, please" you asked, hoping some how the plea deal would be convincing, and maybe, just maybe, steve or robin could come find your lifeless body and bring it to the surface

"aww, it's sweet you think you have a choice... you are our property now, you are going to be our weapon" he snarled before nodding to the doctor and starting to walk away

not even a second later, you felt a sharp prick in your arm and you shrieked, which you were sure could be heard for miles

"shit! fuck! no please no!" you cried out as you slowly felt a slosh of the liquid pump into your arm and he pulled the needle out

it was suddenly like there was icy hot flowing through your veins

the pain you were enduring felt like you were burning up but at the same time you were shivering as if you were in a blizzard

your heart was pounding so hard you thought it would burst out of your chest

your head felt dizzy and you couldn't even move due to the restraints keeping you stuck to the bed

'holy shit i'm going to die in an underground russian lab and i'm never going to see  my family or eddie ever again, no one will find my body, oh my god oh my god oh my god' you thought to yourself in a panic

oh how you prayed somehow you would make it out alive but as the black dots started crowding your vision as your breathing got heavier and heavier, you eventually felt the back of your head hit the bed and you were out

。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

you woke up with a gasp, the same alarms from earlier blaring in your ears

you felt hands around the straps that were holding you down and you looked to see erica speedily undoing the straps in a hazy blur

"erica?" you questioned as she finished untying the last one

"get ready to run!" she yelled as she helped you up and you nodded but as soon as your feet hit the floor, everything was out of sorts

it felt like you were blackout drunk, nothing made sense, and your body seemed to be moving faster than your brain could process

once out the door, you saw steve, robin, and dustin stumbling out of a room and running down the hall

"cmon!" erica yelled, grabbing your hand as the two of you ran to catch up with them

you struggled to run, it felt like your legs weren't yours but somehow you kept moving until you hit the red truck looking car and you stumbled in

"stevie" you muttered out, seeing him next to you

"oh! it's y/n! i love this girl!" he exclaimed, pulling you close

his lazy hug comforted you as the car started speeding off, knocking everyone around

"slow down it's like the indie 500!" you heard someone yell before closing your eyes again, the familiarity of steve's arms around you was soothing and reminded you of the times you would drunkenly fall into his frame after a stupid high school party that seemed lifetimes away from this very moment

all anyone was saying was just gibberish to you as you cuddled as close as you cuddled into your best friend, and it you felt like you didn't know where you were as you were dragged out of the car and back into the elevator

your body laid against the cool metal wall, which felt soothing to your flushed cheeks

"y/n! hey! what did they give you?" dustin asked, holding your head up with his hands, your eyes not being able to focus on his face in front of yours

"needle, poison..." you mumbled out before steve fell off the cart he was trying to surf on causing dustin to get up from you to aid steve

once again you were being dragged out of the elevator with erica guiding you as you ran away from the guards outside

the next moments were a blur before suddenly you were plopped down in the movie theatre in between steve and robin

feeling your eyelids gtt heavy, you dipped your head onto steve's shoulder

there was a few peaceful moments of bliss before your head shook, and you opened your eyes to see steve running and robin grabbing your hand and dragging you out of your chair and following them

as you moved faster than you could register, robin suddenly let go of your hand and ran to the water fountain

you attempted to follow them but suddenly you were moving sideways when you tried to move forward and god you were frustrated you couldn't do the simple task of walking forward in a straight line

you saw the water fountain and were determined to get there from where you stood, but as you trudged your legs over and took one more step, you felt the floor come up as the carpet hit your face and it was lights out

。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

"y/n... hey y/n... wake up" you heard a voice as a hand moved onto your face, slapping it lightly 

"huh?" you mumbled before opening your eyes to see you were in the mall bathroom with steve and robin 

"whatever the russians gave you, you need to throw it up, get it out of your system" robin said, brushing your hair back and tying it with a ponytail to keep it out of your face

"no" you complained, feeling like if you were to move you would die

this was the worst you've ever felt in your entire life; it felt like you were blackout drunk mixed with low blood sugar, heart pounding, nauseous, sweating like you had a fever while still shivering like you were in a snowstorm, head aching, along with feeling like you were hit by a train

all you wanted to do was just lay on the ground on the cold floor, letting your heavy body rest 

"cmon, get up, what did they even give you? truth serum?" steve asked, pulling your arms up in order to bring you over to the toilet

"i said no" you said with annoyance and moved your arms to push him off, but when you did, steve went flying back, hitting the sink and falling to the ground 

"holy fucking shit" he exclaimed, clamoring up the side of the same countertop he just hit, rubbing his back where it hit the countertop

"wait did you just do that to him?" robin asked frantically, turning her head to you

you moved your body to see him, but as you got up too fast, all of the contents in your stomach seemed to be moving with you

"oh god" you said, feeling the bile rise in the back of your throat 

you stumbled to the stall, puking your guts out, and it seemed with every passing second, you felt better and better 

after a few minutes, it started to slow, and you sat leaning against the wall, robin sitting on your right side 

"what the hell did they give you" robin asked as she slowly wiped your mouth with some toilet paper and brushed the hair out of your face, and helped to scoot you out of the stall

"uh, i- i don't know" you stammered out, looking at steve who was crouching down near you 

"after dustin left, and your head hit the wall, the guards took you to a separate room, they motioned to our outfits, i think that's why they kept steve and i together" robin explained as you nodded your head and it came back to you

"well, i woke up in a hospital looking room with a scary doctor-" 

"oh my god! we had the scary doctor too!" steve laughed and that brought a small smile to your face 

"yeah the really creepy one? he and this guy in a general's uniform came in and said they ran tests on me while i was out and said i was a 'habitable host' to their newest experiment, saying they wanted to create someone with powers like el to open the gate and then injected me with something" you explained and steve nodded 

"okay, so what you have superpowers now or something?" steve asked and robin looked at you confused 

"wait I'm sorry who's el, what superpowers?" robin asked confused 

"mike's girlfriend?... max's friend? the girl with the short brown hair?" steve said and robin shrugged

"i don't know any of those people you just mentioned," robin said back and steve rolled his eyes 

"whatever, look, do you have superpowers or not?" steve asked and you looked at him as if he had five heads

"how would i know that?" you snarked at him

"i don't know, do some wiggly woos with your fingers or something?" steve suggested 

"what do you mean wiggly woos? what do you think i'm like the scarlet witch or something?" you tried but robin interjected 

"scarlet witch or not, try and move... this roll of toiler paper" she said, picking it up and placing it on the ground 

"fine whatever, lets see if the russians turned me into a superhero" you said sarcastically and you looked at the simple roll of white toilet paper on the ground

you took in a breath, then stretched out your hand like you've seen the scarlet witch do in all her comics, and moved your hand up

to your amazement, the roll came up in the air with your hand, and it stayed there, parallel to your arm 

"holy shit!" robin laughed

"oh my god" steve muttered out 

you moved your hand away and the three of you watched the roll fall back onto the ground with a thud

you stared in silence at both of them, not knowing what to say before all three of you started laughing 

"oh my god! i have superpowers?" you gleefully exclaimed in disbelief 

"you are the scarlet witch!" steve laughed with an open mouth 

"okay, what the hell?" dustin said, slamming open the door to the bathroom, erica following close behind looking at the three of you laughing like stoners in a tickle fight 

"where the hell did you guys go?" erica asked

"yeah we told you to stay in the movie theatre" dustin said with annoyance, crossing his arms

"well we got thirsty so we had to get water and then we looked up at the lights in the ceiling and we ended up-"

"puking our guts out" robin interjected steve 

"so you're all totally okay now? you got it out of your system?" dustin asked and you looked at each other and nodded  

"yeah we're fine but-" you wanted to tell dustin about your powers, how you were suddenly able to move things with your mind but of course, being the little brother he is, interrupted you like usual 

"no buts, we have to get going before they find us, now cmon," he said in a stern tone before opening the door to peak out

"coast is clear, lets blend in with the crowd leaving the theatre," he told us before swiftly exiting the bathroom

everyone followed, walking with the crowd exiting the movie theatre, hearing chatters of "that was so good" or "i love the part about..." and it all blended into background noise when steve pointed out the large scary men, who resembled most of whom you'd seen in the hub of the underground russian base, checking the bags on the way out 

"abort... abort!" dustin said when one of the guards looked up to meet eyes with you, and you recognized he was one of the guards in the room with you in the Russian underground when you got injected 

he instantly recognized you as everyone turned around to run but instantly got stopped by the velvet ropes blocking off the escalators down to the second floor of the mall 

"quick this way," you said, immediately running to your right to where the back stairs were that only employees had access to

once behind the door, you looked through the small window only to see no one had followed you except for the one guard who had recognized you from before who was running to catch up 

you ran down the stairs to the bottom level and into the back hallways where you used to sneak into the movies with robin and steve after your shift had ended 

recognizing the back door into scoops ahoy, you quickly looked around you to see if the guard had caught up or not, and to your luck, he did not 

you quickly went in and shut the door as quickly as possible, not caring that the main entrance was locked from the outside, you knew you were safe as no one could see you  

you were trying to steady your breathing but the fear of imminent death was looming over you as you heard the crowd dissipate from the upstairs level, the mall getting eerily quieter and quieter 

the neon signs of other stores were the only light source within the dark walls of the store, your back pressing against the wall before sliding down, sitting against the cold tiles

you closed your eyes and listened very carefully to the sound of the hum of the fridge in front of you to calm your oncoming panic attack when suddenly your eyes opened again and you were standing in a vast, black abyss that seemed to be endless all areas around

you looked down to see your bare feet, submerged in about an inch of water, and you heard voices coming from the left of you 

as you turned your body you saw eleven, sitting on the ground in what looked like one of the mini-marts in town, with a blindfold around her eyes 

you walked closer, and it was as if she noticed your presence, she took off the blindfold and looked up at you, a confused expression written across her face

