#still not over my typo “a” instead of “ah”

[chryblossomjjk]

midnight mistakes | jjk

⇢ PAIRING: fuckboy!jk x inexperienced reader

⇢ RATING: m/18+

⇢ WC: 2.5k

⇢ WARNINGS: v brief sm*t, v slight angst, oc is sick rip, pregnancy scare putting their relationship to the test eep!!!, brief mentions of abortion (reader considers it)

⇢ SUMMARY: a midnight romp with jungkook leads to tears on your cheeks and a pregnancy test in your hand

⇢ NOTES: i miss writing sm so here's a lil drabble of our otp :') school has been v overwhelming lately and it makes me so sad that i don't have as much time to write on here anymore. hopefully, things will calm down soon. for now, enjoy this crumb!! i love you all, let me know what you think!! if you haven't read the series yet, pls read that before this if u want to!! this wasn't beta'd so i apologize for any grammar issues or typos rip

⇢ SERIES MASTERLIST

The sequence of events that landed you in this situation; having a teary, heaving breakdown in front of your bathroom mirror, was absolutely ridiculous, to say the least.

“I’m gonna kill someone,” you squeak, breathless from the endless stream of sneezes ripping through you. The glow of the alarm clock on your nightstand reads 1 a.m. as you reach for a tissue. Violently blowing your nose does little to ease its congestion. With a shaky sigh, you crumple the sodden napkin and toss it into the bin beside your bed; overthrown by contents alike. The wet ball hits the paper mountain before rolling onto your pretty pink area rug.

You shiver, how fucking disgusting. 

A stressful week of labs and quizzes has tanked your immune system, making you susceptible to all the little germs and illnesses that strike when the brisk winter air transitions into the pollen-laced breeze of spring. The antibiotics you were prescribed did little to help your runny nose and sore throat. Pausing the anime playing on your phone, you open your messages. 

dumbo love you, get some rest please xx

So much for getting rest. You weren’t expecting a text back. Jungkook had offered to spend the night, but you encouraged him to go. It was his last semester after all. Still, you were pouty and needy, wanting nothing more than to snuggle into his arms and let the swirls of his delicate fingers on your back lull you to sleep. Instead, here you were, confined to your bed, watching Naruto solo as Jungkook, Tae, and Mina lived it up; taking shots until they were belligerent. 

A distinguishable knock rattles the door before you can press play again.

“What are you doing here?” 

Jungkook stands in your doorway, oversized black tee hanging over his equally oversized green cargo pants. His cute little mullet falls in sweaty loops around his face. “Still feelin’ like shit?” He coos, cringing at your disheveled appearance and the croak in your voice. Ignoring your question, he holds up the various items in his big hands. “I picked up a few things; cough drops—not the cherry kind ‘cause those are fucking nasty,” you laugh at the side note, “—extra spicy ramen and hot sauce to clear out your sinuses.”

Your peer at the array of remedies with wide eyes. Their ability to cure your flu symptoms is questionable. You don’t even have a way of boiling water to make said ramen in your cramped dorm, but the sentiment has your chest swelling with something other than a violent cough for the first time in days. Abruptly, you pull him into a tight embrace. 

“Ah, I see,” he laughs, wrapping an arm around the small of your back and walking you back into the room, kicking the door closed behind him. “My Bambi missed me.”

“I did,” you nuzzle into him further, “but you shouldn’t be here… you should be having fun with your friends.”

“Nah, fuck ‘em,” he retorts playfully, putting the quote-unquote medicine down and then plopping onto the bed, taking you with him. “Besides, what kind of shit boyfriend ditches their sick girlfriend to go to a party anyways?”

“The kind that should be enjoying his last semester,” you frown. 

“I am, though. I enjoy spending time with you more than anything else.”

As he lays under you, black tresses splayed against your white comforter like a misshapen halo, you feel so incredibly lucky. Gently, you run your fingers through his choppy bangs, pushing them out of his doe eyes. “Have you been drinking?” 

“Not really, just a couple shots of Fireball and a few beers.” That much alcohol would have knocked you on your lightweight ass, but after years of beer pong and keg stands, Jungkook’s tolerance was damn near Kage level. It took a lot more than that to get him drunk. “I kinda…” he averts your gaze, something he does when he’s sad or guilty. “I felt really bad so I left.”

“Jungkook, I told you it was okay.”

“I know,” he nods, sliding a warm palm under your shirt, rubbing his thumb against your skin in soothing lines. “But I love you.” 

“I love you, too.” Using your fingertip, you brush an eyelash off the apple of his cheek. “Thank you… for coming back for me.”

“Of course, Bambi.” He leans up and presses a deep kiss to your dehydrated lips.

“Kook, stop,” you mumble, craning your neck back. “You’re gonna get sick.”

“I don’t care.”

It doesn’t take much convincing. If Jungkook doesn’t care, why should you? 

What follows is a battle of warm tongues and the needy clash of his bunny teeth against yours. Tender touches coax your Sailor Moon pajama set to the floor with the promise of Jungkook’s delicious love. Before you know it, you’re sinking down onto his hard length, fingers digging into his shoulders as he slouches against your headboard.

“Take it all,” he whispers, jaw slacking as he tilts his head down, getting a clear view of your wet cunt swallowing the remaining few inches. A slick film coats the two fingers he used to hold himself up for you as your lip pillow around the base. “Yeah, just like that.” His face contorts in pleasure, overcome by your warm, slippery walls after a week of illness-induced celibacy. “Feels good, huh baby? Tell me how good my dick makes you feel.”

He wants praise and dirty talk, but the tickle in your nose makes you pause, bracing yourself as a slew of sneezes pours out of you. Eight sneezes to be exact. Jungkook’s high-pitched cackle is drowned out by a shriek as you cup your hand over your leaking nostrils. “EW!”

“Shut up, it’s fine!” He grabs a tissue from the nearly empty box. “Lemme see,” he mumbles, pulling your hand down and wiping it clean, then doing the same to your face afterward and tossing the kleenex in your glittery pink trash bin. 

“I’m sorry,” you peep, completely mortified.

“Don’t worry.” The crooked bunny grin eases your nerves. “That was fire, actually. You clenched around me so tight.”

You squint at him and then bury your head into the crook of his neck. You make love to each other; slow and gentle. At one point, Jungkook locks his tattooed fingers in between yours, pecking your bare shoulder as lazy drags of your hips bring you both to writhing climaxes. And he looks so beautiful when he climaxes, gnawing at his lip piercing, skin dewy from sweat and the moonlight shining through the blinds. 

At that moment, you felt nothing but love and pure ecstasy. 

Isn’t it funny how pleasures of the past can create complete devastation in the present?

Clutching the edge of the porcelain sink, you stare down at the pink box of pregnancy tests. There’s tear stains on your cheeks. A pain in your lungs from all the sobbing. You wish Jungkook had been a shit boyfriend that night. You’d give anything to take it all back. 

Like a sixth sense, there’s a distinguishable knock at the door. 

“Hey, I-” he stops short, brows furrowing as his dark pupils scan your face. “Have you been crying?”

“What do you think?” You shouldn’t snap at him, but the waves of anxiety washing over you make you highly sensitive. Truthfully, you weren’t going to tell Jungkook any of this. His showing up had put an awful wrench in your plans. Well, unless the test came back positive. Then, you’d be forced to tell him. You clamp your hand over your mouth, the thought making you sick to your stomach. 

“__, take a deep breath. Sit down.” You do and he follows suit. “What's going on?”  

“I-” you gulp, swallowing back a whine, struggling to form a coherent sentence. There’s no escape, you have to confess. “I think I might be pregnant.”

There’s an eerie silence once the words hit the air, lingering over you both like a dark, dreary cloud. It takes Jungkook a moment to internalize the weight of the situation, but you can tell when the thunder strikes. The pink tinge in his cheeks fades to a stark, sickly white as he inhales shakily. “Fuck-” Leaning his elbows against his knees, he digs the heels of his palms into his eyes, shielding them. “I thought you were on the pill.” 

“I am, but I was taking antibiotics last week and I read that they can make birth control less effective- and I’ve been having symptoms lately.” It all comes out in a jumbled mess like word vomit. He doesn’t respond. He doesn’t move. And it scares you. “Are you mad at me?”

“No.” Despite his posture, his tone is still and calm. “I just… don’t know what to say. It’s a lot to take in.”

“I’m sorry,” you whisper as the floodgates finally burst. You were still in the swell of your STEM program. Jungkook is just about to graduate with a Bachelor’s in photography. Both of your lives would come to a screeching halt if the worst were true. You weren’t ready for a baby, not in the slightest. “I’m so sorry.”

“Hey, hey, don’t-.” Finally, Jungkook sits up, wrapping a strong arm around your shoulder and pulling you into his side. The other arm repeats as he rests his chin on top of your head, rocking your shaking frame back and forth for comfort. “Don’t apologize, don’t cry. Why don’t you take a test before we start freaking the fuck out?”

You suppose he’s right. 

The walk to the bathroom is a blur. Suddenly, you’re on the toilet with that evil stick in hand. Jungkook is sitting on the floor with his eyes closed, knees bent and head leaned back against the wood of the cabinet. Normally, you’re extremely pee-shy. It literally will not come out. Under these circumstances, you can’t bring yourself to care. 

“You pee so softly,” Jungkook says through an airy laugh. “I pee really hard- and fast. Like-” he makes a little whooshing noise with his mouth, “like a hose.” 

“Baby, please,” you huff, setting the test aside and pulling your sweats up. You know he’s trying to ease your nerves, but this is one situation where his lighthearted jokes and comments ceased to make you smile. “This is serious.”

“Trust me, I know.” Spreading his legs, he pats the carpet between them. “C’mere.” As soon as you hit the ground he’s embracing you, trailing kisses all over your exposed skin. “What now?”

“Now,” you sigh, setting a timer on your phone for three minutes, “we wait.”

“You know… it wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world if it’s positive.”

“It would be absolutely awful, Jungkook.” It’s a sweet sentiment but you know he’s lying, right through his bunny teeth. Late-night conversations in bed about the future ring in your head. ‘Honestly, I don’t think I want kids,’ Jungkook had hummed in the middle of My Neighbor Totoro, ‘ever.’ Generally, you felt the same way, but the memory is terrifying in this context; sitting on the bathroom floor with him, waiting for an answer that could contradict all of your plans and possibly crumble the entire foundation of your relationship.

“Who am I kidding?” He chuckles humorlessly. “You’re right, it would be fucking awful.”

Nervously, you toy with the silver rings on his inked fingers. “What if it’s positive, Jungkook?”

“Let’s just wait until we get the results.”

“But what if it’s positive?” You twist in his arms, showing him your glassy eyes and deep frown. Showing him that his answer, regardless of what the test says, was very important to you. 

He blinks at you, lips opening and then closing promptly as he mulls over his words. “If it is… then we’ll take care of it.”

There’s a dual meaning to the sentiment that makes you chew on your bottom lip, eyes flickering up to the white ceiling to stop yourself from crying. Take care of it as in going through with it? Or take care of it as in… the other option? Honestly, the latter would be your first choice, and you’re sure it’s his as well. But for whatever reason, the fact that he assumed it makes your heart ache. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means whatever you want it to mean.” Gently, he smooths a hand over your trembling thighs before they frantically search for yours. “Just… whatever you want to do… whatever you want, I’ll support it… I’m here.”

A breath you hadn’t realized you were holding in releases in relief. You feel stupid for even questioning him. After all these months of unconditional love, you should know better. Bringing your locked hands up, you kiss his fingertips. The smile it brings out of him is just as soft as your touch. “I love you so much.”

“I love y-.”

He’s cut off by the blaring ring of your timer.

“Please, can you look?” You mumble, shaking your head and covering your eyes. “I can’t do it.”

You feel his torso twist against your back as he reaches for the test on your countertop. The time between him grabbing it and the dreaded answer feels like an eternity.

“Negative.” 

“Thank fuck!” You groan, doing a complete 180 and wrapping your arms around his neck in celebration. You haven’t felt this type of excitement since you were a child, waking up on Christmas morning and seeing colorful presents under the tree.

“What made you think you were pregnant in the first place?”

You hesitate to respond. In retrospect, it’s not as valid of a reason as you originally thought. “I’ve been feeling sick in the morning.”

Pulling back, Jungkook deadpans you. “Bambi, no shit. You’ve been sick all week.”

“I know but,” you pout, twirling a ringlet at the nape of his neck, “google said I could be pregnant…”

“You’re so fucking lucky you’re cute,” he laughs, holding you flush to him and nipping your cheek playfully. “You’ve got to be the most dramatic person I’ve ever met in my life.” You know he’s joking, but the comment makes your expression drop a bit. “But that’s part of the reason I love you so much. I’m never bored with you.”

Once again, you truly don’t know how you got so lucky. 

“Alright,” he huffs, using all of his strength to haul you up into the air and walk you back to your bedroom. Instinctually and habitually, you wrap your legs around his cinched waist. “We finished Avatar last time, so what’re we watching tonight?”

You click your tongue in contemplation. “Naruto.”

“Naruto? Bambi, isn’t Naruto like- a billion episodes long?”

When he tosses you down onto the mattress, you pout and bat your long lashes at him, pulling out all the provenly successful manipulation tactics. “Please?”

“Fine,” he grumbles, plopping down beside you. “But don’t be mad if I knock out.”

And like clockwork, Jungkook dozes off in the middle of the second episode, but that’s okay, because despite how horrible the pregnancy scare was, it truly solidified Jungkook’s presence in your life. You have all the time in the world to watch hours and hours of subpar filler episodes, and you’ll do it happily as long as you’re with him.

© chryblossomjjk 2023 [do not copy, translate or repost]

[honestlyhiswife]

Could you do the COD boys hcs about them being subtly protective of you? Like in ways that no one would really notice unless they were in the military? Like a hand behind your back of them standing in a position where if they needed to they could easily protect you?

i've been itching to write this so AH!! thank you for giving me the perfect opportunity to write it <3 - if there's poor grammar or typos look away 🫣 and - i got carried away and it became 696 words MY BAD ENJOY IT THOUGH

Protective!Ghost

Ghost would be the type to make sure you're constantly prepared. You call it "acts of service" he calls it "ensuring his teammates are safe". Whatever that means cause you've never seen him treat Soap or Gaz the same.

Tough operations mean tough terrains.

Your rifle and pistol were completely tarnished in mud and naturally, that meant that they were fucked. Luckily, that was towards the end of the operation and a certain individual with a skull face mask and brooding demeanor helped cover you. However, just as you thought things were getting better and it seemed like the possibility of getting exfil was coming soon, enemy troops started to flank in from all possible sides, leaving you fucking stranded with a few grenades, a knife, and Ghost.

"Shit! I've cleared our 6, safe house should be a few klicks that way. Fuckin' hell, let's move!" came through your communication system signaling Ghost's desperation to move escape.

Just as it seemed like your boots were about to give out, the safe house stood just 2 klicks away in the distance and that gave you even more strength to keep trudging on. Then, you finally matched pace with Ghost.

"Ghost"

"Mm?"

"Thank you for that, I'm sorry I fucked up and I know that won't change what happened but-"

"Do me a favour and shut the fuck up"

The change in tone did not escape you. He was harsh, abrasive even. While looking at him, he didn't even bother looking back, just staring at the house which came nearer.

Upon arriving at the safehouse, he immediately checked all the rooms before allowing you in, which was a complete 180° from the Ghost you just talked to.

"ALL CLEAR!"

That was the signal you needed to know it was safer for a while. Placing your rucksack down to the dusty corner on the left, you immediately inspected your weapons. Upon inspection, a stressed sigh left your lips as your brows furrowed, to Ghost it was clear something was off. He knew something happened when you couldn't shoot and he had to take cover, but he didn't know the full extent of it. "S'okay?” was all he could say in the moment.

“M’fine, firearm’s not.”

He knew he had fucked up with the way he replied to you earlier. He knew it was immature and honestly not what you needed in that moment. Ghost didn’t like getting attached, he didn’t like the whole process of feeling feelings, having to eventually become vulnerable, the whole process. He hated it.

But for some goddamn reason he was protective over you, and he knows exactly why. Instead of butterflies in his stomach, he thinks moths have grown and you’re the flame.

“Give it to me I’ll handle it.”

What the fuck? Why was he being so… so like that?! So caring? Maybe it wasn’t caring, maybe it was just Friendly Team Fun. Definitely yeah but what. He was just an asshole now he swept the safe house for hostiles and is offering to “handle it?”. Ghost is ghost, you knew that. You knew that he has trouble admitting when he’s done wrong and instead resorts to helping out instead or solving a problem of yours. Rather than replying back verbally, you shot him an inquisitive look with your hand on your hip.

“Yeah, whatever just stand there and pose. I don’t care just give it to me I’ll fix the jam”

It was his way of saying sorry and despite your mini grudge against him for the way he was acting, you still handed them over.

“Fine. Here.”

Once the laborious task was finished, he looked over and saw you sleeping, albeit lightly. Cleaning your weapons was his way of saying sorry, while trying to protect you though he would never admit either out loud. Maybe someday.

“Wasn’t mad, jus’ scared. Didn’t wanna lose you”

Being the light sleeper you are, you stiffened but he didn’t catch it.

Once you got exfil and landed safely at the Air Base, Gaz and Soap were there to greet the both of you. Upon exiting the Chinook, you marched ahead of Ghost. Scanning their faces, you saw Gaz and Soap exchange a look. They had seen Ghost trailing behind you… with his hand behind your back. You didn’t say anything, not wanting to scare him off but let out a gentle hum. Accepting his apology once and for all. You could live with the warmth of his hand coating your back.

A/N: yeah let’s all look away I made this in an hour out of boredom. i’m thinking of doing the other COD boys next, but if so who would y’all wanna see next? also oh em gee ghost is really an acts of service typa guy like this man will most definitely have painkillers on hand for you like aHHHH.

[wolfchankki]

Hii I saw you said you asking for requests 👉👈 if you don’t mind could you do a needy sub!Yeonjun fic with petplay and dumbification/degrading involved :3 or same scenario just with bratty sub!Gyu, whichever you would prefer!

Hi sweet thing, hyd? This time I choose bratty Gyu because even knowing my writing is horrendous, I have a thing for bratty Gyu lol. For this one, I included a bit of aftercare, something that is really important for mental and physical care of both parts, hope you don’t mind it.

