#the placing of the train for this is. hm. a little unfortunate.

[nikki-handholder]

[momotorin]

my phone fell, love lmao i posted it by accident ^^ @tozakimo

strawberry kisses

farmer!momo x baker!reader | fluff, smut | men dni!

it's been an exhausting year, especially for you. you just graduated from your university, settled for a corporate job somewhere in the bustling and loud city of tokyo. it wasn't even related to your degree, for fucks sake, but you settled for it as it paid off really well.

but then, you got another offer later during the year. working for a small bakery at night just across your apartment. it was quiet, healing, with the smell of pastry and coffee pungent in the air— it was surely something you can't compare with anything.

your corporate job got too heavy, and it got to the point that it wasn't working well anymore. you kept your job at the bakery, now working full time.

unfortunately, before november came, the bakery shut down because of unprecedented reasons; which, the owner died of oldness, which you mourned as ms. sato was the kindest person to ever teach you about anything you know about baking now, she was like a second mother, one that you held really dear to your heart.

late november, your sister, mina, went to your apartment in tokyo.

all primed and cut into the right places, mina knocks on your door, three times, "y/n! open this goddamn door!" she shouted, and you revealed yourself, wrapped around a blanket, eyes puffed with tears. "oh," she hugs you immediately, taking your head to lay on her neck as you hugged her back. "tokyo must've been so unkind to you, huh?"

"i-it is," you sobbed as she held you in her arms. "i wanna go home, mina."

"well," she chuckles, rubbing your back in comfort and warmth. "i wouldn't be here if i didn't take you home."

it was such a pleasant feeling; taking the train home to kobe, the regret and awfulness of the big city of tokyo being transported away from you. mina was kind enough to lend you the window seat, which you really enjoyed.

mina taps you on the hand, "hey," she smiled. "it's sana's birthday in a few days..."

"oh! really?" you perked up at the mention of her girlfriend's name. "what do you plan to do?"

"nothing that big," she chuckles, her head hanging down and her hands fiddling with the rings on her fingers. "i bought a ring already, though."

"what!?" you exclaimed, hands on your mouth, trying to make yourself as shocked as you looked. "i mean, you've known each other for what... like 6 years already? i'm glad for you two."

mina sighs, "i know you are," she said. "but i just don't know how to ask her, you know? i'm not the biggest romantic out there. she is. but she's so busy with the farm and all; i know momo's there to help her but i just don't want to add to her worry if i ever ask h-"

"mina," you held your sister by the shoulders and made her look at you. "i'm not really close with sana but i know she loves you. trust me, she's been waiting for you to pop the question."

"well," she blushes. "could you help me?"

"of course," you chuckled at her. "we have like... 20 more days. so no pressure. let's just get home first, hm?"

"yeah," mina sighs as she lies back on her seat. "you know, i'd like you to meet her best friend, though." mina chuckled. "momo. such a lovely person. the girl literally leaves a couple of her fruits for us when she supplies the flour."

you smiled, imagining what she was like, how she was like, going into your family bakery back home. "she sounds delightful."

the next day, you got your being up to go and operate the family bakery, just a few streets away from your home. you went in with mina and briefed you about the different pastries that they still serve. you added a little bit of yours, but you let it out for a while, not confident enough to put it on the pastry shelves yet.

you sighed, taking a break from kneading, baking, mixing, and carrying the goods. it's around 6 'o clock am, just an hour before the bakery opens. mina was cleaning up the dining area thoroughly, as her jazz music blasted in the background.

the bell of the entrance rings, and you jolt up, "we're not yet ope-"

"oh," the woman chuckled, bags of flour on her toned shoulders, carried by muscled biceps. mina comes to lead the woman to the kitchen, where she puts down the flour on the supply area. "um," she says. "i-i need to get the fruits, hold on."

the woman rushes outside, and you stare at her as she goes to her truck.

"that's momo," mina chuckled at your obvious flush. it wasn't one of attraction, but one of embarrassment. you should've greeted her better. "she's cute isn't she?"

she looked delightful as she sounds.

"here," momo drops the fruits on the counter, bunched up in a plastic bag. "i- um, gotta go, mina."

"no, wait," you chuckled at her obvious shyness, her timidness making her cuter than she already was. "sit for a little while. i didn't greet you well so, wait-" you smiled at her as she sat on one of the seats in the dining area. you rushed to the baking area, where you stored the eclairs that you made, pulled out the little box, and stored it for her.

"here," you handed the box of eclairs to her. "just a little trade for the fruits you got us."

she smiles, "thank you," she bowed. "are you new here?"

"oh," you chuckled as you reached out your hand, urging her to shake hands with you. "i'm y/n. mina's sister."

she gently takes your hand, "momo," she says, looking into your eyes in an obvious flush as she spoke. "i- um, i'm mina's flour supplier."

"well, she told me already," you retracted your hand from her hold, but you admit, that was the greatest handshake of your life. she stands, putting the chair back on its old position. "see you around, i guess?"

"yeah, um," she looks down on her shoes as she takes the box of eclairs. "see you around, y/n."

momo leaves shortly after, leaves you in a haze, and mina nudges at you as she sees that little interaction when she is cleaning up the counter.

she laughs, "can't believe i saw two losers interacting with each other, oh my god," she chuckles. "i'm definitely going to ask sana to set you two up on a date because neither of you are going to do it."

"is she really that fucking buff?" you asked, albeit randomly.

"jesus," mina laughs further. "you stared at her arms the whole time?"

"damn," you palmed your face in the realization. "well it was out. if it had eyes, it'll be looking at me. but she's cute."

"can't believe that my sister thirsted in front of me," mina sighed. "anyways, she lives just right beside sana's. if you wanna know that sort of thing."

well, it's not useless, you thought. "i'm not some creep... i don't just want to show up at her door."

mina laughs as she arranges the trays of pastries ready to be lined up at the pastry shelves, "trust me, she wants you to."

the next day, you and mina, with her girlfriend, came and visited sana's farm, somewhere up the countryside. sana grew vines of grapes, with her wine distillery up the hill.

as you went up the hill, you saw various other fruits, and it reminded you of what momo supplies to the bakery everyday. you've made a jam out of the strawberries she gave, and it was as red as what you're seeing now.

"ah, momo!" sana calls out, waving to the truck that was driving by.

"hey!" momo stopped the truck, coming down from it. you looked in her direction; her hair tied up into a nice bun, her black tank top, her worn out cargo pants, and some boots. god. she looks like she's straight out of your dream. "the deliveries this day was so fucking many-" she mumbles and suddenly stops as you made your way to mina's side. "oh, hi," she greets, in a small tone. "y/n, right?"

"yeah," you smiled. "the strawberries there," you pointed. "are they yours?"

"oh," she scratched her nape, her cheeks at an obvious blush. "yeah- um, yeah it's mine."

"we'll head to the distillery for a while," sana chuckles as she held mina's hand. "take it from here, momo. she hasn't seen your side of the place."

"sana," she sighs. "alright. okay. i'll go take care of it."

you chuckled, "so, strawberries," you said. "how come they're so plump here? they're beautiful."

"well," she went to your side as you viewed the row of freshly grown strawberries. "it's all grown naturally. no pesticides or anything, i make sure that even the soil's clean."

"oh, wow," you commented. "i made a jam out of the strawberries you've been giving us," you said. "it's the yummiest ones. you want to have some?"

"oh, of course," she smiles. you can't help but melt. "the eclairs were so good though," she commented. "how come you aren't selling them yet?"

"i- um," you went silent for a second. "i'm not that confident yet with how it can turn out, you know. that's the last recipe that i learned from someone."

"well," she sighs. "i totally understand. i'll wait for those, though!"

you smiled at her. "so," you looked at her. "what do you do besides farming, momo?"

"i- um," she looks down on her shoes once more, trying to hide her obviously red face. "play drums at the local bar."

"no way!" you said, exclaiming in amusement. "wow," you commented on her. "you seem so chill. didn't expect that you're one."

"well," she chuckled. "it's a jazz bar. nothing too hardcore."

"what do you mean nothing too hardcore?" you chuckled once more, and as you two progress in talking, the more you get amazed at how incredibly delightful this woman was. "i love jazz. where do you play? i wanna go drop by."

"santorini's," she says. "it's sana's bar, actually."

"that friend of yours is one big businesswoman here, huh," you commented. "well, she's perfect with mina."

"couldn't agree more," she says. "when your sister came to her life, it was like she had forgiven anything. i mean, i came late to an invitation once and she just said 'it's okay,' like it's the most normal thing. i guess your sister really did put a bunch of ice on her head to calm her down."

you laughed loudly, astounded by the way she spoke, "ah, you're so..."

"what?" she asks.

"nothing," you chuckled. "so," you clasped your hands at your back. "will you drop by us tomorrow, too?"

"well," she blushed. "of course. i have to deliver mina's orders."

"okay," you smiled. "you don't have to be so uptight around me, you know?"

"i- um-" momo stuttered as you held her hand.

"see," you had a tight grip around her hand, letting her feel the coldness of it against her warm ones. "you're kinda- too cute for this."

it was a thursday, and you went to the bakery right after you took your workout, a new thing that you've been wanting to do.

well, you didn't have time to change, so you baked in your workout outfit, just switching the shirt into a spare, tight, tank top. the apron was clearly useless now, probably.

momo came into the kitchen while you were taking out the freshly baked buns, one that was baking underneath the bigger oven so you had to lean down.

"oh, careful." momo notes as she passes by you. she doesn't forget the sight. you bent down like that waiting for her to get over. god. it made momo go a little crazy while she went and dropped the flour at its usual spot in the bakery supply area. she let herself take that in for a while as she sat down, closing her eyes, feeling an uncomfortable state between her legs.

"momo?" you called out to her, and you went to the supply area, where you found her just.. there. "oh," you quickly went to get some water, as she stared a little too much on your backside on those purple leggings. "here," you said, cutting her out of her daze as you handed her some water. "tough day?"

"very," she said, gulping down the water with a couple of sips. you reached out to a certain drawer in the supply area, your perfectly shaped glutes on display for her. well, fuck. you handed over the strawberry jam to her. "oh, is this it?"

"yeah," you smiled. "try it out. just get a sourdough at the shelves. don't worry, i'll pay for it."

"nope, i have plenty of those at home," she chuckled as she stood up. "i- um," she stutters once more. "are you still going? i'm playing at saturday."

"oh," you smiled, wide enough to compete with the sun. "of course, momo. wouldn't miss that."

"great!" she smiles in happiness, clutching the strawberry jam next to her.

"i'll be cheering for you," you chuckled as you put a hand on her shoulder, rubbing it. "good luck!"

she chuckled. "yeah, thanks."

saturday came by fast.

you hung out with momo last night at the market fair, along with mina and sana, who went around the carnival hand in hand.

you had your own delight with momo, who was chill at the carnival games, her winning at several ones, surprisingly as you two ate several snacks on the way. she won a big my melody plushie, which you will forever be thankful for.

you just like spending time with her. she has such immense warmth, though quite timid and shy sometimes, but she was beautiful in a way that you wanted to be consumed by her.

"god," you sigh against your bed, trying to settle into an outfit. "fuck."

"hey," mina says, her body leaning against the doorway. "having trouble?"

"yeah," you sighed as you sat up, and mina made her way to sit with you. "i've been struggling to find an outfit. i don't want something too fitting, too unrevealing, too tight, too everything- i just want something perfect for the night, mina."

mina laughs as she made way to your closet, and pulls out a specific dress. it was a black, suede, champagne dress with its straps thin just to hold the dress together.

"mina, you're a fucking genius," you sighed in comfort as you chuckled, taking the dress from mina's hands. "this is perfect, thank you."

mina laughs, "i know it is. date with momo?"

"hm, kinda like that. i'm seeing her play," you chuckled. "what about you? staying for the night?"

"i'll be at sana's," mina sighs. "she's not having the best time right now..."

"oh, like..." you stopped for a moment, understanding that her girlfriend was sick.

"she's been having a bad fever for the past few days." mina sighs.

"well," you sighed as well, but you remembered something. "i had some extra soup i made a few hours ago," you said. "maybe that could help her."

"you're a lifesaver," mina sighs in relief. "why'd you make it though?"

"just wanted something warm," you giggled. "anyways, i'll be leaving at 7."

"yeah, no worries," mina smiles. "good luck with your date!"

you arrived at the bar, a little past 7pm, perfectly in time in momo's set.

the previous band had only finished playing as you sat right in front, ordering a martini as the first drink of the night.

momo's band comes in as the dim light slowly gets stronger, you catch a sight of momo; in her signature tank top, arms out, with her pants, and a flannel tightly wrapping around the waistband of it. god. she looks so good.

the drums were, unusually, right on front and on the side, just a little beside you and she says 'hi,' with a little smile, her drumstick stuck to her fingers.

she was so cute, but then, she went on to test the tone of the drums, and it sounded great. but god, the way her muscles flexed as she took the drums to sound was so tempting that you just wanted to pull her out of the band and take her home.

but then, she catches a little glance at you again, as she sees you walk to the bathroom. she doesn't miss the subtle appearance of your cleavage, the way that the dress hugged your body so divine, and the way that your ass was so curved in it. it drove her fucking crazy.

you made your way back to your seat, as momo started the song with her band. you got another drink of the same kind.

they played really well, a couple of jazz hits, some requests, and some originals from their band were played.

momo looked at you from the crowd the whole time. you were so beautiful and irresistible in that fucking dress, that she wants to make you tell her to rip it off.

a few songs later, momo's band takes a bow, and the lights dim once more as a sign that their set was finished.

you wait for her silently at your table, now ordering your fourth drink of the night.

"hey," someone taps your shoulder from the back. "how was it?"

you saw momo in all of her glory, her flannel now covering her bare arms. she sits beside you, looking you in the eye.

"you're so great," you said. "you were so good at playing the drums!"

"well," she chuckled as she gestured to the waiter to get her the same drink. "someone important was watching, i didn't want to blow that up."

you chuckled at her, "hm, important, then? so, it's a date..."

"you could put it that way," she teased back. she leans closer to whisper to you, "you look beautiful tonight."

"thanks," you said as you put a hand on her thigh, getting her comfortable with your touches. "you're not so bad yourself. had your arms out and all on the stage."

momo laughs, "well, i didn't know you'd stare at that."

"i mean, i can help but to, you know," you confessed. "it's just so big-"

"something else is bigger- what?" she gets flustered by herself, saying the phrase. "no, oh my god, sorry, y/n... that was such a bad joke."

you just laughed and let yourself lean on her arm. "it's nothing, momo. it's okay," you placed a little kiss on her cheek. "you know, if you really wanna show it off," you slide your hands through her inner thighs, down to her crotch, feeling the material and her cock desperately straining against it. "do it, momo."

"fuck," she stands up, holding your hand, leaving the payment on the table as she makes a rush going out of the bar. "you're getting it."

"hm, let me." you chuckled as she went to open the car door for you, letting you sit down. she went and got into the other side of the car, and she drove away.

"such a little tease for me," she said, running her hand through your bare thigh. "wearing this tight fucking dress," she touches the hem of it as she drove off. "all for others to see."

you held onto your seatbelts as she creeped her fingers closer to your center. "momo-"

the teasing stopped once you arrived at her house, as she pulled you into a deep, breathless kiss. she lets you wrap your legs around her waist as she carries you inside, going to her room.

"fuck," she pulls away, closing her room's door, as she nipped on your neck, making sure that it's red enough for her. "you don't know how much i've been wanting you, baby."

you can't help but moan, and clutch your hand on her hair as she laid you down on her bed, nipping on the valley of your collarbones as she takes off your dress.

"so fucking pretty." she latches on your nipple, as she takes the other to knead with her hand.

"momo, ah- fuck," you rut your hips against her knee as she holds you by the waist. "i need you."

she pulls away from your breasts, as you kiss her, taking her flannel off, and pulling her tank top off. you held tightly to her bicep, as you gently tug on her pants, opening the button of it.

she kneels on top of you, her evident bulge just right on your face. it curved to the side of her calvin klein's, and she takes your hand to palm it.

"so warm, baby," she says, feeling the sensation of you touching it above her boxers. "take it off."

you took it off, and it springed right up, her cock red and hard, slapping up to her navel.

you took her length to your hand, pumping it up and down, as she thrusts. "so needy." you swiped your thumb on the sensitive head, making her squirm.

"wan' fuck your mouth," she whined, getting off of you for a second as she took the space beside you. "please?"

"so cute when you beg," you pumped her a couple of times, as you trailed your kisses from her chest to her stomach. she was whining, holding you by the hair as she makes you a makeshift ponytail. you licked the head of her cock, and she moans loudly. "so cute."

you finally let her fuck your mouth, the big length just sliding in and out of your throat, the tip reaching parts of your mouth you've never known before. momo knows that you were choking, but that doesn't stop her, as she pulled you down by the head to take on her 9 inch length.

"god," she stills, letting her cock pulse fully inside of your mouth. "you're so fucking good, baby."

she finally pulls out, flipping you over with her big strong arms as she kisses your neck once more. "tell me what you want, baby," she whispered. "i need you to let me fuck you like the little bitch you are."

"make me cum," you held onto her hand that was kneading your breast. "please, momo, i don't care how many times- just-"

she kisses you on the lips once more, making you shut up. "don't worry about it."

she trailed her kisses from your chest to the waistband of your panties, spreading your legs and putting it on her shoulders.

"needy little bitch, all for me," she tapped on your arousal that seeped through your panties a couple of times, which made you squirm, your thighs closing on her head. she spreads them once more, removing your panties, and now, the wetness of it glistens in front of her. she takes a long stripe from your hole to your clit, making you hold onto her hair. "and you're delicious. can't wait to eat you all night."

she latches her mouth on your clit, looking at you with utmost adoration and lust as you come apart on her tongue. she laps, circles, and plays around with it, making you moan and strut your hips to meet her tongue. she couldn't be more happier when you begged more.