"y/n?" she asked and you nodded 

"how are you here?" she asked slowly, the confusion still present

"um, it's a long story that involves russians but we're all at starcourt, we need help, the russians have us stuck and i think they're about to kill us" you said and she nodded at you before disappearing into dust 

"eleven? el?" you screamed into the void around you before you opened your eyes and you were back in the mall

。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

after what seemed to be around ten minutes, you decided to venture out to find the others, as sitting in the cold scoops ahoy back room had done nothing 

you walked to the front of the store and saw the big metal chain door that kept unwanted visitors out and saw the lock on the bottom 

looking at your hand, you decided to test your powers, see if they even still worked after the one attempt from earlier

you stretched out your hand and looked at the lock when suddenly you noticed guards walking around, no doubt looking for the others

you quickly backed into the shadows so they wouldn't notice you and you heard one of them speak into his shoulder radio as he was nearing great cookie, causing the others to follow his lead and walk over there as well

suddenly, the alarm in the car that sat in the middle of the mall (the one that you, steve, and robin would often wonder and talk about how they even got it inside the mall cause of course, the simple idea of driving it in seemed mad to the three of you) went off, causing you to jump and your heart to start racing even faster

you watched as they walked closer to the car, confused out of their minds why it suddenly went off but they didn't think about it much longer as the car lifted up out of the air and slammed into all of them, smashing into the side of the counter 

you saw a figure come into view on the second floor above near the jazzercise place, and you felt tears of relief prick your eyes as you saw el standing there with nancy, jonathan, mike, lucas, will, and max behind her

looking down at the lock, you thought to yourself that opening this seemed to be easier than throwing a car, so you sucked in a deep breath and stretched out your hand, focusing your energy on the lock 

you heard steps and saw everyone had come down to the second level, hearing dustin mention something about a 'hot wheel' and looked up to see him hugging mike and el when you emembered you needed to be focused on the task in front of you 

you raised your hand, feeling the familiar tingle and vibration emitting from your hand that you felt earlier when moving the roll of toiler paper, and watched as the padlock slowly came unlocked and you moved it over, lifting up the doorway now that it was unlocked 

the noise made everyone look in your direction as you ran to them 

"y/n!" steve and dustin said together as you ran to steve's arms 

"where did you go? we were so worried" steve asked, kissing the top of your head

"i told you guys to follow me and when i looked back you were gone so i hid in the back of scoops" you explained, his arm held tight around your waist

"i don't understand.. what happened to that car?" robin questioned 

"el has superpowers," dustin told her and she looked at you 

"oh like y/n?" she asked, causing everyone to look at you 

"what?" dustin asked you 

"yeah the russians injected her with something and now she has superpowers, its a whole thing but... she's basically like el now" steve interjected before you had a chance to speak 

"wait who's el?" robin asked in confusion 

"i'm sorry... who are you?" nancy asked and robin smiled 

"i'm robin, i work with steve" she explained 

"she and y/n helped crack the secret code-" dustin was soon interrupted by steve

"yeah which was how we found out about the russians" steve explained 

once everyone knew about the underground russians, the talking intensified as questions were thrown everywhere when you looked over to see el fall over 

"guys!" you yelled running to her, as everyone came over to see what happened 

"my leg" she whimpered out

nancy and jonathan unwrapped the bandage to show something moving around in her leg, causing everyone to groan in disgust  

chaos started again when it was decided they had to try and get it out of her leg, with jonathan running over to get a knife and a wooden spoon 

her screams intensified as you gripped onto steve's arm, watching them cut her leg open, with jonathan's fingers swimming around in the open wound in order to fish it out but it was no use 

between robin's rambling about some girl on her soccer team, dustin looked over at you 

"y/n use your powers! get it out!" dustin said in a frantic tone 

"i- don't know how" you said when nancy looked at you 

"i don't want to hurt her" you continued 

"y/n, you won't hurt her, she'll be okay i promise" nancy said with kind eyes and you nodded 

jonathan backed off, leaving you room to help 

you held your hand up, and focused on the wound on el's leg, 

feeling the slight electric vibrations in your hand, you knew it was working as you saw the squirming piece of flesh fly out of her body and you threw your arm in the opposite direction of everyone, causing it to fly before falling on the ground

everyone looked over to see where it went, and in doing so, noticed joyce, hopper, and murray standing there and you felt a sense of relief knowing real adults were here to help 

。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

the plan had been set in action, and as quickly as you left the mall in the 'toddfather' you were right on your way back with steve speeding at an alarming rate 

you had swerved back into the parking lot, noticing what looked like billy's car headed straight for nancy who was standing in front of her mom's car with a handgun, shooting at the oncoming car

"he's not gonna stop! he's gonna hit her!" you yelled to steve 

"no he's not" he said to you, accelerating even faster towards billy's car, and you grabbed the side of the door, bracing for the impact

"holy shit!" you heard robin scream as the toddfather rammed into billy's car, spinning you around before steve got control of the wheel and straightened out, slamming on the brakes

his breathing was heaving, and your heart didn't have a second to rest as you heard loud growls coming from the mall and all three of you looked up to see the most horrifying and large flesh creature standing over top of the mall 

"get in!" nancy yelled in your direction, and you all clambered out of the toddfather and into the back of the station wagon as jonathan sped off

you sat in the car next to steve, his hand instinctively lacing with yours as you watched from the back of the car as the creature chased after the car

"steve if we're going to die, i just wanted to let you know that you are one of the most amazing humans ever" you choked out, wiping tears from your cheek 

"y/n i'm not going to let us die, i promise" steve told you when he was interrupted by dustin's voice on the radio, along with suzie's, talking about plank's constant 

when suddenly, they started singing the song from the neverending story and all you could think was 'god i regret taking him to see that movie last summer because why in the fuck is he singing that with his girlfriend at a time like this'

the creature then turned around and stopped chasing the car, and you knew it was headed back to the mall, so jonathan swung the car around and you started speeding back towards the mall again to see why it was called back there

once there, there was not a second to breathe as everyone ran into the mall with baskets and handfuls of fireworks and we all saw billy lay el down right in front of the creature 

"flay this you ugly piece of shit!" lucas yelled as everyone started hurling all the fireworks at the mind flayer, the explosions of color lighting up the mall as the loud booms started continuously repeating like drums on the front line of war

"y/n listen to me, you need to go down there and help el, if you have powers like her then you can stop this!" nancy said, grabbing your shoulders, your worried eyes staring at her in disbelief 

"i can't" you yelled out of fear, shaking your head

"go y/n go! we can man up here!" jonathan yelled at you and the pressure made you immediately throw your next firework and run down the employee steps again 

by the time you ran down, you saw el lying there with billy standing in front of her, almost as if to shield her from the monster 

adrenaline coursed through your veins, and everything seemed like it was in slow motion but you walked forward, moving your hands out and lifting up el's body with your powers, you quickly moved her back near one of the stores 

looking up, you held your hands out to the monster, feeling the same electric vibrations course through your hands and fingers as you were focused on just making the monster go away 

billy looked back at you, a mix of sadness and anger in his eyes, but he didn't move 

the adrenaline came in tenfold as you felt every piece of energy you had leaving your body with every second, and you weren't sure how long you had until you felt like you were going to pass out 

when suddenly sparks of white energy started floating out of your hands and towards the monster, lifting it up into the air, and you watched as it slowly dissipated piece by piece in front of your eyes 

you kept trying to hold on but the lack of energy in your body was getting too overwhelming, the screams from the others and the groans from the mind flayer were deafening, and it was all too much when suddenly it was nothing 

。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

you awoke in a hospital bed, this time in Hawkins Memorial Hospital, without the straps on the bed like before and you looked to your right to see steve asleep on the hard plastic chair with dustin to your left on the comfy plush chair by the window 

"steve" you croaked out and he stirred, so you said his name again, this time a bit louder than before, causing him to wake up 

"oh hey, hey, no no don't move i'll come to you" he said in a soft voice, scootching the chair towards your bed side 

"what happened?" you asked, running the pad of your thumb over the bandages where the cuts laid on his face

"after you destroyed the mind flayer, you passed out and were out for the past 20 hours" he explained when you looked down to see he was still in his scoops ahoy uniform 

"wait you didn't go home to change?" you asked, moving your hand down to the collar of his shirt, feeling the fabric, and looking up from your hand to meet his eyes 

"i didn't know when you'd wake up and i didn't want you to be alone, but don't worry dustin updated your mom on everything, oh and speaking on the mall stuff... dr. owens from the lab took control of the situation, we have to say it was a fire that destroyed the mall instead of.. ya know" he chuckled dryly and you nodded 

"here get some rest, i'll let your mom know you're here" steve said softly, helping adjust your blankets, 

he gave you a kiss on the forehead, and with that, your eyes closed, and you drifted off to sleep

to be continued...

[solomons-poison]

Ugh I saved the asks to my drafts to work on it and now Tumblr won't let me edit it so I'm tagging you instead 😑 @yarnnerdally This one kind of escaped the requested prompt but I hope you enjoy lol

♞: Caring for each other while ill

Pairing: Nanami Kento x GN!reader

When you first heard a sneeze in your classroom, a feeling of dread immediately filled your chest. You tried to brush it off, attribute it to simple allergies or some dust. But once your other students started to sneeze as well, you knew what was coming. It was cold and flu season, and everyone seemed to be coming down with something, leaving you surrounded by the sick.