Hope you like it, angel! (but sorry for any error, I made this listening to my Everglow playlist so-)

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Bratty pet!Beomgyu x GN!Master/Tamer reader

pet play (bear gyu, don’t ask), use of “it” instead of “he/him” sometimes, dumbification with bits of degradation, cursing, fingering, aftercare, kinda fluff at the very end

Some typos are on purpose to represent Gyu’s state in the moment

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“Animal Impulses”

“You’re so stupid it hurts” you groan in annoyance each time your slightly curled fingers abused the pet’s already sore and loose hole. The brown bear tail plug did its damage earlier.

Obviously, the dumb thing couldn’t shut his mouth to save his life.

“You fu-fucking bitch- oh! Fucking he-hell!” it says, trying to crawl away from your tight grip on its hips, inevitably pressuring its cock with your forearm under the pet. Of course, you press harder. Who this thing thinks it is?

“Shut you damn mouth before you really get me pissed, little bear” cooed you with a smirk, even knowing your pet couldn’t see you.

On all fours, Beomgyu, the said pet, keens and whines every time you miss its spot purposely, poor thing really considers it torture.

Earlier that day, Beomgyu pushed every limits you could imagine, but the breaking point was when he made you trip on his foot, falling on all fours. You didn’t even mind, you two do it all the time, but he caught you when he said in front of all your friend that “that’s the position I fuck them every night”. Oh boy, he went too far.

“Isn’t that the way you told them you fuck me, Beomgyu? Isn’t it? But who’s getting fucked out of senses right now, uh? Who’s the only bitch here?”

“You-you!” it managed to answer under heavy breaths and cries, making you laugh.

“Am I? Let’s see.”

Pushing its head on the mattress, of course taking care to not take off the fluffy bear ears from the hair, you made your poor pet loose balance on its front paws. It buried its face and chest in a pillow, arms falling weak over his head, ass in the air with your fingers still curled inside. Stuffing him further, Beomgyu shrieks when you finally slammed against the bundle of nerves inside him.

Well, the two of you probably will receive stares from the neighbors; who cares?

“Please, please, ple-ase!” he said between sobs, his limp body rocking back and forth with the amount of strength you’re using to bury three of yours fingers deeper inside of him.

“Please what, stupid hoe?” you know very well that he wants to cum, yet, take advantage of his state is very pleasurable since he just says “please” when hes finally breaking, finally submitting, finally desperate.

As expected, the boy just keens, trying to rock his hips against your hand, way too weak and lost in his own moans and whines.

“Uh? Too stupid to speak properly to your master, Beomgyu? You’re just a dumb hoe, aren’t you? Thought I’ve heard you say earlier that I was the bitch here…” said with a fake pout, you pretend to really thinks about it.

Mouth hanging open, drooling against the pillow, Beomgyu tries to say something, but he could only moan. Taking pity on him, you slow down just a little bit, letting the pet breath heavily, gasping.

“No… No bitch, you not ‘itch, mas’er”

“I’m not? So, who’s then?” slamming hard against him again, his desperate sobs and crying were music to your ears.

“Me! Me, me, me! Gyu is a-ah! Gyu is a bitch!” that finally managed to make you smile.

“You can cum now, little bear, you did good.”

Feeling his walls spasming and twitching and squeezing your fingers, there was no need to even see his dick to know that he came the moment you allowed with a loud cry, all his body spasming against the sheets.

Stopping when the pet nearly screamed in overstimulation, you took your fingers out slowly, whine after whine, Beomgyu only could say muffled and broken “sorry”.

“It’s okay, love, you did well. My pretty boy…”

Brushing his hair with your clean fingers, after you take off the fluffy ears, you start to put his mind back into place, letting him know that everything is okay, that he’s a good boy.

“You’re no whore, no slut, you´re just my pretty boy, that I love so, so much.”

Kissing his forehead ever so tenderly, you noticed that he’s still not really focusing on something, his thoughts hanging on cloud nine.

Cautiously, you helped him to stand out of the bed, gripping on his waist so he doesn’t fall on the ground, you bring him to the bathroom, running a warm bath for him.

Already in the bathtub, you let him alone for just a minute to change all the mattress of your bed. When done, you were welcomed back in the bathroom with a teary eyed Beomgyu, looking up at you.

“ ‘m sorry for making you trip and… And for say what I’ve said, and for calling you a bitch…”

The guilt in his voice crashed your heart a bit, but now, you smile.

“You’re forgiven, my boy. Thank you for recognizing what you did wrong, and for apologizing. I love you, little bear.”

Helping him to wash his hair, you remembered him that he was really forgiven, that he was good.

The night proceeded with the two of you cuddled on the bed, just covered with a blanket, no clothes. Just skin to skin contact, the way he likes.

Okay, you almost couldn’t breathe with Beomgyu body all above yours, but you could survive the bear like hug this night.

[zeltqz]

who’s caving first? || haruchiyo sanzu.

S U M M A R Y: When Sanzu only wants to spend time with his sister to get to her best friend .

W A R N I N G S - oral sex (face sitting), haruchiyo is desperate, so is reader, senju is innocent bless her, rough sex, fem!reader, pet names, teasing, sexual tension, slight enemies to lovers —you gotta squint tho—

W O R D C O U N T - 6K YEEAH

N O T E S - im actually really proud of this. HEHEHE HOPE U GUYS LIKE <333333. Also if there’s any typos pls ignore. I’m so tired rn

T A G G I N G - @magentaviolette @gajeelstan @nalyana @luvhaitani @keisaint @imjustaweirdnerd

“…chiyo. Haruchiyo!”

Sanzu snaps his head up to his sister as she’s giving him a confused yet disappointed look. “What?”

“What?” Senju scoffs, “what do you mean what? You asked to come over for ‘bonding time’, now you’re not even paying attention!! What the hell Haruuuu--“

Ugh. She’s whining again. Haruchiyo fights the urge to tell her to shut up, instead he puts on his best poker face. “Sorry, I got a little distracted.” He continues swiping the egg wash on the crust of the pastry. 

“Hm, with what?” Senju rolls the dough between her hands, cringing at the way the flour sticks under her acrylics. It’s going to be a pain to clean that up later. 

“My…thoughts.”

He’s not lying. If his thoughts were a person called Y/N, then he’s on point. It’s hard for him to focus on literally anything from the way at this angle he’s standing at, he has perfect access to Senju’s backyard. By the pool, you’re too engrossed by your phone to notice the way he is staring at you from over the top of Senju’s head.

Ah, great. He’s distracted again, too focused on the way your feet are kicking the water from where you sit at the pool ledge. Each splash generates a ripple that flows for a couple seconds before disbanding. It’s not the water physics he’s distracted by.

It’s what you’re wearing .

Of course it wouldn’t be appropriate to be wearing something baggy and flimsy during summer—especially if you’re by a pool. But you really didn’t have to wear something so revealing. It’s killing him inside knowing that you’re off limits because you’re ‘Senju’s friend’. That stupid rule made by literally nobody but society. He’s not sure if Senju cares or not if he fucks you, but it’s still an awkward thing to ask someone. 

Sanzu looks down at the small bowl where the egg wash is—was. Now empty as he’s been mindlessly brushing the liquid onto each pastry that Senju placed onto the tray.

“Oh, is it finished?” Senju has to place her hands on the counter to lift herself up a little bit to see over the bowl from where its placed by Haruchiyo. The empty carton of eggs next to his hands also  catching her eye.  “We ran out of eggs too… Y/N!”

“What?!” You call from outside, still engrossed in your phone. The slightest faintest smile is on your face as you bite your lip reading your messages. 

Haruchiyo can feel his fingers tighten against the handle of the basting brush. His lips curling downwards into a frown, eyes narrowing when he sees you giggle into your palm.  Who the fuck are you talking to--

“I need you to go to the store for me!” Senju’s loud voice reminds Haruchiyo to keep his poker face back up, masking his true hidden intentions, the real reason why he came here.

No, he doesn’t care about bonding time with his sister, nor does he care for some goddamn pastries. What he does care about, is getting a taste of you, a glimmer of body underneath him, hear your moans as he fucks you slowly—or do you like it rough and hard? He can feel his cock twitch in his pants when you enter through the sliding doors, readjusting your bikini top straps over your shoulder. He doesn’t miss the way the strap exposed a little bit of your right boob from the movement. 

“Store? For what?” You don’t pay Haruchiyo anymind at all, and he doesn’t like it. Maybe because you know what he’s here for or maybe because you just don’t like him. The second option seems more appropriate—the first option would only suffice if you were a mind-reader or psychic (highly unlikely).

It’s safe to say that Haruchiyo isn’t the most approachable person. You initially tried to become his friend now that you were best friends with his sister, but he never showed you any mind. 

Maybe it’s because of the way you dressed? Looking back, three years ago, you weren’t the best dressed… only wearing baggy shirts and trousers to cover up because the boys at your school were complete total perverts. Senju understood, she even joined you in the baggy shirt gang club whatever stupid nickname you both called it.

It was dumb, you looked homeless at times, wearing clothes twice your size with no makeup done because who were you trying to impress? That’s probably the reason you think Haruchiyo doesn’t like you.

According to Haruchiyo’s sources—it was correct. He hated the way you dressed, because you reminded him of his god-awful sister. The two of you would wear the same hideously big clothes and it just looked awful. He hated it. He hated you. He hated his sister.

Hanging out with the Haitani’s (not willingly—it was more mandatory by Manjiro, to get along for the ‘gang’s sake’) altered his taste in women. Haruchiyo was never one to chase after a woman, like Ran’s sorry ass, or go on his knees and propose to a girl like Rindou’s desperate ass. 

But it was quite clearly obvious that the three of them lived very different lifestyles. Haruchiyo had a simple timetable to follow. Fight. Kill (sometimes). Eat. Sleep. Repeat. 

Boring lifestyle—sure. But he was satisfied. 

The Haitani’s, on the other hand. Go out. Party. Clubs. Sleep with a random chick from said club. Sleep (especially Ran). Simp (cough Rindou). Repeat. It was crazy, but they aren’t called the Rulers of Roppongi for no reason.

It was tiring at first, being out with them almost all day until Ran decided it was time for his slumber. But gradually, he started to enjoy it. He even found himself attending a club on his own once. After a lapdance from one girl and a bunch of hickies from another (at the same time), he then came to the realisation that he loves women. 

Loves them so, so much. 

So when he saw you, without that ridiculous outfit, for the first time. His dick twitched, and he knew what time it was. Sadly enough…the damage was already done. You hated his guts and you assumed he still hated yours after three years of slandering you along with his pain in the ass sister.

It was a bit hurtful, to hear those crude comments about your clothes.The only thing keeping you afloat was you knowing that you didn’t actually dress that way--only to keep all the boys staring another direction and not at your body. 

The second you graduated high school, you never wore those hideous outfits again. 

“Eggs. Like two more cartons, I think. No--no scratch that. One carton is fine.” Senju washes her hands under the sink, trying to get all the flour and batter off her hands so she can grab her wallet and give it to you.

“One box, okay…” You’re still on that stupid phone. Put the phone down. “The small box or big box?”

“No. Not box, carton! Don’t come back here with 40 eggs in a big box, we’re not a farm. And put the phone down!”

You sigh and turn off your phone. The click your phone made as the screen went black made Sanzu almost shed tear from sheer joy. He silently thanks Senju for that, because now he gets to see your pretty face not smiling down at whoever the fuck you’re texting.

“Okay! One carton. Six eggs or twelve?” You reach your hand out, grabbing Senju’s contactless card from her grasp. The second that card is in your hands, you’re already pulling your phone back out, distracted by another notification.

Sanzu can never win.

“Six. I’m almost done with these pastries. I’m gonna go pack now.” Senju hurries up the stairs, leaving the two of you alone in the kitchen. 

You can feel him staring at you, despite your eyes fixated on your phone. It’s getting a bit uncomfortable now, feeling his piercing green eyes burn holes into your skull, as if he’s waiting for you to say something. A puff of air escapes your nose as you look up at him, not noticing the way he flicks his gaze up from your chest to your eyes—trying to seem as respectable as possible.

“Do you want something from the store?” You don’t really care if he does or not--you just felt the need to say something to dispose of the awkward air in the room.

 “Nah.” He’s about to run a hand through his hair, only stopping halfway when he can feel the stickiness of the eggs practically glueing his fingers together. “I’ll just wait till you come back.”

“Yeah… speaking of. How long are you planning to stay here? Because Senju leaves for her trip in three hours.”

He shrugs from the sink. “Dunno. I’ll stay however long I want. I pay for this house.”

You make a noise of disagreement. “Actually, Omi does.”

Omi? Oh--his pain in the ass brother. “I own Takeomi, sweetheart.” 

You can’t help but cringe at the nickname. He’s getting way too comfortable for your own good. Sanzu dries his hands using a paper towel, then makes his way onto the couch. For some reason, your eyes follow him the entire time, even subconsciously walking over to the wall that divides the kitchen and the living room, leaning against it as you watch him kick his feet up onto the glass table in front of him. 

“You’re getting awfully cosy. You staying a while?”

However long it takes until I fuck you. 

“Yeah, think so.” 

There’s a thump on the couch next to him as you plop down, resting Senju’s card on the back of your phone case in your right hand. “Any reason for that?”

Sanzu literally cannot focus, cannot keep his eyes on your face—your pretty face. Not the way you’re body is on display like this. He thanks the world for a little something called peripheral vision, making side eye contact with your tits as he’s looking dead in your eye. 

Fuck, they look so pretty, even from the blurred angle. He wonders how they’d feel in his mouth. Are your nipples hard and perky? Or soft and supple? Wonders how they’d feel in his mouth, wonders how they’d feel pushed up against his cock. 

He’s never been tit-fucked before, but he can picture it now. You, on your knees in front of him as you press your tits  together, sliding them up and down his cock to milk hi cum. Fuck—would you lick the cum off your face, or would you let him cum on your tits. 

He has to calm down, he can literally feel himself getting harder as he loses himself in his thoughts. “Reason for what?”

“Reason for staying as long as you want?” You stop and shift so you’re facing him fully now, your arm resting along the back of the couch. 

This angle is even worse. Now he can see the curve of your body from top to bottom. 

“I mean,” he also shifts so he’s facing you fully, “I could say the same about you. After all, this is Senju’s house. You’re also a visitor.”

“But, I’m her friend .”

“And I’m her brother.” 

There’s something about the way he’s looking at you as he talks to you that has you wanting to rub your thighs together. But you know if you did, he’d catch on rather quickly. The last thing you’d want is for him to have something to taunt you with. 

Those three years were painful enough. 

You glare up at him, fingers tightening against your phone before standing up. “I’m going to change.”

Before he could even protest, he was forcefully silenced as he watched you walk away. The view from the back was even better than the front. “Fuck.” He whispers to himself before sinking back into the leather couch. 

He drags his eyes along his sweats, thanking his past self for choosing black sweats today instead of grey. What’s worse than having a boner in grey sweats is being caught having a boner in grey sweats. 

He’s managed to get rid of his boner by the time you’ve come down the stairs, dressing in a simple black hoodie and some matching joggers. 

He’s missing the sight of your body already. 

“Okay, I’m going now.”

The time it takes you to run to the store and back is enough time for Senju to finish packing her bags, asking her brother to help her carry it outside to her car while she takes the pastries out from the oven. Fresh and hot, she packed them in three big clear containers before shoving them inside a plastic bag. 

By the time you walk in through the door, the smell of fresh break and cookies make your mouth water. Then you frown, realising you went all that way for some eggs just for Senju to finish baking. “What the hell, Senju? What did I buy this for?”

“I’m sorry!! I read the timing wrong, I’m supposed to be there in an hour from now, and--” Sanzu places his hand on her shoulder, calming her down. 

“Relax. Go, take your pastries and have fun with your friends.”

He tries his hardest to sound as caring as possible—in actuality he just wants her out of the house now. He finds you’re much easier to break down and get under your skin when Senju isn’t around. This icy cold exterior you create only when she’s there. 

Typical. Acting big and bad in front of a friend, but crumble the moment they’ve left. 

He can’t wait to push your limits. 

You wave goodbye to Senju and lock the door behind you. Heading straight over to the kitchen, you empty the bag you got from the store, placing the eggs over by the side and taking out your packet of gummies you bought for yourself as a reward for going all that way for Senju. 

She wouldn’t mind if you bought a small treat for yourself. 

You decide to stay in the clothes you went out in, too lazy to go upstairs and change into your pyjamas when what you’re already wearing is comfortable. You manage to watch an entire season of your favourite show, munching on your gummy bears while guessing the flavour as you blindly chew them. A little game you came up with to keep yourself occupied. 

It’s not until it’s dark outside, the flickering lights outside by the pool illuminating to light up the backyard. You notice it’s been fairly quiet around the house—and that’s odd because you have a visitor. 

You haven’t seen him since Senju left, and that was-- you pick up your phone from where it was sitting next to your legs and turn it on to read the time--yeah, it’s been almost 8 hours since she left and there’s been no sign of him. 

That’s odd. 

The flicker from one of the bulbs outside catches your eye, reminding you it’s time to head upstairs. That light always creeps you out whenever you’re over here. Grabbing your blanket and your phone, you start to make your way up the stairs to Senju’s room. 

She allows you to sleep there whenever you’re staying over. Your roommates over at your house are too annoying to deal with, so you come over to hers to lay off steam. You weren’t expecting her older brother to be here though. 

Humming the theme song of the show you were watching, you reach the top of the staircase, only to bump into a hard figure. Your eyes were so fixated on the ground you didn’t notice Sanzu was actually on his way downstairs, preoccupied on his own phone. 

The reason you almost stumbled down the stairs wasn’t because of the contact, but instead the shiver tracing a slow line down the length of your spine as you stared up at him shirtless. The initial shock is what causes you to almost stumble down, but then he reaches out quickly, grabbing onto your wrist and pulling you back up to the top.

“Y’alright?” It’s a simple question that deserves a simple answer. It’s a shame your brain isn’t functioning at the moment, eyes too focused on the way the water from the shower he just took drips down his chest, tracing over the very faint lines of his abs. To be honest--you were not expecting this. He never seemed like the type to work out, a very lanky individual, but the physique he wears is almost perfect.

His body is nothing too flashy, yet you can already imagine placing your hands on his chest, running your fingers through the indents of his faint ab outline. The water drops just make it even hotter aswell—your dirty brain replaces that with the moisture coming from your tongue as you mark up his chest with kisses.

You shake your head. No, this is wrong. This is your best friend's brother, but he’s so hot— “No.”

“What?”

You snap your mouth shut, realising you spoke out loud. Sanzu looks down at you, a confused glimmer in his eye as he tightens his hold on your wrist, repeating his question. “I asked if you were alright.”