"momo, fuck," you moaned out, her lips still closed and sucking your clit. "fingers, please."

she happily complies, her fingers teasing the outside of your folds, getting it wet enough to be inserted. she puts two of her fingers inside, licking at your clit, as she moves it in and out to hit your g-spot so deliciously.

"mmgh! holy shit, momo," you closed your eyes in the ecstasy of her pleasure. "more, fuck," you rutted your hips, her fingers going faster. "ah."

she pulls away, smirking as she pumps her fingers faster, now she latches on your nipple, stimulating the hard nub, as she makes you come apart on her fingers.

your juices were overflowing on her hand as she went and used her thumb to make circles on your clit. "momo!" you held onto her biceps as she kissed you on the neck. "fuck, fuck," you were becoming sensitive, with the way she was holding and fucking you with her fingers. "momo, i'm gonna-" you held onto her tightly, feeling the heat building up from your pussy.

"cum for me," she whispers, the thumb on your clit teasing you further. "cum, baby."

"fuck!" you screamed, squirting on her hand. you felt your arousal trickle on her hand, to her bed, but you felt something different. it was momo's cum, white, spurted, on your thigh. "did my baby cum untouched with that, huh?" you teased as you pumped her cock, and was surprised that it wasn't even half hard. it was still hard, ready to be inside of you.

"don't worry," you went on top of her, your hands directly touching her toned stomach, as you glide your wetness on her length. "can't wait to have your big cock inside of me," you moaned, lining up her wet cock to your hole. "mmgh," you slowly sit on it, the girth already stretching you out enough. "so fucking big, baby."

she held your arms, as you tried to sit down on her cock. slowly, you ride her, her length not fully in. she was getting impatient, so she rolled you two over, slamming her cock inside of you fully.

she lets you feel her cock inside of you, almost kissing your cervix with how big it is.

"so tight," she thrusts, holding you by the waist, fucking into you slowly to get you loosened up. "fuck, is it your first time?"

"no," you let yourself sway with her, already trembling with how big she was. "it's just that you're so big..."

"hmm, i know," she kisses you once more, a little gentle, as she tries to thrust in and out slowly. "just tell me if you're good already, hm? don't want to destroy my sweetheart like that."

you wrapped your arms around her and you smiled, "get rough with me," you whispered, your mouth forming into an 'o' as her thrusts fasten. "make me your bitch, come on- ah," you moaned, holding onto her biceps. "fuck, use that fucking cock."

"g'nna destroy your little cunt, baby," she moans, holding you by the waist, thrusting as your back arches to her touch. "i'm too big for you," she growls, putting her hand above the spot where she feels her cock bulge. "taking me so fucking well."

you continued to writhe below her, as she pumps her cock, in and out, your pleasure spot getting battered as you let out spurts of your arousal.

"you're so wet," she says, pulling out completely, and turning you over. she tucked a few pillows on your chest, letting you lean onto it as you're now positioned by her on fours. "i want you to stay like this. can you, baby?"

"hmm," you moaned, feeling your juices trickle down to the bedsheets. "fuck..."

"you're making a mess," she laughs, rubbing your folds languidly, as she inserted herself once more, shocking you. you were tighter, "you're gonna squirt on my cock, aren't you, messy girl?'

she went and rubbed your hardened clit, making you squirm and grip her sheets as you whined, screamed, and shouted her name.

she continues to thrust, fast, as she slaps your ass. "fucking slut, always having your ass out when you're at the bakery," she closes her eyes and remembered the times that your ass confined into your clothes too much as she squeezed on it, spreading it apart. "you've been wanting someone to fuck you like this, haven't you, hm?"

"yes, yes!" you screamed, holding onto her sheets as you slammed your hips back in time with hers. she pulls you to her by your hair, and she wrapped her arms around you as she thrusts, her fingers once again creating tight circles on your wet clit.

she huffs, kissing your neck once more, leaving a mark as she held you by the waist, thrusting uncontrollably when she felt your pussy walls pulse against her.

"momo," you moaned, weakly, as you leaned into her touch. "fuck, momo, fuck me more," you whined. "please-"

she pushed you gently again, making you go on fours, as she thrusts, faster than she was before, pumping her wet length in and out of you.

"am i fucking in you enough, huh," she asks in short breaths, her wet skin on your wet skin as you moaned onto her pillows. "so fucking tight, baby," she grunts, feeling your arousal grow by the minute. "cum for me."

you squirted as she continued to thrust, fucking your overused pussy as it pulsed.

"take it." she thrusts, slow, as she makes you feel her pulse. her warm liquid covers your inner walls, as she falls on top of you. "fuck," she pulls out, letting herself soften outside of you. she went and admired her work, your hole filled with her cum, dripping to your clit, but she was fast as she used her tongue to put it back in. she went back to you, making you come back to a laying position, and she makes you rest on her chest. "w's that good, baby?"

you nod against her warm chest, looking up at her. "so good," you smiled, kissing her cheek. "thank you, momo."

she chuckled, "that's nothing," she says. "how are you? did i get too rough? sorry if i d-"

"i told you, right?" you chuckled, holding her hand. "so no, you're not too much."

"well," she blushed still, as she Interlocked her fingers with yours. "what about a proper date?"

"maybe, that's too late to ask," you chuckled. "i mean, you already have me here, you know?"

she laughs, "just wanted to make sure." she kisses your forehead.

maybe, your year isn't that bad at all.

[amourtoken]

Hiiiiii

As promised, here's some hard ass dom Noah thoughts <3

*NSFW below the cut, MDNI*

cw: pre established consent, hair pulling, mean dom Noah, oral (m receiving), throat fucking, dacryphilia, slapping, spit, safewords (unused, dw), spanking, edging, pet names, choking, belly bulge, overstimming

♡ let me start off by saying I think he's a softie 90% of the time when yall aren't fucking but there's that quiet mean streak he has that's reserved for specific times yk

♡ he's had the worst fucking day and needs to take it out on something. You're the unfortunate something.

"Need you. Don't ask, just follow my fucking directions, okay?"

♡ he's dragging you by a handful of your hair to sit you between his legs, you two have a safeword for times like this but you've never had to use it. Noah typically knows his limits. (Just bc he knows them doesn't mean he won't tiptoe at the edge of them)

♡ can't help himself, you're just so soft and pretty and looking up at him w the biggest puppy eyes :((( you're even cuter to him when he's measuring his fat cock against your face and you're pressing messy kisses up and down the length of it. So trained for him.

"open."

♡ still cute to him even when he's holding your jaw in his large hand and leaning over you to spit in your mouth. He loves the way you get teary eyed when he drags his fingers through the mess on your tongue and gags you on them when he fucks them down your throat. If you can't take his fingers how do you expect to take his dick? He's nice enough to at least attempt to warm you up.

♡ he's a hair puller and a fucking head pusher in these times, both hands buried in your soft locks while he drags you up and down his cock, throbbing at the sight of big tears rolling down your cheeks from how harshly he's fucking your throat. He'll hold you down on his dick until you can't breathe and start to squirm then he'll pull out of your throat before you start to panic too hard.

♡ 100% paints your face with his cum and smears it around with the tip. Thinks you're pretty even when you're messy (even more so tbh) he's also gonna drag his fingers through the mess on your face and make you lick it off to clean up.

"It'd be a shame to waste any, wouldn't it puppy?"

♡ still fucking hard after he cums cause he's insane and needs you so unbelievably bad. He's nearly dragging you off the floor to throw you over the edge of the couch, admiring your body while you're bent over and your back is arched so well for him. He'd run his hands over your thighs and grab a handful of your ass before slapping it hard enough to leave a pretty intense handprint. He loves the way your voice sounds, spanking you just draws out the pretty whines and yelps, how could he not?

♡ he buries a hand in your hair and pulls back to arch your back even further before thrusting in, he doesn't give you much time to adjust. His brain is too fucking foggy right now to go through the usual prep, he just needs to feel you. His free hand is squeezing your hip hard enough to bruise while dragging you to meet his thrusts. He loves the way your ass bounces against his hips every thrust, you're so soft compared to him. He could do anything to you and you'd let him.

"So- fucking tight for me- you know who's pussy this is, puppy-"

"Takin' this fuckin' cock so good- fuck-"

"So messy...all for me, right? Say it."

"Tell me how good this dick makes you feel, no one else can fuck you this good, hm?"

"Keep making those sounds, baby- fuckkk-"

"Gonna cum? Gonna fuckin' cum on my cock baby? Not till I say so. Beg me for it."

"You can handle another, stop whining."

"So sweet of you to let me take all that stress out on this sweet little pussy- feel so fuckin' good for me.."

♡ you can feel him hitting your cervix every thrust and your body jolts harshly against him, the hand in your hair is making your eyes water it's pulling so hard to keep you in place. His other hand has moved from your hips to dip between your legs, rubbing fast messy circles on your clit until your legs are shaking so bad you couldn't possibly hold yourself up without Noah's help. Every time you're just about to cum though he pulls his fingers away and laughs at the pathetic sounds you make.

"What? Want something? Use your words, puppy."

"wanna cum? Feels so good when you squeeze around me like that- you can hold out for a little longer."

"Keep begging for it, I'll think about it."

♡ at this point you're in full blown tears while he's fucking you against the arm of the couch, you've been so close so many times and he's so fucking mean for taking it from you. He pulls you by your hair up so your back meets his chest and continues bullying your pussy, the hand in your hair fitting against your throat and squeezing just right to make your vision blurry and head feel foggy. There's a little bulge just below your navel in this position from Noah fucking into you so deep.

♡ after tormenting you to his liking, his hand returns to your clit and quickly tosses you over the edge. You're nearly convulsing in his hold and tears and still running down your face as he continues playing with your pussy. He doesn't stop even when you're squirming and whimpering, begging for a break cause you're overstimulated and can't take anymore. He'll stop when he's finished, there's nothing you can do to throw him off course now.

"What? You wanted this so bad now you're begging me to stop? Too late now."

"You can cum again, stop crying."

"Awe, what? Too much? Just a few more, then I'll think about stopping."

♡ he pulls you through 3 more orgasms, it felt like an electric current was rippling through your body as he buried himself as deep as he could and filled you with his cum on the last. The hand on your throat squeezed a little tighter to hold you in place. Black spots flooded your vision and you flopped over the couch arm as he pulled out, a mess of slick and cum nearly pouring down your legs. Poor thing, you were spent. Noah was panting behind you, holding himself up with his arms on either side of your body.

♡ he almost felt bad for putting you through this but if you really wanted to stop, you would've said so. You're so good to him, and this run in has made him forget entirely about the shitty day he's had prior.

♡ you're so spent you can't drag yourself off the couch, but Noah is more than happy to pick you up and bring you to bed. Once he sets you down, he can't help but admire the mess he's made of you. Surely you wouldn't mind if he drug you to the edge and buried his face between your legs, right?

[umeumeumee]

𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐲 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐨𝐨𝐧

summary: after one fateful conversation with gojo-sensei, itadori finally realized the importance of his feelings for you.

warnings: fluff!

authors note: this was so cute and so fun to write! enjoy!

windy afternoons were always the most troublesome.

especially in spring, between the brink of winter and summer, when the temperature is warm but the breeze is oh so cold, leaving someone who was minding their business to be left as victim of the weather, not sure what emotion it might be feeling that day.

unfortunately, itadori was one of those said people. so he found himself lounging inside Jujutsu high instead of his usual hobbies he took part of outside, instead occupying himself with manga he’d found lying on the couch side table.

he chewed on a strawberry pocky as he read, awfully invested in the story of the book in his arms, even though it was the third volume. who knew he would be so invested in a shoujo manga?

“hm? you’re here too?” Gojo’s voice rang playfully across the walls of the lounge, causing the pink haired boy to jerk his head to the side to meet the teasing gaze of his teacher.

“ooh, gojo-sensei,” he greeted, watching as his teacher lazily took a seat beside him on the couch, relaxing in the soft cushions.

“why’re you here? i thought you usually get lunch out.” he rose brow at his teacher, who’s smirk failed to fade. “same reason as you. it’s too windy!” he whined, scratching his head as his head pointed upward, only to pause for a moment before turning to face yuji.

Itadori couldn’t see his teachers eyes, but knew they were on him. “where’s y/n-chan? you two are always together.” satoru’s tone had a hint of something yuji couldn’t quite place his finger on, and so he decided to ignore it. “She’s with kugisaki. they went shopping.” he grinned at the thought, unaware of the absolute teasing eyes that were trained on the glint in his own eyes.

“ah, girls,” Gojo tsked, crossing his arms, looking straight ahead. “especially nobara.” he hummed, pausing a few before turning back to his student.

Satoru smirked and scooted closer, Yuji side glancing him at the mischievous smile on his face. “so, itadori-kun,” gojo mused, “what’s your relationship with y/n-chan?” the white haired man almost laughed at the confused expression on itadori’s face, he swore he saw question marks on either side of his head

“huh? what do you mean?” his head tilted to the left a little, “we’re friends.”

gojo hummed, nodding his head as if he understood. “really? i wouldn’t have thought that.” he put a lengthy finger to his chin, holding in his amusement. sometimes his student was so oblivious.

“hah? why?” itadori nudged, looking more and more confused as the seconds continued. his sensei shrugged, “i guess because you two always seem so close, i mean— i would’ve thought you two were boyfriend and girlfriend!” satoru said those two words loudly, quickly looking to yuji in excitement to see the absolutely bewildered look that was likely to be on his face, but was only met with a neutral one. gojo’s joy fell. damn kids.

"oh. well, we're just friends, it's not like that with me and her, you know?" he said back, his eyes glistening over as they usually do when he talks about someone he cares for, but his were extra bright when talking about you.

"Why not?" gojo mused, continuing to milk the subject.

Itadori shrugged, “We just.. we've known each other too long, I think." his reply came with a low tone to it as he flipped to the next page of the shoujo in his lap, unaware of the buzzing man beside him.

Satoru hummed again, silence followed for a moment before he spoke, putting his hand to his chin. "So, you wouldn't go out with her if she asked?"

"I didn't say that.”

yuji’s response came as natural as a human breathes, his voice was smooth and steady— almost like he’d wanted to say it. ah, satoru was right once again, utahime ows him 500 yen for sure.

with that, he stood up, and Yuji’s eyes moved to the menacing smirk on his teachers face. “Ah, well, you should ask her out.” he said with a laugh, “i’m sure she’ll say yes!” he slapped the top of itadori’s head before he dashed out the open door, leaving the boy to ponder.

though, sometimes yuji wasn’t the smartest boy.

but… he did wonder what his teachers goal was. Yuji didn’t like you like that… did he?

you were his friend, someone he loved, so much.

someone he loved.

he loved.

loved.

you.

he loved you.

with the realization, the shoujo he had in his lap was long forgotten as he walked out of the room.

♡︎☆♡︎☆

you sighed, placing a few of Nobara’s shopping bags on the table. really, where does she get the money for all this?

“ah, finally,” kugisaki kicked off her shoes, plopping on the couch of the lounging room with an exasperated sigh. You sat down at the table, flopping your arms over the wood and placing your head down, cheek on the side as you shut your eyes. shopping was exasperating.

“have fun, n/n-chan?” Nobara teased a little, knowing that you were exhausted. you nod, a little laugh left your throat as you did so.

you shut your eyes, breathing slowly. as you began to drift off, the shoji door suddenly slid open to reveal Itadori, who scanned the room.

“Ah! Itadori-kun, you should’ve gone with us, you— hey!” Nobara was cut off when he suddenly reached for you, hauling you to your feet. You blinked away, gasping as you were pulled out of the room. “Hey! get back here! where are you taking her, hah?!” Nobara’s calls were left to deaf ears as your friend dragged you down the hall, “Itadori-kun! what’s going on?” you yawned a little, eyes watering some at the end, as you waited for his reply. but it never came.

you couldn’t see his face, but you could tell he was in thought. he suddenly pulled you behind a wall, releasing your wrist from his grasp and letting out a deep exhale. you rose a brow.

“Yuji, what’s all this?” you cross your arms, looking at his face. His eyes were looking at your own, yet they seemed so far away, so distant. “i need to say something.” his reply came out as his usual voice does, but it was different.

"What? What's so important you couldn't say it infront of kugisa-" you were cut off when his lips met yours, a sqeak left your mouth with the sudden action, eyes widening at the unexpected moment. your cheeks heated wildly when he pulled back, but he seemed just as shocked as you.

“I just kissed you." he breathed out, almost like he couldn’t believe it himself.

“You just kissed me..." your voice came out hoarse, and your throat was as dry as it sounded.

"I just kissed you." he says again, looking at your lips, dazed.

"Why did you just kiss me?" you stutter out, heart racing inside your chest wildly, suffocating you.

"I just wanted to try it once to know what it felt like, and it felt...good. really good. I'm gonna kiss you again." he announced, looking determined as he met your eye. you absolutely exploded into different shades of red, breath hitching as you saw him step closer, your hands coming to grip the end of your skirt for support.

"o-okay!" you shut your eyes, missing the pink that dusted yuji’s cheeks as well.

"okay!" he mirrored, and his lips met yours again.

[wizardofrozz]

Shadow Play

Commander Fox x senator!reader (fem), Senator Farr, Commander Thorn, and mention of Commander Stone

Word Count: ~3.7k

Warnings: NSFW, this is literally just filth, unprotected sex, exhibition, creampie, fluff, Fox being a tease

Summary: Seeing their favorite senator getting wrecked by their commander was certainly not in the Coruscant Guard’s mission briefing for today. 

A/N: I finally had the motivation to write some Fox smut thanks to this art. Huge thanks to @homie-one-kenobi​ for all the encouragement and help editing ❤️ Writing this has reduced me to a puddle so please enjoy 😂

         Lights flashed across the rows of seats, making you squint as another Mon Calamari dancer twirled elegantly. You tried to focus on the choreography, praying it would hold your attention but no matter what, you still couldn’t force yourself to enjoy the ballet. Watching it for a third time wasn’t changing your opinion, yet it wasn’t like you could’ve declined the offer. Your eyes flickered to the balcony opposite you, noting Fox’s absence for the fifth time in less than an hour, borderline glaring at the unfortunate Corrie taking his place. 