You had tried your best to maintain distance with your students and keep up with hygiene and sanitation, but it was too late by then. It was to no one's surprise when you fell ill, sniffling and coughing and sore all over. Poor Nanami had recently moved in with you, and between training the same students and sharing a space with you, he quickly followed suit.

Despite Gojo's repeated efforts and offers to look after you both, you and Nanami decided to quarantine in your home instead, thankfully recently stocked with tissues and cold medicine. It was a little strange at first, admittedly, being stuck together like this without your students to interrupt. But perhaps this was the opportunity for some one on one time with your boyfriend.

You knew, deep down, that Nanami was a caretaker. It was evident in the way he handled the students, always thoughtful and caring in the way he spoke to them and taught them how to fight. But it became even more apparent in his care for you. Although he was equally as sick, the man was unstoppable, cooking warm, comforting food for you and fetching you things for your fever and cough. Often times, he knew what you needed before even you knew, warming your heart at just how sweet he was. So you did your best to reciprocate, making him rice porridge, tea with honey, and getting him warm compresses for his aching muscles. You were both suffering, but at least, you supposed, you were suffering together.

The whole situation was also giving you terrible daydreams of what married life would be like with Nanami. You didn't like to assume where the relationship was going, although him moving in wasn't a minor move by any means, especially by his standards. But as he showed his expert skills at caring for you, you just couldn't help it.

Gojo, who had been checking up on the two of you daily, seemed to pick up on your feelings without even mentioning it to him, something you always found irritating about him just as much as it was useful. Just as the same daydream began to cross your mind again, your phone chimed with an incoming text.

[7:26PM] Satoru☆: soooo what do you think Nanamin would be like when you're married? 💒

You could feel your face heat up at the question, and you knew the cause wasn't your cold. Thankfully Nanami was busy cooking dinner, giving you time to respond, but you could imagine the exasperated sigh he'd let out if he caught sight of Gojo's message.

[7:29PM] You: We literally just moved in together, we're not even thinking of marriage yet

It was a lie, but you'd be damned if you'd admit your daydreams to Gojo so easily.

[7:30PM] Satoru☆: oh please, moving in together is the same as getting married for him

[7:31PM] Satoru☆: and anyway you can't tell me that him taking care of you doesn't make you think about it?

Damn him and his annoying perceptiveness. You deigned not to answer his question, but Gojo never made it easy to ignore him, as your phone blew up with several more messages.

[7:35PM] Satoru☆: cmonnnnn Y/N you know you've thought of it ;)

[7:36PM] Satoru☆: Y/NNNNNN

[7:37PM] Satoru☆: helloooooooo

[7:38PM] Satoru☆: you can't ignore me forever, you know you've thought about husband Nanamin before 💖

You couldn't help the exasperated sound that left your mouth, rolling your eyes at his childish behavior. You finally went to reply to his texts when someone took the phone out of your hands. Looking up, Nanami now held your phone, looking at you worriedly before glancing at the contact name on your phone.

"I was trying to tell you dinner is ready, but you weren't responding. I heard your phone keep going off so I thought something happened, but I see now it's just a pest," he said, brows furrowing in distaste. Nanami always tried to shield you from the annoyances of his colleague, making you smile.

"It's just Gojo. He's just being silly while he checks up on us. It's nothing to worry about," you said.

"I see," he replied, now looking over the text messages. You worried for a moment about what he would say, but Nanami simply huffed before typing out a response.

[7:41PM] You: This is husband Nanamin. Stop texting my spouse or I will have to block you.

He quickly sent the message, not allowing you to see what he wrote, before setting your phone to silent and tossing it onto the couch. He then pulled you up and into his arms, his face finally relaxing.

"That should distract him for a little bit. Now, come eat some dinner prepared by your loving husband," he said, leaning down to peck your lips.

Instantly, you could feel your cheeks burning, and you struggled for a response. Nanami only smiled at you before turning to the kitchen, leaving you a flustered mess. Perhaps getting sick was the best thing that could have happened to you two.

[genshinluvr]

Drunken Desires

Pairings: Various Genshin Men x Isekai'd!Reader

Summary: You've consumed way more alcohol than you thought. You ended up getting drunk from drinking an entire bottle of wine, causing you to not remember certain men and the fact that you're not dating them. And you mistook the fifteen men for strangers whom you've cheated on your boyfriends with (spoiler, you didn't cheat on anyone, you're just drunk and confused as fuck)

Note: As you are all reading this, I am currently in LA at anime expo with my friend right now. She's visiting for a week and I won't be able to fully work on my fanfics as much as I would hope to. Next week's fanfic will most likely be a shorter fic compared to the other fanfics that I have posted in the past 🥲 But we'll see! Though I can't promise that the next fanfic will be a long fanfic like the others and I think next week's work will also be a request. But who knows 🤔 To my new and returning readers, I post on AO3 as well, so if you have an AO3 and see a work similar to this, it’s me (Aaliah_exo on AO3). I don’t post anywhere else but on Tumblr (Genshinluvr) and on AO3 (Aaliah_exo).

Warnings: You consume alcohol and you're drunk as fuck, the Genshin Men are testing to see if you're loyal to them (mainly to mess with you and see how'd you react to it)

Word Count: 6k

This is bad, this is bad! You knew that you couldn’t drink much alcohol, and what did you do? You drank alcohol! Way more than you can take, and here you are, drunk out of your mind. You looked at the glass cup in front of you, then at the empty bottle of wine in front of you. The bottle of wine was pretty big, and yet, you somehow managed to drink the entire thing without giving yourself alcohol poisoning. Your heart was doing that weird thing again; it was racing against your chest and skipping beats. That’s not normal at all, or was it? You don’t drink enough alcohol to be able to tell whether it’s normal or not.

“Fuck.” You whispered, leaning against the counter with your hands covering your eyes. “I shouldn’t have gone overboard with that.” You mumbled to yourself.

Why did you decide to drink in the first place? You try to go through your memories to recall what has caused you to go overboard with drinking a large bottle of wine that was stored away in the liquor cabinet. So far, you couldn’t think of a scenario that caused you to want to down an entire bottle of wine. Most people tend to overdrink just to forget something, right? Or maybe to cope with the issues in their life, perhaps? 

“Oh, fuck.” You grunted, feeling your heart skip another beat. 

The feeling of your heart skipping a beat felt so weird, and you hated the feeling of it. Your heart was fluttering in your chest, and it felt so odd, almost uncomfortable even. You pressed your hands against your breast bone, face scrunching up as you doubled over the counter, forehead pressed up against the marble surface.

“What happened in here?!” You jolted up when you heard Diluc exclaim from the living room. You peeked from the kitchen, only to see all fifteen men walk into the abode looking just as confused as you were. Because how the hell did you end up in this situation? You were drunk out of your mind despite not liking alcohol as much. You quickly retreated back to the kitchen, staring at the half-empty glass of wine in your hand.

“Should I finish this up?” You think to yourself, staring at the glass cup of wine in your trembling hands. Why were your hands trembling? Could it be from the wine?

“Where’s [Y/N]?” Kaeya asks, stepping over the shattered glass cup in the living room. Oh, speaking of glass cups, how many cups of wine have you had in total?

“I don’t know. [Y/N] stormed out of the tavern and didn’t reply when we tried to get them to come back.” You hear Gorou sigh softly; he sounded upset. 

Wait, you stormed out of the tavern? You were at the bar with the men this entire time but ended up storming out of the tavern? Why did you storm out of the tavern again? You try going through your memory of a few hours prior to you getting drunk in the abode, but you can’t remember a single thing that had happened before you got drunk.

“Well, before we left the abode, there wasn’t any broken glass on the floor. I assume that [Y/N] may or may not have broken the glass when they returned to the abode.” Dainsleif says. 

“But the broken glass is a wine cup. Why would [Y/N] break a wine glass?” Scaramouche asks, raising his eyebrows at Dainsleif.

“Perhaps [Y/N] wanted a drink when they got home rather than drinking at the tavern,” Kazuha suggested.

“But [Y/N] doesn’t drink alcohol. They’re not a huge fan of alcohol and liquor.” Albedo interjects.

You were so busy listening in on the conversation that you didn’t hear footsteps approaching to where you were standing in the kitchen. Childe stops in his tracks when his eyes land on where you stood, leaning against the counter, your head propped up on your left arm while you stirred the wine inside of the glass wine cup with your right hand. Your eyes were glazed over as you stared off into space, not paying attention to your surroundings, and your face was bright red from the alcohol that you’ve consumed. Childe has never seen you this red before, not even the time when you’ve tried alcohol from Teyvat before. Childe approaches where you stood, wraps his arms around your waist, and rests his chin on your shoulders, his nose pressing up against your neck, breathing in your scent.

“So, this is where you’ve been the entire time we were all looking for you?” Childe asks, leaning his head close to where your face was. 

You stared at Childe, dazed and confused. Archons, do you know how adorable you look? Childe smiles at you and brushes the tiny drop of wine from the corner of your lips. Childe lifts his thumb up and licks the wine drop off his fingers, keeping eye contact with you. Your gaze falls onto his hands, then back up at his face, blinking at him owlishly. 

“You guys were looking for me?” You finally asked.

Childe nods his head at your question, “Of course, we were looking for you! We were worried sick.” Childe sighs softly, pinning you against the kitchen counter.

“O-Oh. Well, I don’t really remember much.” You stuttered, eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

“That’s okay! As long as you made it to the abode safely, that’s all that matters.” Childe coos, pressing a kiss on your forehead. “My, you’re quite red.” Childe chuckles, cupping your face in his hands.

“I drank too much.” You mumbled, rubbing your eyes tiredly. “I regret drinking in the first place.”