“Oh.” Yeah, m’alright. You forget to voice the words outloud, only realising you spoke in your head when Sanzu doesn’t let go of your wrist, actively seeking your answer. “Fuck--sorry I gotta go.” His grip on your wrist slips rather easily as you slide your body past his to get past the stairs, heading straight towards Senju’s room. 

Your body makes contact with the door as you lock it from behind you and slide down the door onto the floor. You fight the urge to scream into your hands. You’re a sick human being. Thinking about kissing your best friend’s brother’s chest? Do you have no shame?

It’s embarrassing. Senju’s been such a great person to you throughout your entire friendship, and to think this is how you repay her. You slide into her bed, hoping and praying that these thoughts were a one-time thing. When you wake up tomorrow, he will be ugly Sanzu again--the one that makes your blood boil just hearing his name, the one who’s so hideously attractive it makes your thighs rub together to stop that tingle from reaching your pussy.

That Sanzu .

Morning comes and you’re eager to go downstairs, hoping that your prayers have been answered. Sanzu would be back to being hideous and you could spend your week here in peace with 0 dirty thoughts. Easier said than done right?

He’s still shirtless. All morning. Afternoon too. And evening. 

This is getting ridiculous at this point. Like it is hot outside, but to be shirtless all fucking day? C’mon. He has to be doing this on purpose. He must’ve seen the way your brain short circuited last night on the staircase with just a glimpse of his chest that was even barely visible due to the darkness from the lack of lightbulbs in the hallway. 

He has to be doing this on purpose. 

You disregard everything your brain was convincing you not to do yesterday, and chose to walk around the next day in just a t-shirt and panties. Is this a little weird? Yes. Are you going to stop? No. You could feel his gaze on you—well on your ass and thighs, the t-shirt riding up your thighs with every movement you made, exposing more of your skin to him.

Sanzu couldn’t help but think you had beaten him at his own game. It’s no secret he did walk around shirtless to try and fluster you, but you managed to compose yourself. But him right now? Seeing you in just a tight shirt with straight up panties underneath—fuck they were black too. His weakness.

He can’t take it anymore. It’s only been a couple hours and he’s already giving up on the imaginary game you both created. 

“Turn around.” 

You pause your movements, hand frozen over the freezer door. Over the curve of your shoulder, you can see him standing behind you, wearing a shirt this time. It’s a shame honestly, but you’re not complaining. No more temptation.

“What do you want?” You choose to ignore him, bending down to the bottom shelf of the freezer to pull out a popsicle. It was extra hot today, you needed something cold to suck on. You know he’s staring at your shirt as it lifts up over your ass, exposing your panties on full display. You know the popsicles are in the top drawer--but that doesn’t stop you.

By the time you grab the one you wanted, you take a stand up and take a step back to close the freezer door only to walk right into his chest. You’re about to make a witty smark remark about how he needs to learn personal space, when he leans forward, his chest pressing against your back. The words die down in your throat as he practically pushes you up against the freezer. His hands slide down your body slowly, too slow for your liking. His fingers slide down to the hem of your shirt, lifting it up slightly before sliding his fingers up your stomach. You can’t breathe like this, breaths come out heavy as you try to focus on the feeling of his hands tracing onto your stomach. They leave your stomach, sliding down to your hips where he dips a finger underneath the fabric, lightly touching your skin with soft touches that have you burning up with heat. 

His fingers feel so… you can’t even describe it. It’s only a couple touches and you already feel your panties getting damper with every lingering touch he gives you. You throw your head back onto his shoulder as he begins to press kisses down your neck. From this angle, it’s a little uncomfortable having to strain your neck all the way back to give him more access--but it’s worth it. It’s so worth it. His soft lips feel 100x better than the simple touches of his fingers.

You swear the heat radiating off your body is enough to match the weather outside, you feel the packet of your popsicle start to drip as it starts melting.

You bite back a moan as his fingers slide down to your panties, about to press onto your clit before the heat suddenly disappears and it’s now you can feel the cold press of the popsicle packet digging into the skin of your fingers. Coming back to your senses, you lift your head back from his shoulder and open your eyes. You didn’t even realise you had closed them. Fucking Haruchiyo .

“Excuse me,” he says, opening the freezer door. You stand there, jaw dropped to the ground as you watch him pull out a packet of frozen peas from the drawer. 

“Are you—are you kidding me?” 

“What?” He asks almost like he’s genuinely confused as to why you’re reacting this way. 

“Why did you-- you kissed me!”

“I needed to get past the freezer.” He laughs, biting his bottom lip as he watches your whole world unravel and fall apart. It’s working. Ran’s advice is working. Get her needy and desperate for you, then she’ll come begging to you for more. He can see it in your eyes if your voice wasn’t enough evidence as is. The way it wavers ever so lightly, voice a tad bit higher than your normal pitch, the way your chest is still rising and falling faster than usual. This was so brilliant. 

“You don’t s-seduce people into moving out of the way, Sanzu.” 

The stutter? God, you were easier to break apart than he thought. “Yeah?” He steps closer to you, towering over you as he watches you try your best to keep a decent poker face on, meeting him head on with a stern expression, only to fail the moment his hands land on your hips. “Who said I was seducing you? That sounds like a you problem right there.”

Oh this fucker . You know exactly what he’s doing. He’s met his match alright, thinking he can play you, then get you to question whether or not your feelings are real or not from his actions.

“It’s not?” You alter your voice slightly, getting on your tiptoes to make your move—or better yet leave your mark. You brush your lips against his neck ever so slightly, feeling him tense up as the hot air from your nose tickled his skin. Holding the popsicle in one hand, you use the other to run your fingers through his long hair, kissing the smooth skin on his neck ever so lightly. Using the same feather light he kisses he littered all over your body.

Sanzu bit his lip, grip on your hips tightening as he felt your lips move across the sensitive skin on his neck with his ease. He almost moans when you kiss up to his jaw, tongue licking a stripe up his skin before tracing the length of his jawline with kisses. 

The moment you reached his chin, you pulled back slightly, looking him eye to eye as your lips practically brushed against his own. “Hi.” You whisper, dropping your eyes from his own down to his lips, those same ones that were on your body not that long ago.

His eyes scan over your face, lingering a little too long on your own lips. It makes you feel naked and vulnerable under his stare. It’s overwhelming, yet you find yourself leaning closer, and closer. Your lips touch, but it’s not a kiss. 

You almost have him. So close.

The moment he’s leaning forward, you’re pulling back, arms stretched out as you yawn loudly. “Fuck, I’m so tired.” 

You don’t even get the opportunity to walk away, leaving your plan ticked off with 100% completion, because his fingers are grabbing onto your chin, forcing you to face him as he presses his lips against your own.

In case you tried some slick shit again, he locks you in with a huge hand on your hip as he works his mouth against yours. You drop your popsicle, it lands on the floor with a squelch next to the frozen peas. 

The second it hit the floor, your hands were on him, grabbing onto his hair to scratch at his scalp as he kissed you feverishly. “Fuck…I’ve wanted this—f-for so long.” He pants against your lips, not even giving you a second to respond as his lips are back on your own in a heated makeout. 

Your response is faint whimpers and moans as he coaxes your mouth open with his tongue, licking and sucking his way into your greedy mouth. He has an iron grip on your hips as he lifts you up and off the ground, your legs immediately wrap around his waist for support.

You’re being placed onto the couch, back hitting the soft cushions as you scramble up on your elbows to watch as he strips his shirt off. You don’t get time to look at his chest properly this time when his hands wrap around your ankles, tugging you closer to him. You slide off your elbows, back onto your back as he’s hovering over you.

“I wanna get this done quickly--” he’s unbuckling his pants and you watch as he can’t even be bothered to pull them down all the way down and off his legs, reaching inside his back pocket to pull out a condom. “Wanna do the honours?”

You frown, puffing out your upper lip as you grab the condom from his hands, sitting upright as you pull his boxers down. His fingers find themselves on your face, cupping your cheek as he looks down at you, “Why’re poutin’?”

“Because…I expected—y’know…”

“I don’t know.”

You rub your thighs together and watch as his eyebrows raise. “Ah, I get it now.” He takes the condom from your hand, intertwining your fingers together as he pushes you back down onto your back. “You one of those, right?”

“One of what?”

“Foreplay bitches, always want to be carressed and shit, ‘m I right?”

Isn’t that the bare minimum..?? You slowly nod your head and watch him chuckle, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “You’re cute Y/N. I’ve never done foreplay before, but I’ll try it, for you. Kay?”

“Okay…”

You let him kiss you again, and you can tell he’s genuinely trying this time, his lips feel more tender as they slide against yours. The hairs on his neck stand up when he hears the deep satisfied sigh you let out, hands climbing up his face to cup at his cheeks.

He has a hand sliding down your body to your panties, hooking a finger underneath, pulling back just as fast as it snaps against your skin. You squeal into the kiss, his tongue easily sliding in the moment your mouth opens.

You eagerly suck on his tongue as his fingers slide up your shirt, resting directly atop your boob. He pulls away with a satisfied smirk on his face, “No bra?”

“It’s hot.” You feel him squeeze your boob, moulding it in his hands as he half heartedly listens to what your excuse is. 

“If it’s that hot, you shoulda jus’ walked ‘round shirtless.” He’s sliding your shirt up and over, your arms lift up to allow him to fully remove it. “Fuck—knew you had nice tits.”

“I do?”

“Um, yah.” His chuckle is breathless, seeing you splayed out beneath him…so lewd,so sexy. Just like he’d pictured. Your breasts on full display,all for him. He latches and sucks on your nipple a bit too rough from what you’re used to, but you strangely like it. Liking the way his teeth scrape against your skin, the way his flicks your nipple with his tongue at a pace that shouldn’t even be possible. 

“Oh my god—haru..” You breathe, scowling when he laughs against your nipples. The hot air from his nostrils doing nothing but adding more sensation to your sensitive buds, muscles flexing causing your breast to twitch inside his mouth. 

He continues his ministrations, sliding a hand down past your panties, pressing up against your slit. You can feel him barely digging into your folds, only a light press, can feel the slick sticking to his finger as he drags his hand away from your cunt. You watch with open eyes as he puts it in his mouth---a taste test. 

Something changes inside him. He’s sitting up, dragging you along with him roughly. He’s positioning himself to lay down and you think you can tell what’s about to go down. 

“No.”

“Don’t be a pussy.” He grabs at your hips and pulls you towards him. There’s enough of a gap between your pussy and his face, sliding through that said gap so he’s looking directly up at your clothed pussy. 

“Sit on my face.”

“N-no.”

“Why not.” You gasp when he peels your panties aside, a soft gasp leaving his mouth when he sees just how wet you are. 

“I-it’s embarrassing ..”

He looks around the room dramatically, fingers still digging through your folds carelessly. “Nobody’s here but us princess, now--” He grabs your hips, ignoring your yelp in favour of tugging you flush against his face, “Fuck—that’s it.” 

He begins to eat you out, tongue sliding up and down your folds, loud moans leaving both your mouths; yours are almost sobs, the way he’s fucking into your cunt with his tongue, lips circling around your clit. 

“Fuck—you taste, s’good—s’amazin’ for me.”

“H-haru! Ohmy--“ you’re fighting the urge to rut your hips down, not wanting to suffocate him. Hell, he’d probably like that---the sick bastard. “Yes, yes yes.” You chant over and over again, shamelessly rutting your cunt harder onto his face, to get the feeling of his nose brushing against your clit. “Shit! I’m close—Haru—I’m--“

He moans as he feels your walls clench around his tongue, briefly pulling out to stuff a finger inside, moving at the same pace his tongue was. You moan out his name as you cum on his face, riding out your orgasm as he suctions around your clit, lapping up your juices from your cunt. 

“That was so hot.” He lifts you up and over him, resting you beneath him. He grabs the condom where it dropped on the couch and rips it open, rolling it down his length. He hooks his arms under your thighs to spread you out more, enjoying the view of you spread out, cunt wet and pulsating with the need to be filled. 

“Ready?”

“Yes. Put it in please--“

You scream when he slams himself inside with a simple thrust, his cock curving in all the right directions, tears pool in your eyes as you’re unable to adjust to the stretch of his cock. 

He doesn’t give you any time to prepare yourself, time was already ticking with all that foreplay. He needs to feel you cum around his cock now. His speed is fast, calculated, each slap of his hips against yours reaching directly into your cervix. 

You’re loud. Louder than you’ve ever been before. 

“God—so hot, think I’m gonna cum soon--“ his voice is strained as he fixes his gaze on his cock as it slides in and out of you. He’s holding your legs apart by the ankle, spreading you out in the way he seeks fit. 

You’re not prepared for when he suddenly pressed downwards, folding you in two as he continues his hard thrusts. The couch is shaking as you moan his name out, over and over, the power behind each thrust is harder than the last. 

His rhythm is getting sloppier, you can feel his cock twitching inside you that you know he’s close. What’s his next move--? Will he come inside you? Or pull out and cum on your face? He seems like the type to enjoy facials. 

“S-sanzu--“ you whimper when he looks down at you, “cum on me… please.” You don’t care where at this point--as long as it’s not inside. You’re not ready for that yet.

“Fuck,” he grunts, throwing his head back and repositioning his hips to slam harder into you. You grip onto the nearest cushion, grip so tight you swear you can rip the fabric off if you tried hard enough. “That’s it—cum around my cock, sexy.”

You can’t help it, body spazzing violently as you hide your face with the cushion, muffling out your moans as you cum on his cock. 

His movements still and he’s quick to pull out of you, ripping the condom off and tossing it somewhere across the room. His hands are fast, jerking himself off before he throws his head back, moaning quite loudly as he splashes ropes of cum on your chest, aiming for your nipples but some lands on your stomach. 

“Oh my god.” He watches with wide eyes and heavy breaths as you dip your fingers onto the pool of cum on your chest, scooping some up with two fingers, stuffing them into your mouth, moaning obscenely around your fingers as you suck the residue off.

“Next time,” you take another scoop, but instead of eating it, you play with it, stretching your fingers far apart to see how far it stretches before it eventually snaps, “next time cum inside me.”

“Next time?” He leans forward to kiss you, groaning a bit at the salty taste of his cum, but it fades away with the way you’re licking into his mouth. You hum and nod into the kiss, fingers sliding behind his back to leave scratch marks that have him shuddering.

 You break the kiss to bite at his bottom lip, “Yeah, next time.”

Sanzu thought this would be a one time thing—hit and dip—as the old saying goes. But seeing you there, looking up at him so deviously—he doesn’t think he can fuck another woman that’s not you again. 

[duhnova]

corruption - hhu headcanons

blame @jihoonsrubylips for asking for this (hehe ily holly mwah, i hope you enjoy)

hhu x fem!reader

word count: ~1.8k

warning(s): nsfw under the cut!! (mdni), basically pwop, CORRUPTION KINK, use of princess & sweetheart & angel & dove & darling as a petname, daddy is used (1), choking, face riding, ab riding, thigh riding, throat/face fucking, talks of the reader being a virgin (and their first time), mentions of going to the hospital (nothing major), some degradation?, a little praise?, subspace, a whole lotta filth, let me know if i forgot anything! - don’t mind grammatical errors/typos (i tried extra hard this time and had @junkissed & @onlymingyus proof <3 my beloveds fr ily and thank you MWAH) (also tagging @hyucks-rose & @onlyseokmins for helping and being along the journey ILY MWAH)

(YES THE OT4 HEADCANONS ARE THE SAME AS THE PU ONES CAUSE THEY’RE IMPORTANT!!)

ot4:

despite them wanting to absolutely ruin you, they waited until you were 100% ready - especially since the first time they got to be with you you were still a virgin

the whole aspect of them wanting to corrupt and ruin you means they’re rough and mean and sometimes it can be overwhelming so they take aftercare very serious (they know that you need a lot of time to recuperate afterwards so they’re always quick to clean you up, and lay with you and even getting you food and water when you finally come out of the haze) 

the color system is huge with them!! and there’s a safe word always in place (even if it never gets used it’s always there and neither of you ever forget it) 

seungcheol:

look it came as a surprise to seungcheol that he had a corruption kink ok? he wasn’t exactly a fiend for sex and he could care less if you two had gotten intimate like that, he just loved you and loved being around you.. however the first time you fell into bed together was absolute bliss and it opened a flood gate for the both of you (you couldn’t keep your hands off each other) 

he always thought you were beautiful, always thought you looked so cute in skirts but he noticed you liked to wear them shorter, liked to bend over and show off your pretty thighs and panties to him and god did it drive him insane, he just loved to bend you over his thigh and smack your ass until you were dripping wet and begging to ride him (however he never gives you the satisfaction of that, instead he makes you ride his thigh until you’re legs are shaking and you can’t keep going) 

his hands are always so rough on your hips, his fingers digging into the plush flesh as he moves you to drag your swollen and sensitive clit on the fabric of his pants, his muscles flexing to give you more stimulation and all you can do is whimper and hide your face in his neck where you desperately kiss and suck dark marks 

it’s almost like your body is trained to react to him (it kind of is honestly) because he could just be sitting there doing absolutely nothing and he shifts a certain and suddenly your legs are closing as a wave of arousal washes over you (he thinks is cute how just seeing his legs barely being contained in his pants makes you drool) 

“you do this to yourself darling, you wear your skirts shorter just to tease me with that cute ass of yours and now it’s all red,” he rubs soothing hands over your stringing ass cheeks before they find their way to your hips again to help you find the rhythm you lost when he removed his hands. “but you like that don’t you? like it when daddy smacks your ass raw just to have you ride his thigh till you’re a crying mess, dripping all over the place.” and all you can do is nod as your legs shake, your thighs squeezing around his one as your orgasm is fast approaching. “ah, you don’t get to cum just yet.” he lifts you up enough so you’re just hovering over his drenched leg, smirking when you squirm and whine about how close you were. “bad girls don’t get what they want, now behave or you’re not gonna cum at all tonight.” 

mingyu:

mingyu never really thought about the fact that he was going to be your first, and he always thought it was going to be sweet and soft (because he felt it’s what you deserved to have as your first time having sex) but boy was he wrong 

you weren’t oblivious to sex (you’ve definitely had your fair share of orgasms, although they were all self imposed) and youve seen a lot of porn and read a lot of books so you had a pretty decent understanding of what you wanted: and what you wanted was for mingyu to absolutely ruin you 

your quiet whimpers about how much bigger he is than you, the slight tummy bulge and the way you can’t make coherent sounds make his brain short circuit and all he can think about is fucking you hard and making you cum as many times as possible before he’s unloading his cum deep inside you

the first time you ever sat on his face he slipped into sub space - he was so overwhelmed with the feeling of you suffocating him with your thighs and your juices flowing down his cheeks and to his neck where it pooped in his collarbones that he couldn’t help but slip away a little (only coming to when you worriedly cleaned him up and brought him water) 

^ he might like to ruin you but god does he love it when you inadvertently ruin him

“look at you princess, taking my cock so well,” his hips slap against yours harshly, a strangled moan escaping you at the sheer force of him slamming his cock into you. “so fucking tight yet i fit inside you so perfectly. fuck.” his mouth falls open when your walls flutter around him. “feel that baby? pussy squeezing around me so nicely, it’s like i was made for this pussy, made to ruin it and fuck it till you’re crying that you can’t take no more.” he noses against your jaw when all you can do is whine. “you’d like that, wouldn't you? stupid little whore just wants me to ruin her till she can’t walk the next day, isn’t that right?” 

wonwoo:

from day one this man knew he wanted to ruin you, wanted to see you fall apart below him as you take every inch of his cock (something not many have succeeded in doing and god did he lose his mind when he finally bottomed out, the tip nuzzling your cervix deliciously: almost like you were made for him (and in his corrupt little mind you were)  

he loved every second of training you to take his cock in both your pussy and mouth (though he still can’t stuff it all in, however he loves the effort you make and he thinks it’s so cute how full your mouth looks as your eyes flutter close and you moan around his cock)  but something he loves more is watching you fall apart on other parts of his body 

sure he tried thigh riding, it was fun but not pleasing enough for him, and he loves eating you out but he still thinks it’s not fulfilling enough for him.. what is fulfilling enough is watching you make a mess as you drag your poor swollen clit over every ridge of his abs; whining about how strong he is when he flexes his muscles for you (and god does it boost his ego to see his precious little sweetheart fall apart for him like that) 

he thinks it’s absolutely delicious how your juices pool in the duvets of his abs and he groans when you move up closer to his chest so he can get a close up of your pussy gliding and coating his skin in a layer of your arousal; he loves even more to make you clean it all up with your mouth, he groans as you keep eye contact while you slowly run your tongue over ever ridge, sucking lightly and leaving faint love bites as you make your way towards his face so you can shower your tongue in his mouth so he can taste you.