         A small part of you hated the poor sentry, his red armor acting as a constant reminder that for the last 21 rotations and 17 hours since Fox left for an off-world assignment, your bed had been cold and empty. Your eyes finally drifted away from the trooper and just barely stopped yourself from rolling your eyes at the small group of senators whispering praises. While you agreed that the performers were exceptional, you couldn’t follow the plot, leaving you to count down the seconds until the next intermission. A small part of you wished that Riyo or Padme were there to make the whole experience a little more bearable. 

         Years of etiquette training was the only thing that stopped you from jumping out of your seat when a booming voice announced the second intermission. Your aid that was standing near the back of the senatorial box shot you a sympathetic look and you appreciated the gesture even if there was nothing they could do to help. Just as the door was within reach, the faint call of your name had you stopping in your tracks, forcing your expression to remain pleasant. 

         “Senator Farr,” you greeted, managing a small smile. You had nothing against the Rodian senator, you quite liked him, but you really weren’t in the mood for small talk. You expected him to ask for your interpretation of the ballet only to surprise you when he ushered you into the bustling hall. 

         “How many more acts are there?” he whispered, leaning in to keep the conversation somewhat private. Your mouth twisted to the side in a poor attempt at hiding your amusement.

         “Three,” you replied, chewing on your top lip when Senator Farr’s already large eyes seemed to grow bigger. “I plan to feign a stomach bug for the next two.” 

         “Will it be any less believable if we both do?” he mused, glancing over your shoulder at the cluster of senators still talking about Act 2. 

         “Probably more believable,” you snickered, scratching the corner of your mouth to cover your persistent grin. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m not feeling well.”

         “Hm, now that you mention it,” Farr sighed, his forehead wrinkling in a show of distress that you found quite impressive. He chanced one last look over your shoulder before gently nudging your arm and hurrying toward the bathroom. You allowed yourself a fond laugh before heading in the direction of the lady’s room, making a detour through the nearby door at the last second. The click of your disgustingly uncomfortable shoes was deafening in the silent stairwell, making you pause at the top of the first flight to check no one had followed. 

         Once you were confident you were in the clear, you took the last flight at a slower pace, contemplating burning the fucking torture devices you called shoes the entire way. You paused one last time at the top of the steps, just to be safe, before slipping through the door at the top. A warm, orangish glow washed over you, melting some of the tension in your neck and shoulders as you stepped into the cupola. 

         It had been far too long since you’d ventured into the little hideaway, only able to admire the beautiful stained glass windows from afar. Most Coruscant residents had no idea there was even a room atop the opera house, meaning they missed out on one of the most beautiful views. You lazily wandered toward the window, lightly brushing your fingers over the marbled glass, watching the slightly distorted ecumenopolis below. Your original intention had been to find a refuge from the torture of sitting through three more acts but standing there, looking out across the capital world, all you felt was lonely. 

         The soft whir of the door was lost to your aching heart but there was no mistaking the muted footsteps approaching. Anyone else would’ve felt fear in that moment, yet you only sighed, knowing the taste of solace you found had come to an end. You let your hand linger on the cool glass for another second before dropping it, turning to face the presence lingering off to your left. 

         For a moment, you were convinced you were hallucinating, that maybe you were sick, when you turned to find a Coruscant Guard member watching you. There was no mistaking the pattern you had sought out in waves of red armor time and time again. He canted his head and it was so painfully familiar, it nearly brought tears to your eyes.

         “What are you doing here?” you blurted, your manners suddenly tumbling to Coruscant’s surface. Not that he minded. 

         “I could ask you the same thing,” Fox countered. Just hearing his voice, the unique inflection in his words that set him apart had your shoulders slumping like the marionette strings folding your facade up had been cut. Something between a sob and laugh tumbled past your lips, the sound seemed to break through the barrier Fox built around himself. The second his stance lost some of its rigidity you were moving, throwing your arms around his shoulders. The collision punched a grunt out of Fox but he barely even swayed, catching your weight with ease.

         “What are you doing here?” you repeated, the words muffled against his shoulder. It had been three long weeks since you saw him before he went dark for a security detail off-world. Fox smelled of blaster fire, caf, and sweat, a mixture that should’ve had your nose wrinkling, but right then, it was so perfectly him you pressed closer. 

         “Thought I’d pick up a security shift for a few senators spending the night at the opera,” Fox sighed, pressing the hard edge of his helmet against the side of your head. That had you pulling away, staring into his dark visor. How long had he been back? The question must’ve been written all over your face because Fox laughed, a soft, beautiful sound. “Relax, we landed maybe an hour before it started.”

         “Shouldn’t you be resting?” you mumbled, threading your fingers together at the back of his neck.

         “I’ll rest when I’m dead,” Fox snorted, pulling you as close as he dared. The bite of plastoid against your body was uncomfortable but you’d take it over his absence any day.

         “Drama queen,” you huffed with a fond eye roll. His helmet tipped down and you assumed he was pinning you with a dark glare, something you had never wanted to see more than you did in that moment. You carefully broke the seal, slowly lifting the bright red helmet off, not realizing you were holding your breath. Fox blinked a few times, gently shaking his head, tousling his longer-than-normal curls. But instead of a scowl, you were greeted with a soft smile that melted your heart. 

         “Hey,” he breathed, gently tracing the curve of your back. 

         “Stars, I missed you,” you rasped just before surging forward to capture his lips. Fox let out a soft, breathy laugh against your lips before gently cradling the back of your head, and leaning into the kiss. The bitterness of caf lingered on his lips, a taste you shouldn’t have missed seeing that you drank it just as often as Fox, however, it always seemed to taste better this way.   

         The kiss had started out sweet, a slow and tender brush of lips that made your heart flutter wildly. You intended to pull away until Fox started to knead the back of your neck, molding you against the curve of his chest. Every ounce of fatigue and anxiety you had been holding onto melted away as you coaxed his mouth open. Fox groaned softly, using his hold on your neck to angle your head back with an urgency you weren’t expecting. The shift had your head spinning to the point that you hadn’t realized you were moving until your back met the cool window.

         “Missed you too,” Fox mumbled, dragging his lips away from yours to pant against your cheek. “So fucking much.”

         “Mm, playing bodyguard for one of my colleagues wasn’t engaging enough,” you teased, carding through his messy hair. Fox nipped at your ear in retaliation, forcing a half-gasp, half-giggle past your lips. He tugged you tighter against his chest, the unforgiving plastoid of his codpiece pressing into your thigh, tempting you with what waited behind it. 

         “Like any of them could compare to you,” he breathed, nuzzling into your neck with a shallow roll of his hips. Maybe it was because you weren’t used to him being gone for long stretches of time but you were suddenly aching to feel something beyond GAR blacks and rigid plastoid. Fox yelped at the impatient tug on his codpiece, pulling back to dart his eyes between your hand and your face. 

         “What - what are you doing?” he hissed, glancing over his shoulder. Yet he didn’t try to move your hand, letting you trace the shape at a torturous pace. 

         “I’m trying to indulge in what I’ve been daydreaming about for weeks,” you huffed, playfully tugging on the clip holding the armor in place. You watched the way his Adam’s apple bobbed before his expression shifted, brown eyes somehow growing darker in the low light. 

         “Right here?” Fox mused, crowding you against the window and pinning your hand in place. Daring you to bow out. “Now what if one of the boys looked up and saw us? How would they feel seeing their favorite senator being ruined by their commander?” 

         “Fox,” you gasped, closing your fist in his hair, and grinding into the curve of his thigh plate. The idea should’ve scared you, should’ve filled you with a numbing dread at the thought of anyone catching an esteemed senator with a Guard commander. Instead, you clenched around nothing, mouth falling open with your strained pants. 

         “Oh, you like that, honey,” Fox purred, his gloved hand slipping under the hem of your short skirt. Even through a layer of fabric, his touch left a trail of heat across your skin. The quiet whine that followed the first brush of his fingers over your cunt made him shiver in your grip. “Maker, you sound even sweeter than in my dreams.”

         “You - you dream about the s-sounds I make?” you panted, rocking forward in time with the drag of his fingers.

         “Oh, I dream about more than that,” he chucked, bumping his nose against yours.

         “Care to share?”

         “How long do you have?” 

         “For you?” you whispered, barely brushing your lips against his. “All the time in the galaxy.”

         “Is that so?” he mumbled, moving to pepper kisses down the side of your neck. You caught a glimpse of redness high on his cheeks just before a digit sank into you with little resistance. Your cunt clenched around his gloved finger, a strangled moan bursting from your lips as he pumped his finger once. The rough fabric of his gloves never bothered you before but the desperate, clawing need to feel the warmth of his skin had you squirming.

         “Take your gloves off,” you all but begged, “please.” You almost wished you hadn’t asked when he slowly, torturously, pulled away. He caught your eye, pinning you in place with a heavy look, never breaking eye contact as he brought his hand toward his face. You had witnessed Fox bring down a mercenary single-handedly after losing his blaster, seen him dissolve a full-fledged riot, and hit what should’ve been an impossible mark without batting an eye. Yet somehow the sight of his tongue curling around the soaked finger of his glove was more electrifying, setting your teeth on edge. 

         He pinned you in place, closing his lips around his finger; his lashes fluttered, a muffled groan filling the air as he savored your taste. Your lungs suddenly felt too small as you watched the slow drag of his digit over his full bottom lip. Fox was putting on a show, the twinkle in his lust-blown eyes giving him away and you were undoubtedly enjoying every second. A flash of white teeth sinking into the tip of the glove made your breath hitch, your eyes staying glued to the hem of the fabric as Fox tilted his head back, revealing strong, calloused hands. 

         Fox’s now bare hand came to rest lightly against your chest, following the curve of your body but your focus was zeroed in on the glove dangling from his teeth. He looked far too pleased with himself, a slight smirk lifting the corner of his mouth as he paused, letting you admire the view. The feather-light brush of his fingers over your heated skin jerked you back to reality but your eyes still followed the fabric when he turned his head, letting the glove fall to the floor before turning his attention back to you. 

         “Better?” he rumbled, brushing through your folds before sinking two fingers into you, his smug grin never fading. Your head bobbed in an almost frantic nod as you tried to bite back a moan. Fox’s smug smile wasn’t helping either. 

         “Fuck, yes,” you gasped, tightening your grip in his hair. Fox hummed in the back of his throat, lazily pumping his fingers like he had all the time in the world. You were suddenly reminded of your hand placement when he shifted his weight. If your brain didn’t feel like it might leak out of your ears, you would’ve been more impressed with the skillful way you unclipped his codpiece in one swift movement. 

         “You’re getting too good at that,” Fox groaned, rocking into your hand.

         “You only have yourself to blame,” you laughed breathlessly, tracing the shape of his hard length. He surged forward, his finger brushing a devastating spot inside you as his lips slammed into yours, muffling your incoherent cry. 

         “Will–will you let me,” he stammered between kisses, the sloppy roll of his hips growing rougher, “let me fuck you for all of Coruscant to see?” 

         “If–fuck–if you don’t–” you warned, trying to sound commanding, but your ability to form words was quickly narrowing to nothing more than curses and Fox’s name. That seemed to be all the permission he needed though as he licked into your mouth again, the hand that had been buried in your cunt coming up to grip your jaw. In a flurry of movement, you were suddenly facing the expanses of Coruscant, Fox’s warmth pressing against your back as he hiked your skirt up, bunching it around your hips.

         “Put your hands on the window, honey,” he rumbled, brushing his nose against the shell of your ear. You obeyed without a second thought, bracing both your hands against one of the orange panels; your heart fluttered when one of his large hands filled the space beside yours. “I wonder if I’ll be able to see our handprints every time I pass by.”

         The thought that you’d leave behind a reminder, something only you and Fox would know about, had you pushing back into him. He seemed to catch on, unceremoniously tugging his pants down just enough to free his weeping cock, slipping it between your thighs. There was a brief moment where he paused, his tip barely pressing into your folds like he was savoring the buildup before he pushed in. The stretch felt endless, your head falling forward as you panted around soft whimpers until he was fully sheathed. 

         “Stars,” you chuckled, feeling dizzy with how full you were, “almost forgot how big you are.” Fox’s hips jerked forward involuntarily, punching the air from your lungs. His free hands slowly followed the curve of your waist, catching on the flashy fabric of your outfit, pausing briefly to brush a thumb over your covered nipple. A shiver tore through you when his hand gently curled around your throat, never squeezing, only using his grip as a way to hold you in place. 

         “Guess I’ll have to remind you,” he growled, pausing long enough for the words to sink in before he moved. The first thrust tested your ability to hold yourself up but Fox barely gave you a moment to steady yourself before he picked up a brutal pace. If you weren’t so high above the bustling crowds, you might’ve been worried about how you cried out, throwing your head back against Fox’s shoulder. 

         “F-Fox,” you moaned, needing him to hear the desperation pumping through your veins. You mindlessly curled your fingers over the smooth window pane, forcing your eyes open when you met warm skin. Fox’s hand was still braced against the window, your hand half covering his after your frantic scrambling. You were so mesmerized by the sheer size difference that you didn't notice right away when Fox shifted his weight, hitting a spot that made your eyes cross. You blindly grabbed onto the back of his hand, fingers interlacing between his. Fox instinctively closed his hand, pressing your fingertips into the rough skin of his palm. He nuzzled against your cheek, his ragged breathing raising goosebumps along the length of your throat.

         “Fuck, you - you feel so good, cyar’ika” he whimpered, pressing a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss to your cheek. You were both spiraling out of control, climbing higher and higher with each galaxy-shattering thrust. Fox’s usually composed attitude was long gone, leaving him just as desperate and pleasure-drunk as you were. The heat building under your skin had reached a scalding level but you just couldn’t seem to fall over the edge.

         “I– I’m so close,” you whispered, turning your head to try and find his lips. Fox mumbled something you couldn’t quite catch before his hand slid over your chest, coming to rest on your stomach. The pressure of his hand made each punch of his cock somehow more explosive, reminding you both just how deep he was; Fox’s strangled moan overlayed with yours, his hips losing their rhythm.

         “Never - fuck -  never leaving you behind again,” he panted, leaning heavily against your back to drop his hand lower. Every muscle in your lower half clenched when his fingers brushed your clit, ripping an unusually loud moan from deep in Fox’s chest. The movements of his fingers were sloppy but you were so lost in the blinding pleasure that it didn’t matter. It finally, finally, crested, throwing you over the edge with a cry of Fox’s name as you gushed around him.

         It only took three more thrusts before Fox went rigid, burying himself to the hilt with a soft, shaky moan. 

         Your thoughts cleared slowly, the fog of arousal melting away as you drifted back down to Coruscant. The empty cupola felt oddly quiet without the slap of skin on skin, leaving you to focus on Fox’s slightly labored breathing. Your eyes drifted back to where your hands were still braced against the stained glass, a small smile lifting the corner of your mouth when you noticed that your hand was still wrapped around Fox’s larger one. Flashing speeder lights caught your attention, drawing your gaze to the traffic zipping past the opera house. 

         “Think anyone saw us?” you wondered absently. Fox laughed, loud and unguarded, dropping his forehead onto your shoulder and the sound alone was enough to make your stomach do a funny little flip.

         “We may never know,” Fox snickered, kissing the base of your neck. The deafening chirp of Fox’s comm brought you crashing back to reality, but you did your best to not let your disappointment show when he reached up to tap a button on his vambrace. “Fox.”

         “Gotta question for you, Commander,” Thorn said in place of a greeting. Fox propped his chin on your shoulder, humming softly when you let your head drop to the side, resting your temple against his. 

         “Yes, Thorn.” There was a pregnant pause, your brows pulling together when you swore you heard a muffle laugh through the channel. 

         “You, uh, wouldn’t happen to be in the opera house’s cupola, would you?” Thorn snickered. Your stomach plummeted to your feet while Fox stiffened behind you. There was no denying it since Fox’s cock was still buried inside you. You tilted your head down, searching for a few dots of red in the sea of creatures, easily finding them near the opera house’s entrance. 

         “No,” Fox replied stiffly, only making the situation worse.

         “Oh really?” a slightly different voice huffed. You glanced to the side, arching a brow in question. Fox rolled his eyes but mouthed, Stone, before returning his attention back to the comm. 

         “Heya, senator!” Thorn shouted. You only knew it was him because just as the greeting came through, you saw one of the dots with more red paint raise an arm, waving it wildly.

         “How’d you know?” Fox grumbled, sounding close to pouting in your opinion.

         “We can see your shadows, shit for brains,” Thorn wheezed, barely getting his sentence out between fits of laughter. 

         “Go do your fucking jobs,” Fox snapped, punching the button to end the call a little too hard. You had managed to keep a straight face throughout the call but you were steadily losing the battle against laughter. “I’m glad you find it funny.”

         “I’m surprised you don’t,” you giggled, lightly resting your head against his temple. Fox huffed and hid his face against your shoulder, faintly shaking his head. 

         “I’m never going to hear the end of this,” he groaned, mindlessly squeezing your fingers that were still intertwined with his.

         “About getting caught,” you wondered, letting a smirk pull at the corner of your mouth, “or how hot it looked from their perspective?” Fox sounded defeated as he brought your intertwined hands to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss to your knuckles. 

         “Both.” 

Taglist: @techs-feral-wife​ (thank you for your help too Max ❤️)

[dani-luminae]

Another HM moment I really liked

There is also another moment in the Haunted Mansion movie that I really want to highlight and (slight spoilers ahead) that is the moment where Bruce interrupts Ben's mourning of Alyssa with his "think of the cholesterol on [your wife!]" Which triggers a massive fit of laughter in the entire room.