“Oh, do you now?” He coos, pressing his forehead against yours. You blinked at Childe tiredly, seeing that he was closing his eyes and leaning in much closer to your face. Your eyes widened, and you pushed him away from you, droplets of wine spilling on the floor of the kitchen.

“No!” You screamed, startling Childe and the others in the living room. You hear a hoard of footsteps approaching where you and Childe stood. 

“What’s going on?!” Xiao demanded, getting between you and Childe, before shooting a glare at the ginger-haired Harbinger.

“He tried to kiss me!” You squeaked, pressing yourself up against the counter.

“[Y/N], why are you red?” Itto asks, approaching you slowly, just to make sure that he didn’t scare you off like how Childe almost scared you off.

“Oh, dear archons, were you drinking?” Zhongli asks, walking over to you.

“Don’t come any closer!” You blurt out, causing Zhongli to stop in his tracks.

“Are you still upset with what has happened in the tavern?” Venti asks. 

You let out a shaky sigh and attempted to place the half-empty wine glass on the counter, only for you to miss. The glass cup falls to the ground and shatters everywhere. You couldn’t help but visualize the wine as blood; it was so dark, so red, just like blood.

“Wow, I have way too much.” You whispered, clutching your head with a weak sigh. Your heart continues to drum against your chest, occasionally skipping beats, causing you to wince at the strange feeling.

“[Y/N], how much did you drink?” Ayato asks. You shrugged your shoulders before grabbing the large empty bottle of wine on the counter.

“This much, I think.” You reply. You turned the bottle of wine over, causing the men to jolt forward, only to realize that the bottle was completely empty. Baizhu and Thoma approached you. Baizhu took the bottle from your hands and placed it on the counter, then looked at you, the broken glass cup of wine on the floor next to your feet, then at the shattered glass in the living room.

“How much was left in this bottle of wine before we all left to the tavern?” Baizhu asks.

“Last time I remembered, the bottle of wine was half full,” Thoma answers, looking over at where you stood. You were slightly swaying on your feet, eyes hazy, face tomato red, breathing was labored. You looked like you could pass out at any given moment.

“[Y/N], did you drink all of the wine?” Zhongli asks softly.

“To be honest, I don’t know. I lost count at how many cups I’ve consumed.” You muttered, scratching your cheeks with your right hand.

“If you don’t mind me asking, why did you scream ‘no’ at Childe?” Diluc asks, leaning against the kitchen wall.

“He tried to kiss me.” You reply. After hearing your response, the fourteen men turned to Childe with a heated glare. They all look like they were ready to pounce on Childe and rip his hair out of his scalp for attempting to kiss you.

“Doesn’t he always try to kiss you?” Itto asks, sighing softly.

“I have boyfriends already! Kissing another man would make me unfaithful.” You answered, letting out an angry huff of breath before crossing your arms over your chest. The men stare at you, trying to process what you’ve just said to them. BoyfriendS? Like, the word boyfriend with the letter ‘s’ at the end of it? You consider them to be your boyfriends even though they haven’t officially asked you to be theirs? They’re not complaining! It just caught them off guard, that’s all.

“Oh? Well, what are your boyfriends like?” Kaeya asks, approaching you with a smile on his face. 

You stared at Kaeya skeptically, watching him stop in front of you before he wrapped his arms around your waist, his thumb lightly rubbing your hipbone. As much as you like the feeling of the beautiful tanned man in front of you massaging your hipbones, you have to snap out of it. What if your boyfriends walk in on you getting a little bit too close and personal with the gorgeous man in front of you?

“Listen, gorgeous tanned man; I am a faithful lover, okay?” You said, placing your hand on Kaeya’s soft lips. “You cannot tempt me with that gorgeous smile of yours. It’s not going to work on me, lover boy.” You pat his cheeks gently before moving out of his grasp.

“Well, good to know that [Y/N] is a faithful drunk and lover.” Ayato chuckles, shaking his head.

“But you haven’t answered Kaeya’s question yet, [Y/N],” Venti says, hopping on the counter next to you, staring down at you with his beautiful aqua green eyes.

“Oh! Right!” You said. 

You fall silent, trying to remember what the beautiful tanned man has asked you, only for the question to not appear in your head. Great, why is your memory so awful? You laughed sheepishly before scratching the back of your head, not knowing how else to respond to the question that you seemed to have forgotten in a short amount of time.

“What was the question again? I don’t really remember.” You said, feeling your face heat up with embarrassment.

“After we get you sober, I believe that we should perform some tests on you,” Albedo says softly, looking at you worriedly. Baizhu nods his head to Albedo’s comment. Forgetting things is normal, but forgetting something a few minutes after it has happened is a little bit concerning. The men knew that you didn’t have the best memory, but they were just hoping that it was the alcohol that was affecting how you retain information. You did mention once that you had hit your head many times when you were a child; maybe all those years of hitting your head on the ground or on an object are catching up to you.

“Tests? What do you mean by tests?” You look at Albedo with wide eyes.

“Oh, just a memory test. Nothing scary or complicated.” Baizhu reassures you, patting your head lightly.

“The question that Kaeya has asked you was about your boyfriends,” Kazuha commented, the corner of his lips rising. 

“What are they, your boyfriends, like?” Xiao asks. He crosses his arms over his chest as he waits for you to answer Kaeya’s burning question.

“They’re all handsome, sweet, smart, funny. My boyfriends care about me a lot, and it makes me really happy.” You reply, pressing both of your hands on your cheeks when you feel your face heating up for the trillionth time today. You couldn’t tell whether it was from the alcohol or if it was from admiring the men you care for.

“Do you have a favorite among your boyfriends?” Scaramouche asks.

You shake your head, “I don’t have favorites among my boyfriends. If I did, I wouldn’t be dating all of them, would I?” you ask.

“Alright, that’s a fair point.” Dainsleif chuckles.

“How are you feeling right now? You’re not feeling nauseous, are you?” Gorou asks, looking at you worriedly when you begin to sway on your feet slightly.

“I’m just tired. I had too much alcohol.” You sighed, rubbing your eyes tiredly.

“Are you still upset with us, [Y/N]?” Thoma asks softly, placing a gentle hand on your shoulders. 

“Why would I be upset with you guys? I don’t even remember what happened.” You answered, giving Thoma a questioning look.

“So, these boyfriends of yours, do they know that you drink alcohol?” Diluc asks, raising his eyebrows.

“They know that I don’t drink alcohol or can’t drink alcohol. I don’t even know my alcohol tolerance because I’m not a fan of alcohol, and I usually stop drinking if it’s too much for me.” You explained, stroking your chin.

Zhongli stares at you intently before asking, “What made you go over that limit of yours?” 

“Yeah! What pushed you to drink the entire bottle of wine?” Itto exclaims, startling you and the others around him.

“How am I supposed to give you all the answers when I don’t even know the answer myself?” You sighed in defeat, shoulders slouching.

“They have a point,” Baizhu mutters. 

Venti lightly pats your head with a smile on his face before hopping down from the counter. “You can always count on us, [Y/N]! We’ll always be there for you no matter what!” Venti chirps happily.

“Why would I trust a bunch of men who aren’t my boyfriends?” You ask, narrowing your eyes at the men in front of you.

“If we weren’t your boyfriends, then how would we have entered the abode effortlessly?” Gorou crosses his arms over his chest with a small huff of breath.

“Okay, well, you guys have a point there.” You said, blinking at Gorou, who was now standing in front of you. Gorou presses his hands up against your forehead to feel your temperature. Other than your face being hot from the alcohol, it could also be from embarrassment since you have no idea how many times you’ve embarrassed yourself in front of the handsome men that stood before you.

“Wow, all of you guys are so pretty.” You breathed, eyes scanning each men’s face. You shook your head to snap yourself out of your daydream of the men who weren’t your boyfriends. You cleared your throat awkwardly with an exasperated sigh. “I mean, you guys are pretty, but not as pretty as my boyfriends.” You quickly added, turning your head to the side to glare at the floor in front of you.

“Oh, really? I believe that we look better than your boyfriends.” Ayato says, approaching you with a sly smile on his face. 

He pins you against the counter, his arms caging you in as he stares down at you. The smile on his face was not only beautiful, but it was enchanting. You couldn’t help but feel yourself being drawn in by his breathtaking smile. You didn’t know what made you feel so attracted by that smile of his. Was it the cute mole below his mouth? The sweet, soft gaze he has on while he stares down at you? The way he towers over you, his blue hair falling over his eyes? You blinked, only to see that his face was much closer to yours now. Oh, dear archons! Is he about to kiss you!?

“No, stop! I have boyfriends, didn’t I tell you that!?” You screeched, turning your head away from the handsome man. You feel his lips press against your cheeks, making you even more flustered than you already were. “I am a loyal significant other!” You grabbed Ayato by the face and pushed his face away from yours, your face pinching in discomfort and disgust.

“Oh, yeah. [Y/N] is definitely a loyal lover to their boyfriends.” Thoma chuckles.

“We haven’t officially asked them to be our significant other just yet,” Xiao mutters to Thoma, eyeing your drunken state with worry. 

“Alright, alright, that’s enough! Don’t tease them any further.” Dainsleif sighs, pulling Ayato back by the back of his jacket. The way Dainsleif pulled Ayato away from you reminded you of how mother cats would grab their kittens by the scruff. It was adorable, almost.

“I will not be tempted by all of your handsome looks!” You exclaimed, hopping on the counter and scooting away from the men in front of you. You need to find a quick exit, or else more men will continue to tempt you to cheat on your beloved boyfriends whom you care for the most and love dearly.