“look at you making such a mess sweetheart. you’re so desperate, so needy that you’ll fuck your pussy against anything won’t you?” he groans lowly when you whimper and rock your hips faster against his abs. “fuck princess, im not going anywhere, take your time.” but all you can do is dig your nails into his chest as you keep your fast pace, your orgasm coiling up in your stomach. he flexes his stomach more when he notices the way your eyes flutter as you bite  lip, something you do when you’re concentrating on your own pleasure. “that’s it sweetheart, fall apart for me.” he whispers as he keeps flexing to give you more friction against your clit. 

vernon:

don’t let his charming smile and pretty laugh fool you, he’s far from an angel (and all he ever seems to think about nowadays is you between his legs, taking every inch of his cock down your throat) 

he was always soft and gentle with you at first, your first time together was exactly how he thought it would be, passionate and full of love, but god when you got on your knees for him later he knew he was going to absolutely wreck you (and vice versa) 

this man is so whipped for you, and for your pussy, he’ll do pretty much anything you asked him to do and when you asked him to fuck your throat like he fucks your pussy he just about cracked. he’s not gonna lie that he did lose a little self control when he fucked your throat (like actually fucked it) for the first time; and he was only slightly embarrassed when you two had to go to the hospital the next day cause your throat hurt so bad (he has since learned how to be more gentle and careful about it but god he’ll never forget how you got on your knees and begged him to ruin your pretty mouth) 

he’ll rest a hand on your throat so he can feel his cock sliding in and out of it as he’s fucking it, and he’ll even squeeze a little eliciting a strangled whine from you and a breathy moan from him; and when he realized you whined because you liked how he squeezed your throat? he never misses a beat now to wrap his pretty fingers around your neck 

“what’s wrong angel? is it too much for you? can’t handle having my dick inside you anymore? maybe i should fuck that pretty mouth instead since it can’t seem to make any sounds.” he grips at the underside of your jaw, squeezing your neck a little. your eyes are rolling into the back of your head with every sharp thrust he delivers to your swollen pussy and all you can do is make a pathetic excuse of a moan, your pussy clenching around him and effectively creaming his dick for the umpteenth time that night. “shit, can you handle one more dove? if not i can-“ and just as vernon’s voice was softening, making sure you could physically handle another orgasm you’re wrapping your legs tighter around his waist to pull his hips into yours again, drawing a low groan from him. god you were insatiable, but so was he.

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[satanicspinosaurus]

Seconds

Tags: Bloodweave, Gale’s cooking, blood, cow’s blood, gift giving, fluff, getting together, after a break up, basically two hungry and scared people trying to figure out the world, Gale’s POV, so enjoy all his insecurities, and some verbose writing choices that are intentional, Astarion snark, kissing, ear touching, frankly you can read half of this as a metaphor for sex, author can’t stop you, author thinks it would be a mistake though 

Length: 2k

Rating: Teen

Read on A03: here.

Summary: Gale and Astarion had struck up a friendship after a failed night of romance. Now, with the Netherbrain fight around the corner, Gale finds his heart still aches to give Astarion any scrap of happiness he can offer. This is a story about a man made of failures and hunger, trying to be a good friend. It begins with a steak. And ends with this most delicious second course.

With thanks: To my dear friend @lumienyx, who is frankly encouraging my bullshit at an alarming rate. And to the lovely @tragedybunny who hunted down the typos and errors on this like Tara feasting on pigeons. 

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Gale rummaged through the spice cabinet of the Inn. He was pleased to see that the cook, who had allowed him to slip her a few gold coins for access and privacy, had managed to craft a solid selection. The sprig rosemary seemed a touch too on the nose, so he grabbed a little bundle of thyme instead- striping it into the butter as the filet sizzled in the cast iron skillet.

It was a delicate process, mainly because he was aiming for as close to rare as humanly possible to achieve. It didn’t give him much time to develop a proper crust, but as Gale spooned the butter back onto the filet, he also pulled from the Weave. Perhaps he asked more than normally would be needed for a simple cantrip. But he needed to infuse all the wonderful things Astarion deserved to taste in it. 

Astarion meandered in a few moments later, when Gale had plated it and was intensely overseeing the food resting as if he could personally will it to perfection. 

The vampire gave a sharp tut after observing the scene, perhaps annoyed his entrance hadn’t been noted. 

“When you said you had a surprise for me to try, darling, I assumed it would be something that would make me interested in swallowing,” the vampire finally said to announce his presence.  

Gale looked up brightly at where the playful swatting came from, a warm smile breaking onto his face. He laid the best knife and fork he could find near the plate and pushed it forward.  

“Ah, trust me my dear friend,” Gale encouraged. “I do believe I have made some acceptable advances since the last time you tried my cooking.” 

That had been back when Astarion was still trying to hide what, and more importantly, who he was. Perhaps it had helped in the long run though. It had taught Gale that Astarion could put a wide variety of things in his mouth and pretend to love it. Later, after sampling a decent red Astarion claimed to be vinegar, Gale had come to the quick conclusion that vampirism negatively affected the culinary practice of taste. 

The idea was tantalizing to him. In part because no bestiary had even half the details he could observe in a single evening around Astarion. But he also hoped to reach past the honeyed words for the real truth. 

He was curious, in particular, about why Astartion still attempted to drink wine. It said something about appetite that felt vaguely nostalgic to Gale. 

But then Tav, who had uncritically eaten up Astarion’s sweet smiles and words at the party, eagerly indulged in their place of origin first. Gale didn't feel hurt that Astarion preferred someone else's straightforward affection over his own questions. The tadpoles had made their timelines risky and fortune favored the bold. 

It was a short thing, in the end though. After one encounter, Tav ultimately found her heart lay more with Karlach’s wholesome sweetness. It was better fit for her than wrestling with the delicate halflies that laid nestled to hide half-truths in Astarion’s heart. If it had hurt him, the vampire hadn’t let on, going back to mulling around the camp with hungry eyes and talking of desires. 

And once again, Gale was left turning over the dozens of little curious details about appetite Astarion occasionally dropped; trying to lay them out and find the bigger picture. Gale had been too confident of his ability to uncover that truth once again. Astarion’s sudden thrust backing onto the dating scene hadn’t struck him as quite so desperate, but a beautiful mystery he alone could solve.

He was grateful his hubris had at least allowed him the chance of friendship with Astarion. Rather than once again stripping him of everything when he inevitably failed. No, he savored the friendship he was allowed. Even if, quietly, his heart still wanted to give Astarion all the beauty his mind could dream of and his hands could weave. 

The food was a meager offering, really, but the wizard was happy to see Astarion shrug and sit down to try it. 

Maybe it wasn’t everything Gale had dreamed of in his books to see a bit of excitement build on the man’s face when he delicately sniffed his offering. He was not worthy of giving a thousand days and nights of little pleasures to anyone, it would seem. But, oh, if his heart didn’t flutter a bit at how Astarion’s eyes widened slightly when he gracefully cut into the steak and a weave-enhanced aroma wafted up. 

Gale had truly grown to enjoy his time spent in friendship with the pale elf. He was a stellar, if not acerbic, conversationalist. And the only other person at camp that enjoyed books beyond bawdy romances. Astarion was a person Gale could imagine being around every day for decades without it ever becoming boring. Well, assuming Gale wouldn’t be left alone because the vampire wandered off to find more interesting company than a stuffy wizard. 

At least for now, sometimes he’d say something clever and elicit a sharp grin. Or he’d make a genuine offer to want to properly introduce Astarion to Tara once this was all over, and something soft would grow on the man’s face before he schooled it away. Hells, even walking around Baldur’s Gate and just commenting on architecture with him made Gale desperate to show Astarion Waterdeep.  

It was clear his dear friend had a taste for the finer things in life, but had been left starved. Gale wanted to lay out a banquet for him, to hear his commentary and innovate until he found satisfaction. It was a beautiful thought for the future, but that was a thing still being written. 

Gale needed to try and take that joy and give it in lump sum, lest the worst happened tomorrow. There were notes in his pack on leads Astarion could begin searching down for help finding a place in the sunlight, that he’d entrust to a messenger soon. A desperate letter to his mother, hoping she would extend the clan’s aid to his dear friend. A few letters of introduction that Gale prayed would be enough to get Astarion a chance to observe rare books at Candlekeep if he so needed.  

In the meantime, Gale had but this moment. Watching Astarion primly take a bite of the filet and chew as if he was a bit out of practice. 

This wasn’t the first time Gale had cooked something special for someone - he had a sophomoric idea of what facial expressions to expect. Like always, Astarion didn’t disappoint though with novelty. There was a strange look on his face; emotions roiling so intensely nothing had a beginning nor end. 

“This is shit,” Astarion eventually hissed. 

Gale offered up open palms, apologetic shoulders, and the broken in, embarrassed smile of a man so used to his reach exceeding his grasp in anything that truly mattered. 

“I’m sorry,” he began. “You don’t have to finish it–” 

Astarion looked him dead in the eye. When he had Gale's full attention, he stabbed the piece of meat like it had been carved from Cazador himself. He brought it to his mouth and bit down. Hard. Hard enough Gale could hear the cutlery screech in protest. 

Astarion was a messy eater- a man of singularly devouring hunger. The blood from the filet trickled down his chin, to his chest, marking him temporarily like Gale’s own source of perverse appetite.

Gale watched him swallow and ruminate. 

“This tastes like goodbye,” the man drawled, eyes pinning Gale to his spot. “I don’t like it.” 

Gale smiled, trying to ignore the first thing and address only the second. 

“Well, sometimes experiments don’t always work out,” he began to affably ramble. “I did believe that a few uses of prestidigitation would help overcome your normally exclusively sanguine diet, but I would still appreciate if you could offer some notes-” 

While Gale had been prattling about cantrips, Astarion had decided to switch from rumination to predation. He had gotten up, head refusing to move as he stalked towards Gale like a cat fixated on a songbird. The vampire pounced, slamming the wizard into the cabinets. All it took was a bold hand wrenching one wrist up above his head and a tongue thrust into his mouth to strip him of his power, his self-image as Gale of Waterdeep. 

Astarion devoured Gale Dekarios’ mouth, eating up the moans his actions elicited.  

After a second or eternity, the poor man wasn’t sure which, Astarion broke away to let Gale pant. 

“I want seconds,” Astarion commanded, his other hand running down a thigh- barely keeping to a space that wouldn’t be scandalous if someone walked in. 

Gale tried to master his fluttering heart, to let it accept air and nourishment so it would stop screaming in his chest almost loud enough that it drowned out the orb. 

“You don’t,” he gasped, licking his lips before trying again. “You said you don’t do seconds.” 

That was one of the first, sharp pieces of truth Astarion had flung at him, after their night of gentle love making had cracked through a mask made to suffer only harsh blows. 

People don’t use me twice, he had lilted in the morning. After he had time to lick the wounds Gale’s gentle praise had inflicted and compose himself back to untouchable beauty. Go find someone you can wake up with a thousand times. 

That was back when Astarion wasn’t sure if he would be free, but Gale was still hopeful a solution was available for his own woes. Now things had changed. 

Gale felt the grip on his wrist tighten. Nails that bit into his skin, fearful that without the contact there would be nothing. It was the touch of a man who had rejected the stolen pleasures of ascending, and now wished to ground himself in freely offered affections. 

“I didn’t want you to die,” Astarion offered quietly as his body screamed in accordance. “But I am realizing now that not dying is second to living.” 

Gale wanted to soothe away the worry on the man's face. To cradle the pressed brow gently and let it entrust all its worries to him. But Astarion held him firm. No matter - Gale always had a clever tongue.

"With the number of threats our group has managed to vanquish in the last tenday alone, I think our odds are very good at succeeding, Astarion."

Astarion laughed, letting go of Gale’s wrist to poke at the site where the orb marked him. “I know this is your back-up plan, Gale. Maybe you’ll blow yourself up if we struggle too much against the Netherbain. Maybe you’ll let Mystra own you to remove it. Or she’ll use it as a threat to bargain against your interest in the Crown. But I am tired of petty tyrants’ wants and demands.” 

“She’s a Goddess, Astarion, it’s not remotely-” Gale tried to interject. 

Astarion didn’t even dignify that with a verbal response. He simply looked at Gale, eyes flickering from where the orb burned him to his own, violently marked neck. Astarion knew what manufactured pain was, appetites unanswered. It was why they spoke so easily, they shared this perverse second language. 

“You deserve a choice too,” Astarion eventually said. 

The first kiss in the kitchen was Astarion’s - passionate and aggressive to hide the tenderness it came from. The second was Gale’s - slow and soft, an adventure that ended with being more daring by the hearth. They weren’t so different. Both had left a man gasping for more, a hand traveling to places to hint at encores. 

Astarion leaned into the way Gale’s fingers gripped his curls, the pad of his thumb ever so slightly brushing against his ear in a way that would barely be considered scandalous if anyone ever came in. 

“What if I wanted to choose a second Mr. Dekarios?” Gale whispered. 

Astarion had a talent for saying one thing, but meaning another. It was intoxicating to Gale. The way he could roll his eyes and bring up a lip in a perfect sneer that to an onlooker signaled disgust embodied, a hint of fang and claws coming out. But oh, if the man wasn’t still tender to the touch- a gentle weight that was as inviting as his words were barbed. A secret laid out only for him to discover.

“Well, you should probably get better at cooking, darling. I have no clue how you plan to catch any self-respecting man in your current situation.” 

His hungry red eyes glanced down to a plate that was empty. 

“I, for one, have standards,” Astarion said softly. 

Gale was a man of great pride. It was tempting to press back, to needle the vampire. Perhaps to bring a thumb to wipe up the blood that was still shining on his neck and watch the man lick it off before calling him on the falsehood. 

But on second thought, Gale also desperately needed to close his eyes and believe in the magic of being allowed this close again. He leaned his brow to Astarion’s to give a kiss to the naked skin he found. Not to soothe away the way the vampire had his eyebrows furrowed in concern of being seen. But as a promise he loved this too and wanted it just as much as every other part of him. 

“I look forward to learning about every single one, no matter how small or obscure,” he promised. “I will ascribe them upon my heart, and treasure each word as a gift.” 

Astarion looked at him, searching for the lie. Gale was granted the privilege of watching his eyes grow soft with the knowledge that the wizard was as sincere as he was loquacious.

Then, he had the thrill of watching a vampire who had recently declared he wanted to start living realize he was ravenous.

And that Gale was the perfect second course for this evening and many more to come. 

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Author Notes: Thank you for reading this! As always, I would like to remind you thirsty folks to hydrate a bit if needed. Although I suppose for this fic, maybe encouraging you to get a snack would be more appropriate! 

Please let me know if you enjoyed the pun in the tags. :P 

Hopefully this is the start of a solid writing month for me. I'm going to be aiming to put out something each Monday.

[phoebe-delia]

Hi there 💕

Eight Drarry Nights 2023 prompt idea:

Louis Tomlinsons song "Miss you"

In case you have any inspiration for it 😊

Lots of love 🫶🏻

Hello, lovely!! Thank you for this prompt! @misscarrots28

Ah, Louis. Hearing his voice takes me back to my 1D days. Good times 😂.

Here's my take on this fun song. I know it could be angstier but this is just where my brain went lol. Hope you enjoy!

CW: implied alcohol, implied heavy drinking, getting back together

A Day, or Forever

Someone is taking a bludger to Harry's head.

He whines as he wakes up, becoming conscious to the throbbing pain. He keep his eyes closed and presses a palm to his forehead. "Fucking ow," he mutters.

"A hangover potion will help with that," a voice says above him.

Harry knows that voice. It shoots through his blood like lightning. Draco.

"Draco?" Harry peels his eyes open and then immediately has to scrunch them closed as they adjust to daylight. He rubs away the sleep in his eyes, and tries again, blinking and then frowning when his vision is blurred.

"Utterly useless, Potter," the Draco-shaped blob in front of him says. He reaches onto the bedside table, retrieves Harry's glasses, and slides them onto his nose.

"There you are," Draco smirks. "Now you may properly ask me what you clearly want to know."

"What are you doing here?" Harry blurts out.

Draco's smirk widens. "You asked me here." He reaches for his mobile, taps a few buttons, and shows it to him. Harry groans at his drunken, typo-riddled texts.