Unfortunately it has become a common theme in many live-action movies (looking at you, MCU) to ruin any moment with even the barest potential for some deep emotion with a joke. Like they can't think that a moving and emotional moment cannot be funny. And yet, Haunted Mansion takes that trope and turns it on its head.

Because Bruce's joke isn't the typical, groaning "oh god, here comes the emotion train, can't have that! (insert some half-baked sarcasm or bland joke here.)" It is Bruce looking around at his new friends, knowing that they are trapped in this place ruled by a malevolent spirit who feeds on grief, and Ben, the person who was told point blank that he will be the doomed 1000th spirit, mourning about his wife, telling them about her, her favorite snacks - the same kind she was going to get when the accident happened. And there is a long and silent pause, and some tears.

So Bruce brings in a little cathartic laughter, because silent sorrow isn't going to get them anywhere. So it's "Imagine the cholesterol on that woman!"

Yes, it is a pragmatic moment. But it isn't Bruce shutting Ben down or diverting the situation with a joke; he's just bringing in a lighter twist. Because sometimes, laughter can also be a part of healing.

It is a sorrowful, emotional moment. It becomes a funny moment. It does not lose the emotional impact. Yeah, it seems like another moment of "Bruce being a determined, oblivious, senile old potato" - but I'm pretty much convinced that Bruce knew exactly what he was doing.

(Also, I feel like pointing out that most of the rest of the group tries to restrain their laughter at Bruce's interruption... until they see Ben smiling and starting to laugh too. Then it's all-around laughter. The entire group respects Ben's grief and sorrow! There is never a moment where he is told off or dismissed for mourning his late wife.)

[tryin2writehere]

Gentlemen Fanfic (Eddie x Susie)

PEOPLE IN GLASS HOUSES

1

Susie Glass’s layers rivaled an onion, but with hardened surfaces like the earth’s own fucking mantle. A polished design of layered wools, tweed, velvets and silks, as though they could literally armor her against a consistent onslaught of fatuity-prone workmates. Eddie spent long moments dealing devilish ideas of unfurling her from these layers. He often soothed himself with the notion that a personal union could be possible without imploding their professional partnership.

 

He found himself seeking signs like a meteorologist to predict her temperature, (cooly aloof with a sixty percent chance of snark.) When she warmed, and her eyes revealed a playful gleam, it could set him on the edge of reason.

Like he called her forth with desire alone, the outline of her body emanated on the decorative glass frame of his study. Before she was even fully in the room, he smiled, “Hello Susan.”

“Evening Edward,” she returned and sashayed across the room in a perfectly tailored blue plaid suit he’d never seen. She planted herself in a chair across from Eddie. 

The low light glinted off the amber bourbon Eddie poured into baccarat tumblers, “did you hear back from Brussels?”

“Our Belgian friends have a different timeline in mind and no sense of urgency. I reckon we’ll hear sometime next week.”

“Do you speak any Flemish?” The most successful way, he found, to get to know Susie Glass, was micro-information obtained in seemingly innocuous questions.  That and surviving nazi twat machine-gun fire.  

“Very little.  Mostly vulgarities, really.  I get by with French.  You?”

“Not a word,” he rounded his desk, sat on the edge, and handed her the drink, eyeing her on-business demeanor. 

She sipped, looking up at him through thick eyelashes and fringe, and his chest tightened slightly.

“Jack is doing well?”

Her countenance visibly lightened with her brother’s name, her azure eyes suddenly balmy, “he is indeed. Fortuitous you mentioning him.”

“How so?”

“I’ve a meeting tomorrow afternoon with an unpleasant but necessary gym owner. Thought you might like to join me.”

“I would like to join you, yes.  A gym owner?”

“I’m looking to acquire a few more locations.”

“For Jack?”

“He isn’t ready to train, and I need to keep him busy, keep his mind occupied while he’s recovering.  GlassKnuckle is a fine place, but his pride…he needs a bit of a fresh start. He’d be a good coach really,” she paused and smirked. “He’d be a shit awful manager, but I can outsource that to a degree. It’s the only environment I reckon will keep him contented until he can train again.”

Eddie nearly asked if fighting again was even a realistic possibility, but thought better of it.  He didn’t want to squash the hopeful glimmer in her eyes or again draw attention to his own culpability in Jack’s condition.

Instead he asked, “who is this unpleasant Gym Owner?”

“Sugar Walsh.  He owns three locations, and rumours abound he’s looking to unload them and retire.”

“What time tomorrow?”

“Two o’clock. You available then?”

“I’m not, unfortunately. I’m taking Chuckles and Junior to the doctor.”

“The doctor?” she leaned forward in concern.

“Just a scheduled check-up for the baby, but she asked me -“

“Of course,” she nodded, “you’re a good brother.”

“Mm. Yes, I try. Can we reschedule?”

“Had better not. As I said, he’s unpleasant as it is.”

She stared into her drink, her posture stiffening slightly, her body weighted again with some unknown problem-to-be-solved.

“Susie?”

She glanced up at him.

“Is there something -”

“- nothing I can’t handle,” she blinked softly.

“Of course,” he nodded again. “We should return around four pm tomorrow; would you like to have dinner with me, and we can discuss some overdue security upgrades?” 

“Dinner with the Duke of Halstead.  What shall I wear?”

“Something blue.  Compliments your eyes.”

“Hm. Blue it is.” She swallowed the last of her drink and was gone before he could conjure a chaste enough reason for her to stay.

[gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan]

Surprise Guest

Author's note: More mermay, some world building with Poor Unfortunate Souls AU, and a dash of Space Marines Sentient Husbandry. Oh boy, I wrote a little over 1K words for this one.

Summary: Hura finds a stranger in his den, it's a wounded Loyalist Scout, so he calls for back up, as well as teases some of his younger cousins, because he finds them Hilarious.

Warnings: Mentions of injuries, light bullying? Or is it intimidation. Hura's being a bit of a lil' shit head. Let me know if I need to add more.

Tagged: @sleepyfan-blog, @egrets-not-regrets, @barn-anon, @bleedingichorhearts, @c-u-c-koo-4-40k, @kit-williams

Tagged again, just in case: @kit-williams, @whorety-k

Catius Past

Hura Past

Hura had finished with some tasks he’d been meaning to do, helped out some of his fellow Chaos Mer-Astartes, he’s swimming back to his underwater cave system, when he smells something off about the waters immediately around and inside is caves. He huffs, as he readies himself, whether for a fight, or to scare whoever it is thought they could so foolishly take over his cave. He pauses as he swims deeper into his cave system when he smells the scent of blood. Astartes blood.

Ah- perhaps someone had tried to come to his cave seeking treatment… Unusually bold, or more likely desperate. He retracts his claws and spines mostly as he shifts his gear, wondering who his newest patient is going to be. And if they had friends with them. What he comes across gives him pause. By the coloration, that deep, vivid blue and spots, that eel-like tale that flows like a long ribbon in the wind, this is an Ultramarine, or one of their successor chapters, before their scales shed and into their pod’s hues.

As Hura carefully approaches the other mer-astartes, he notices, he’s large for a normal Son of the 13th Primarch. Hura’s face breaks into a grin as his eyes sparkle. Oh- oh he’s heard of this! A Primaris! Oh- those youngsters from the farthest in the future that near enough any of them can determine. And, so far, none have yet to fall to Chaos or to turn Renegade. But that is most likely because they are all brainwashed Scout-lings who haven’t had much life experience out of the drudgery of basic training and have yet to really sink their teeth into the poisonous, wonderous horrors of the wider galaxy.

Hm… he’s not heard of a new Primaris Marine, of any chapter coming into any of the local pods. Perhaps he’s new? Poor thing, arrived upon Ancient Terra, and unknowing of where and when he is. Likely caught in a vicious battle as Hura continues to silently approach the Scout-ling. While his wounds are stitching up, due to his Astartes constitution he notices how the poor thing was almost pulled apart by Warp Predators. Ouch. Likely the sole survivor of his Primaris Pod, unless he was the only one strong enough to survive ancient Terra’s waters and collapsed into the nearest place where he’d be able to sleep off the worst of his injuries.

Poor little scout, unknowing of the dangers and beauties of this new world and time. He does send a message on his vox through to his fellow Apothecaries, of the Alliance of Loyalist, Renegade, and Chaos factions, the youngster is not going to react well to him at all, and as, while he’s recovering, is still badly wounded and will react with far more hostility. Those Primaris Space Marine Scout-lings can be ever so vicious and suspicious of the Chaos-embracing brothers and cousins. Its likely part of their training to be so, which is a pity, as he’d so dearly love to meet with a Primaris and be able to observe their mannerisms and behaviors up close, as well as teach any who’d have the capacity, skill, and heart for being an Apothecary. He’s been one for a very long time.

Not a few moments later he’d gotten a response and an Imperial Fist Apothecary, as well as a couple of younger Apothecaries would come to his cove to gently scoop up the wounded, sleeping youngster, and hopefully get to him before the youngster woke up and then panicked at the Sight of Hura watching him from the entrance of the cave. Little brothers and cousins could be so adorable at times, and he’s slow to anger and understanding of… youthful misadventures and shenanigans.

The young Primaris Ultramarine is starting to wake, his face scrunching up and snuffling at the currents as his fins flare and curl as his senses start to inform him of the Danger that’s nearby. Hura does back off, no need to scare the poor thing absolutely silly for unknowingly entering the nest of someone else when he was so wounded and unknowing of everything that was going on around him. He waves to the Imperial Fist and other assorted Loyalists and the young Black Templar Apothecary, who doesn’t have armor, but really should get some at time hisses and growls at him, flaring his fins and his scales rucking up.

“What a wonderful threat display,” Hura coos to the youngster who thinks he’s So Scary.

Hura has seen things that would drive lesser beings mad or commit suicide. He was on one of the ships that were trapped within the warp, unable to die, unable to help his brothers and they suffered, grew sick, yet didn’t die as they were trapped in the Warp for an eternity or two until their Gene-father cracked and gave in and begged for Grandfather’s blessing, who’d happily given it to all who’d joined him. He blocks out Unpleasant memories, the past was the past and thinking about Before was… well.

No. Not a good idea. Youngsters to playfully tease. The young Primaris Ultramarine has woken up, and is skittish and an anxious youngling, but perks right up when he spots the young black Templar. He sure does think he’s scary as well, growling at Hura like he is, poor dear, his fins are torn and he can’t do a proper threat display, although he tries. It’s interesting how the Primaris Space Marines, despite being from, or at least assigned to different chapters seem to know one another, or at least of each other enough to perk up when the spot each other. Or at least, that’s what he’s heard from those that have met some of the youngest of their cousins. It’s such a terribly fascinating little puzzle that he wants to solve, but alas he can’t get near because they Really Don’t Like Chaos Space Marines.

“Hura,” One of the older Apothecaries say with a sigh.

“Yes, Kordito?” He trills out amused.

“Stop scaring the Scouts,” Kordito says with another sigh.

“But I’m not doing anything!” He protests with a pout, “I’m just floating here, near my nest.”

[delopsia]

Eyes On Me | Max Brinly X Reader

Word Count: 11,00 Warnings: Swearing, a bit of angst, unprotected sex, oral (reader receiving), mild size kink, overuse of "honey" (sorry), occasional blood that involves a bear trap and your foot (not sorry), not beta read.  Cross Posted Here On AO3

There's something so menacing about Hackett's Quarry. You can't quite put your finger on what, but something haunts the forests once the sun has fallen, lurking, watching. A stark contrast to the charming, rustic nature of the camp during the day. If parents had to spend one night before sending their children for the summer, the camp would be closed and defunct within a year. 

It's in the unnervingly chilly breeze that finds you on the warmest of nights, in the way the wind whispers your name in your ear and tries to draw you further into the unknown. 

"Y/N."

A horrified yelp leaves your lips, your body recoiling from the noise so fast that you stumble. 

"Hey, hey!" Hands grasp your shoulders — firm, grounding you. "It's just me. You're okay." 

You're too shocked to speak, staring blankly at the man before you. Max. It was just Max. Not something lurking in the woods. Frowning, Max draws you in, and you're powerless to do anything but fall into his embrace. He's nothing but warm, warding off the breeze nipping at your exposed skin like he's your knight in shining armor. 

"I've got you," he murmurs, directly into your ear. "Why're you so freaked out? Did something happen?"

"No," you breathe, "this place is just spooky at night." 

Max chuckles— it's the sweetest sound you've ever heard. "Is this why you always wait for me, hm?" That's partially the reason, but it's not like you're going to outright admit it. Unfortunately, your silence must speak louder than words, because Max laughs again, hugging you a little tighter. "Well, you're safe with me, honey."

Heat blossoms in your chest, wrapping around your heart with an unfamiliar gentleness that makes it ache. You can't see his face, but you know he's grinning. Your thoughts are proven true when he draws away, big hands lingering on your waist as he gazes into your eyes, searching for any hint of fear or worry. 

"Let's just get this over with," you'd much rather stay here and hug Max for the rest of the morning, but duty calls. You've been tasked with getting all of the take-home goodies put together for the campers. Leave it to Mr. H to miraculously forget to mention it until the night before the campers leave. 

The walk to the main building isn't very long, but the poorly lit trail makes it feel like you have to walk for hours. Next to you, Max doesn't even appear bothered, eyes trained on the path ahead. Whether it's dumb confidence or he's just not awake enough to care about what lurks in the dark, you're not sure. 

"You'd think Mr. Dont-Call-Me-Hackett would at least leave the light on for us," he gripes, pointing up to the lamppost. Strange, it had been on last night when you walked the kids back to the cabins. 

It's not just dark on the path, you learn. The entire camp is dark, even the main building doesn't have a singular light coming from it. Hackett's Quarry looks absolutely deserted. If you weren't an employee, you would almost think the place was abandoned. 

"You don't find this spooky at all?" You whisper, afraid to raise your voice any higher. 

Max's shoulder is bumping into yours, accidental but comforting, in a way. "No, this place is creepy as shit."

Powered by five and a half hours of sleep and fear itself, you forge ahead. Every step towards the building feels heavier. If it weren't for Max ambling along next to you, you would have turned back and not returned until the sun was up. Even now, as your foot meets the first step, you're considering it.

The door to the cafeteria is unlocked, much to your dismay. The idea of going back to bed really sounds good right now. Opening the door reveals...nothing but more darkness. You can't see a damn thing.

"You wouldn't happen to know where the light switch is, would you?" Max sighs, with a frown. You've got nothing. Feeling up the wall until you find a switch it is. 

Max goes left and you go right, hands running up and down the wall in search of the magic switch that will illuminate the cafeteria. You think you find it, once, but it ends up being the switch that controls the fans instead. 

"Found it!" By the time you've processed Max's announcement, blinding white light is burning straight into your retinas. 

At least Mr. H was decent enough to leave the supplies out on a table. Candy, ink stamps, bubblegum, animal-shaped erasers, and pencils. All things the kids couldn't be trusted with over the course of the past two months. Exciting. 

"That poor bus driver," Max is already settling down, popping a lemon-flavored candy into his mouth. 

"This is what we got up so early for?" You're not sure what you were expecting, but it wasn't...this. 

Max hums, "Mr. H made it sound a lot more important than bags of candy." 

Understatement of the century. 

As much as you want to sit down while you work, the boxes are tall, and you cant see what's inside of them unless you stand. Your hand continuously bumps into Max's as you reach for supplies, and you swear you're not doing it on purpose. It doesn't help that Max laughs every time, doesn't make it any easier when he playfully nudges you with the sweetest grin on his face. 

"Hold on," rather unceremoniously, Max takes it upon himself to dump the boxes out on the table, rearranging them into easily reachable piles. 

Why hadn't you thought of that?

"Better?"

"Better." 

An unforeseen side effect of sitting down — it's much easier to get tired. It doesn't help that the cafeteria is so chilly and that Max is practically a furnace next to you. Your movements are gradually slowing, a shadow of the pace you used to be working at. How is one supposed to focus on goodie bags when it's this early?

"Did you sleep at all last night?" Max's voice is enough to temporarily shatter the sleepy silence you've been wallowing in. 

"Not much," you say through a yawn, "Emma snores." 

"I don't know how you put up with it," he plucks the finished bag from your hands, tying it shut in a neat little bow. 

You're yawning again, just the thought of it is triggering them. "She's not that bad." Lie. She is that bad.

"Are you kidding?" Max scoffs. "Emma could guide ships through the fog."

Nobody believed you when you said Emma snored, until the night of the slumber party in the lodge. The memory of a half-awake Jacob carrying her into an empty room and shutting the door is something that you will never forget.

Max's shoulder bumps against yours as he works. Vaguely, you wonder if he would be a good cuddle buddy or not. If his hugs are anything to go by, he definitely is.

The back of his hand settles against your forehead, testing your temperature. "Are you sure you're okay? You look a little..." you're not sure what to think of the look he gives you, "pale."

You can't help but frown when his hand draws away from you, leaving your skin even colder than it was before he touched you. "Just tired, is all." Working on their own, your hands reach for another bag and a handful of candy. 

"You can go back to bed if you're that sleepy," he offers, tossing another complete bag into the box, "we only have a few left." 

The offer is tempting, but the thought of leaving him to finish this by himself makes you feel guilty. It's not like you'd get much sleep with your sleep paralysis demon Emma above you. With another yawn, you fold your arms on the table and rest your head on them, blearily watching Max work. He's quick, even though he doesn't look all that awake himself. 

"Can't take your eyes off me, huh?"

"Nope."

The chuckle is expected, but you definitely don't expect him to reach over and wipe a mark from your cheek. The little voice in your head tells you to mess it up a second time just so he'll touch you again. Your eyes close, just for a second, you tell yourself. Yet when they reopen, Max isn't working anymore.

No, he's mirroring your position, head nestled in his arms, blue eyes gazing over at you—like you're the prettiest thing he's ever seen. He smiles when he realizes that you're looking at him, nudging you with his elbow. You feel like a giddy little kid, shyly flirting with their crush in the cafeteria. 