“Ah! [Y/N], please be careful! You’re going to hurt yourself if you don’t watch where you’re going!” Kazuha says, his eyes widening in fear when he saw how close you were to the edge of the counter. What if you slipped off of the counter and ended up injuring yourself? They will never forgive themselves if it were to happen.

“Pfft! I’ll be fine! Don’t try to tempt me with that cute puppy dog eyes of yours, red stripes.” You said, pointing an accusing finger at Kazuha. Kazuha stares at you before looking at the others, who shrugged in response. How in the world was Kazuha supposed to respond to that. Was he staring at you with puppy dog eyes? If he were, you’d be the only person he’d stare at that way.

“[Y/N], please be careful. We don’t want you to get hurt.” Albedo says softly, debating whether he should step forward and yank you off of the counter before you could hurt yourself or not. He didn’t want to scare you off while you were on the edge of the marble counter. You let out another sharp exhale of breath, crossing your arms over your chest, and stuck your nose up in the air like an insolent child. It was very clear (or it should be) that you were not going to listen to anything they said because, in your drunken state, you assume that the men were nothing but handsome strangers to you.

“Dammit, [Y/N]! Get your ass off that counter right now, or else I’m going to smack your ass!” Scaramouche scowls; you can see the fire raging in his beautiful indigo eyes. Wait, did he say he was going to smack your ass if you weren’t going to get off of the counter immediately?

“You’re going to spank me!?” You screeched, staring at Scaramouche, appalled at what he had said to you. 

Scaramouche does a double-take at your question, his face immediately turning scarlet red at your misunderstanding. The other men around you stifled their laughter behind their hands while you continued to look at Scaramouche in horror. How dare a strange yet handsome man threatens to spank you! The audacity! Although you wouldn’t mind if a handsome fellow like Scaramouche would spank you— wait a minute. You shook your head at a vigorous pace, patting your reddening cheeks with both of your hands. 

“Snap out of it, you pervert!” You scold yourself internally.

“I mean, if you’re into spanking, I believe that we can all bring it into the bedroom.” Kaeya chuckles, giving you an alluring smile. 

Archons, why is this tanned man so fucking tempting?! You were almost shocked to see that he wasn’t a siren that was trying to lure you in with his gorgeous smile, his beautiful tanned skin, and those eyes of his! Well, his one eye, to be more specific. Your eyes fall on Kaeya’s boob window. You look up at Kaeya, only to see him give you a teasing smile. Oh, archons! Kaeya has caught you staring at his boob window!

“I wasn’t staring at anything; it was staring at me first!” You sputtered. Kaeya snorted and looked away from you, his body shaking with silent laughter while he covered his mouth with his hands.

“[Y/N], please get down from there. We don’t want you to get hurt!” Zhongli pleaded.

“How did you know my name, Mister Gorgeous Handsome?” You look at Zhongli with wide eyes, your mouth agape. 

“You’d be surprised to hear this, but we all know you, and you live with all of us.” Itto lets out a loud laugh, startling you.

“Oh my gosh, so what you’re saying is…” You trailed off, the realization hitting you like a mitachurl that came at you full force. “I’ve been cheating on my boyfriends this entire time!?” You screeched. The fifteen men deflate at your question. How in the world are they going to reason with someone that was drunk out of their mind?

“[Y/N], sweetheart, no.” Thoma sighs, face palming.

“Hey! No calling me sweetheart, blondie! Only my boyfriends can call me that.” You sniffled, your bottom lips trembling.

“No, no, no! Please don’t cry, [Y/N]! Everything will be okay!” Gorou says, his eyes widening at the sight of your tearful gaze and shaking bottom lip.

“How can I not cry when I have been an unfaithful lover this entire time!?” You wailed. 

At this point, everyone was panicking and was trying to decide on how they were going to calm you down. Not only were you emotional, but you were putting yourself at risk with the amount of alcohol you’ve consumed and by sitting at the very edge of the kitchen counter with your back facing the open. You let out a shaky sigh and wiped your tears away; you mumbled incoherent words to yourself. How could you proudly proclaim that you’re a faithful lover when you live with fifteen men that weren’t your boyfriends? What would they do if they found out that their most precious significant other was living under the same roof as other men that weren’t them? Would they break up with you immediately and never look back? This day just kept getting worse and worse for you!

“[Y/N], please calm down! You’re going to hurt yourself!” Venti pleaded.

You ended up falling over, but you were lucky enough to have Diluc catch you before you could meet the wooden floors of the abode. You stared up at Diluc while he stared down at you. You couldn’t tell if Diluc was angry at you or if he was worried about you. Either way, Diluc had this strange expression on his face that you couldn’t describe at all.

“Please be careful, [Y/N]. If I wasn’t here to catch you, who would’ve caught you instead of me?” Diluc chides you gently.

“Uh, I would’ve caught them if they were to fall.” The other fourteen men respond in unison. They give each other the side-eye before looking back over to where you and Diluc are at.

“Hehe, I guess you can say that I fell for you.” You joked, catching Diluc off guard. Diluc stares at you with wide eyes, his cheeks turning bright pink from your pickup line. “Oh crap, I shouldn’t have said that! What’s wrong with me!?” You grumbled, thrashing around Diluc’s arms, causing Diluc to lose his grip on you. You crash to the ground with a loud thud; everyone around you lets out an audible gasp.

“[Y/N]! Are you okay?!” Xiao exclaims.

“I’m okay! I’m okay! No need to worry about me!” You quickly waved them off as you scrambled to get up from the floor. You ended up slamming the top of your head against the corner of the marble countertop, a loud thump resonating throughout the area.

“Ow! Fuck!” You whined, seeing the stars dance in your vision after hitting your head hard.

“[Y/N]!” The men exclaimed, rushing over to where you sat while clutching onto the area where you’ve hit your head on the marble countertop.

“Are you okay?!” Kaeya asks, squatting down in front of you to help you up from the floor while you were muttering a string of curses to yourself.

“Oh my gosh!” Venti gasps, wincing when he hears the sound of your head hitting the table.

“A clumsy drunk is what they are also.” Ayato chuckles.

As the men surrounded you while you clutched onto the area where you’ve bumped your head, you couldn’t help but feel embarrassed over the fact that fifteen handsome men had witnessed you make a fool out of yourself. The fifteen men that you weren’t dating at all! Of course, your boyfriends are far more handsome than the ones that are surrounding you at the moment. You feel a painful lump in the area where you’ve hit your head, making you wince in pain. Great, now you’re going to develop a giant bump on the top of your head after hitting your head on the corner of the countertop.

“I believe that we should get your head checked out,” Albedo says; he stands in front of you and brushes your hair away from your face. Albedo reaches out and gently massages the area where the bump was forming, causing you to cringe away from his hands and shake your head before covering that area.

“Come on, [Y/N]! It’s a small checkup, nothing major!” Kaeya coos, lightly rubbing the top of your head. If you could purr like a cat, you would’ve been purring loudly as he lightly massages your head. You quickly shook your head and slapped yourself across the cheek; a sharp slap rang throughout the abode, causing the others around you to flinch and gasp audibly. You sighed dramatically and covered your face with your hands. How could you be purring over another man’s touch that wasn’t your boyfriends!? Sure, the gorgeous tanned man is handsome and has excellent hands when it comes to massages— speaking of hands, you wonder what his hands are also fantastic at. Cooking, head scratches, light massages, gentle squeezes, teasing touches; just the thought of the gorgeous tanned man’s hand trailing down your legs and to your—

SLAP!

“Why did you slap yourself!?” Dainsleif exclaims, his eyes widening in horror.

“And why is your face so red?” Scaramouche asks, looking at you worriedly.

“Maybe their face is red because of the amount of alcohol they’ve consumed. After all, they did drink an entire bottle of wine before we arrived back at the abode.” Kazuha commented, giving you a small smile. You could feel your face becoming hotter underneath his gaze. Why did he have to give you such a loving stare?

“I would agree, but their face turned a couple of shades darker after Kaeya had touched their head.” Baizhu chuckles, shaking his head side to side.

“Oh, perhaps [Y/N] likes it whenever we lightly pat their head,” Zhongli says, stroking his chin. “Come, I will be brewing you tea to help you sober up. But I must warn you; it does take some time for the tea to be ready to be consumed.”

“Hey blockhead, I’m pretty sure that once that tea is ready, [Y/N] will be sober already,” Venti interjects, nudging the tall archon beside him. Zhongli rolls his eyes at the nickname before nudging Venti back, only a little bit harder. Venti clears his throat to hide the grunt that almost left him; he gives you a pained smile before shooting a death glare at Zhongli, who ignored the anemo archon’s glare.

From then on, everything was a blur to you. You ended up waking up in your bed with a raging headache; your vision was spinning, causing you to feel nauseous. You lay in your bed with your right arm covering your eyes while you take slow deep breaths, mentally praying to whichever archon was listening to your pleads. You sure hoped that you wouldn’t have to lean over the toilet while emptying out your insides. A soft knock from the door snaps you out of your misery; you crack your eyes open and look over at your bedroom door.

“[Y/N]?” Diluc asks softly from behind your closed bedroom door.

“Yes, Diluc?” You croaked, wincing at the sound of your hoarse voice. You cleared your throat and slowly sat up on your bed, shutting your eyes whenever your felt your head pounding. 

“Are you awake?” Itto asks; behind the closed bedroom door was Itto, pressing his face up against your bedroom door, his horns lightly scraping against the wooden doors.

“Of course, [Y/N]’s awake, you idiot! If they weren’t awake, they wouldn’t have responded to Diluc the first time!” Scaramouche rolls his eyes, smacking the oni upside of his head. Itto grumbles in response as he rubs the area where Scaramouche had slapped him.