"I have more questions, but first can I have the potion?" Harry grunts, stretching his sore muscles.

Draco snorts, but he hands him the vial. "Here."

Harry sits up and accepts it gratefully, uncapping it and downing it in one go. He swallows, winces as it washes over him, and then vanishes the emptied vial.

"Thanks. Now, what happened?" he asks, clear-headed and sober.

Draco shrugs. "You, in a clearly intoxicated state, told me to come get you from the pub. I, being the gracious ex-boyfriend that I am, came to your aid and brought you safely back here. When I tried to leave, you insisted that I stay the night. And, well, here we are."

Harry flops back down onto his bed. "Right. Well. I'm sorry to have bothered you. I won't, er, keep you any longer. I'm sure you have other places to be." He swallows against the lump in his throat, closing his eyes to avoid looking at Draco. He can't watch him leave; not again.

He braces himself for the feeling of Draco's weight leaving the bed. Instead, he feels cool fingers brush the fringe from his forehead. He dares to open his eyes, breath catching at the sight of Draco leaning over him and biting his lip.

"Harry, I..." Draco trails off for a moment, seeming to collect his thoughts, before he continues. "I'm sorry."

Harry's heart races. "W-what?

"I'm sorry. For not having the courage, at the time, to be someone you deserve."

"I..." Harry wants to respond, to say the right thing. This moment feels so precious; so fragile. Harry can't mess it up again; he won't. "I'm sorry, too," he says, finally. "For not fighting harder for you."

Draco lets out a shuddered breath, and it takes everything in Harry not to kiss him. Instead, he grips the sheets, restraining himself.

"Stay," Harry hears himself say, his voice raspy. "Just—stay with me."

Draco bites his lip. "You mean, for an hour? The rest of the morning?"

Harry swallows. "A day. Forever. As long as you'll have me." He bravely takes Draco's hand in his own. "I know we have a lot to talk about, still. And we should take it slow, if we're going to do this again. But I want to, if you do."

Draco stares at him for a moment, looks down at their clasped hands, and then back up at Harry with a hopeful smile.

Draco lets himself be pulled down onto the bed next to Harry, their legs tangling together. Draco leans forward and kisses Harry, soft but too quick, and whispers, "Of course I'll stay."

[kimbap-r0ll]

Hey! I hope you’re doing well, mentally and physically. I know classes started back up now. Don’t forget to eat and drink water.

I’m not sure how this can be set up but u can do with the idea how you like. But a First date? Scenerio or something Or like first kiss after the second/third date thing? With Feitan. If you don’t mind could u make the s/o Tall tall? Sorry for any typos💜

Hi, I'm doing better but still under some stress ;-;. Here's a scenario, thank you for the ask!

Feitan x tall!reader: First kiss

Feitan started to date you after you worked your courage to ask him. Of course, at first he blatantly said no, but this was because he was afraid you would get hurt when around him. You were from Meteor City, so while you could stay in the city's boundaries forever, the mafia could still come and attack. Feitan didn't want to lose anymore people, especially one that could be his potential love. However, you were able to prove to him that you could fend off yourself and that you really meant it when you said "I love you" to him. So, that was how the relationship started.

He was visiting one day after a major troupe mission. He was back with Phinks and Shalnark, who returned to sort out some negotiations between elders and the troupe. Chrollo wanted to come back, but he was too busy raiding a mafia building. Feitan was left out of the negotiations because the last time he was there he kicked one of the elders off of the stairs. So he decided to spend some time with you instead.

"Welcome back!" You said, hugging him. It looked a little funny in his opinion because you almost picked him up. The difference in your heights was...immense. Feitan felt as though he was almost half your height and it didn't help that you were completely ignorant to how funny it looked when you lifted him from the ground. Phinks laughed a little too hard once and almost got stabbed. Nonetheless Feitan was quite happy to be back and to see you smile. He would never tell you this in person, but his quiet nod and pat on the back was enough for you to understand.

"What did you want to do? I left the entire day free so I don't have to work at the recycling facility today," you told him, walking over to the makeshift kitchen you had in your apartment. The building was dilapidated, but one of the sturdiest ones in Meteor City with more than five stories.

"No plans, just visiting," Feitan responded. He sat down on a couch you had stolen from the junkyard and lowered his bandana, another thing he refused to do in public.

"Ah, ok, well we can visit the market. I need to buy some stuff for this week anyways, the carrot's are all rotten," you pointed out. There was no official grocery store in Meteor City, but the forest nearby along with the growing agricultural sector in the city helped keep people's stomachs full to some extent. You would barter your way for fresh produce, usually selling some valuable you found at one of the junk piles.

"Sure," Feitan shrugged.

"Is that a date?" you joked. The two of you never officially went on a date before, mainly hanging around your place or his. Feitan paused at that comment.

"Sure," once again he shrugged and lifted his bandana back up.

The marketplace wasn't as busy, likely because it was still around noon and most people came out to buy items at around 3pm. You were looking through some fruits (mainly because he once said he liked strawberries) while Feitan was struggling to reach for a high-stand item. You went to go help and of course he pouted about how it made him feel like you were making fun of his height.

"It wasn't my fault that you just happen to be shorter than me," you replied. He didn't say anything back, he just buried his face more into his bandana and huffed.

Sometimes Feitan wished he could be in a peaceful life with you. Just doing simple tasks like buying groceries or the two of you reading art books together. He was lost in his thoughts for a while until you tapped him on the head (which also got you an annoyed glance) and told him the two of you can head back.

At your home you tried your best at making something fancy with what you had. The best you could do was a fancy looking salad, with some fruits added for the flair. You two caught up on each others' lives, with you finding out about the eighth member of the troupe being killed by a Zoldyck.

"Sometimes, I worry that you might...I don't know, get hurt," you said, holding your cup of tea a little tighter.

"Why? I'm stronger than you, worry for yourself," Feitan retorted, stabbing a strawberry hard with his fork.

"I know," you laughed, you looked at him while he tried his best to avoid eye contact. He was still a bit shy, still the same as ever.

By the time you two were done with food and discussing which art book to read next, Feitan was called by Shalnark to come back for a drink with the rest of the troupe who made it to the city. He said that he would come back tomorrow, likely bringing something he stole with him this time.

"Yeah, I'll just be where I always am," you smiled. You followed him to the doorway, about to wave him goodbye until you had an idea.

"Fei, I was wondering...we've never really kissed before, right?"

He stopped, halfway out the door and slowly turning his head to you. He had a feeling of what you were planning to do next. Should he ask for a kiss? Sure, he did want to kiss you at some point, but what if he was weird for that? Is he weird?

"No, we haven't," he responded, turning his head away from you again. But you took his arm and made him face you.

"Do you want to?" you asked, your eyes connecting with his for a millisecond before he turned to look at the fading wallpaper.

"...sure," he sighed. He didn't expect you to actually kiss him but the next thing he knew he felt your soft lips on his.

"Hey, Feitan what took you so long?" Uvogin asked as Feitan entered the bar. He looked dazed, a little out of it but overall alright.

"Did something happen? With y/n?" Shalnark pointed at Feitan, and everyone now could see the slight tint of red on his cheeks. Feitan glared at them and didn't say a word.

"No, it's fine," he said, sliding into a seat next to Machi.

He wasn't going to tell them that you slightly lifted him up again, an endearing act but also a very, very embarrassing one. Feitan wanted to kiss you longer, maybe many more times. But for now, the first kiss was enough to send his heart racing.

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resend time! this works out just fine for me I get to fix my typo hehe. ok onto the aftermath of drunk dazai now. when he wakes up the next morning and manages to pick some memories out of the painful fog of his hangover, he’s BEYOND pissed. nevermind the fact that he was the one that trapped you in his desperate embrace and cried every time you left his line of sight, he never wouldve acted that way if it wasnt for YOU. where the HELL do you get off thinking you can humiliate him like that in front of his inferiors? stupid fucking dog. he’s been too soft on you lately, hasnt he? have you forgotten who you’re dealing with? he’ll make you PAY for this, you wont suffer this much if you live one million years, mark his w-

in the middle of his mental tangent about how much he despises you for making him feel things, something catches his eye. a tall glass of water with a few little white pills next to it. he doesnt remember getting himself that. he doesnt even drink water. he’s certain he doesnt have these pills in his cabinets either (he isnt allowed to have any medications in his home), what even were they? then he notices the note the glass was placed on, written in handwriting he’d recognize anywhere was “take these if your head hurts. try to drink the water as well, it might help.”

...ah. so, you left this for him, then? that’s… nice… of you… he runs his thumb over your lettering, trying to ignore the way his entire body trembled with excitement. you… you actually thought to do something to take care of him… you must have had to run out to the store yourself to get him these pills, right? you went out of your way like that just for him… you went out while thinking about HIM, nobody else. and you did it without being asked! you even wrote him something! now he has something with your handwriting on it FOREVER! hehe, he’ll have to find a special place for it. maybe he could frame it? no, keep it in his wallet! but oh, what if someone steals it? he wouldnt be able to let that slide, would he? stealing a present from his beloved… 

he cant help but break out into manic little giggles while his face goes from deathly pale with fever to deep red. he presses a little kiss against the note before setting it down so he can take the medicine you left for him. you left just a few pills for him instead of the bottle (for reasons you can probably guess), so he savors each of them as the idea of having something in his mouth and you actually touched with your hands coaxes a low moan out of him. he lays back down in a fit of giggles and crushes a pillow into his chest. he supposes he can let your behavior slide… just this once. as a matter of fact, he might even think up a few… rewards, for when he gets back <3

- 🩹

this is a bit too cute for subordinate au dazai But its ok

dazai isn't used to being cared for—he usually doesn't even care for himself. a small part of him is convinced the action was meant to be humiliating—you leaving him pills to take for a headache like he couldn't handle a couple of drinks—but the larger part of him, is a little touched.

more than a little.

knowing you went out of your way to get him medicine, even cleaning up the constant clutter in his room so he could find it easily...it made him feel a sort of happiness he hadn't in a long time. a warm, gentle feeling. wordlessly, he traces your lettering with his finger, relishing in the evidence of your effort. even your writing was so characteristic of you, and if he tried hard enough, he could imagine you crouched over the little table, scribbling out your message quickly on a paper you found lying around. did you use one of his pens or one you had on you? he couldn't tell, but he would have liked to hold on to the one you used.

still, when he swallows the pills you left, he thinks it's almost as though you're there. if he ignores the facts, he can pretend you're just outside, waiting for him to go out and greet you with a kiss. maybe, you were in the kitchen, cooking breakfast, or in the living room, putting away opened but unfinished books. he stares longingly at the silent washroom, thinking it would be nice to wake up to the sound of running water instead, knowing someone was in there, brushing their teeth or washing up.

but this was a start, right? the note, the obvious care in your actions. dazai, before he can think about it, places a light kiss on the paper. almost immediately after, he pockets the sheet, feeling oddly lightheaded. when he sees you again, he'll be sure to let you know he appreciated your feelings.

[ge-get]

Shota Aizawa x (man)reader

>>a/n : Hello, I would like to advise that this is not suitable for people under 18. read my article. Because it's too 'obscene' And I might not be that good at English. If I accidentally made a typo, please forgive me.

Warning : NSFW Aizawa's tongue is pierced, rude, talk dirty , The reader is a man.

Introduction : Shota is your best friend. What do you and him usually do together like playing music in the street and and of course. You and He are over 20.You were sitting in his apartment watching TV with him. Of course it's a ghost movie.

The red text is Aizawa Shota.

and the blue text is the reader.

Good luck to you

You and him were sitting on the couch watching a movie. He moved closer to you when he noticed you starting to tremble in fear. In the movie, this scene is a bit scary. You picked up the pillow that was on the sofa and hugged it and your whole body tensed. Of course he noticed it. He gently rubbed your head to comfort you.

Just as he was about to pat your head. You chose to excuse yourself to bed first, getting off the sofa and heading to his bedroom. He was in no mood to continue watching the movie. What fun would it be if you weren't there? He chose to follow you into the bedroom.

Immediately turn off the TV and walk to the bedroom. Knock gently on the door a few times. and opened it to find that you weren't asleep yet

“Can't you sleep?"

He said as he walked over and sat at the foot of the bed.

“A little bit, that movie was too scary."

Hearing this, he chuckled and rubbed your head out of habit.

“Don't be afraid, it's just a movie.”

“But it's scary... Tonight, I want to sleep in your bed.” You pursed your lips slightly.

He moved to sit closer to where you were lying. “So can I sleep next to you?... Please don't make me sleep on the sofa like last time. That caused a lot of back pain.” He stood up and walked over to the work table where the beer sat. Of course, he planned to drink it. He picked up the beer can and began to drink it. “Hey, I just found out you drink beer.” You walked closer to him. He drank it all and put the beer can on the table. He didn't answer your question and picked up another can of beer and handed it to you. “I never drink And I don't plan on drinking it.”

Hearing that, he chose to drink it instead of you. You now have a head full of questions about Shota's drinking. Of course you've never seen him drink. “How does the beer taste?” You tilted your head at him, questioning him. “It tastes like bitter medicine. The only difference is that beer is not good for your health.” He answered and still he answered and continued to drink. Beer cans are getting lighter. The amount of liquid that What was left made him debate for a moment. before deciding to down again Finally in the mouth Let the awful taste slowly flow down your throat. “Wow, you drank the whole can of mango.” “shut up" He turned to look at you again. and found that you were staring at him as well. “Hey...”

"what?" You smiled at him as you waited for him to continue.

“Want to try kissing?”

'Wait – what the fuck did I accidentally say just now? Damm, I only drank 2 cans of beer. Why are me so drunk? ' He thought to himself.

But... He realized it again. The awful taste that still lingers. The tip of the tongue had been replaced bya soft lick. The heat was secretly hidden with sweetness, slowly melting into his being. In the end, You is still the person he always loses to, and this time too.

But now you feel like your body is hot. Until I had to lift my shirt up over my chest. Let him lean in, close his lips, gnaw on his teeth, and graze on the white, smooth skin as he pleases.You were slightly startled by small tongue piercing jewelry. It was buried in a hot, wet tongue brushing past your nipple. Then he lightly bit it with his teeth and sucked it until it made a lewd sound that made his face heat up. “Ah!... I wasn't prepared.” You said in a trembling voice. Before he gently pulled your nipples and he licked them until they were both red.

“I didn't buy any condoms either.”

Thank you very much for reading until the end!!!

[sardonic-the-writer]

━"Manning The Mics"

━Tw: None

━Notes: I have delted this over five times on accident. If there's any typos- too bad so sad I'm never revisiting this. It took so long ;-;

━Song: "Why Am I Anxious" By Tom Cardy

"You know I have the power to fire you right."

Giggles filled with pure mirth came from (Y/n) as they tried not to double over, staring at their unamused boss, whom, was covered head to toe in sticky notes.

Their record for how many post-it notes they could place on one person had been 18. Had been.

Now it was a whopping 23.

As one could clearly tell if they took one look at the man in front of (Y/n).

You know, suprisingly, working at a studio downtown dedicated to airing a local t.v channel wasn't all that entertaining. Especially when someone like (Y/n)—who had mounds of untapped potential according to the company—was stuck wiping the dust off of camera lenses instead of putting their four years at college to use.

What's the use of going to school for a degree in sound design if they didn't even use it.

So they had to find a way to spice up their day to day routine. That didn't involve loitering around the snack table untill the day ended. (The coffee tasted like shit anyways.) What better way than slapping half a pad of post-its on your co-workers.

"If I didn't like you so much I would have kicked you out a long while ago."

(Y/n) paused their laughing fit to swipe dramatically at the corner of their eyes, pretending to wipe a tear away.

"Yeah. But you wouldn't want to get rid of 'one of the most talented workers you've seen in years'. Your words not mine." They clasped their hands together with an overdone grin, looking up at their (still) uninterested boss. He just grumbled at them in response.

Honestly Robert wasn't a bad supervisor. He never yelled at anyone, only tossing the occasional death glare when people needed to be reminded of things. Which was much appreciated concidering his sagging eyebags and sardonic demeanor made it seen like he would and could snap at the smallest thing.

He was pretty nice to (Y/n) anyways. Treated them like a hyper cousin. You know; the one you always saw getting yelled at by their mom at family gatherings because they put a whoopee cushion on someone's seat.

"Listen. I didnt call you in here to talk about, er, this." Robert plucked a blue sticky note off his temple, crumbling the material up into a ball and flicking it across the room.

It landed in the waste bin by his desk perfectly, making (Y/n) widen their eyes with an entertained smile. Robert didn't share their enthusiasm.

"I got an email from HQ this morning. One of the cast members saw you, ah 'performing by the water cooler' the other day so to speak, and wanted to meet you for something in building 2M today. As in, fifteen-minutes-from-right-now today."

(Y/n) saw a flash of remorse pass across his eyes. His tone was gentler now. The kind of gentle tone people use when they tell you your dog was just run over by a steam roller.

They felt their heart drop, face twisting into an unpleasant expression.

It had just been a bit of goofing off. Balancing a cherry on their nose before popping it in their mouth and tying the stem like a magician presenting their next trick—that kind of stuff. They didn't even know a cast member would be there. If so they would have used one of their sick days ahead of time. (Can you blame them. No one wants to be in the same room as their boss when their working.)

"Do you know who saw-"

"No. I don't know. I'm sorry (Y/n)." Robert's lips twitched down into a frown full of sympathy. He reached out to place a hesitant pat on their arm, the gesture holding a lot more meaning than anyone would think.

"If they try to fire you, quit before they can. That's business 101."

Well that certantly made them feel a lot better.

"Thanks. Want me to just hand in my resignation now or-?"

"Shut up (Y/n)." He rolled his eyes. But there was no annoyance behind it.

"You need to get going anyways. And-" He rubbed the back of his neck.

"-good luck."

"Just make sure my headstone looks nice and neat alright?"

"Fuck off."

Offices surrounded by glass should be illegal.

That's all that was going through (Y/n)'s brain as they walked through the winding hallways of headquarters. More specifically building M2.

They could see everything going on in the rooms due to those stupid glass walls, yet nothing at the same time. It was anxiety inducing.

But also what-the-fuck inducing.

A man with a cowboy hat, sunglasses, and atrocious mouth mullet was talking to a group of terrified looking people in one area while waving around what was, hopefully, a fake gun.

In the room next to him was a masked figure in a skin tight black body suit, posing like a superhero while resting their comically large hands by his hips. They almost looked to be roleplaying if anything.

The company didn't talk about this in the introduction video.