"It might be more comfortable if we took a nap on the library bean bags and not the table," he suggests, winking. You know he probably means nothing by it, but you wish he did. 

"I don't want to move," you grumble, to which he rolls his eyes. 

"Do you want me to carry you?" You can't tell if he's being serious or not. Like always, though, your silence must speak louder than words, because he's already standing up, cracking his neck as he does so. You have to raise your legs a little bit, but he scoops you up with unsurprising ease.

It would have been more surprising had you not caught multiple glimpses of him shirtless, working out with Jacob over the summer. 

"Gosh dang you are cold," he whispers, eyes meeting with yours for a fleeting second. His lip quivers, fighting back what appears to be a smile. You have to look away to hide your own sheepish grin. 

The problem with the bean bags is that despite their comically large size, they're always moving around. Kaitlyn and Abigail are always thwarting attempts to smuggle the bags into other rooms, but the kids are sneaky. 

"They really couldn't leave two?" Max groans at the sight of the singular beanbag. At least the campers were decent enough to leave you the largest one out of the five. Max isn't that big of a guy, both of you could fit there just fine.

"We could share?" It shoots directly from your mouth, your sleep-clouded mind unable to register what you're saying until you've already said it.  He hums like he's thinking about it, and it's too late to take back your words. 

A painstaking moment crawls by. Then, you realize he's moving again. One, two, three, four strides until he reaches the beanbag, and then he's settling down into it with you cradled in his lap. Your head finds home against his chest, the pitter-patter of his heartbeat loud in your ear. 

"This okay?" He asks; his head is so close to yours that you can smell the peppermint of his toothpaste lingering on his breath.

"Yeah," it's more than okay.

Your words must serve as encouragement because his arms secure themselves around you, his head coming down to rest against yours. He's so warm — the frigid air rippling through the lodge feels like just a memory now. You tilt your head up, bleary eyes landing on his freckled face. 

He's looking back at you. "Hi."

"Hi."

He smiles at that; his thumb begins to rub back and forth across your spine. You're not sure if he's even aware that he's doing it. His head draws forward to lean against your own, the tip of his nose brushing against yours. 

This. The simplicity of it all, being cradled in his lap whilst his pretty blue eyes gaze into yours. The scent of his woodsy body wash and minty toothpaste intertwining in such a way that it makes your head spin. You could get lost in this forever. 

"You have such pretty eyes," he says it so quietly that you almost don't hear it. 

But you do, and God, your cheeks are so hot they could start a forest fire. You're too shy to speak. Words? Don't know her. All you can do is duck your head down and hide your face in his chest. 

He doesn't say anything more, but you can feel his eyes lingering on your frame. It's strangely comforting — like nothing can harm you as long as he's around to protect you. Listening to his heartbeat is like listening to a lullaby. Every blink is becoming a challenge. Another yawn wracks through your body, and then you're gone. 

"Rise and shine, love bugs!"

You're yelping, all but jumping out of Max's arms and quite nearly cracking your head on the wooden bookshelf. Laura stands before you, smiling, but the expression worn in her eyes makes you want to shrink into nothingness. Hot breath fans out against your neck, and suddenly you're very aware of the fact that you're still sitting in Max's lap. 

"Laura, wait, this isn't," Max pleads, "this isn't what you think it is."

That statement shouldn't sting as much as it does. Technically, you and Max are just friends — all you've done this summer is flirt and get a little cuddly. Yet, you can't help but feel like a home wrecker that just got caught with the husband.

Your feet hit the ground with a small thud, carrying your half-awake body past Laura and out of the library in a wordless hurry. You don't know why you're leaving or where you're going, but you'll take anywhere but here. 

The sun is up now, painting the sky in rich hues of red and orange, and you can hear the kids chattering outside. Nick is already whirring away in the kitchen, flipping pancakes in a comically large skillet that you've never noticed before.

"Goodmorning!" He smiles, waving with his spatula. If he notices that you're here much earlier than you should be, he doesn't mention it. "Pancakes are ready if you want to grab one." 

He's made three types today — banana, blueberry, and plain. Chocolate chip pancakes used to be the main attraction until deliveries suddenly stopped two weeks ago. You make your choice and stand outside on the balcony to eat, as far away from the library as you can possibly get. The kids are already beginning to funnel into the cafeteria, but you never see Max and Laura come out. 

Whatever, it's hard to think about Max when you've got Nick's pancakes in front of you. Biting into them is like biting into a big, fluffy cloud. You'd volunteer to work at Hacketts Quarry next summer if it meant Nick was head chef again. 

If only you'd caught feelings for him and not Max, the guy who probably has feelings for Laura. 

The buses show up in the blink of an eye. 

One minute you and Ryan are helping the kids shove their belongings into their suitcases; the next, you're herding them down the beaten path to the lodge for the final time. Max is among the counselors that are helping you, and for every step he makes towards you, you take two back. 

"Kids, Counselors Max, and Y/N made Goodbye Goodie Bags!" Mr. H's voice echoes throughout the camp as he holds up the completed box of goodies. Max looks at you; you avoid his eye.

The kids are absolutely thrilled. One thank-you hug becomes two, then three, and the next thing you know, you're swarmed. You don't know where one kid ends, and another begins, and all you can see are their smiling faces and brightly colored camp shirts. 

An arm sneaks over your shoulders, much bigger than the children's — woodsy body wash kisses your nose. Somehow, Max has gotten wrapped up in this little group hug too, and he's mostly hugging you. 

"Hackett's Quarry forever!" You can distantly hear Emma cheering, joining in on the hug more enthusiastically than all of the children combined. It's hard to focus on her when Max pulls you closer, drawing you in until you're safely tucked under his arm and snuggled up to his side. You melt into it like butter in the hot sun, powerless to fight his affections. 

The kids are all cheering and chanting with their counselors, an incredible noise that has your ears ringing and yet the world is impossibly quiet. Nothing compares to the sweet laughter that falls from Max's plush lips; you can't hear anything except him. 

"Hackett's Quarry forever!"

And then they're gone. Tumbling towards the buses with their bags stuffed to the brim with goodies, crafts, and camp gear. A few bags had to be duct taped shut, other kids are improvising with plastic bags and anything else they could concoct. One boy is wearing three shirts on top of each other because they wouldn't fit. 

You're still cheering, even as the buses leave, waving goodbye until the final bus has crawled out of sight. 

Only then do you realize that a toned arm has fallen from your shoulders and instead curled around your waist. Only now are you aware of how close Max is holding you and the look Laura is giving you from the corner of your eye. 

As much as you don't want to, you step away. The fiery look in Laura's eye and the hot sun combined cannot even begin to melt the iciness that's settling into your now empty side. 

"Y/N?" It's hard to ignore Max's voice. The sound alone has your gears slowing. 

Jacob, your lord, and savior, comes bumbling over to you, effectively ending any of Max's advances. "He isn't bothering you, is he?" His tone makes him sound like a protective older brother. 

You shake your head, frowning. "No, I'm just a little upset, is all." 

When he cocks his head to the side, you explain the morning's events. There's an unintentional emphasis on how you woke up, on the looks Laura has been giving you since the end of July, and the singular comment that set you off. You feel lighter, being able to talk about it with someone. 

"So he's made you feel like a side piece," he observes, and suddenly the pieces click into place. A reason for why you feel this way. 

"That's exactly it." 

Jacob hums in thought, rubbing his chin. An idea must strike him because his face lights up so brightly that you swear you see a lightbulb appear above his head. "I have an idea." 

"Oh boy."

You don't even have a chance to ask what he could possibly be up to. He's already bounding off towards Kaitlyn with a wicked grin sprawled across his face. 

Whatever he's up to, it can't be too much, considering you leave for home in an hour. Your heart pangs in your chest — this is probably the last time you'll ever see Max. You begin the long haul to the cabins to fetch your bag with your feet filled with lead. So much for a summer fling.

The van is on fire. 

You leave for twenty damn minutes and return to heavy smoke and the van ablaze. Mr. H raises his voice with a tone you've never heard before. He's walking in your direction, wrapped in such a rage that he's shaking. You're scrambling to get out of his way, but his shoulder still slams into yours. Your ass hits the ground with a thump. 

In the corner of your eye, you can see your bag roll away after Mr. H's foot connects with it. 

Max is there. Kneeling by your side, hand curling around your cheek so gently that you can barely even feel him do it. "Are you okay?" You hate how concerned he sounds. You hate hearing such an endearing tone come from someone that doesn't share your feelings. Your eyes are watering, but not a single tear is related to your fall. 

"I'm okay," blinking the tears back. 

There's a calloused thumb swiping under your eye, catching a singular tear. If he doesn't quit looking at you like you're the most precious thing he's ever seen — if he doesn't stop touching you like you're made of glass, your tears will turn into a waterfall. 

"You don't look okay," he whispers. 

Getting up is the only way to stop the waterworks from turning on full blast. Max makes room for you, hands hovering around you as if you may fall again. Jacob hands over your bag once you're on your feet.

Mr. H leaves. Stranding your rag-tag crew at Hackett's Quarry for one more night. 

"P.A.R.T... Why the fuck not?" You tune into Dylan saying, a mischievous tone in his voice. "Alright, it seems the stars have aligned for us. No?" There's no getting out of a party, and you're really not surprised that it's already being suggested as soon as Mr. H has left. What really surprises you is when Jacob decides that you and Max should find supplies. It's not like you can walk off and avoid Max now. Not without ditching him with all of the work. At least Jacob reunites you with your phone after delivering that order. "So a lighter, a bucket, and blankets," Max recites, raising a finger for every item he lists. "Where the hell are we going to find a bucket?" "That's what you're worried about?" This is a camp; there have to be buckets somewhere. "How do you plan to find blankets that don't belong on a bed?" Max is quiet, eyebrows furrowing. "I have no idea."

Your phones both kick on at the same time, buzzing to life for the first time in months. It feels strange to look at the screen again; you haven't seen one all summer. 

"We have the same phone," he's sidling up next to you, holding his phone next to yours. Identical models. The only difference is the cases. 

"What a coincidence," his lock screen flashes on, and your cheeks warm in an instant. It's a picture of Max, shirtless and on a hiking trail. God, does he have—

"Don't mind that," he's shoving his phone into his pocket, looking anywhere but at you. "So about those supplies."

Right. You need to be focusing on supplies. Not Max and his abs. 

Supplies.

Not Max.

Supplies.

You're so focused on not focusing on Max that you don't realize your feet are moving. Carrying you right back down the path to the lodges. Max strolls along next to you, his hand bumping against yours with every few strides. Each time, your heart practically leaps up your throat. 

"I know I should have asked this before," he says, breaking the silence. Oh god, what is he about to ask? "But where are we going?"

Oh.

Right.

"Art Lodge," you croak, nearly jumping out of your skin when his fingers brush with yours again. "Abi always lights a candle during her classes; there should be a lighter in there." 

Max hums, and for a brief second, you meet eyes. He's smiling down at you, the corners of his eyes wrinkling with it. Jokingly, you bump your shoulder into his, just a little tap that has the both of you laughing. 

Then you feel it.

Timid fingers slip between your own, slotting together at an agonizingly slow pace. You have to remind yourself to keep walking, have to fight the urge to immediately take his hand and squeeze it as tightly as you can. It's so, so slow like he's afraid you'll bolt if he moves too quickly.

Just like that, he's holding your hand. Curling your fingers around his feels as natural as breathing. 

The lodges come into view, standing proud as ever in front of the cliffs. Even as you cross the miniature bridge, Max holds your hand, thumb swiping back and forth against your skin. You hope he never let's go.

"Any luck?"

"No, but I found fruit snacks that expired in 2015."

You have a feeling that the fruit snacks may be the cause of Max's prior hacking fit. 

You've found everything but blankets. There were none left behind; not a singular beach towel could be located in the pool storage bins, and the laundry had everything except blankets. Now it's beginning to seem that you're going to be coming up short on your end of the deal. 

"You would think that Mr. H would have at least one decent blanket," Max's voice echoes across the dark attic. 

"I'm beginning to think that he doesn't believe in them," you deadpan. The boxes up here are just filled with old craft supplies and a few family photobooks. Nothing less, nothing more.

Something heavy falls over where Max is.

"What was that?" 

"I fell." 

One peek over your shoulder reveals that he has indeed fallen, and he doesn't look like he's about to get up anytime soon. Toeing through the various boxes, you make your way over to him. 

"Seems we're sticking it out without blankets tonight," you step over him, careful not to trip yourself. 

Max reaches up, his hand circling around your ankle, holding it there. "What's worse is, I have blankets in my car," his other hand comes up to brush away some dust that's gathered on your sock. 

"If only your car weren't a mile away," you hold a hand out for him to grab, intending to pull him up. You don't expect him just to reach up and hold it. "Are you getting up, or are you staying on the floor?"

"Oh." He blinks dumbly. Now he gets up, back cracking as he does so. 

Climbing back down the ladder is the worst part. Max goes down first, seemingly insistent that he catch you if the rickety old thing miraculously breaks on your way down. It doesn't, but that doesn't stop him from placing his hands on your waist when you're within reach. 

"This place needs a serious overhaul," he observes aloud, once you're on solid ground. 

To his credit, he's not wrong. The chimney is crumbling on the inside, and more than half of the buildings on the property are beginning to come apart. Lodge 5 lost a whole stair last month, and a few weeks before that, Lodge 2 woke up without a balcony railing after a particularly windy night. 

The stairs creak under your feet as you head out of the lodge, testing your anxiety with every step. You're just waiting for the day someone's foot goes through one of these thin old boards. 

Two lighters and a bucket await you at the bottom of the stairs, your proud, hard-earned treasures. With one hand, you pick up the bucket; with the other, you tentatively reach for Max's hand. 

"What are you doing?" Laura's voice has you jolting, hand slipping back from Max's. You blink, bewildered by her sudden appearance. Words aren't coming to you. 

"Heading down to the campfire?" Max sounds just as confused as you feel. Wasn't she paired up with Kaitlyn? 

"I was talking to Y/N, but that works too," she clarifies with such a pleasant tone that barely feels genuine. You choose not to reply, remaining quiet to avoid raising any conflict. It's no secret that you two don't exactly get along; you'd rather not add to the list of reasons why. 

To your dismay, she walks to the campfire with you, walking right between you and Max the entire way. She and Max are chattering about some movie you've never heard of; you can't bring yourself to listen. That feeling from earlier nags at your heart, Jacob's words echoing in your head. Does he like you, or did Jacob have a point back there?

At the campfire, the rest of the group has already gathered around the campfire; they're just waiting on you three. 

"We couldn't find blankets," you supply, handing the bucket off to Kaitlyn's awaiting hands. 

"Don't sweat it," she winks, "at least you found the lighter. Dylan has been hitting two rocks together for ten minutes, and it's getting old." 

Max sits on the log next to Nick, blue eyes meeting yours as he pats the space next to him. At least, you thought he was looking at you. But before you can even comprehend what's happening, Laura is trotting over and plants herself in the space next to him, recharging their conversation from before. 

"Y/N, over here!" Jacob waves, garnering your attention. Guess you're sitting next to Jacob, then. 

With heavy feet, you wander up and sit next to him, trying not to look too dejected. It's really not that big of a deal. Who cares if Laura sits next to Max? Who cares if Max completely forgets your presence when she's around?

Not like you care at all.

"I'm sorry," Jacob says, handing you a wine cooler, "we tried but we couldn't talk her out of going to find you guys." 

You've forgotten how hard it is to get these damn caps off. The skin on your fingers burn as you try and fail to twist it open. 

"Need help?" Jacob cuts Max off, from whatever he was about to say. Nodding, you hand it back over. 

It's unfair how easily he pops it off, adding it to his already decently sized collection of bottle caps. The alcohol is overwhelmingly sweet on your tongue, artificial strawberry overpowering the alcohol until it's just barely there. If only there were enough of these to go around; you reckon you could drink the memories of today away.

On your left, Dylan makes a face at his own drink, something bright orange. "Is strawberry any good? This one's not liking me too much." 

You're not one to drink after people, but right now you'll take all the distractions you can get. "Only one way to find out," holding out your drink for an exchange. 

Dylan's drink is much more tropical, a pleasant mixture of orange and pineapple that hits your taste buds much easier than the strawberry. This is the kind of thing you could drink all day and not get tired of. 

"You're telling me that you don't like this?" You can't wrap your head around it, this is so much better than strawberry.

Dylan shrugs, seemingly much happier with your drink. "I hate pineapple." 

That settles your trade quite nicely. 

Like a broken record, your thoughts jump back to Max. All too coincidentally, he's looking at you, with this unreadable expression that you've never seen on him before. You wonder what that's about.

The campfire finally awakens and roars to life, flickers of red and orange lick the air, spitting up tiny particles of ash in its wake. You hate how the burning timber reminds you of Max's body wash. Why does everything have to remind you of him and his stupidly pretty face?

Truth or dare kicks up when you're just beginning to finish your second drink, some grape flavored thing, when your body has loosened and your head is spinning ever so slightly. Lack of drinking over the summer has obliterated your alcohol tolerance, and you're glad that nobody offers you a third, because any more may lead you to losing your filter and some questionable decisions.

"Y/N!" Oh god, why is Dylan saying your name. 

"Huh?"

"Since you so graciously traded drinks with me, twice, might I add. You get to go first," he grins, eyes shimmering from the fire, "truth, or dare?"

What do you have to lose? "Truth."

He grins, a big toothy smile, and you're suddenly concerned about what you've gotten yourself into. "Who has the nicest body at this camp?" 

God, you should have picked dare. 

"Max," you croak, voice suddenly too heavy for your tongue, "sorry Jacob."

Jacob pouts like a kicked puppy, Max just turns red in the cheeks.