“Can we come in?” Ayato asks, shaking his head at Scaramouche and Itto’s antics while leaning against the white wooden doorframe.

“Yeah, sure! You guys can enter.” You said, rubbing your sleepy eyes with the back of your hands.

The bedroom door opens, revealing fifteen men trying to cram through one door. One by one, they were pushing and shoving each other. While some complained under their breath while their faces were pinched up with irritation, the others were loudly complaining while thrashing around, trying to get into your bedroom before the others could. You stared at them tiredly, waiting for them to walk into your room without breaking the doorframe and causing the door to become unhinged from the frame. 

After a couple of minutes of them struggling to get into your bedroom, one of them was able to make it through your room. It was Baizhu, mainly because he wanted to get the bump on your head checked out along with how you felt after you had ingested a tremendous amount of wine the day before.

“It’ll take a few days for your bump to go away, but for now, put ice on it,” Baizhu says, handing the bag of ice over to you. 

Before you could grab it from Baizhu’s hands, Scaramouche snatches it from Baizhu’s hands. Scaramouche plops down beside you and places the bag of ice over your head carefully. You give Scaramouche a thankful smile, causing him to become shy and flustered. As much as you wanted to reach up and lightly pinch Scaramouche’s cheeks, you knew that he would probably resent you for doing it in front of the others. So, you held yourself back and continued to do what you were doing—wincing in pain from the amount of wine you’ve consumed. Why in the world did you go overboard with drinking again? What was the reason you do drink that much wine? You’re the type of person not to drink, but something must’ve pushed you to do it.

“How are you feeling?” Thoma asks, placing a warm mug of water on your nightstand before handing you medication.

“I feel like I’ve been crushed by the Jade Chamber.” You grunted, tossing the medication into your mouth before chugging the water.

“Don’t drink water too fast, or else you’ll choke!” Gorou says, looking at you nervously. 

You swallowed the water in your mouth and gave him a weak smile, “I’ll be okay, Gorou! I appreciate the concern.” You said.

“Do you remember what happened before you were knocked out asleep?” Dainsleif asks, sitting down at the edge of your bed. You shook your head to Dainsleif’s question, trying to recall what happened the day before you woke up from your not-so-peaceful slumber.

“Boba boy over here wanted you to take medication for your hangover instead of having you wait six-plus hours for the tea that blockhead over there was going to brew for you.” Venti pipes up. Ayato and Zhongli look over at Venti from the corner of their eyes, glaring at the short anemo vision wielder, but the small male paid no attention to the two men that were glaring holes into the back of his head.

“Thank you for the medication, Ayato! I appreciate it very much!” You give the blue-haired male a small smile before looking over at Zhongli. “If it’s not too late, you can still brew me that tea of yours! I’d love to give it a try.” You said, giving him an eye smile. As if the two men weren’t head over heels for you already, they are now. Maybe it was that cute smile that you gave them or the fact that you wanted them (and the others) to be your boyfriends.

“We wanted to ask you something,” Xiao spoke up, grabbing your and the other fourteen men’s attention.

“Oh, and what is it that you all wanted to ask me?” You tilt your head to the side, looking at them curiously.

“We were wondering if you would be all of our significant other,” Kazuha says slowly. You stared at Kazuha and the other men with wide eyes. What in the world did you wake up to? Did you say something that made them all want to date you suddenly? Well, you knew that they all wanted you (I mean, who doesn’t want you?), but what pushed them to ask you to be their significant other?

“Yes, but aren’t you all possessive?” You ask, raising an eyebrow at the men in front of you.

“Unfortunately, we are.” Albedo sighs, crossing his arms over his chest.

“But we are willing to share you with one another.” Kaeya pipes up, giving you a small smile.

What in the world are you going to do now? I mean, it’s not like you’ve intended on dating only one person because who could resist the other men? Definitely not you, that’s for sure.

“What do you say, snookums? Are you okay with all of us being your boyfriends?” Childe asks, sitting down beside you with a crooked smile on his face.

“Yeah, I-I am.” You squeaked, your face turning red when you saw the others leaning in with anticipation to hear your answer. It looks like you officially have a boyfriend now! Well, boyfriends. Everyone around you either cheered or sighed in relief.

“Now, who will be the first one to ask [Y/N] out on a date?” Itto asks, tapping on his chin while feigning confusion. The men went silent around you, giving one another a look before raising their hands in the air.

“I’m going to take [Y/N] out on a date!”

“No, I’m going to take them out on a date instead of you fourteen buffoons!” 

“As if you’d be able to afford a nice fancy restaurant to take [Y/N] out on a date!”

“Would [Y/N] be into fancy dates?”

“I don’t know. Maybe we should ask [Y/N] instead!”

At that comment, the men turned to stare at you, waiting for your response. You stared at the men blankly before falling back down on your bed, letting out a dramatic sigh. Who are you going to choose to go out on a date with? You’re pretty sure that the men wanted to be your first date; this is going to be more complicated than you thought. Now that you think about it, maybe dating fifteen other men isn’t going to be so easy, especially if they’re going to fight over who gets to take you out on a date first when all of them want to be the first ones to do it.

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Deeply and Hopelessly In Love Pt. 1

Pairing: Azul Ashengrotto x GN!Reader

Summary: You keep thinking and pining about Azul. You wonder, what does he truly think and feel about you?

Word Count: 1K

Note:

Spoilers for Book 3 of TW!!

Reader is NOT Yuu.

Reader is a separate being but also came from Yuu's world.

A/N: Hi! Azul might be OOC, but this is just how I pictured him for this. I hope I did this okay >< Also, this was only supposed to be a oneshot but Tumblr won't let me save the draft T^T So I divided this fic into parts 1 and 2. If you read this, I hope you enjoy! Let me know what you think! ✨❤️

It was a busy day at the Mostro Lounge. The point-card system you previously suggested was now actually being implemented and it attracted a lot of students into the establishment. By reaching a certain number of points via orders, customers may redeem a free consultation with the one and only, Azul Ashengrotto. The Housewarden of Octavinelle, known for his ability to make any wish or desire come true.

Who wouldn't be drawn to that kind of opportunity?

After hearing about the new program, your friends immediately jumped in. You, however, being the kind person you are, decided to help out as part of the waiting staff. Azul initially protested, wanting for you to just relax and dine with your friends, but you insisted on helping around, showing him that sweet smile of yours. You started to walk away to start taking someone's order when he suddenly held your hand and pulled you back to him, surprising you.

"Wait," Azul said, his cerulean eyes boring into your (e/c) ones. As you stared back and wondered, you took the chance to appreciate the beautiful shade of blue orbs looking at you.

"Hm?" You asked. "I still have some energy so I really don't mind helping out, if that's what you're worried about. In fact, I'd love to help! Just think, more staff, more customers, more sales! And you don't have to pay me back!" You tried to reason out with a smile.

"Nonsense. I can't have you work and not reimburse you," Azul retorted. He opened his mouth to continue speaking but a staff member was calling for his attention. Most probably matters related to the lounge.

"Just go, I'll be fine," you reassured. "Let me help."

Azul sighed. "You're not going to give up, are you? Fine. But we'll talk later," he said, still speaking in a businessman-like manner, though you couldn't help but think that there was a hint of.. softness to it?

You nodded and smiled in agreement, squeezing the hand still holding onto yours.

You're still holding my hand.

Azul looked down on where you squeezed him and noticed he was still holding onto your hand. "Ah! Right, of course," he said before reluctantly letting go and clearing his throat. "Ehem. My apologies." You could see tinge of pink on his cheeks.

"It's alright. Don't worry," you giggled. The two of you then set off to do some work.

Fast forward the time and now Mostro Lounge is finally closed. After the last customers have left, you started to feel the tiredness seeping in. You sat down on the nearest couch and let out a sigh of relief, closing your eyes to rest. Your friends have already left together with your dorm mates, Yuu and Grim, who were called in by Headmaster Crowley, unfortunately, for whatever reason. You were just pondering on today's events when a voice called out to you.

"I see the day has worn you out," someone said. Your eyes sprang open in surprise.

It was Azul. Still looking as handsome as always. Wearing that dorm uniform that commands such power. Those soft lips that curve into a smile. And the eyes. Oh, those ocean-hued eyes! You could stare at them all day long.

I wonder what you think of me.

It's only been a few hours but you missed him already. Although you saw him while serving customers with their orders, those stolen glances were only brief given how occupied you both were.

I missed you.

You couldn't even muster a reply before Azul spoke again. "Too tired to even answer me, sweetheart?" He teased.

You blushed at his words. Particularly, that one word. Azul only addresses you by that nickname when the two of you are alone, or out of earshot from others. Even though he's been calling you that for some time now, you still blush every time he calls you by that term. He seems to take delight in making your face flush pink. If only it meant more than just a teasing from a friend.

You let out a chuckle, trying to hide that feeling in your chest and ignoring the pink hue dusting your cheeks. "I guess I am feeling a bit tired. I've never seen the lounge have so many customers before."

"This is good news, of course," Azul exclaimed. "We made three times our usual profit. All in but a day's work! Your suggestion has definitely made Mostro Lounge even more successful. But before I forget, shall we continue our conversation from earlier?"

You and Azul were now seated side by side on a comfortable leather couch inside a different room. Lots of books were propped on bookshelves and his desk was neatly piled with contracts and other paperworks. Behind his desk stood the entrance to his private vault. Soft, wavering lights from the aquarium gleamed across the room. This was Azul's office, also known as the VIP Room. You've been here a number of times before so it provided a sense of familiarity and tranquility to you. This place was also witness to some little moments you had with the cecaelia.

Did you think those moments were special too?

As you were reliving some memories, Azul's voice pulled you out of your trance as he offered you some tea.