What room were they supposed to be in again? The lady at the front desk had said the one with the cream walls right? Or was it gray-

They let their feet lead them down a few more twists and turns while trying not to think about it too much. The contents in the rooms only got more bizarre as they went, albeit less and less people occupying them untill no one was left.

The journey only paused when a room on their right came up, big bold letters above it reading Conference Room.

Hey, that room looked cream colored enough.

(Y/n) pushed the glass door open, head popping in as they scanned the contents of the place. Just as their view from the outside suggested, no one was in there.

"Yeah. Okay. That's great. Invite me up here why don't you. Give me a heart attack why don't you. Make sure not to show up before me why don't you."

Their words were full of nerves, bones in their neck popping as they cracked it anxiously.

Who exactly was the cast again? They knew the general idea that surrounded all of them. The Big Men. The bosses. The people who ran this entire company in their free time.

Wispers about who exactly they were ran rampant on set some days. How one was a demon. The other was an insane pink Willy Wonka. Someone even had a thoery that they were all just fragments of one mans mind, which was met with as many eyerolls and scoffs as one would think.

Honestly (Y/n) had never paid much attention to any of the theories. They were never gonna meet the guys in charge anyways, so why bother? They'd much rather spend their time getting their job done quickly so they could spend the rest of their shift goofing off.

But now, walking around the oval shaped table and eyeing the place skeptically, they wish they had listened in to those conversations.

"Ah! Wonderful! We were wondering when you would show up sugarplum!"

(Y/n) nearly jumped three feet in the air, whirling around to the source of their sudden spike in heart rate.

Right where seconds ago no one had been sitting were six individual men surrounding the brown table.

Everyone looked the same. But different. It was a wonder how they had never really seen any of them before, despite working on set and them being the 'main cast'.

They all were staring straight at (Y/n), who swore their face lost all color at the attention.

Each one was dressed in different attire, ranging vastly from suits to hospital scrubs. A couple of them even looked to be glitching. Or was that buffering? They couldn't tell.

"Well come on! Sit down sit down. There's a chair right next to Bim and Hosty right there!"

Their eyes flickered to the enthusiastic man with messy brown hair, his voice slurred as if he'd been drinking. A pink tinted mustache moved with his words, which they couldn't help but stare at for a moment.

Nonetheless they listened, walking over to the chair he spoke of and slowly sitting down. If they hadnt felt small enough being stared at by six separate pairs of eyes, they certantly did now.

The one—Hosty he had been called?—on their left was a man in a light brown trench coat. He was rather handsome looking, albeit solom. He had a bandage around his head, weaving through his dark tresses and covering his vision. There looked to be dried blood stains where his eyes were, causing them to wonder how he could even see them.

"The Host thinks it's rude to stare."

(Y/n) quickly looked away at their words, choosing instead to eye the other man beside their seat.

Not like they had much of a chance to before a hand was shoved in their face.

"HI! Bim here. Bim Trimmer. Extrodinare in everything! That's Bim Trimmer. B-I-M, T-"

"Alright that's enough Bim. You're startling them." Someone said with a sigh.

The hand pointing straight inbetween the area of their eyes slowly reclined, Bims smile still ever present—if a bit forced now.

Who the absolute hell were these people.

"Wilford, why exactly are we all here?"

"Ah, yes. That!"

(Y/n)s eyes furrowed in the slightest, shifting in their seat as they watched the smiling man shuffle around for some papers. His tounge would come out and lick his lips occasionally and they tried not to acknowledge Wilfords little wink when he noticed them looking.

He then slammed a file decorated with stickers down on the table, patting it gently as if he didn't just completely demolish it against the furnitures surface.

"(Y/n) (L/n)! Works in building 4A, mic check crew. Born in Nevada, moved to Ohio to pursue their career in sound design! An adventurous little thing."

"We know Wilford. I recal reading the report on their interview. A very interesting one." A very monotone voice said, before screaming.

(Y/n)s eyes widened as a red and blue verson of the person across from them split in the air, howling. They looked to be in the worst pain imaginable. It was enough to make (Y/n) forget about the mention of their rather embarassing interview. (Let's just say the janitor had to stay overnight that day)

And then the figures were gone.

"Host notices (Y/n) jump. He wishes tell them that they were not imagining that. It is simply Dark becoming a bit aggitated."

Alright. So that made no sense. Perfect.

How to deal with this. Avoid eye contact? No they were already doing that. Music? Earbuds were in the car damnit. Oh-

Humor.

"So, is this gonna be done by my lunch break, because I have some tofu in the fridge I really can't let sit too long. Last time that happened I had to quarantine for a few months and oh boy-"

Their words faded the more they talked, nerves increasing by the moment.

Alright so no jokes. Tough crowd.

"Are you going to fire me? Becuase if so I quit first."

That made Wiford let out a hearty laugh, a few others joining in with small chuckled. Even the monochrome ones lips tilted up slightly, his expression having been stony untill now.

"Fire you? Why of course not! On the contrary sugar! Here, have some candy."

Before (Y/n) could say anything in retaliation a lollipop was shoved forcefully in their mouth. They gagged on it slightly, muffling out a 'hey!' as the sweet flavor coated their tounge.

Wilford just winked.

Host quietly narrated their flushed face with a slight tilt of his head.

They worked the treat around with their tounge, successfully muted as Wilford continued to go on a rant, pacing around the room and its inhabitants. Tossing out reasons why he had called them all up here with the occasional off topic discussion.

"-ut (Y/n) we were wondering if you'd like to come work in our building! On Warfstashe Tonight to be specific." He finally finished, filling with his suspenders and leaning down to look them in the eye with half closed lids.

He was so close, they could have stuck him in the eye with the end of their lollipop stick—and honestly was thinking about it just to see what would happen. So thank god for Host.

"The Host feels a bit neglected when Wilford fails to mention his podcast."

"Yeah, what The Host said. I'm Bim Trimmer! The Bim Trimmer! I need a mic guy too for my show about me! Bim!"

"They could help me with my diagnosis'. It's always more fun to tell people that their dying with an audience."

"I-I have no-o use f-for a us-seless huma-an."

Fuck you too blue shirt guy.

"Settle now." The dark man said again. Wait, dark? Dark.

(Y/n) thought someone had called him that. Strange name. However, it fit them.

"Wilford I recommend you stop playing with this poor human and get on with it. We can all figure out a schedule later. We've already confused them enough."

"You're no fun Darky." Wilford pouted, snatching the lollipop right out of (Y/n)'s mouth and placing it in his own. He sighed as he walked away, licking it at his leisure.

They blinked at the unsanitary action.

"But fiiiiine. Meeting dismissed. That means you too bubblegum. I can escort you out to your car if you'd like."

The pinkette was smiling at them innocently while twirling the spit coated treat around in his hand. But with the way Wilford looked them up and down they felt like he wanted to do more than just escort them to their car.

By now most of the other members at the table had gotten up to leave, shuffling around and making small talk amongst themselves. Not many spared an extra glance at (Y/n). Which they were thankful for. Their head was already spinning a little.

"Uh, no thanks Wilford. I'll just go back to my erm, building now." They declined his offer as politely as possible.

"You have some important tofu waiting for you if I'm not mistaken." Dark smoothed down his suit as he stood up, red and blue iris' boring into (Y/n)s own as he spoke. They had forgotten he was even there, which unnerved them a little. Silent guy.

"Uh, yes. Yes. That's it. Mhm yes totally. Tofu. I'll go get that and then I'll just- see what's left to do around here." (Y/n) stuffed their hands into their pockets, already starting to inch towards the door stiffly.

Wilford whined once or twice. But the glass door slammed in his face before any real words could make it out of his mouth, (Y/n)s pace increasing as they sped walked away with eyes as big as dinner plates.

They mentally thanked Dark for an opportunity out of there. They had never had trouble socializing in any sort of way, but in that room being offered so many promotions—could they even be called promotions if you're just thrust into the job—it felt more like they were being cooed and ogled at by a bunch of higher beings. Mainly Wilford.

But- whatever. They would do their research. The deranged Willy Wonka theory didn't seem too crazy anymore.

For now though–

–they were really craving a lollipop.

[yellowwithalisp]

Rainy Early MorningS

S.T.A.R.S! Wesker x Fem! Reader

Hello! Yellow here! This would be my first Wesker x reader story I've done! If you would like to see more my ask are open for both NSFW and SFW requests! I did not pre-read this so there may be typos!

I hope you like it! - Yellow 💛🌻

It was late as night and the gentle sound of rain hitting the window echoed around the room. Lightning flashed and reviled for a slim second the two pairs of bodies tangled together in the mattress in the silk sheets. The soft sounds of them breathing in and out could be heard as the smaller physique shifted a bit into the large one wrapped around her. Her lover's hand reacted as if he was wide awake and pulled his lover in close. His hand rested against her lower back. Softly but firmly at the same time.

The rumbling of the thunder and the sound of cars passing by the apartment could be heard lightly but it wasn't something the two of them weren't used to. With them both working at the RPD at S.T.A.R.S. They were used to hearing these things, just add people talking in the background, the beeping noises of computers, and people walking past the S.T.A.R.S office and it would be just as if they were taking a nap at work. Just with expensive silk sheets and a door that could be locked. It seemed to be always rainy at Racoon City, feels like the only sessions were sunny, rain with slight sunshine, rainy, and heavy rain. It made whoever was stuck having night petrol a pain to do. This week it was Chris's turn for it. Meaning that he somehow manage to do something stupid and Wesker made him have night petrol for a solid week straight. Wich normal Chris didn't mind but then he saw that the weather was seat to rain nonstop this whole week.

(Y/N) felt slightly sorry for him but then again he should have known better than to try to pull a prank in the office, even with how small of a prank it was. She remembers him bursting into the office and begging her to let him hide under her desk so that Wesker wouldn't kill him. When she asked him what he did this time. She could hear heavy angry footsteps approaching the S.T.A.R.S office before she let out a sigh and pushed back a bit on her chair and he went crawling under her desk, mear seconds later the door swung open as if they were on a rescue mission to revile a very angry Wesker with his hair a mess. Bits of his lovely blond bangs were out of place and the top part of his outfit was wet. Evidently, Chris was trying to get back on one of the cops with a bucket of water on top of the door. Instead of the cop receiving the bucket of water, Wesker walked in and got completely wet. (Y/N) looked up and her eyes widen slightly as Wesker state.

"C-captan?! What happen sir!"

His head shifted over to look at (Y/N) as she sat at her desk before looking around the room and looking for Redfield. There was no one else there as both he and (Y/N) were always there early to get started on their work. Wesker was normally dragged off by the Chief so I was mainly here till the others started to arrive. After Rebeccah arrived Wesker would normally arrive back at the office again. Looking slightly annoyed after having to deal with the Chief. It was always Cris who was the last one running in one minute before his shift started.

He looked around looking for where Chris could be before he slowly approached (Y/N)'s desk. "(L/N)." He started as he looked down at her, his shades still on covering his blue eyes she rarely saw. She blinked as she looked up at him and gave him a nervous smile.

"A-ah um- yes sir?"

"Where is Redfield."

He said sternly as he stays looking directly into her eyes. (Y/N) jumped slightly as she closed her eyes and gave him a nervous smile.

"U-um- I don-"

"You know I don't like liars (L/N)."

"I-I-"

There was still enough room under the table for Chris to quickly crawl out and ran as fast as he could over to the door of the S.T.A.R.S office. (Y/N) blinked as she turned and watched him run away before nervously turning her head and looking back at her Captain.

"He hid under your desk before you could say anything. to stop him."

"Yes sir."

She said as she looked back over at Wesker who was already heading over to the office door.

"Wesker- don't go too hard on him-"

She quickly asked as he paused and turn slightly to look over at him. It was hard to tell what he was thinking with those shades on but in the end, he said nothing and walked out of the office. He didn't need to run to track down Redfield. And by the time everyone was at their desk he came walking in dragging Redfield in by the cooler and heading straight into his office and closing the door. Jill and Rebecca blinked as they bother turned to (Y/N) asking what happen. She smiled nervously and explain to them what happen this morning. Making Rebeccah get up to go get some herbs and a medkit for Chris. Jill sighed and went back to her paperwork as (Y/N) stared at his office for a moment before going back to her own work.

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The door to the shaded bedroom softly clicked open and a small hand slowly pushed open the door with a tender creaking echoing around the room. A small head of blond hair peeked around the corner of the door to see the two sleeping bodies before slowly tiptoeing across the hardwood floor over to one of the sides of the bed. The little girl was holding a book way too big for her as she approached one side of the bed. Looking down at the book and up ad the bed she placed the book down and used it to help her claim onto the bed with the two in it.

"Dad… Psss- Dad !"

She whispered quietly as her father faced away from her. She heard her mother mumble softly."

"Isabella… It's 3 in the morning…"

Her mother mumbled as she shifted slightly to rest her head against her lover's chest. Isabella blinked and turned to look back down at her book on the floor.

"But I couldn't sleep and I had a question about my book."

She whispered still as her father slowly came to slightly annoyed being woken up but not fully away to move away from his beautiful (Y/N). Her mother slowly pulled herself away from Albert's warmth and looked at their daughter.

"The one that William gave you for your birthday…"

She hardly got out before she let out a big yawn and rubbed one of her eyes. Albert slowly sat up mumbling under his breath as he reached over and grabbed his sunglasses from his nightstand and put them on out of habit.

"Yeah- Mr. Birkin said to ask dad about it if I had any questions."

Albert would have a talk with William about saying that to Isabella later when he was back at the lab. William had given Isabella a book on viruses for her birthday which Wesker wasn't too happy with, but he doubt that she would actually read it. It was a rather large book and he was;t sure if she would understand what was in it fully. Turns out she did, any time. So much so that she learned a lot and had written something on a piece of paper for her father to look over. She crawled over and grabbed the book and paper before handing them to her father.

"Wouldn't a Mononegavirus with things close to like- like would infect it's host cells by endocyosis or full absorption then a- aggressive injection. Would it be enough for a vampire virus?"

Annnddd with that he was fully up and looking at his daughter blinking a few times before taking the piece of paper she handed him and looking down at it. (Y/N) was also up now staring at their daughter with a confused face.

"Honey… Wha- when did you learn those big words?"

"Last night."

(Y/N) smiled tiredly as she reached out and ruffled Isabella's hair sleepily.

"Sweetheart, is 3 in the morning really the best time to bother your father about this? I'm sure William was only joking about asking him for help about it when he gave you the book love."

"Oh…"

She said sadly as (Y/N) took her hand pack and pulled Isabella into her lap.

"We can ask your father if William and his daughter can come up here again sometime for another play date. And you may ask him about it. How's that sound?"

Isabella looked over at her father as a way of asking him for permission. He nods before folding the piece of paper and setting it on his nightstand along with her book before he took the warm blanket off of him and slowly sat up. His bare feet hit the floor as he walked over and took Isabella from her mother's arm into his. (Y/N) smiled as she watched Albert take the daughter back to her room and put her back into bed before he came back and join her in their own bed for what little sleep they could now get before work started.

---

"Albert who on earth wrote this?"

Doctor Birkin asked as he turned in his chair holding the unfolded piece of paper and looking up at Wesker. Wesker had his hands in his lab coat pockets as he monitored a test subject for any changes in his appearance.

"These descriptions- this Vampiric virus could work. And I know it wasn't you. I know what your handwriting looks like-"

"Little (L/N) wrote it last night."

Both Wesker and William know who Little (L/N) was the code name for. He blinked before he turned and looked at Wesker fully.

"She- did this?"

"She brought it up to me this morning with some question."

Wesker replied, never taking his eyes off the current test subject. William stared at him for a few moments before leaning back into his office chair. A hand rested against his forehead as he keep rereading what was on the page.

"Well then.. Your little side project is becoming very promising Albert…"

He said as his eye shifted back up to Wesker. Who was staring at the current test subject's transformation from behind the glass before it let out a loud scream. Another one failed, but it didn't upset him. Little (L/N) was moving along right on schedule.

[minaramen]

Thanks for the 7th Anniversary - Part 5: There’s always trouble afoot

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7

[Disclaimer: I’m NOT a professional translator. I’m using my knowledge from 4 years of university. Please, feel free to let me know if you notice  mistranslation/typo/error of any kind]

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Tsumugi: …! Banri san…!

Banri: Tsumugi san! Did Momo kun contact you?

Tsumugi: Yes! He said that he needs help for some kind of emergency

Kaoru: Takanashi san! Ogami san!

Tsumugi: Anesagi san!

Rinto: Did you run into some sort of trouble?

Banri: You’re here as well, Okazaki san. Everybody seems to be joining today’s festival

Kaoru: I’m here to escort Trigger, since they’re invited

Rinto: Our president will be the head of the jury

Kaoru: What kind of trick did he use to be the head of the jury instead of president Yaotome or president Takanashi?

Rinto: He didn’t use any trick! He’s been selected by the festival’s executive committee

Neeeeeeeeeeigh

Kaoru: Wah, what was that?! Is there a horse?!

Banri: Must be the horse from the amateur petting zoo 

Kaoru: Didn’t they exaggerate a little bit for this school festival?!

Banri: Well, we’re talking about the seventh anniversary

Tsumugi: Yes, that must be the reason!

Kaoru: There’s something sweet about the seventh anniversary, isn't there? They put equipment even around here. I wonder what this silver cloak is…

Banri: Must be Starbi. The mascot for the “A Nanahoshi star is born” project

Kaoru: And what is it supposed to be? An alien?

Banri: A microphairy, I think

Rinto: At any rate, it looks like a gentle horse. Here, have some carrots

Banri: Do you walk around carrying carrots with you?

Rinto: No, I was suddenly held down by several foreigners

Banri: What?! Are you okay?!

Rinto: Yes. They said I was the wrong guy and gave me these carrots to apologize

Kaoru: That’s weird…

Shiro: Ah…guys…!

Rinto: Utsugi san! Momo kun called you as well?

Shiro: No, Ryo kun called me…

Rinto&Banri&Kaoru: Ryo kun?!

Rinto: When you say “Ryo kun”, you mean... Tsukumo Ryo?! Is he here?!

Kaoru: I’m not sure I can control myself, if I happen to meet that man!

Banri: Does he have something to do at the Nanahoshi school festival?

Shiro: Apparently, yes…  I apologize, but…it’s better if we split up!

Banri: Utsugi san! Would you mind explaining what's going on?!

Shiro: I’m not sure, but apparently he must reach a temple close to this place

Student: Senpai, senpai! Are you still keeping up with with your hundred times worship? Aren’t the stairs super difficult to climb?!