Everything devolves into a blur, thanks to the alcohol that's coursing through your veins like a wildfire. You dare Emma to exchange clothing with Kaitlyn, Ryan kisses Dylan, Nick's shoes wind up on the wrong feet, Jacob nearly jumps through the fire naked, Abi's hair is tied up in six different places. A storm is beginning to roll in, you can hear the thunder rolling in the distance, but you've still got time before the game has to wrap up.

Even without the storm distracting you and the alcohol clouding your thoughts, its hard to focus on the game. Not when Max keeps flicker his eyes between the fire and you, expression as unreadable as ever. Laura's saying something to him, but his eyes remain locked on your frame.

"Laura," Emma's voice shakes you from your trance. How long have you and Max had your eyes locked? "Truth or dare?"

Laura fiddles with the brim of her hat, thinking about her reply. "Dare."

"I dare you to kiss," she pauses, analyzing her audience like you're a bunch of adoring fans, "Nick, or...Max."

Your heart drops.

"Seriously, Em?" For the first time all night, Jacob sounds irritated, his formerly drunken, goofy tone long forgotten. 

"I choose..." Laura stands, and for a split second, you wonder if she's going to kiss Nick instead. But then she's turning, planting her palms on Max's shoulders. "Max."

God, you can't sit here and watch this. 

Your feet are hitting the ground before Laura can make her move. No amount of alcohol will make you sit through this. Someone's calling your name, but it falls upon deaf ears. Your body is moving much faster than your intoxicated brain can keep up with, but all you care about is getting as far away from the campfire as you can.

Footsteps follow after you, that voice is still calling your name. 

"I'm not dealing with this," you mutter. 

Against better judgement, you step off the beaten path and run into the forest as fast as your legs will carry you. Concern of what lurks in the forest is long forgotten, all you can think about is disappearing off the face of this Earth. 

Max will never have feelings for you. Not when Laura, pretty, bold, hardheaded Laura, stands there in the spotlight. Fuck Laura, fuck Max, and fuck truth or dare.

You stumble upon a clearing, with a conveniently placed ranger box that you've never seen before. Surely you've gone far enough.

"What the fuck," you say to yourself, sitting on the metal box, "what the fuck?"

It's cold out here, and now you wish you'd worn a jacket. The fire was warm, yes, but has it always been this cold at night? You don't recall it being cold this morning, but then again...

Max's stupid face manifests at the forefront of your thoughts. Him and his stupid freckles and his stupid brown hair that has no right to be as soft as it is. You can't believe you thought you had a chance with that cute, airheaded bastard. So what if he was so excited to introduce himself to you at orientation that he spilled his juice on your white shoes. 

There are plenty of fish in the sea, you're sure there's another guy out there who gives the sweetest hugs and calls you 'Honey' like it's going out of style. Who are you kidding? 

The only fish you want is named Max.

Water hits your cheek. Are you crying?

It happens again, cold, running down the side of your face, then again, and again. Great. You're not crying, its raining. 

"Wonderful," suddenly, you feel very, very sober as you take in your surroundings. It's so dark, who knows what's out here with you? 

You're walking, but you have no memory of which direction you came in from. Where even are you? You've never seen this area before, never the less walked through it. Nothing looks familiar, and to make matters worse, a downpour starts. 

"Can anybody here me?" You cry out, but you can barely hear your own voice over the rain. 

The ground is slick under your feet, no doubt your shoes are going to be caked with mud by the time you find your way back to the lodge. Something crashes behind you, scratching the back of your neck. Yelping, you bolt, mind jumping to a million places. What was that? A tree? A bear? 

Blood runs down your neck, hot and sticky, not at all like the frigid rain that's pelting your body. Water splashes under your feet, you're sure that it hasn't been raining very long but massive puddles have already formed; mud tugs at your shoes like a giant suction cup.

Pain blossoms in your right ankle. 

You hit the ground with a heavy thud, crying out as excruciating pain bites its way down your foot. 

"Fuck!" Your voice echoes the forest as you twist and turn in a frenzied horror, crying once more when the pain worsens. There's something tight latched around your ankle, teeth dug deep into your flesh. You're trying to pull your injured ankle away, but something holds tight; it feels like you're on a leash.

In the darkness, you catch a glimpse of shimmering silver. A bear trap.

Your foot is in a fucking bear trap. 

"What the fuck?" Your voice cracks. There's a chain on the end of the trap, wrapped around a thin tree. Your trembling hands pry at the jaws of the trap, but your efforts are futile. Prying the trap open feels like the equivalent of prying open the jaws of a bear, you're far too weak to even make it budge. 

The sharp, jagged teeth only dig into your flesh even more, boiling hot blood gushes from your wound like a waterfall, pooling in your shoe. Tears prick at your eyes, God this fucking hurts.

Light passes over you, impossibly bright, forces you to close your eyes in order to save your retinas from burning right out of your skull. A voice calls out. The light passes again, darts back to your pitiful frame in an instant. The voice raises again. 

Dear Lord, why did you have to send Max?

One minute the world is cold and lonely, the next, Max is there, warm arms wrapping around you, drawing you into an even warmer chest. No amount of trying can hide your sniffling, the pained wail that escapes your lips is almost pathetic. 

"Fuck, what the fuck?" His voice is high and pitchy, hands are cradling your cheeks. "Hold on, hold on."

He's letting you go, maneuvering down to get his fingers in between the jaws of the bear trap. Just his touch alone makes it all worse. 

You don't want to let go of him, but you're powerless to stop him as he maneuvers around you. His foot catches the chain, disturbing the trap, and somehow it clamps down even harder.

"Ow!" You yank your foot away from him, yelping when the trap bites yet again. Fuck the man who designed this, and fuck whoever decided to put this damn trap out here.

Max is saying something, but you're not registering it. How are you supposed to listen when a bear trap is trying its damn best to tear your foot right off your body. 

"Hey," he says again, "just keep your eyes on me, okay? I'm going to get you out of here." His hands slide down your leg as he speaks; you're too distracted by his voice to realize that he's placing your foot in his lap. "Just keep your eyes on me, honey."

You don't know why you comply. Maybe it's the pet name; maybe it's because your foot is in a bear trap. But you do, whining, you force your eyes to meet his. For the first time in your life, you struggle to lose yourself in his eyes, in him, his presence. He's stroking the sensitive skin at the bend of your knee, gently, slowly, coaxing your leg out from under you. You don't even remember when you'd yanked it away again. 

Slow, his fingers hook into the gaps of the teeth, biceps bulging under his jacket as he pries the trap open. The teeth slowly ease from your injured flesh, agonizingly slow, blood gushing from the wound. Finally, finally, it's open just enough for you to pull your foot out, and then it's snapping shut again with a noise that has your heart-stopping.

With your foot free from its confines, you stumble up to your feet, using a tree as leverage. What you don't expect is for your ankle to hurt even worse than it did when it was in the bear trap. It catches you so off guard that by the time you bite your tongue, you've already made a noise, and Max is reacting to it. 

"Hey, hey, hey, hold on," he's crowding you, wrapping an arm around you when you stumble. 

"I can walk on my own," you lie through your teeth; had he not sidled up next to you when he did, you would be on the ground again. 

"No, you can't," his voice gets that pitchiness again, "do you know how far away from camp we are? I've been looking for you for a half hour!"

It's only now that you realize how hard he's breathing. There's mud caked to his boots and the legs of his jeans, his hair so wet that he looks like he's walked right out of a shower, cheeks red. 

"Why even come after me?" You grumble under your breath. "Shouldn't you be making out with Laura by the campfire right about now?"

Max stiffens. "That's not...no, that's-"

"-that's not, what? Max?" The words drip from your lips like venom. Your injured foot its the ground again; trying your hardest to walk away, but it only throws your balance off even more. All it does for you is push you closer to Max, your shoulder bumping against his ridiculously firm chest. 

"I didn't kiss her." His words are so quiet, yet your ears burn as if he'd yelled them through a megaphone. 

Oh.

"I didn't spend an entire summer trying to work up the courage to ask you out, just to watch you walk away because of some stupid campfire game," whispered so quietly into your ear that it tickles, nose bumping against your cold cheek. 

Oh.

A wrongly placed step leads you to crash into him, minimizing the gap between you until there's almost nothing left. His nose bumps into yours, arms wrapping around your waist as he gathers you up against him. 

"Fuck you," you're wrapping your arms around his neck, "you couldn't have told me this sooner?"

And then you're kissing him. Lips clashing together, wet and messy. His lips are so soft against yours, moving slowly, molding against your own so easily, so naturally. Your head spins; if his large hands weren't gripping your waist, you fear you may float up into the clouds and never come back down.

Lightning flashes and thunder cracks, reminding you of your surroundings, of where you are. You've almost forgotten about the throbbing in your ankle, just a dull pain that can't even begin to take your mind off of Max. 

Then you're putting weight on it, and okay, maybe the pain is enough to take your mind off of him. "Ow, — shit."

Max is bending down, and in one motion, he scoops you off the ground. It's unfair how easily he does it. "Let's get you taken care of, honey," the goofy grin on his face is so big that it can be heard in his tone. 

He makes it look easy, carrying you out of the forest like it's the simplest thing he's ever done. You rest your head on his shoulder, shivering from the cold rain that doesn't want to let up. Thunder cackles and lightning crashes, lighting up the forest around you. You jump every time, clinging to Max just a little bit more. 

Forever passes before Max steps out into a clearing, the lodge standing tall before you, not a light on in sight. It's hard to tell if it's just abandoned or the power has gone out. Usually, the lamp post would be able to tell you, but the bulb burnt out weeks ago. Mr. H never wants to replace the damn lights. 

"Did you find them?" Abi's head pops out the door; breathes a sigh of relief when she catches glimpse of Max carrying you up the steps. 

It's much warmer inside; everyone's gathered by the fireplace, curled up in bean bags and whatever else they could have found. Dylan's even drug in Mr. H's spinning chair.

With the campfire's light, you can finally see just how messed up you really are. You're absolutely caked with mud, so much so that you can't even tell how badly your ankle has been injured. 

"Is there any reason why Mr. H would have bear traps in the woods?" This is the most serious tone you've ever come out of Max. 

"I'm sorry, bear traps?" Ryan's head pops up from behind Dylan. Weakly, you raise your bloody foot. It seems to be enough of an answer because everyone's face changes. 

Kaitlyn practically tears your shoe off, revealing your formerly white, now crimson red, sock. "This needs to be cleaned before it gets infected," she observes, gingerly touching the swollen skin around your injury, "you should go upstairs and get properly washed up."

Max doesn't need much convincing, already making for the single stairwell that's been cleared. There's a nice bathroom hidden upstairs; you've never seen the inside of it because Mr. H won't let anyone use it unless it's an emergency. 

It's worth the wait, though. The bathroom is ridiculously nice compared to the ones scattered around camp. Complete with a marble countertop, two sinks, and miniature stairs that lead to a comically large bathtub. It looks right out of a magazine. 

"So this must be where Mr. H takes his hot dates," Max comments, sitting you down on the edge of the counter. It feels strange to see the lights flick on, illuminating the room in a gentle, golden glow.

"You're a mess," you giggle, reaching out to pluck a leaf from Max's hair. He looks worse than you do, somehow. 

"It's been a hell of a night," he rolls his eyes when you tussle his wet hair, batting your offending hand away. He presses a chaste kiss to your lips, soft and sweet. "I'm gonna go see if I can find you some clean clothes, 'kay?" 

You nod, stealing a second kiss just because you can now. When he's gone, you slide off the counter, balancing your weight on your good foot. Might as well start a bath. 

To your surprise, Mr. H has several bottles of bath bubbles stored in a cabinet, right next to some big, fluffy white towels. You hope he doesn't mind too much that you borrow some of the vanilla-scented bubbles and help yourself to more towels than you actually need. Surely he'll understand when he sees your injury. 

The hot water kicks on immediately, a stark contrast to the barely functioning showers downstairs. It takes at least forty-five seconds for the water to be tolerably warm and even longer for it to get hot. With the bubbles added, you begin to peel off your clothes, grimacing at how they stick to your skin. 

It all becomes worth it when you slide down into the tub, aching muscles relaxing the moment you've settled. Even the dull stinging in your ankle cannot take away from how nice the water feels around you. 

"Sorry, I couldn't find your bag, so I'm giving you some of my clothes instead — holy shit!" Max yelps, turning his back to you. "I am so sorry; oh my God, I should have knocked."

You can't help but laugh, unbothered by the intrusion. "If I cared about you walking in, I would have locked the door," you giggle, "you can turn around, silly."

Truthfully, you hadn't even thought about locking the door. As long as it's him and not someone else, you can't bring yourself to care about the intrusion. He's pretty much seen you at your worst already. 

His movements are slow, cheeks flaming red as he sets his bag of clothes on the counter. He doesn't look at you, refuses to tear his eyes from his feet. 

"You have so much mud on you," you remark, tracing your eyes up his frozen frame. 

Blue eyes dart to you, then back to the floor. "I'll wash it off once you're taken care of."

Hm. 

"I mean," you can't believe you're suggesting this, "this bath is big enough for the two of us."

You swear he jumps. 

"I-" he rubs the back of his neck, gaze fixated on the bottom of the tub, "are you serious?"

Shrug. "Serious as a bear trap." 

Leaning your head back, you close your eyes. Only after a night of drinking and bear traps would you ever consider suggesting sharing a bath with Max. He's shuffling around, shoes hitting the floor with a small thump. You peek an eye open. Immediately you're met with an eye full as Max lifts his shirt from his body, back muscles rippling with the motion. He must see you in the mirror because he freezes, shirt still above his head. 

"Don't mind me," closing your eyes again. 

It's another minute or two before you feel the bath water disturb. You want to open your eyes, but you save it for when you feel him settling in across from you, legs bumping into your own. He looks like a deer in headlights, but he's there, toned chest, messy hair, and all. 

Teasing, you bump your knee against his. "You look terrified." 

"You're just really pretty," he says like he's in a trance, only breaking from it when your eyes widen. "I mean, I...did I say that out loud? I'm sorry, that probably sounded really weird. I didn't-"

You don't know what possesses you to do it, but you find yourself turning and scooting over to his side of the tub, water sloshing as you curl yourself into his side. His jaw snaps shut the moment your head comes to rest against his shoulder. 

"Oh." It's clear in his tone that he's more than surprised, but he raises no objections, even relaxes against you. His head leans on top of yours, arm shifting to wrap around your shoulders and draw you even closer. 

His heart is beating away in his chest; you can hear it from where your ear rests against his collarbone. "I'm sorry that I made you feel like I didn't have feelings for you," he presses his lips to your temple, "I really should have confessed weeks ago." 

"Weeks ago?" 

He hums; the vibration tickles. "I was going to, back when we had that slumber party."

Ah, the slumber party. Simultaneously one of the best and longest nights of your stay at Hacketts Quarry. If only Emma didn't have a foghorn in her family lineage. 

"What stopped you?" 

"Emma's snoring kept interrupting me."

You can't help the giggle that falls from your lips. It certainly explains his strange behavior from that night, from the endless stuttering to the way he would stare off into space. 

"What are you laughing at, hm?" His arm around you tightens, breath tickling your skin. "Are you laughing at me?" 

It only makes you laugh more, trying and failing to push his head away. "No, I'm not!" You squeal, squirming away from the fingers tickling your waist. Your legs kick, unintentionally sloshing water out of the tub and onto the flooring below; the tickles stop immediately after, but they're replaced by something more. 

Kisses.

Tiny ones, all up and down the side of your face, neck, and any open skin Max can reach. Laughter erupts after every peck; this night genuinely doesn't feel real. He works his way over to your lips once he's covered every inch of you in kisses. It turns out he's saved the best for last. 

The angle is awkward; you have to crane your neck to the side to meet his lips properly, but it's worth the struggle. Just a simple caress at first, feather-light and barely there, then it deepens, head spinning, lips interlocked in the sloppiest of ways. His free hand is finding yours, guiding it up until your fingers intertwine in his hair; he sighs as that, smiling into the kiss. 

Your neck is starting to hurt, but the idea of breaking your kiss for even a second hurts more. In one swift motion, you turn, throwing your leg over and straddling his hips, properly settled into his lap. 

"Fuck," he gasps against your lips, "honey." 

You can feel him pressed up against you between your legs; a shiver wracks down your spine. You'd almost forgotten that you were naked, but God, you could really get used to this. Large hands settle on your thighs, fingertips tracing from the back of your knees to the base of your neck; one settles there, the other finds its way around your waist, gathering you into his chest. 

Teeth nip at your bottom lip, hot tongue soothing over the area, and who are you to deny him? You meet him halfway, heat blossoms in your belly, tongues sloppily tangling before retreating. This time, you don't mean to move, but your knee slides under you, unintentionally grinding down into his lap. That heat rages into a fire, thighs twitching around his hips. Shit, that shouldn't have felt as nice as it did. 

Max is breaking away from you, toned chest panting, pupils blown wide. Not a word falls from his lips, but his eyes, the hand resting on the swell of your ass, say it all. All you can do is nod. Whatever this is, you want it. 

His lips find your exposed neck in an instant, kissing at a spot below your ear that has a noise falling from your kiss-swollen lips. The hand you had tangled in his hair comes up to cover your mouth, muffling the next sound that ripples out of your throat when Max's tongue traces down the side of your neck. 

He pauses, reaching up to remove the hand from your mouth, "wanna hear you." His voice is husky, a far cry from his usual tone. 

Arms wrap tightly around you, and then he's moving, lifting you up and out of the water. The room is surprisingly cold compared to the lukewarm water, and you barely have time to hook your legs around his hips before he's stepping out of the bath. He sets you up on the counter, pecking your lips as he does so.

All you see is white. 

The towel on your head moves back, settling around your wet shoulders instead, "sorry," Max chuckles, and then he's kissing you again.

It's chaotic, torn between teasing tongues and lingering lips, teeth clacking together as you try to dry yourselves the best that you can. The bathroom counter is low enough for Max's hips to comfortably slot between your legs, and you can feel the head of his cock nudging between your legs, but it's still too high. Not if you want him in you.  