As you sipped on the warm beverage, the young man discussed what he was offering in exchange for the work you did for the lounge. You reasoned out that he didn't have to but Azul insisted that he give something back to you in return. In the end, you just accepted his "payment". Seeing as he's still in the give-and-take mindset.

Apart from a hefty sum of money from the day's profits, you get to savor any drink or meal of your choosing from the Mostro Lounge menu, all for free! Any day, any time. Just, keep it a secret from the others though. That offer is for you, and only you.

You then had a scrumptious meal (also for free) that night with Azul and the Leech brothers. It was a delightful dinner, to be honest. Although most people probably thought the trio to be.. Suspicious? Shady? Terrifying, even? They could also be very nice and fun to be with. You enjoyed their company.

After finishing, you decided it was time to leave since it was starting to get late. You bid them thanks and farewell. "I'll see you guys tomorrow! Goodnight!"

You were now heading back to Ramshackle Dorm. The peace of the night made you recall today's memories. The trip to the museum. Your heart-to-heart talk with Azul. Helping out at the lounge. Dinner with friends. It was a nice day. And as you strolled along the path, your mind couldn't help but think.

I wonder.. If you feel the same way as I do.

Part 2 here!

[zyvel-writez]

Hello pookies! I've made this one because i saw a very VERY hot edit of Johny Depp as Captain Jack Sparrow and of course, I'm a simp and into older people. so I hope this explain a lot.

Also you can also read this in my Tumblr acc.!

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"Captain, are you sure this is a wise idea? I mean, were in Tortuga. What if he knows were here?" One of your crew asked, as you and the crew stepped out of the ship one by one.

You turned around to face them. A stern look on your face.

"Its fine, beside we've been sailing for two years and land is the only place where that bastard Jack Sparrow can't steal nor touch my things," You explained. Ever since Jack had heard of your name and titles, Jack has been visiting you and your crew for almost 1 and a half years now and it annoyed you so much that you could murder anyone.

"Were just gonna have a little walk and try to relax today. Were gonna meet here again and leave tomorrow at 7 in the morning. For now, just enjoy the time." You finished your sentence and the crew nodded to you.

"Aye aye, captain!" They cheered happily before walking away into different directions.

You sighed tiredly as you started to relax your tense body.

maybe today will be a relaxing day.

You then walked around the place, visiting different store and even went to a library. You decided to stop at your favorite bar but as you get closer to the main entrance, you saw a huge fight, people gathered around and shouting, others even bet some money of who will win. You stopped at your tracks and turned back around. You couldn't and won't ever waste your precious time hearing the sound of fight and the sound of glasses shatter into small pieces. You sighed irritated but took a deep breath to calm yourself. You won't let anything ruin your day today.

I guess the library is the best choice then.

You walked back to the library and spend the rest of your time there, reading books, novels, and even learned something on the books called Science. You were sitting at the same place which was in the corner of the huge room, enjoying your time alone until you heard girls squealing. You turned your head to the direction of the annoying voice and saw 2 girls, looking at you with a clear blush on their cheeks. You blinked your eyes multiple times, but nonetheless, ignored the two girls.

Time passed and you continue to ignore the girls until you couldn't take it and dash out of the library. You looked up to the sky and a cold breeze hit your cheeks. You figure out it was the best time to go and drown yourself with rum, after all, you don't have anything to do now. You sigh in relief once you saw that the fight earlier had died down and you let yourself enter the bar.

You sat at the tool and ordered a bottle of rum. Once the rum have arrived, you brought it to your lips and begun to drown it. The hot feeling of the rum running down on your throat made your body relax more. This continued three more times and once you were on your 3rd bottle, the door of the bar opened and the guy sat next to you. You couldn't see their face because of the freaking hat he was wearing. You dropped your bottle of rum down and closed your eyes, feeling a bit tipsy. You were savouring the moment of relaxation not until the feeling of your bottle slipping away from your grasp.

You opened your eyes and looked at the man next to you, now the man's hat was on the table and the first thing you recognize is his brown hair and dreadlocks. You glared your eyes at him, already feeling annoyed.

"What in the name of Davy Jones are you doing here?" You spat, keeping your eyes at him no matter what. 

"Oh, hey there captain. Fancy meeting you here." He simply said, having his signature smirk on his soft lips. You rolled your eyes at him and snatched your rum back to you.

"Hmm, I wonder why? came to take something you want, perhaps?" You slurred, as you looked around the bar and people continued to increase each seconds. 

Jack's grin only widened more, he knows his getting under your sleeves again. "Not actually, just came for the love of my life." He said and you raised your eyebrows.

"You mean this?" You asked  as you pointed your finger at the rum on the table. 

"Yes...and no." Jack replied while fidgeting with his fingers, and you couldn't help but roll your eyes. 

"You really expect me to believe you won't steal anything from me?" You said with a chuckle following behind, "I know you Sparrow and you won't fool me this time. not like the others." 

Jack furrowed his eyebrows and took a swig of the rum, "Oh come on love, you really believe those rumors about me? well I'll tell ya', I'm not a liar but a man of my word." He slurred, looking at you with his teasing smile.

"It's captain l/s to you, Sparrow." You sneered, giving him a death glare. And then there was the annoying feeling again, it was like something was moving inside your stomach that made your whole body tense. There it is again. so annoying.

You took another swig of your rum while Jack looked at you in silence.

"You know, you've been calling me by my last name and never heard you say my name. Do you perhaps fancy my last name, hmm?" He states, moving his body to face your sides, acting like he's the one in charge, "Because if you want it, I can replace yours into mine."

The liquid that was just about to go down to your throat, suddenly burst out of your mouth and onto the table. You slammed down the bottle of rum, wiping your lips with the hem of your sleeves while looking at Jack with wide eyes full of shock.

Jack's smile only grew wider once he saw your reaction and he's loving it. You on the other hand, were looking at him with many mixed emotions. You tried to say something back at him but your voice won't even come out. The tingling feeling came back to your stomach and this time, you felt your cheeks getting really hot.

"What? cat caught your tounge, love?" He asked, still looking at you teasingly which only brought your cheeks more hotter.

You tear your eyes away from him and looked around the bar.

The way he looked at you, you could tell he was enjoying every second of him teasing you like this.

You stand your ground and clear your throat before speaking to him, covering your emmbarassment.

"Let's get this straight and tell me upfront, why exactly are you here?"

You can see Jack smirk before letting out a deep breath and you can feel your body tense each second. "I've been planning on stealing your heart for a while now, but I seem to be having a really hard time achieving it." Jack mumbled quietly, and it made you confused. Why does Jack Sparrow need your heart? Did someone order Jack to kill you and take your heart out?

"For the fucking last time. What do you want?" You gave Jack a death glare and your hand having a tight grip, showing him that you're not playing the game no more.

"What do I want?" He chuckles, before pulling out his pistol and pointing it at you, " Oh no dear, it's not a want but a need."

You furrowed your eye brows together, looking at Jack's pistol then to his eyes again, "And what exactly do you need from me?" You asked slowly.

Jack tapped his pistol on your chest where your heart lies inside, and slid his pistol under your chin,

"I need you on my side, forever until my very last breath here on earth."

[rin-fukuroi]

𝐏𝐨𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 [𝐋𝐮𝐨𝐜𝐡𝐚]

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Part 2

Fandom: Honkai: Star Rail

Pairings: uncle!Luocha x fem!reader

Warnings: NSFW, modern AU, sexual tension, a hint of incest.

▶• ılıılıılıılıılıılı. Ado - Tot Musica

Note: English is not my native language, so I apologize if there are errors in the text qq

— Behave yourself and obey your uncle!

— You should thank him that we don't have to spend money on your check-ups!

You were never very healthy as a child, so you heard this from your mother quite often. Perhaps it must have been a shame that your parents were economising on your health, but you never minded your uncle's company. Luocha is a rather nice man, who accompanied you on your journey to adulthood from an early age, even when he was still just a medical student himself, but still found time to look after you.

Now you remember those times with some warmth, but also with a heavy weight on your heart. The pressure your parents put on you was alleviated by Luocha's care and kindness, but somehow you still felt indebted to your uncle. He helps you for free, sometimes even giving you the medicine you need without asking for anything in return. Looking at the relationships in the families of your friends and acquaintances, you began to come to the conclusion that mutual help among relatives — this is quite normal, but still couldn't help but feel gratitude and desire to do something for Luocha when you get on your feet.

And now you are grown up, independent, and your health problems don't bother you too much, which, of course, is the merit of a marvellous doctor, your uncle, whom you decided to visit after a couple of years, during which you have not seen him once. You feel guilty, because he must have been worried about you, but you decide to call him. Luocha's voice sounded as happy and gentle as it always did when he spoke to you, and he was happy to meet you. You'd never been to his house before, mostly meeting your uncle at his workplace, but this time he'd insisted that you drop by so he could make sure you were okay.

That's so nice of him.

— Oh, Y/N, come in, — Luocha smiles softly, inviting you in.

You catch yourself stopping to stare at his long straw hair falling down over his black turtleneck. He's always worn his hair long, but now it seems to be even shinier and sleeker. As a child you wondered what they felt like, but somehow it felt awkward to just touch him without asking.

— I hope I'm not distracting you too much. You'd probably like to rest after your shift at the hospital, — you chuckled awkwardly, letting Luocha take your coat off.

— If it's about seeing my favourite niece, how can that distract me? — as soon as your uncle leaves your coat on the coat rack, he immediately returns to you, wrapping his palms around your waist and pulling you to him for a hug.

You're used to Luocha being quite tactile, though usually his touching you was in a different setting, but you don't pay it much mind, smiling and lifting up on your toes to wrap your arms around the man's neck.