Student: They are. I mean, we’re talking about 500 steps. But I will do it!

Student: You’re amazing, senpai…!

Shiro: The stairs count 500 steps…

Neeeeeeeigh

Shiro: May I borrow this horse?

Kaoru: I…don’t think so?!

Banri: Utsugi san, calm down. What do you want to do with this horse?!

Shiro: Well, it’s 500 steps after all…but no, I…I will take responsibility for anything my predecessor did with tears in my eyes…

Banri: With tears in your eyes…?

Shiro: I must go! If anything happens, contact me!

Tsumugi: Be careful!

*Cut to a park*

Shiro: Where’s the temple….? Maybe, it’s on top of that little mountain over there…?!

Momo: Utsugi san!

Ryo: Tsk, Shiro…

Shiro: Momo san! Ryo kun! You’re here…what’s going on?!

Momo: He dropped a very, very, very important document! Please, help us! We’re in a big mess!

Shiro: Okay. What should I do?

Momo: I’ll look for the document at school with Ban san and the others! You go with Ryo san to the temple!

Momo: You should look for a blue carrying case in front of the bonfire. Please, take it! Don’t let them burn it!

Shiro: Understood

Momo: I'm counting on you

*Momo runs away*

Ryo: Well, I'm counting on you as well…bye bye

Ryo: Ugh…!! How dare you grab someone who was a superior of yours by the neck?!

Shiro: You will lead me to the temple. C’mon, use your Achilles tendon's full strength

Ryo: I don’t wanna climb up those stairs

Shiro: Me neither. But you’ll tell me about the situation at hand while climbing up those stairs anyway

*Cut to a street*

Banri: He dropped the secret document about Riku kun and Tenn kun’s birth...?

Momo: Exactly! I’m so sorry…

Banri: You don’t need to apologize. However, we need to find it before somebody else gets to read what’s written on that document

Momo: Kaoru chan, can you help us?!

Kaoru: Obviously! In case you didn’t notice, it’s something concerning Tenn as well!

Banri: Let’s find it! Tsumugi san, could you inform the president about what’s going on? Just in case

Tsumugi: Yes!

Momo: Thank you, maneko chan! I’ll look for it inside the school. I don’t want this situation to have an impact on Riku and Tenn

Rinto: Okay! We’re in trouble if the document ends up in the hands of a recruiter or a music journalist…

Touma: Momo san…!

Momo: Touma! Ah, and the others from ŹOOĻ as well…!

Momo: It’s good you're here! We’re in the middle of an emergency! Could you guys help us…?

Music journalist: An emergency?

Banri: And this person is…?

Minami: He’s a journalist from an extremely famous music magazine. We met him at Redfest

Music journalist: Ahah. I was sure I would have written a pretty bad review of you guys, and I ended up becoming a huge fan instead

Music journalist: I also interviewed you in the past, Momo san. It’s always an honor to meet you

Momo: Ah, I remember! You wrote some very good stuff about me…

Music journalist: What’s the emergency?

Torao: Is it something concerning Idolish7?

Momo:.........

Kaoru: Aaah, I feel dizzy…

Rinto: Anesagi san, please, stay strong!

Momo: Ah, Kaoru chan doesn’t feel well…!

Kaoru: I’m just anemic! Don’t worry about me, go inform the presidents right now!

Banri: Got it…!

Rinto: Leave it to us, Anesagi san!

Tsumugi: I’m sorry about the mess, Zool san! I’ll be back to greet you properly…!

Touma: Well, then…let’s go

Music journalist: Yes. I’m coming as well, since I want to do some research on the school. It looks like a lively festival. I’m sure a good article can come out from it

Torao: I’m happy for you

Minami:......

Minami: Inumaru san, Midou san, go ahead. I’ll stay with Anesagi san a little while longer

Touma: That’s so kind of you. Mina…okay, then! Take care of her! 

Minami: Momo san, Anesagi san, Takanashi san. Tell me what’s happening

Momo: Minami…

Minami: You went pale when you saw the journalist. If there’s something going on, I’ll offer my collaboration

Momo: Actually…

*Cut to the stage*

Shizuo: Yuki kun…where’s Yamato…?

Yuki: I'm asking myself the same thing, since I left all the preparations to Momo

Shizuo:...I want to reconcile soon…

Yuki: Yes, I got the gist….ah, it’s the school music band

Yuki: Do you mind if we take a look?

Shizuo: Mh…? Ah, yes…if it’s a quick one….

Student: Ah, it’s Yuki from Re:vale!

Student 2: Aah, the idol…instead of thinking about such things, let’s fix the problem…

Yuki: The sound isn’t coming out? May I give it a look?

Student 2: You know, that’s a real guitar and you’re just an idol. I don’t think there’s much you can do about it

Yuki:.....

Shizuo: You’re making quite an angry face, Yuki kun

Student: Don’t be rude! He's a composer!

Student 2: Yeah, using some smartphone app, I guess

Yuki: Hey, kid. Get out of the way and look

Students: O-oi! Give me back my guitar…!  Don’t touch the amplifiers, you have no right to do that…!

*Sound starts*

Student: Ah, the sounds came out! Wooh, you’re very good! That’s a brilliant cutting technique!

Shizuo: Despite your childish attitude you’re very talented, Yuki kun!

Yuki: Thanks. I think you want to express your gratitude somehow, right?

Student: Tsk…

Yuki: I won’t leave until you say thank you

Shizuo: But…Yamato….

Yuki: I won’t leave, I said

*Cut to a car*

Driver: I deeply apologize, Mr. President. Apparently a car accident occured and we’re now stuck in traffic…

Soshi: Understood. I have no pressing plans for the afternoon. I’ll take a short walk to get refreshed

Driver: As You wish. Do be careful

*Car door opens and closes*

Soshi:..the closest station is 10 minutes from here…mh?

Soshi: “Nanahoshi school’s seventh school festival”...A talent school? Must be attended by budding talents

Soshi: “Everyone’s dream can come true”...?

Soshi: It’s easy to give hope to promising young people by dumping a bunch of irresponsible, pompous words on them…

Soshi: However, allowing them to wallow in such dreams robs them of the only life they have. It’s what happened to Satoshi and Sogo…

Soshi:...........

Student: Welcome to the Nanahoshi school festival!

Student: I’m distributing special coupons, so you can enter the festival even if you don’t have an invitation

Student: Please, have a look!

Soshi:....I have time

Soshi: I want to check what kind of young people are about to lose themselves in this vale of tears

*Cut to a classroom*

Sogo: Yotsuba kun

Tamaki: Mh? Ah…! Sou chan! Rikkun!

Riku: We found you, Tamaki!

Sogo: You thought we were classmates of yours?

Tamaki: Yeah! ‘cause they also call me “Yotsuba kun”

Sogo: Ahah. I succeed, then

Tamaki: But then I was like, “what?!” because it was your voice, and then I turned around and I saw you!

Sogo: I could guess by looking at your face

Tamaki: I was super shocked!

Riku: This strategy is a winning one to knock you for a loop. When we greeted Iori like that, he caught on right away!

Tamaki: So you met Iorin?

Riku: We did! He looked handsome with his white uniform

Sogo: Riku kun was deeply impressed by Iori kun’s cosplay, since he has a strong feeling of trust towards doctors from when he was a child

Tamaki: Eeh, really?

Riku: Eheh

Tamaki: Are you interested in transformation heroes at all, Sou chan?

Sogo: Not really

Tamaki: No…?

Riku: Sogo san considers rockers as heroes

Tamaki: Ah! Dudes like Douglas! I should have done a Douglas Rootbank cosplay, then!

Sogo: Douglas is a true hero, isn’t he? I was so happy I could meet him again. But there are no chances it'd happen a third time…

Riku: Tamaki, try to cosplay as Douglas!

Tamaki: AHAHAHAH

Riku&Sogo: Well done!

Tamaki: But it’s weird to have you two at school…!

Sogo: Ahah, you’re right

Riku: I was wondering if the callout we used before could fit in other situations

Tamaki: Mh? What? What?

Riku: Just try, Sogo san!

Sogo: Yotsuba senpai

Tamaki: Ah, the senpai mode! Yeah, what happened, Sogo?

Sogo: Citric acid

Tamaki: Citric acid?

Sogo: A little treat

Tamaki: Ah, to help me recover from fatigue. Thank you!

Sogo: It’s nothing! Give it your best in the match

Riku: Part 2! 

Sogo: Tamaki, take your seat

Tamaki: A teacher! You just entered teacher mode! 

Sogo: Did you do your homework?

Tamaki: I’m sorry, Osaka sensei. I didn’t

Sogo: Why?

Tamaki: Ehm…I was playing games…

Sogo: Homework is more important. Don’t forget to do it by tomorrow

Tamaki: Roger

Riku: Part 3!

Sogo: Taa kun!

Tamaki: Stop…! That’s embarrassing…! Rikkun, you trained Sou chan too much!

Riku: I’m frustrated that Iori just ignored me

Sogo: Are we done already? I have also the role of the rival in a delinquent school ready

Tamaki: Do all these roles in front of everybody once we get back home

Sogo: I will

Tamaki: Where are you going now?

Sogo: Actually, we were thinking of going back to the School Festival Executive Committee's headquarters. Just in case they need some help

Tamaki: Ah, got it. I’ll do the same when my turn ends. Do you want the stamps…?

Sogo: Oh, right! “ We’ve met here for the hundredth year!”

Riku: “ We’ve met here for the hundredth year!”

Tamaki: Alright! Look at my transformation pose! 

Riku: You have one?

Tamaki: Nyan! Transformation!

Sogo: How cute

Riku: That’s cute! Do it again

Tamaki: Nyan nyan! Transformation!

*Cut to a hallway*

Ryunosuke: Do you think they’ll be fine? We left those guys alone, but…

Gaku: One of them can speak japanese. They’ll be alright

Tenn: They were our fans. I’m glad we could meet them 

Gaku: Yeah. I’m getting hungry, should we go eat something?

Ryunosuke: There’s a seaside clubhouse over there. They even used sand to make it look like a beach!

Tenn: They put so many ideas into this festival. I can see many interesting shops

Gaku: There are a lot of kids' lunch shops, with flags on omurice… I bet you like it, Tenn

Tenn: It feels like going back to childhood

Ryunosuke: There are also mini hamburgers, napolitan and puddings. Kids’ lunches are pretty luxurious!

Gaku: Yeah, and now I'm even more hungry. However, I feel quite embarrassed… Should we make an assault following the festival’s excitement? 

Tenn: I think we should

Ryunosuke: Let’s go!

*Cut to a classroom*

Student: Welcome!

Gaku: Hello, three kids lunc-waah!

Sosuke: Gaku.

Otoharu: Gaku kun

Rintaro: Oh, it’s TRIGGER

Gaku: Dad! What are you doing here?!

Tenn: President Takanashi and president Okazaki too…

Otoharu: Come here, let’s eat together!

Ryunosuke: Well, if you insist…

Gaku: Are you eating together, the three of you? Your relationship must be pretty good

Rintaro: You know, I need to build up a relationship of trust with Yaotome san and Takanashi san. Do you want my flag?

Gaku: No, thank you

Otoharu: I’m happy when I get the chance to have meetings like this. When we meet at each other’s companies, we always have to act formally. Do you want my flag?

Gaku: I’m fine

Sosuke: Mpf. Even if we meet outside,we’re still grumbling about business. Why don’t you take this fl-

Gaku: I said I don’t want it! Why do y’all keep asking me?!

Rintaro: Because this is exactly the topic we were talking about when you entered the room. Apparently, you loved flags struck in food when you were a kid

Gaku: Really?!

Sosuke: You don't remember? There was a time when you were obsessed by them

Ryunosuke: How cute, Gaku! My brothers also loved these flags when they were children!

Tenn: I can give you my flag as well, if you want 

Gaku: I don’t!! Aah, I’ll be teased for the rest of my life because of that

Otoharu: I think it’s a wonderful story. As simple as this device can be, a standing flag can make children happy

Otoharu: I was saying that we’d need devices like these in the entertainment world as well

Tenn: That’s why you came into a kids’ lunch shop…

Otoharu: Actually, we chose this place because it offered a huge range of choices. It looked very sumptuous

Sosuke: They said it gave off a school festival atmosphere or something like that…

Rintaro: Yeah, it’s like going back to childhood. How about you?

Tenn: The reason we came here is the same as yours

Rintaro: Well, it’s a luxurious choice from every perspective. You’re really cool, Trigger

Sosuke: Mpf

Rintaro: I bet you had a lot of fun raising Trigger!

Otoharu: It must have been fun. The material was already good, and the guys are tough and honest themselves

Ryunosuke: Thank you!

Student: Three kids’ lunches ready…! Aah! Trigger?!

Tenn: Thanks

Student: Trigger came here?! I’m so sorry, I had you sit with some weird old men…!

Tenn: They’re all presidents

Student: They’re…what?! Presidents?!

Sosuke: Talent school’s students have guts, I can’t deny it

Rintaro: Yes, but I’d like to know if I’m included in the “old men” category

Student: You’re not!!

Rintaro: Good! Okay, then!

Otoharu: In other words, I’m…

Student: You’re included!

Otoharu: Aah, I see

Sosuke: You’re pulling your luck, Takanashi

Otoharu: Well, Banri kun always praises me saying I'm young! He asks me “are you sure you’re not Yaotome Gaku?!”

Sosuke: Basically, you selfishly became my son

Rintaro: Daddy, can I have dessert?

Sosuke: You took advantage of this huge mess to become my son as well?!

Ryunosuke: Is there anything you want, Gaku? You’re his real son, after all

Gaku: Well…yeah…I saw they have pudding…

Tenn: What a good kid. I’ll buy you a snack on the way home

*Cut to a street*

Soshi:...that’s the talent school…

Neeeeeeeeigh

Soshi: …! They even brought a horse. They must have no idea what moderation means

Soshi: However, young children look at it with bright eyes…

Sogo:........

Soshi:....! Over there…is it Sogo? He’s coming here…

Soshi:....! This is bad! 

Soshi: I’m against the entertainment world, and if he sees me here he could wrongly assume that I’m showing some kind of comprehension or interest…!

Soshi: This is…!

End of part 5 

[danganronpa-abandoned-hope]

Danganronpa: Abandoned Hope Episode One Script

here's the script for the first episode, as promised! check under the readmore :3. Do remember that it's still a "rough draft", so there may still be some typos and unintentional grammar mistakes. please be constructive with any criticism.

Episode 1, February 13th

Mysterious voice: good morning, sir. We’re very appreciative that you’ve come to talk with us today. We understand that you likely have a very poor opinion of us, but rest assured we have no intention of harming you or your friends. W- No, won’t hurt the young lady here either. We just need your account of the events that took place. Yes we’ll be interviewing her too, so your honesty is of the utmost importance. The sources we have are flawed, some clarity is all we ask. You can provide this, can’t you?

????:: …. I… suppose ….

Mysterious voice: splendid! Could you introduce yourself before giving your account? for the record of course.

????: …. My name is Adaleus Valker. I attended the academy under the talent of “ultimate waltzer”. My talent encompassed everything from organizing events, hosting parties, and of course actually dancing. Admittedly I feel more pride in the hosting part of my talent rather than the dancing part, however the school was looking for a dancer, not a host. The talent program for my year sought to implement pairs with similar talents. I was a last minute addition; the person who originally held my talent couldn’t attend. 

Adaleus, flashback: I still remember the day before it all started. February 13th. We were snowed in so classes were canceled. That was good news to me, I never liked waking up early. Although this morning I stayed in a little too long 

???: *sounds of knocking* Adaleus you in there? It’s noon, wake up!

Adaleus, present: oH SHI *answers door* good morning Mrs Sasaki

Narration: Nozumi Sasaki, the well respected headmaster of this academy. Back in her day she was the ultimate linguist. She’s very good at her job, both as a translator and a headmaster, but unfortunately that means she’s overbearing as hell sometimes.

Sasaki: … Good afternoon. Adaleus I know school isn’t in session today but could you at least wake up at a decent time? 

Adaleus: ah… that’s my bad

Sasaki: just try to get to bed at a decent time tonight, wouldn’t want you to be groggy tomorrow 

 Narration: And with that she walked off 

Adaleus: geez, if I knew I’d get reprimanded like this I would’ve opted out of staying in the dorms

Narration: We were given the option if we wanted to stay in the dorms or not, most students opted out since it’s quite the trek down to the village, leaving only the ultimate class and the headmaster as the only people in the school dorms.

Eun: Hey you, you’re finally awake. I was looking for Sammie so we could get some lunch, wanna join?

Narration: that’s Eun Kocur, ultimate animal trainer. She specializes in birds and is currently keeping chickens and pigeons. We’re pretty good friends. Last month she dragged me along to a bird show her pigeons were competing in. They all won, of course. It would be weird if they didn’t.

Adaleus: yeah sure, food sounds good. 

Narration: we walked over to Sammie’s shared lab, passing some fellow students along the way

Eun: oh hey Umeko what’s up?

Umeko: oh hey Eun! Not much, how about you?

Narration: Umeko Ongaku, ultimate Chorist. She used to be so quiet that it was startling to hear her speak, let alone sing. Especially since she has such a deep voice. Sometimes I’d play the accompanying track for her choir if the usual accompanist couldn’t.

Benjiro: oh? who's there?

Narration: And that’s Benjiro Sasaki, ultimate instructor. One time he mentioned how he was originally going to be a teacher, but disliked small children so much he decided to go into lecturing instead. He really dislikes being singled out due to his blindness, and well kids aren’t necessarily known for their tact. His service’s dog is named Mina. Sometimes we joke about how she’s more sociable than he is. 

Eun: it’s just me and Adaleus, we’re getting lunch

Benjiro: Oh that makes sense, it’s like 12:10 right?

Adaleus: *i checked the clock on the wall* That's actually accurate. How did you do that?

Benjiro: I got a new watch

Adaleus: what? But I thought you were bli-

Umeko: it’s specifically for blind people, dumbass. The face of the watch has raised markers so that you can feel the time

Adaleus: *takes a closer look* oh that’s neat! Did you get it for him?

Umeko: yep! It was supposed to be for Christmas but it came in late. Man I’m such a bad girlf-

Eun: shhh shut up Mrs. Sasaki’s coming 

Umeko: Eep!

Narration: an air of awkward silence befell us as Mrs Sasaki walked by

Mrs Sasaki: hello

Eun: hiya 

Umeko: g-good afternoon 

Adaleus: hello 

Benjiro: hi mom

Misa: *quiet woof*

Narration: Mrs. Sasaki didn’t know that Benjiro and Umeko were dating, and quite frankly neither of them wanted her to know. She’s overbearing as is, I couldn’t imagine it would end well if she knew.