Squirming to the edge of the counter isn't enough, but Max is smart, catches on to what you're trying to do so quickly that you're suspicious as to whether or not he can read minds. 

"Do you want this, honey?" He whispers against your lips, tone sickly sweet. 

"Do you really need an answer to that?" This man is going to give you cavities. 

Fingers brush up the inside of your thighs, wandering up, up, up; sparks fire their way up your spine. His lips find yours again, briefly, because you can't help the gasp that escapes you when his thumb teases your entrance. 

"Fuck, Max." He has no right to smile that cutely at a time like this. 

Especially not when he sinks to his knees guides your legs over his shoulders and begins kissing and licking the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, leaving behind patches of red that will surely bruise in the morning. His breath is hot, fanning out against your most sensitive areas. Pause. Then, his tongue is on you, with slow, languid strokes that have your head falling back against the mirror with a loud gasp.

You're bringing your hand up, trying to catch the whine that leaves you, but Max is prying it away before it can even get there. Blue eyes shimmer up at you, guiding your hand to the back of his head. 

"Fu-fuck, Max!" You mewl, tangling your hand in his hair. 

 He draws away from you, just long enough to wet two of his fingers with his tongue, and then he's back. Fingertips teasing at your entrance, tongue flicking against you. You squirm, panting, hand tugging at his hair, God, why is he so fucking good at this?

There's a pressure, a long, calloused finger sliding into you, in and out, moving in perfect tune with his tongue. Sucking harshly, chuckling when you jolt, then there's a second finger, stretching you so, so nicely. His tongue wanders between his fingers, momentarily dips inside of you, travels back up, down, back in again. 

"Max~!" You cant help the profanities that fall from your lips when his fingers curl, rubbing against a sensitive spot that you didn't know was there. You're tightening around his fingers, squirming; you don't know if you want more or if you want to get away from it. 

A third finger eases into your trembling body, then a fourth, working into a rhythm that's driving you towards the edge. No, no, no, it's too early for you to cum already. 

Words fail you; you don't even know what you're trying to say. All you can do is tug at his hair, kicking your good foot against his back. 

"Is something wrong?" His lips and chin are shiny, wet with saliva, and you.

"Close," is all you can say. What in the world did he expect? 

Max chuckles at that, pressing one last kiss to your thigh before coming back up. He's reaching into the cabinet behind you, and your eyes don't miss how wet his hand has become. "You don't reckon Mr. H has any condoms lying around here, do you?" 

The eye roll that leaves you is almost instantaneous. "Don't need one."

That's enough for him. He's gathering you up again, guiding your legs over his hips, and then he's lifting you, and your back is hitting the wall. 

Oh.

Oh.

That's why he used four fingers.

"Good lord," is all you can say, eyes fixated on his cock, resting between your legs. It's not the length that you're worried about; it's how absolutely thick he is. How the hell does he plan to fit that in you? 

He has no right to turn so red, bashfully avoiding your eye, but he spits into his hand and works his saliva over himself so confidently that your head spins. You'd always known there were two sides to Max, but come to find out, there are actually three.

"Tell me if it hurts, honey," he murmurs, leaning in to peck your lips, "'kay?" 

"What, think I can't take it?" You tease, but you don't even know if you can take that. Only one way to find out. 

Now it's his turn to roll his eyes, shifting to line himself up with your entrance. There's a pressure bigger than the one his fingers brought, and then he's pushing inside. Your body flutters open, slow; your legs twitch at the stretch. There's a strange popping sensation as the head finally eases all the way in. 

"There you go," Max's eyes are fixated between your legs, mesmerized by how his cock stretches you open, disappearing inside inch by agonizingly slow inch. 

Your head is spinning; you have to remind yourself to breathe, mewling at just how deliciously wide he spreads you. You don't know where your body is finding the space, but your insides are clenching around him greedily, taking it and taking it until finally, finally, his hips are flush against yours.

"Fuck," Max breathes, "how are you feeling?"

"Full." More than full. Full to the point that it's hard to breathe. Your legs are trembling; if it wasn't for him pressing you into the wall, you're sure you would have fallen by now. 

His hips rock, drawing out just a little bit, then sinking back in, once, twice, driving the breath from your lungs with every shallow thrust. Quicker now, he draws out, drives his hips back up; the whimper that leaves you is loud, echoes throughout the bathroom. 

“You like that, honey?” And when you clench down around him, he groans, repeats that motion again. Your head knocks back against the wall. 

With his lips settling on your neck, Max sets his pace, long, slow thrusts, twitching his hips in different angles as he fucks you open until he hits a spot that has you jolting in his arms. One of your hands are tangled in his brown hair; the other is around his neck, nails biting into and raking down his pale shoulder with every dizzying thrust. 

"Max!" His name falls from your lips like a mantra, like it's the only word you know. "T-there!"

"Yeah?" He breathes, picking up his pace but the head of his cock never once loses that spot. Hits it over and over until you feel tears burning behind your eyelids. 

"Eyes on me, honey," his lips ghost the shell of your ear, cock driving into you harder now, sudden, shattering the agonizing pace he'd built up. You don't even know when you closed your eyes, but when you pry them open, the sight you find is enough to make your eyes roll back again. 

Max, sweet, sweet Max, pink-cheeked, irises blown wide, muscles rippling every time he drives himself back into you. Even as he's panting for breath, he has the audacity to grin at you, chuckles when you whimper. 

He's shuffling, pushing you higher up the wall just by his hips, driving out the space between you. This angle is so, so different; he's hitting that sweet spot inside you with every thrust, harder, just a little bit faster than before. Lips lock with yours, tongues tangling with such ease that you feel yourself become lightheaded. 

There's a heat roaring in your belly, grows hotter every time his hips meet yours, body squirming, powerless to do anything but take it. You're whining, both hands on his shoulders now, gasping for breath against his plush lips. 

"Honey," he groans, punctuates it with a particularly hard thrust that has you seeing stars, "are you close?"

All you can do is nod, whimpering his name. Max is losing his rhythm, torn between long and short strokes into your aching hole, and God, you're so fucking close that your whole body is shaking. You can't even clench around him anymore; body so worked open by his dick that you've lost all control over it.  

"Inside," you choke out, burying your head in his neck, "cum in me." 

He doesn't need to be told twice, picking up the pace. You can't think, can't even contain your noises, and thank God the bathroom is on the farthest side of the lodge, where nobody can hear you cry out his name one last time. 

Your vision goes white; nails dig into Max’s back as you cum around him. His hips stutter to a halt, cums in your trembling body with a strangled noise that sounds like your name. For a few moments, you're weightless, floating up into the clouds as your body spasms with what energy it has left. 

There's a wetness on your shoulder.

All of a sudden, you're back on Earth, lungs working double time. One of your legs have fallen, only held up by Max's hips and the hand that's rubbing circles into your lower back. You clench around him; he jumps. 

"Are you crying?" 

Red, puffy eyes meet yours. "Happy tears," he promises, rubbing your noses together. 

It takes a minute for him to pull out of you, cum spilling out and running down your thighs. Your legs are shaking so badly that you can't stand, and you're very aware of your injury again. Max wastes no time in scooping you up again and placing you on the counter, takes his time cleaning you up. 

The bathroom is much warmer than it was when you first walked in, but it's still considerably cold. While Max busies himself with a warm cloth between your thighs, you reach into his bag in search of warm, dry clothes, and by God do you find them.

"Well, that's just not fair," he pouts, "why do you look better in my clothes than I do?" You blush at that, fiddling with the end of his sweater. 

With a properly cleaned and wrapped ankle, you climb onto Max's back, comfortably resting there as he carries you downstairs. Much to your relief, they've put a movie on the projector, barely even noticing your arrival.

"Took you long enough," Emma sing-songs. "We figured you'd drowned up there."

"Sorry, got caught up in a battle with the house ghosts," you struggle to hide your wince when you sit down. Something tells you that you'll not be able to walk in the morning, or the next day, for that matter. 

You thought you'd hid it pretty well until Max winks at you. 

Smug bastard.

And if anybody notices the way you waddle to the truck the next morning, they don't say anything. Not even when Mr. H drops you off where the cars are parked and you clamber into Max's passenger seat rather than hopping on the bus with Emma. 

"So," Max grins, tapping the steering wheel, "what adventure are we going on next?" 

This world isn't ready for the hell the two of you are about to raise.

After you can walk again, of course. 

[alexiavettel]

chapter two

“The world was whole then, the sun and moon together as one”

pairing: charles leclerc x fem¡stroll!reader

word count: 1.4k+

warnings: asshole!charles, asshole!reader, mentions of Jules (this one actually trigger me), google translator italian/french, light mentions of death

disclaimer: any photo used is not supposed to represent the reader, are all Pinterest pics that matches the context

PS: reader is a slytherin (just like me) sorry if you don’t see yourself in this house but just matches perfectly with her personality.

⇦⇦⇦ previous part

(Y/N) Stroll POV:

I fixed the straps of my Ferrari red dress which in my opinion is RIDICULOUS to dress up in this specific colour. Okay, I’m not gonna lie I look pretty hot in this tone of red but I look hot in every tone of red so fuck it. I think I would look prettier in my classic green but let’s keep this in mind for the season start gala he’s gonna have to wear a dark green suit at least.

Got my keys, purse and mobile and headed to my Aston Martin Valhalla that my dad gave it to me (exclusive till the moment because customers will only order at the middle of 2023).

•

“Wow dressed up all for me?” Charles annoying Leclerc smirked while hugging me and kissing my cheek (ew this feels so weird).

“Unfortunately yes. But good news for me is that you are wearing a green suit in the gala next week in exchange” I didn’t told anyone yet but he doesn’t need to know.

“Absolutely not! Binotto is going to kill me”

“I talk with him about it no problem, sweetheart” I said while seating and opening the menu.

“Already knows what you’ll eat?” I asked after some minutes in weird silence.

“Probably a carbonara, the pasta in this place is amazing. You should try it”

“Well I’ll ask for some tagliatelle” I stand up my arm to call the waiter.

“It’s a Italian restaurant (Y/n) they speak Italian, let me do the talk for you mon ange”

“Prenderemmo uno tagliatelle, uno spaghetti alla carbonara e un vino per favore” I said smiling right after rolling my eyes at the driver.

“Qualche preferenza per il vino?”

“Voglio un Castello Tricerchi Brunello di Montalcino, grazie”

“I-I didn’t know you speak Italian” he gasped?

“Now you do” I forced a smile (god this is also entering the list of best moments, he looks soo taken back)

“S-So Lorenzo gave me a couple of questions we should do to know each other better in case the reporters ask us” he said picking his phone to show me a WhatsApp message with a bunch of questions.

“For real?? Shoot it, so we can end this up faster”

“Okay, favourite colour?”

“Your’s red mine’s green and black”

“Obsessed” he faked a cough “Do you have any pets?”

“Yeah, I got a Doberman named Sirius”

“From Sirius Black, like the Harry Potter one?”

“Yeah” god, where’s the food?

“Wait. What’s your Hogwarts house?” He asked like is the most important question ever.

“I’m a slytherin, for sure the best one” sorry not sorry.

“Hm I thought so, you kinda look a bit like Voldemort”

“Says the one who looks like one of Malfoy’s friends”

“Excuse me!? Whatever, back to pets I don’t got any. But I would like to have a little dog, nothing like a Doberman they’re scary-“

“He’s actually pretty cute but he’s trained so I can make him bite your flat ass” I would pay good money to watch this scene.

“Best moment in F1”

“Silverstone podium, last year” a hard race but I got my best result there. A P3 with Bottas in P2 and Lewis in P1.

“Monza, 2019” he smiles gently but drop it when reads the next question.

“Worst moment in F1”

“Jules’ accident” I answer without thinking twice.

This is actually one of my worst memories ever, Charles was lucky for didn’t get to see it in person like I did. I couldn’t sleep properly because of the nightmares for 3 weeks straight. Jules took care of me when I was younger, specially because I always competed against his godson so we always were together, he was kinda a big brother figure for me. He knew that my father payed more attention in my younger brother and he said something once that made me really try to get into F1…

“You’re a good kid (Y/N), you’ve got a long way. Call me crazy but I can see it featured everywhere ‘First female driver in Formula One in decades. The very much first female race winner ever. She came from far but she came to win! (Y/N) Stroll is the winner of the Canadian Grand Prix’” he said with a commentator voice making me laugh.

“I know it’s soo hard to be part of a real team in F1 and being a girl we both know will be even harder but you got to do it. You are stronger than almost all those little boys and you are going to show them in the future, but don’t be too harsh with my little Charles okay? I want to see you guys driving together one day” I tried to smile back at him but I wanted to cry so bad.

“I want to drive with you one day, Jules!” I said hugging his legs.

“I can’t promise that we will but I want to do that too, okay? Gonna make everything possible to make it happen, girl” he ruffled my hair gently.

“Yeah because he already promised me that, you ugly” Charles screamed at me coming out of nowhere “Come fast or I’ll slash your tires”

“I miss him so fucking bad. I was going to say the same thing, at least there’s one thing we agree with” he tried to laugh, and the waiter just arrived with our food.

“If exist something that lift me up from sadness around this topic it’s wine and think that he would be proud of me and my achievements. I like to remember all the memories we got together like me, you, Pierre and Esteban with Jules, Norman and Lorenzo taking care of us and trying to compete in karts but these old bastards almost made us crash every time” he let out a genuine giggle and true smile before trying the wine.

“Hmmm good wine choice”

“I know, it’s one of my favourites. My brother gave me this one as a prank and I ended up liking it”

“So one more question. Biggest dream?”

“Both of us dream in being world champions don’t we?”

“You actually right, ew. Okay, hm your dream travel?” He asked after chewing (disgustingly) his pasta, I swear he eats like a child.

“Don’t know if I have one… Maybe Seychelles, I discovered this place recently but it’s so pretty, like the ocean and the rainforest is incredible in the pics I saw. Or maybe Egypt! I’ve never been there-“

“Okay I got it, you like travelling! I don’t know mine, but I would like to see Argentina better maybe? Now-”

“Wait my BeReal just-“ I love this app but sometimes I would like to uninstall this shit “Give me your hand!”

“What?” When he took my hand in his I took my BeReal without showing his face.

“You don’t have it?” I asked putting my phone back in my purse, just waiting to see my friends' reactions.

“Pierre actually told me to download it but I don’t know”

“Oh come on it’s fun, download it!” I picked up his phone and put in his hands while drinking the end of my glass.

“I mean is kinda cool but what’s the point? What if I’m in the bathroom?”

“The point is being real like showing yourself to your friends without make up, filters, you know just living your life. And when it notifies in the bathroom just put your hand in front of the camera it’s for best”

“Okay…”

•

I’m ABSOLUTELY out of breath after seeing the BeReal’s reactions:

😲 pedritogostoso10: bitch u didn’t told me??? ik this watch is expensive so at least it’s a good catch

😃 howdydannyric: wow good pasta but poor wine choice 🤠

>>> memyselfstroll: just because it isn’t expensive doesn’t mean it’s bad

>>> howdydannyric: whatever you say extreme cheapskates

😍 yourdreamliv: hope you liked the dress in the end 👀❤️

>>> memyselfstroll: i just don’t stop paying you bc if i do some public shit u gonna save my ass!!

😍 thebestleclerc: enjoyed the questions?

>>> memyselfstroll: you dont know how much i hate u rn Lorenzo

If only I could tell Daniel… but he will bring this up till the rest of my life. Well I can tell him we are fake when we go public, I just need to remember that not a lot of people can know about it. In the moment just me, my “boyfriend”, our PRs, my father, my pt and our team principals.

I only can imagine when Danny and Seb get to know it. Not even my brother knows I’m “dating” someone, he’s going to get so frustrated when I tell him it’s fake! This boy try to get me a boyfriend for so many years it’s going to be funny tho.

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[kaigarax]

Sunflower Memories

Tomioka Giyuu x Reader

Quote: "Fall in love with someone that's a constant in your life."

My Dearest,

I think heartbreak is more beautiful than love because I could never be sure if I truly loved you or just the idea of you. But I knew, without a hint of a doubt, that I was heartbroken. I think heartbreak is more beautiful than love because love is a hope and heartbreak is certainty.

Yours Truly

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Good Luck - Right Before Everything Went Wrong

You smile prettily as Sabito brushes a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

He whispers something that has you giggling in response.

Giyuu watches from a distance, something warm and uncomfortable stirring in his stomach.

Tomioka Giyuu had never really considered himself a jealous kind of person. Sure there were things that others had that he didn’t but overall he was happy. Well, as happy as someone who’s family had been murdered by demons could be.

And even when he did get jealous he always tried his best to push those feelings down and away. Afterall, those weren’t the good kind of feelings that anyone should be feeling in the first place.

As far as Giyuu could tell, he had it pretty good. A father figure teacher (Urokodaki Sensei) that looked out for him, a best friend (Sabito) that’s always been there to look out for him, and a third friend (you) to round out that trio. You were the only girl of the group but it wasn’t as if you always spent time with the three of them. Only there to get training from Urokodaki Sensei when your own teacher (your father) was out on a difficult mission.

After two years of grueling training Urokodaki Sensei had finally decided that he and Sabito were skilled enough to take the exam to become fully fledged demon slayers. You, who had been training just as hard as the two boys, would have to wait another year after you ended up spraining your ankle. It was unfortunate that he and Sabito wouldn’t get to take the exam with you but he was certain you’d do well. Perhaps even better without the two of them.

Giyuu chalks the hot and uncomfortable feeling in his stomach up to the jitters that happen right before the exam. Though, anyone that understood the parameters of the exam were likely to feel just as nervous as him.

You seem to have finished your conversation with Sabito as you hobble your way over to Giyuu, a halfway sorta smile on your lips that sends Giyuu’s heart into a tizzy of flutters and his stomach into a series of dramatic summersaults.

“Hi.” Giyuu says awkwardly.

“Hey,” you smile fully, “you ready?”