— It's been so long, you've grown so much, — the blond man pulls back to get a better look at you from his height. The fact that his arms are still around your waist makes you slightly uncomfortable, and you look away awkwardly, letting go of your uncle's neck. As if reading your thoughts, Luocha lets you go, instead resting his palm on your back, guiding you towards the living room. — Come, I'll make some tea for us.

Your uncle's house is quite cosy. The light-coloured walls and minimalist interior make it feel comfortable and even inexplicably warm. It's like what you feel when you're next to Luocha himself. You sit down carefully on the soft couch opposite the coffee table, turning your head and glancing around the bookcases. You never even knew he was into reading, though thinking about it now, it seems logical. Probably all those books on medicine.

From the direction of the kitchen comes the sound of Luocha stirring sugar in mugs before you catch his footsteps approaching you from behind.

— Well, tell me, what have you been up to all these years? — your uncle places a saucer in front of you, followed by a mug of steaming brew, the herbal aroma of which has been wafting to you since he entered the room. Luocha places the second mug not far from yours and sits down next to you.

— Oh, I… I had a bit of a falling out with my mother, so I just moved away from her.

— That's how, — the smile fades from the blond man's lips as he reaches for his mug, taking a small sip. — Your mother has always been a difficult person. Truth be told, I'd move away from her myself as soon as possible if I were you.

Your eyes round slightly as you turn your head briefly to look at your uncle, whose lips stretch back into an awkward smile.

— Oh, I'm sorry, it must be weird to say something like that about my own sister?

— N-no, no, no, she's really awful… — you giggle nervously before taking a sip from your mug. The fresh minty notes tingle your receptors, and it's as if you're transported back to years ago, when Luocha used to make the exact same tea for you earlier, when you stayed at the hospital for lunch after your appointments.

Luocha grins awkwardly.

— How is your health?

— Much better already. I had a good doctor!

The man presses his palm to his chest, bowing his head slightly in a gesture of thanks.

— Glad to hear it. But still, will you let me examine you? — you look away from Luocha, setting the cup carefully on the table. — I want to make sure your health really isn't in any danger, — the blond man continues, squeezing your shoulder gently.

— It's really okay, uncle, you don't have to be…

— I'm just worried about you, Y/N, — the man's long fingers gently massage your skin through the fabric of your clothes. — Oh, are you embarrassed that we're not in a hospital? I can put on a dressing gown if it makes you feel more comfortable.

— N-no! It's fine, — you smile crookedly, your shoulder flinching involuntarily as you rise from your spot on the couch.

Luocha might be right. You've never been to his house, so you've generally never given much thought to the fact that he's a man, seeing him solely as a doctor, but now you're somehow so uncomfortable unbuttoning your shirt buttons in front of him. The blood rushes to your cheeks, tingling your skin, and you turn away slightly from the gaze of your uncle, who continues to sit on the couch, waiting. You don't understand why he always asked you to take off your clothes, since your illness hardly shows up outwardly, but Luocha insisted every time he did that your skin could tell you something about your condition, so you preferred not to argue, just following his instructions as your mother had told you to. Your shirt slips off your shoulders, and you fold the thing neatly on the armrest of the couch, meeting Luocha's gaze again, as if silently asking if you should continue, but he only remains silent and fades into his classic unreadable smile. So it is necessary.

You grudgingly unbutton your jeans, slowly pulling the tight fabric down your legs, sending them to the shirt on the couch. You've never experienced something like this before. Stripping down to your underwear in front of a man… You've always been too busy with your studies and more pressing issues to even think about relationships, so this time is the first time in your life you've ever allowed yourself something like this. The only thing that calms your excitement a little is the fact that you've done this before, completely disregarding the fact that your uncle is a man. So you should continue to turn a blind eye to it now.

— Hm-m, — Luocha stands up from the couch, towering over you before placing her palms on your shoulders, slowly sliding down. — Your skin is very soft, Y/N, — for some reason, your stomach clenches after those words, and your eyes move upwards anxiously, meeting your uncle's relaxed gaze. — That's already a good sign.

— I guess… — you answer quietly, feeling an uncomfortable shiver run down your spine as Luocha's hands move to your waist, squeezing your sides gently.

— You were so skinny the last time I saw you, and now look at you… — the man murmurs, groping your tense belly with his fingertips. — A healthy, rounded shape. That pleases me as your doctor.

— Huh, are you implying that I've gained weight?

— No, not at all. You've just grown so much, your body has changed. For example… — his large palms move up to your breasts, settling on the bottoms of your bra cups. — Your breasts have gotten bigger. May I…?

You blush, swallowing nervously, but somehow you nod anyway, unconsciously consenting to your uncle undoing the clasp of your bra, letting it fall carelessly to the floor beneath your feet. Your shoulders tightened reflexively as a chill ran under your skin, but you stopped yourself from shamefully covering your breasts with your hands, instead turning your head sideways. Luocha casts a brief glance at your embarrassed face, choosing to simply ignore it before returning his palms to your now naked breasts again.

A strange heat grips your body as your uncle's long, warm fingers gently grope the firm flesh. What's the matter? Why do you feel so uncomfortable? It's still your uncle, he just wants to help, he's worried about you, then why is that?

— Mm, lymph nodes are fine, — Luocha murmured thoughtfully, running his fingertips gently along the underside of your chest. — You really are all grown up now, Y/N, — the blond suddenly announces, cupping one of his hands around your chin, gently turning your head back to meet your gaze. — And such a beautiful one at that.

You just stare at your uncle, eyes wide, unable to utter a word because of the prickly lump lodged in the middle of your throat. His perpetually calm, velvet voice sounds so sickeningly sweet that you can almost feel the bile coming up your oesophagus.

— You're still a virgin, aren't you, Y/N? — golden long strands slip off Luocha's shoulder as he tilts his head to the side, squinting his lettuce eyes slightly.

— I… Why do you need to know that? — you ask in a shaky voice. He's so close. Why is he so close? You only now realise that your breasts are almost touching his belly, but your legs are so heavy, unable to move your body.

— Becoming sexually active can affect your body in many different ways. To be sure that your condition is stable, we need to understand which symptoms are related to your condition and which ones can be taken out of the equation, — your uncle replies calmly, running his palm down from your chest to your lower abdomen.

— I'll definitely see a gynaecologist when I have some free time, if necessary…

— Oh, that won't be necessary! I can do the exam myself.

It's so stuffy. Even when you still had your clothes on, you weren't as hot as you are now, with your uncle's fingertips clinging to the waistband of your knickers. For as long as you could remember, Luocha had always evoked nothing but silent admiration in you. There didn't seem to be a single thing in the whole world that your well-read and educated uncle didn't know about, ready to help you with any problem, but now it feels really wrong.

— You're so tense, Y/N, — Luocha whispers, running her other palm down from your chin to the curve of your neck. — All the stress built up from living with your mother must be making itself felt one way or another… It saddens me to the core. I don't want your condition to get worse again one day.

The lace fabric is gently pulled back before travelling lower down your thigh. No, no, no, no, no, no. This isn't right. Your lungs constrict and drops of sweat protrude on your forehead. You grit your teeth, biting your tongue painfully, and the pain seems to snap you out of your disgusting trance, allowing you to gather the resolve to grab Luocha's wrist.

— Stop it! — you shout hysterically, even to yourself. Your voice trembles as if you're about to cry.

Your eyes are wide open and shiny with tears, and your uncle freezes, just as you did, without another word. The silence that hangs between the two of you is so intense that you can almost feel it with your skin covered in unpleasant goosebumps. Your mind goes blank in the blink of an eye, and the rush of blood rushing into your ears makes Luocha's face spin before your eyes, but you pull yourself together, yanking your uncle's hand away sharply and away from his touch on your neck. It all happened so fast that you don't even notice that you've already hastily pulled your jeans back up your legs and carelessly slipped your shirt over your shoulders.

— Y/N, I'm sorry, did I do something to offend you? — Luocha asks worriedly, not daring to touch you again as you frantically try to slip your arms through your sleeves, not even bothering to put your bra on.

— I… I should go now… — is the only and last thing you muttered quietly, hastily buttoning a couple of buttons of your shirt down the middle.

Your uncle wanted to say something back to you, having already opened his lips, but closed them back as you hurriedly ran out into the corridor, frantically searching with your eyes where you left your shoes and where Luocha hung your coat.

For a few seconds Luocha just stands there in the living room, staring doomedly at his feet, until he suddenly decides to run after you when he hears you fiddling nervously with the lock of his door.

— Y/N, wait! — the blond shouts after you, making your hand freeze over the knob. — You're living alone now, aren't you?

For some reason, that question makes your stomach cramp up again, but you decide to answer.

— Yes.

Your uncle's lips stretch back into his usual charming smile.

— Then I'll be sure to come by sometime to check up on you. You won't mind, will you?

The disgusting memory of the last time Luocha touched you flashes through your mind again, and your hand reflexively presses the knob before you hurriedly disappear out the door, leaving your uncle's question unanswered.

«Surely you won't mind, Y/N… You just need time», — the blond thought to himself, sighing doomfully before returning to the living room once more.

The undrinkable tea is still on the table. But that wasn't the only reminder of you left in Luocha's house after you left. The sharp gaze of green eyes clung to your bra, which was still lying on the floor. The man rests a bent index finger against his lips for a moment, as if contemplating something, before he walks over to the abandoned item, gently lifting it from the wooden floorboards. Bringing the lacy black cloth up to his nose, your uncle could clearly smell your natural scent, tainted by the subtle fragrance of shower gel and perfume.

You were so excited running away from his house. Luocha hopes you won't notice you're missing for a while.