We parted ways with Ben and Umeko, only to run into someone else.

Maricella: hey hey hey Adaleus I gotta talk with you for a sec

Narration: Maricella Tai, ultimate knitter. It’s rare to see her not working on a project, and even rarer to see her without her knitting needles. Everyone here has at least one knitted item from her, currently she’s making everyone blankets. She often jokes about how her knitting needles could be used for self defense in emergencies.

Rina: you didn’t even need my help finding him

Narration: Rina Bellerose, Ultimate Ballerina. I share a talent lab with her. Sometimes we help each other practice for events but to be honest we’re pretty distant. Quite frankly I think she dislikes me quite a bit, but it’s rude to assume that of people.

Adaleus: oh hi what is it?

Maricella: ok so I started your blanket and I was using this one specific shade of blue but I ran out of it completely, is it okay if I use a different shade or would you rather it stay consistent?

Adaleus: oh yeah it’s fine if it’s different. Hey maybe that could be the pattern. One shade of a color followed by a second shade repeated?

Maricella: I. Like. Your. Thinking!! Cmon Rina let’s go!

Rina: you don’t need to run everywhere you know- 

Narration: and thus the sapphic’s left as quickly as they appeared. Finally we made it to Sammies lab. I could hear the radio through the door, playing some music I didn’t recognize. Eun placed a few firm knocks on the door.

Eun: Hey Sammie! We’re gonna get lunch now

Sammie: o-ok hold on a sec!

Narration: the radio was shut off and replaced with a shuffling of sorts. Before long the long anticipated Sammie showed up.

Sammie: ok let’s go!

Narration: Sammie Usuro, ultimate tailor. He’s rather proficient at his talent, usually having a backlog of requests for outfits and fittings. Though for some reason whenever I need my clothes repaired he always gets to it right away. He broke his leg last winter break after falling off a ski lift.

Adaleus: Hey Sammie! How's your leg feeling?

Sammie: ah it’s doing fine. Doctor said that the cast could come off in as little as two months!

Eun: that’s still quite a bit of time

Sammie: Well it’s better than losing the leg due to gangrene. Let’s go get lunch.

Eun: What were you guys thinking about? Personally I could go for anything right now.

Sammie: Honestly that new restaurant down in the village sounds really good.

Adaleus: It does, but how are we gonna get there?

Eun: oh! We could take a sled down then just stay the night in town. We can come back up when school starts back up!

Sammie: Then it sounds like a plan!

Narration: we made our way to the elevator. Yes it was a snow day, and yes eating out was a Saturday thing, but dammit that barbecue place sounded really good. Unfortunately there were issues surrounding the elevator:

Simire: AUUGHRRHR OPEN UP!!!

Narration: Simire Rohim, ultimate badminton player. The winner of several awards and championships, often gone for weeks at a time to play in games. It was… very surreal to see this well respected athlete struggling with the door so much 

Adaleus: What… is he doing?

Icarus: I left my pencil case in a classroom downstairs, but the door to the elevator/stairwell is locked for some reason.

Narration: Icarus Onassis, ultimate volleyball player. He used to be just as into volleyball as Simire was into badminton, but after a season he completely lost interest in sports as a whole. Now he only plays during talent festivals and tests.

Eun: Simire I doubt shaking the door is gonna make it work

Simire: well what else am I supposed to do? 

Eun: maybe get Mrs. Sasaki and ask her to unlock the door?

Simire: oh *leaves to go do that*

Eun: Hey, do you think if we shake him it’ll get his brain to work?

Icarus: hey Don’t make fun of him behind his back!

Sammie: that’s rich coming from the king of shit talk himself

Eun: So would it be ok if I said it to his face? 

Icarus: you-

Mrs Sasaki: What's the problem here?

Simire: the door won’t unlock and Icarus left his pencil case downstairs.

Mrs. Sasaki: Oh I Must have forgot to unlock the door, my apologies.

Narration: but when she went to unlock the door, her key didn’t work anymore

Mrs. Sasaki: That's… odd. It must be the cold weather messing with the locks. I’ll call the locksmiths and have them check out the doors as soon as possible.

Adaleus: damn, so no take out :(

Mrs. Sasaki: Were you really going out to eat in this weather? There’s 100 cm of snow outside!

Eun: well why else would we have the sled?

Mrs Sasaki: that’s for emergencies only, go make yourselves something to eat in the kitchen 

Sammie: :(

Narration: burdened with an unbearable sadness, we made our sorry ways to the kitchen. 

Artemisa, holding a basket of produce: hey are you three getting lunch too?

Narration: Artemisa Spicer, ultimate food chemist. She’s somehow both the most and the least organized person I know. She always has her mask on since she's always in and out of her lab or the kitchen. She was in charge of catering a party I was planning once and she did an excellent job, despite her odd schedule.

Sammie: yeah.. Mrs. Sasaki wouldn’t let us go out to eat

Artemisa: There's like 100 cm of snow out there and you can barely walk!

Eun: yeah but like that’s what the sleds for

Artemisa: no it’s not! I’m making a bunch of soup for lunch anyways, just have some of that.

Adaleus: fiiiiiine 

Narration: we followed Artemisa into the dinning area. Artemisa slipped into the kitchen, leaving us with the other students waiting for lunch.

Gigantia: heyyy mantits McGee what’s up!!!

Narration: Gigantia Ader, ultimate Embalmer. I’m not very knowledgeable of her talent, I personally have seen enough dead bodies to last me a lifetime, but those in the field apparently respect her work greatly. Her personality however…. 

Adaleus: Gigantia we’ve talked about this… 

Fatik: can’t you go a day without harassing someone?

Gigantia: hey tits aren’t inherently sexual!

Fatik: you’re pleading your case poorly

Narration: Fatik Lemaitre, ultimate taxidermist. Again, unfamiliar with the field however they don’t tend to make people as uncomfortable as Gia. They’re often rather cranky though, especially with the bad weather recently.

Juniper: Hey, stop talking about badonkers! Lunch is ready, we made soup!

Narration: Juniper Caito, ultimate orchardist. During the tragedy they cultivated hundreds of orchards, forests, and farms. They’ve probably improved the world the most out of any of us just on the basis of food production alone. Their talent lab is full of plants, I'm surprised that Artemisa gets anything done. 

Fatik: oh what kind of soup is it?

Juniper: soup flavor

Gigantia: oh boy my favorite 

Artemisa: there’s also fresh bread in kitchen if you want it with your soup or a sandwich or something 

Adaleus: Aw fuck yeah bread!

Eun: breads not that good though

Adaleus: sounds like someone’s never had good bread

Eun: whatever 

Narration: the soup flavored soup with the bread shaped bread was very good for lunch. Eun left to go do her own thing, so me and Sammie went over to the library to hang out a bit more. Since it’s basically the entertainment center, someone is always hanging out there

Lapis: oh hey guys what’s up!

Narration: Lapis Ongaku, ultimate soloist. Almost the polar opposite of sister, he’s as loud and fun loving as anyone with the title of ultimate center of attention. He has a tendency to go off and do his own thing, which gets on a lot of people’s nerves. 

Sammie: oh we were just gonna hang out here! That’s ok right?

Lapis: yeah yeah of course! I wasn’t doing anything too important anyway, the internet isn’t working.

Sammie: oh that's odd, then what are you doing on the computer?

Lapis: playing chess against the computer and losing horribly.

Adaleus, thinking: looking over at the computer I witnessed the worst chess strategy I have ever seen play out. It was almost funny 

Sammie: Maybe you should play something else. Oh, how about we play uno? That’s easier!

Lapis: Aw fuck yeah i’m a pro at uno! You’re gonna be sorry you ever challenged me! Then I’m gonna be sorry cause I hurt your feelings.

Narration: we played cards for a couple hours, chatting with people coming in and out of the library. Eventually we went and ate dinner, which was just leftovers. Heeding Mrs. Sasaki’s warning, I went to bed soon after. Though to be honest, had I known what was about to transpire… I don’t think I would’ve gone to sleep.

✨you can now watch from Eun’s Perspective✨

Narration: Well lunch was eventful, it was fun to see Fatik throw a bread roll at Gigantia after one too many puns. Even funnier to see her catch one with her mouth and swallow it whole like a snake. Now what to do now…

Lapis: oh hey Eun! Umeko wants to talk to you

Eun: wait why?

Lapis: idk, she said it’s a girl thing, and since I am not a girl I can’t be privy to this. 

Eun: makes sense, where is she?

Lapis: she’s by her room, probably, she might’ve moved, it’s like a floor it can’t take that long to find her

Eun: fair fair, I’ll go find her

Narration: lapis was right, she was outside her room. Her nameplate is somewhat shiner than the others since they got her name wrong at first. They got a lot of people's names wrong to be honest, how hard is “Eun” to remember geez.

Umeko: oh good you’re here

Eun: Yeah, what did you need? Lapis was really cryptic.

Umeko: yeah ok so uh you know how Valentine’s Day is tomorrow? W-well I wanted to get Benjiro chocolate, but we’re snowed in, so I figured I’d ask Artemisa for help to make them! But she gets really intense when cooking so I kinda need you there for moral support!

Eun: Wait, you’re scared of Artemisa? All 165 cm of her?

Umeko: I’m related to Lapis, I know damn well it’s the short ones you need to look out for! So are you helping or not??

Eun: Well of course I am! Gotta support the gal pals even if they are sniffing cowards

Umeko: aren’t you scared of crickets

Eun: hey! they're freaky little bastards who know and resent their place in the food chain!

Umeko: yeah right, lets go

Narration: we went down to Artemisa’s lab and luckily enough she was down to help Umeko with the chocolate. I did as I promised and stayed for moral support, but unfortunately I became privy as to why Umeko had reservations about this.

Eun: hey why’d you make me put my hair in a ponytail?

Artemisa: the twin tails are unsanitary. Whenever you lean forward your hair gets into anything you’re working in, and I’d prefer it if your hair didn’t transfer germs from your lab into mine.

Eun: Firstly, domesticated pigeons are very clean animals! 

Artemisa: humans are “clean” creatures and yet food safety still applies to them

Eun: But then why didn't you make Umeko change her hair? Or change your hair for that matter?

Artemisa: because her hair isn’t long enough to warrant the concerns I have about your hair. And I don’t lean over countertops with wild abandon

Umeko: Will you guys stop arguing? I’m trying to focus.

Eun: Oh sorry! 

Narration: we finished the chocolates without much incident besides the great hair debate. I even got some of the candy as a reward! They made a variety of flavors, so there's gotta be something in there that Ben will like. Though considering his sour attitude, I can’t be sure that he’ll appreciate anything sweet.

[the0ldmann]

Minors DNI. Ageless blogs DNI. You will be blocked on sight.

Yeah this is fluff, but the IP is 18+, so this writing by default is 18+.

Sorry if this uh, fluffy fanfic one-shot isn't very in-character. I tried! But I'm still very new to this fandom and I'm struggling to get a grip on Friend's character, tbh. If you got feedback, lemme hear it!

Writing below the cut. Not proofread. 977 words.

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Cameras.

They came in various sizes, ranging from bulky and requiring two hands, to tiny enough to fit into a pen. The smaller, easy to disguise ones were his favorite. Get the right brand and one button sized camera could run for a long while on the tiniest battery.

Yes, cameras were quite useful and versatile tools- that certainly could not be denied as Friend sat at his desk. One of the monitors in front of him displayed a scene from one of those very cameras. The commissioned plush he was supposed to be sewing lay forgotten on the hard surface in front of him as he watched his Sweetheart.

They were somewhat dancing as they moved around the kitchen of their little apartment. Friend could not tell exactly what they were making, but judging by the various baking pans strewn about the counter and large mixing bowl in their hands he knew it had to be something sweet.

He could see they were saying something. Turning around giddily, putting things away, their mouth moving quickly between words and laughter.

Oh their laughter…

Though he could imagine it, he still wished he could hear the sweet sound instead! Perhaps he should give them a call?

Nah, a call would be too distracting. Not to mention, taking a closer look between the camera trained on them and the ones in their bedroom, it was clear the phone was charging on their nightstand. Friend was digging watching them do their little dance- he didn’t want to interrupt that.

While he was briefly distracted looking for the phone’s location, he missed his Sweetheart putting whatever they were making on a plate and covering it. His attention came back to them as they were rinsing the dishes, stacking them neatly to be washed later. A knife was set to the side of the sink as they then dried their hands.

Watching intently as they went to their room, he saw them pick up their phone. It looked like they were typing out a text message.

Who were they sending that to?

Before he had much time to get jealous, his phone vibrated next to him on the desk.

Sweet<3: Friend! You wouldn’t happen to be busy right now, would you?

Friend looked down at the half-finished plush, a little embarrassed. It should have been ready for stuffing by now. Ah, but he still had three days 'til it needed to be mailed out, he had time. It could be finished tomorrow.

Friend: Not busy enough to be kept from you! ;)

Sweet<3: Haha, well then, if I asked you to come over, would you?

Friend’s heart skipped a beat as he hastily tried to type out a typo free response.

Friend: You don’t even need to ask- I’m already on my way!

Sweet<3: Come on in when you get here~

He didn’t even see the final text as he rushed to grab his car keys. It had been no time at all before he pulled into the apartment building’s parking lot. Thankfully their residence was incredibly close to his house. As an added bonus, the guest parking was relatively empty and he got a spot fairly close to the door.

The door opened just as he went to reach for it.

Sweetheart’s smiling face was a sight to see, making him blush as they hurried him inside.

"Ah, I knew my Friend-senses were tingling!"

“Miss me that much, did you?” Friend teased as Sweetheart playfully took a second to boop his nose.

“Always,” they said while winking at him. Grabbing his hand, they dragged him over to the couch. If they teased him any more, they wondered if he’d be able to see through the inevitable cloud of pink hearts that would float around his head. “Sit down and wait just a moment for me to go grab the surprise!”

“Oh? A surprise?”

There was rustling from the kitchen. It didn't take long for the noises to end and Sweetheart to emerge holding a tray. They set it down on the living room table.

"I know you tell me the plushies are all gifts, but I still feel a little bad that I haven't been able to get you anything. Ah ah!" They put a finger to Friend's mouth as he went to say something. "Obviously I don't have the money to get you anything, and you've probably gotten yourself everything you've wanted or needed anyway. But since the plushies are homemade, I realized there was one homemade thing I could make for you that I know you wouldn't be able to refuse."

As Sweetheart finished speaking, they lifted the covering off the tray to reveal an array of fudges. All of them were cut into little heart shapes and came in varying shades of pink.

"I know you have a sweet tooth, so I figured what better gift to give than the one always bound to keep on giving? Plus I came across this recipe for strawberry fudge that sounded too good to not try. One thing led to another and uh, I might have gotten a little carried away!" They scratched the back of their neck. Setting the covering on the table and then sitting down next to Friend, they waited patiently.

Carefully, he picked one up. He was so gentle with it, it almost made Sweetheart laugh. They managed to hold it in and not ruin the moment as he popped it into his mouth.

Friend couldn't help the small moan that escaped him as he closed his eyes.

"Heehee, I take it I did a good job? I mean, that must be so, if you like it that much!"

He smirked.

"Oh Sweetheart, any job you'd do would be a good one. But with a talent this divine? I should make you my personal baker…"

[porkcracker]

Transformers Kinktober

I had to.

Day 7 - Position Swap/Tentacles

They didn't indulge like this often, but sometimes they both just needed it to relax. Really, there were stranger things bots did to relax, Megatron mused. "Megatron: Distracted. Should pay more attention to tasks," a voice from behind him said, causing him to bow his head as he continued to type on his console. "Yes, My Lord."

Still, as he continued typing, the presence behind him didn't move. To a degree, Megatron was flattered to hold his lords' attention, but the warm presence just out of reach did distract him. Every time he found his thoughts, he did his best to focus on his work instead. The eighth time he lost his focus due to the mech behind him, his Lord spoke up again.

"Query: Megatron distracted by presence ?". The silver mech quickly refocused on his assignment, the typing speeding up again as he replied, "Of course not, my Lord." There was silence after that, and Megatron managed to stay focused, until suddenly something brushed against his aft. To his surprise, his digits froze on the keypad, but the touch was gone as quickly as it came. The only thing I left was his lord and his reaction. " Soundwave: Thinks Megatron is lying. " This wouldn't do at all. "I assure you, my Lord. I am not. " There was another klik of silence before Soundwave approached. "Proof it."

There was a short moment of hesitation, then with a short nod and a mumbled, "Of course, my Lord." Megatron returned his attention to the console and the report he was typing.

For quite a while, Megatron was actually able to type without being distracted, a noticeable amount being added to the report as once more a touch brushed over his aft. It vanished as quickly as before, and Megatron continued typing, thinking about not thinking about Soundwave. But then it happened again and again, and by the fourth time, the touch lingered, moving over his planting without purpose.

While it was harder now, Megatron was not about to give in so easily. Ignoring the gentle, almost tickling, touch on his plating as much as possible, he continued typing, even as his charge slowly started to rise.

Then another feather light touch joined the first, this one centered around his hip and especially his hip joints. The first brush against inner wiring made him twitch, placing a glaring typo in his report. The touch stopped and then Soundwave leaned forward to murmur into Megatrons audial. "Megatron: Has a Problem?" Said Mech shook his helm and corrected the typo and continued on.

His charge steadily rising, Megatron tried to focus on his report so hard that he did not notice the way he subconsciously started to rock his hips back into the touch. The touch moved from his aft down the curve and over his panel. Pressing down harder, Soundwave rubbed the data cable over the hot panel. The monotone chuckle was the thing that made Megatron finally realise his movement. He abruptly stopped, his face heating in embarrassment.

It took less than twenty kliks, before Megatron once more stopped typing. Unable to focus, his heating fans turned on, and then there was a well placed pleasure press of the data cable on his panel and a click sounded.

The data cable pushed between the wet folds of his valve without hesitation and nosed at his entrance. "Ah-M-my Lord. Please, "he stumbled over the request as Soundwave pressed against his back. "Megatron: Admits he lied?" he inquired. Megatron didn't resist long and nodded quickly. "I lied, please my Lord. I need yo-aaah. " His reply ended in a drawn out moan as the data cable pushed into his valve and immediately started to brush in laser focus against the most sensitive nodes.

Already near, the exquisite attention to his most sensitive spots made the silver mech tumble into overload not long after his sourender.