Giyuu swallows, his palms sweaty, “as ready as I’ll ever be.”

“You don’t seem very confident.” You tease.

Giyuu merely shrugs in response.

“Here.”

“Hm?”

You hold out a golden sunflower to Giyuu. It’s a pretty thing if not a little large. Giyuu, personally, has always preferred something a little more subtle but he supposes that he’ll accept this because it’s a gift from you.

His cheeks are flushed bright red, “a sunflower?”

You beam, “I heard they’re meant to bring good luck!”

“Hey!” Sabito shouts, cutting off Giyuu’s train of thought, “where are my flowers! And here I was thinking that I was your favourite~” Sabito’s quick to make his way over to you, wrapping his arm around your shoulder.

You roll your eyes as you gently scold Sabito.

Giyuu laughs softly in response.

Tomikoa Giyuu never really considered himself a jealous kind of person. But that was before everything had gone wrong and his life was tossed in despair.

He wonders if Sabito’s life would’ve gone better if he had been the one you’d given the sunflower to.

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Lasting Happiness - In the Midst of It

“Hey, Giyuu!” You grabbed his wrist before he could leave the room.

Giyuu sighed, anxious to get away from you but seeing no way out.

Giyuu felt bad when he ignored you (now more than ever) but he just couldn’t bear to look at you.

You especially weren’t making it any easier with all those doe eyes from across the room.

He’d done his best to avoid (and ignore) you for years so why was it now that he suddenly found himself forced to be in the same room as you.

“(L/n).”

Throughout the years Giyuu had caught glimpses of you but it’s been at least two years since he last had a proper conversation with you. And even then he hadn’t even been able to look you in the face, too ashamed of his actions to actually look at you.

But now, as you held tightly onto his wrist, he couldn’t help but look at you.

You’d grown into your features real nice, softening out in some places while sharpening in others. You were still you but… older. Giyuu supposes that he should have expected you to look older… that’s what happened to everyone.

He has to force himself to look away or risk breaking down and revealing all his headships to you immediately.

He did have to admit that you had gotten pretty. You’d always been pretty (jaw droppingly so) but the way that you had grown was almost unfair. No, it was unfair. How could it be fair for someone to be that pretty? Especially in a world like their own. Fate was cruel, though Giyuu supposes that if anyone were to be left at the mercy of fate then it should be him for how unfairly he had been treating you over the years.

A frown forms over your pretty features, “so that’s how it is, huh?”

He regrets his cold attitude the second the words leave his mouth, “no (Y/n), I-” He cuts himself off, unsure of what to say next.

You stare at him expectantly but eventually your gaze softens, “how have you been?”

Giyuu shrugs, “as well as I can be.”

“Grab a meal with me?”

Giyuu’s immediate instinct is to decline your proposal. To ignore you but in the end he sighs deeply and nods. He thinks that this, at the very least, is what you deserve after all the pain and suffering that you’ve been through.

He thinks that maybe this is okay for him too.

His heart doesn’t flutter dramatically the same way it used to.

“Fine.” Giyuu manages, “but make it something quick.”

Your frown breaks out into a smile and Giyuu can’t help but admire the expression on your face. You’re so much prettier with a smile than a frown. It makes him a little proud to think that he’s the reason behind such a bright and pretty look.

“Okay.”

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Unwavering Faith - When I Didn’t Understand You

Giyuu was usually a man of habit.

Always went to bed at the same time (unless he was on a mission), always made sure to brush his teeth and wash his face before using the toilet and finally ending the night with a shower before finally heading to bed and blowing the candle by his bedside out.

So colour him surprised (and awfully embarrassed) when he woke up on the floor of your room, shirtless and surrounded with sheets of paper that he certainly doesn’t remember reading over the night before.

You’re lying on the floor across from him, your fingers inches away from touching his own.

The fire burning in the fireplace of your room seems to have died at one point leaving behind a pathetic pile of burnt out rubble. It seems to have kept away the chill of the night for the most part considering that the two of you managed to spend the night on the floor though Giyuu thinks that also might be because of the food coma the two of you seemed to have eaten yourselves into.

He had told himself that he would only eat a little, for the sake of being polite (and Sabito), and then head out but you were much more convincing than Giyuu thought. It seemed that one thing only led to another until the two of you were now sitting across from one another sleeping and half asleep (fully asleep in your case) on the floor of your room.

At least the floor was comfortable.

Well as comfortable as a floor can be.

Giyuu’s still pretty sure that the two of you will be sore later on in the day. Even right now he’s feeling a little stiff. It reminds him of when the two of you were young kids staying out late to watch the stars and falling asleep outside.

Sabito was never never one to fall asleep while outside but you and Giyuu had fallen asleep outside more times than he could count. More times than Urokodaki Sensei could count, now that he thinks about it.

From this angle, the sunlight makes your face look soft.

It reminds Giyuu of back when everything was so much simpler. When everything was easier.

Your room is similar to his. The same size with a small bed tucked in the corner. Just a lot messier, though that was probably because of all the papers you had spewn across the room. Your room has a lot of personality to it too. He smiles softly when he spots a bouquet of sunflowers tucked in the corner of the room in a vase. The flowers are a little dead, which means they must have been here for a while now.

He bets one of the younger girls that wanders the premises had picked the flowers for you.

The idea that you still like sunflowers makes him smile.

Stiffly, Giyuu stretches before walking over to your bed and picking up the sheet before draping it over you. He had considered picking you up and carrying you onto your bed but knew he’d die of embarrassment if you woke up while he was carrying you.

---

Unconditional Love - At the End of Everything

“Hey.” You say casually, sliding into a seat beside Giyuu as he stares up at the sky above.

Giyuu blushes as you rest your head on his shoulder, answering you with a stiff, “hi.”

“What’re you looking at?”

“The stars.”

You flick Giyuu’s forehead, “come on Giyuu. You know what I meant.”

“Do I?” Giyuu feels a ghost of a smile from over the corners of his lips.

You pout, “and just when I thought we were getting somewhere you go and forget about all my favourite memories.”

“I’m part of your favourite memories?” Giyuu asks, his heart thumping dramatically.

And to think, he thought he’d managed to get over that fluttering that he always used to get around you.

He supposes some things never change.

Some of his favourite memories are with you too. Like that time where you followed a bird around, convinced that it had stolen your special hair pin (you later on found it in your bedsheets); or that time where Giyuu had forgotten to prep the vegetables for dinner and the two of you scrambled to make sure everything would be ready on time (you weren’t). For him, it was the little things that often went by unnoticed in mundane life.

And for you, it seems, the stars.

“Of course,” you hum softly, “you and the constellations.”

“Me and the constellations you can’t see.” Giyuu teases.

It feels right.

He feels like everything’s okay.

That it’s going to be okay.

He wishes he hadn’t been so stupid when he was young and had just spoken to you but he supposes that now is better than never. He knows for sure that Sabito would scold him. Call himself stupid for ignoring you (one of the most important people in his life) because of his own guilt.

“Hey! I can see the constellations now! It’s not my fault that I didn’t have the free time to learn all the fancy names of the stars in the sky like you.”

“But you have the time now?”

“I made the time to learn.”

Well, you were always good at learning new things. Especially when you put your mind to it. And Giyuu supposes that you did always like staring up at the stars when you were younger - but you never seemed to care all that much about the different names and shapes in the same way that Giyuu had.

You did always listen to him but he could tell that you’d rather be listening to something else.

So, to hear that you had taken the time out of your day to learn of course could only have prompted the (only) logical question of, “why?”

You blush slightly, “because I wanted to impress you.”

Giyuu swears his heart skips a beat like how it used to when the two of you were young.

He supposes that not everyone grows out of their childhood loves.

Fall in love with someone that’s a constant in your life.

---

Her: Don’t you want to know how much I love you?

[thedummysdummy]

Your new follower here 🙋🏻‍♀️I saw victor fluff headcanons on your page which I was craving for….wanna get some comfort 🥂📜

I hope you both are alright with me combining these requests. And also that I changed the premise juuuuust a little bit for personal comfort reasons. But here's what I've got!

A Hard Question

Leftover pudding? 

Such a thing was an obvious flag which Victor tucked away for now. When coupled with the droopy shoulders, the lack of eye contact, and the loss of luster in her eyes, the pudding with merely one bite taken out was not simply the result of an overindulgence at dinner time.

“So, how was work today?” Victor set down his own spoon and stared at his beloved over the slightly jiggling dessert before him. The girl didn’t really look up; instead, her dimmed eyes stared off into middle space without actually seeking any sight. Yet Victor waited patiently, his own dark pools glittering with warmth which he would gladly share if only she would gaze inside.

But she eventually just shrugged and poked the pudding with her spoon. “It was fine.”

“Good. I think I’m going to save the rest of my pudding for later and take a bath. When you’re finished, come join me.” He picked up his plate and carefully transferred the untouched dessert into a small container with a lid before placing it in the fridge and turning back to look at his girl. 

She hadn’t moved, or really even reacted to his declaration. Whatever train of thought had carried her away from him still had not returned to the station, it seemed. But rather than pry, Victor returned to the table long enough to give the girl a kiss on the forehead then turned toward the bedroom. His hands gripped the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head in a single motion, revealing the well-toned muscles beneath. They rippled pleasingly as he dropped the dirty shirt in the hamper and disappeared into the bedroom. 

Victor glanced out to see if his show had elicited any reaction, only for his eyebrows to furrow when it seemed she hadn’t even looked. Extra difficult crowd tonight, hm? Well, he had not come even close to the bottom of his bag of tricks yet. 

He slipped out of his pants and placed them on the bedroom chair, then proceeded into the bathroom in socks and boxers. His long fingers considered the many bottles of salts, oils, and bubble solutions that had accumulated in the corner cupboard, each one bringing back a memory of a smiling girl and her bright eyes. They finally settled on a delicate peach and rose bath oil. Victor brought the bottle to his nose and took a soft breath. This one reminded him of a peaceful summer day amidst the blooming fields of Austria where the couple had lain in the green grass and watched the clouds drift by. 

Soon the joyful sound of the water filling the tub mingled with the warmth of the steam it produced and the sweetness of the bath oil to create an atmosphere of peace and serenity. Victor watched the water level until it reached his liking before turning to see if the girl had joined him yet. 

A soft huff slipped from his lips to see an empty doorway. “I guess I’ll have to get her myself, then.” 

Victor exited the bedroom to find the girl exactly where he had left her. While the pudding had a few more wounds from the spoon’s edge piercing its outer surface, she hadn’t eaten any more nor had she returned to the world around her. 

“Apparently you’re just going to keep abusing your pudding rather than eating it, so I’m going to put it away.” Victor’s tone was stern and he picked up the plate, expecting at least a giggle. Or a twitch of her lips? Anything? Unfortunately his efforts were rewarded with exactly nothing. His own lips curled downward into a frown while he put away the pudding. While he usually preferred to allow his girl to open up in her own time, it was rare that she reached such a level of catatonic state as this. 

There was only one solution. 

Victor returned to the table and scooped the girl right out of her chair. He held her tightly against his warm, bare chest and carried her toward the bedroom. “I told you to join me in the bath when you were done with your dessert, and I meant it. You weren’t eating any more, so that means you are done. Get in here, dummy.” 

The girl tucked her cheek into the hollow of Victor’s shoulder and closed her eyes, at least seemingly content to take in the heat of his embrace. It was a start. He brought her to the bed and gently set her down, crouching at the bedside so he could look her in the eyes. “Are you going to undress yourself, or am I going to do it for you?” A bit of a staring contest ensued, with the girl finally cracking a bit of a smile and holding up her arms. 

“Childish,” Victor murmured, but willingly pulled the hem of her shirt over her head and unclasped her bra. The rest of her clothing met the same fate and soon Victor was stepping into the hot bath with the world in his arms. He lowered both of them into the water and extended his legs on either side of the girl. “Get over here.” 

He wrapped his arms around the girl and pulled her back against his chest, burying his face in her hair as the water pulled away any chill which might have been lingering on their skin. “Relax,” he whispered directly in her ear. Victor’s fingers began working their way into the girl’s collar, slow circles removing the tension from her neck and shoulders as the strong yet delicate hands explored her form. Little by little she relaxed into Victor until she was little more than a rag doll propped up by his body. “That’s better,” he again whispered, moving his hands up to massage her earlobes and tangle in her hair. 

“Sit up a little.” Victor shifted his weight and cupped his hands, dipped them in the water, and poured it carefully over the girl’s head. She instinctively lifted her chin and the water ran down over her hair. “There’s a good girl.” He repeated the process a few times until all her hair was wet, then reached for a bottle of shampoo placed on the edge of the tub. He poured a good amount of the shampoo into his palm, rubbed his hands together, and began working the foamy gel into her hair. 

She leaned into his hands when they reached and began to massage her scalp. Neither of them spoke; only the sound of the water splashing with their movements broke the comfortable silence. When the head massage was finished, Victor turned the girl around and lowered her to her back so he could more easily rinse the shampoo out of her hair. Her eyes remained closed as her dark hair floated around that face he so desperately loved. 

“Victor?” 

“Hm?” 

“What would you say if I told you I didn’t want to have children?” 

The question came from so far in left field that it took a few moments for Victor to process it. After another few moments of thinking, he shrugged. “I suppose I would say that I was surprised and that I was disappointed. But I would also say that I want you to be happy. Why?” 

“I figured that would be your response.” The girl fell silent for a few more moments, reaching out for Victor’s hands while her eyes again closed. “There have just been some very negative comments going around about women who don’t want to have children, and while I was pretty sure I knew what you would say, I still wanted to know for sure.” 

Victor sighed and pulled the girl up from the water. He wrapped his arms around her and she clung to him like an octopus. “Such comments don’t deserve a moment of your time,” he murmured, running his fingers through her hair. “Having children or not is the business of the couple and no one else. If you were to decide that you don’t want to have my babies, I would say that we definitely would need to be more careful…and that it doesn’t make you any more or less of a woman. It’s a stance which could end relationships because children are very important to some people, but I did not spend ten thousand years at the Space Time Bureau just to leave you over one difference in goals. And nobody else’s opinion of my dummy should matter, anyway.” He lifted the girl’s chin and firmly stole a kiss, drinking in her breath until the edges of his vision began to darken. 

She melted easily into his embrace as all the worries she carried dissolved into the bathwater. It was much easier to forget the negativity when the entire world was shut out by all that really mattered: Victor.

[howlingday]

Pokemon Au:

Since it's been a minute so in honor of the latest games of scarlet and violet new pokemon for the group. Took a few to think of good ones

Jaune: Charcadet

Ruby: Maschiff

Weiss: Hatenna

Nora: Tinkatink

Yang: Cyclizar

Ren: Nacli

Pyrrha: Axew

Blake: Croagunk

"Who's a good boy?! You are! You are~!" Ruby shook the Maschiff's head, making it difficult to maintain his scowling look. "Look at your chubby face~!"

Ruby's friend from Patch was leaving for another region and was unable to take their Maschiff, Trace, with them. So, Ruby happily took the scowling pup onto her team, and just like before, the Pokémon was an energetic delight for her.

"It's alright, Hatenna. You're okay." Weiss stroked the small Pokémon on her shoulder. "Just focus on my thoughts."

Winter recieved an egg as a reward for all the hard work she had done for Atlas. Unfortunately, the high stress work was noticably too much for the new Pokémon. Thus, Weiss was gifted this new Pokémon and tasked with training another wonderful Pokémon from her sister.

"Come on, guys! Keep up!" Yang shouted as she rode Rhodie, her new Cyclizar. "You're making yourselves look bad in front of the new girl!"

Yang helped bust a Pokémon smuggling ring and bonded to one of the Pokémon being hauled in. The police agreed that Yang seemed responsible enough to take care of this Pokémon, especially after successfully bonding to her so quickly.

"Hm. Perhaps we should try less beryl." Ren mused as he licked his finger. "Perhaps more quartz next time?"

Ren had won a cooking competition recently and was rewarded with a Nacli, whom Nora named Salty. Ren, since then, started experimenting the Rock Salt Pokémon, trying to figure out what minerals they preferred, and what flavor salt resulted from the meal.

"Just a little more! Keep going, Hally!" Pyrrha cheered as her Axew carved his tusks into the whetstone. "Go, Halberd! Go! Go!"

Pyrrha found this Pokémon while hiking close to the mountain. His mother killed by Grimm, Pyrrha took in the scared little Dragon-Type and promised to make him strong. Thankfully, Shelly had been most kind as to share a whetstone she wasn't using.

"I found you. Come out now." Blake pointed. With a croaking laugh, Toxic leapt from his hiding place. "That was too easy. Try again."

In the recent rainy season, Blake noticed she was being followed. Panicking she was found by the White Fang, she went on the offensive. With relief, what she found was an impressed Croagunk. He continued to following her until Blake relented and asked him to join her team. It would be great to have another strong Pokémon at her side.

"Isn't this great, Nora?" Jaune asked. "Now everybody has at least three Pokémon on their teams!"

"Yeah, coming from the guy with a full team already, that just sounds condescending." Nora shook her head, making Jaune pout.

[dialovers-translations]

Diabolik Lovers LOST EDEN ー Kou Ecstasy [Epilogue]

CHAPTER MASTERLIST

ー The scene starts in the Big Hall at Eden

Kou: ...Haah.

( Seems like everyone’s restless after all. )

( Makes sense. There might be a long battle waiting ahead of us after all. )

Reiji: This fight could last quite some time. You should be well prepared for that.

Subaru: ...I won’t deny that it was my fault that my Mother died. 

Still, it’s not like those Vibora go completely guilt-free either.

That’s why...I’ll definitely avenge her.

Kou: ...

Kino: Ahーah. I’m so bored. Say, can’t we tell funny stories or something?

Reiji: ...Haah. What are you acting so carefree for...?

Kino: I mean, it’s the Ghouls and the Familiars doing the actual fighting.

So we don’t really have anything to do until they actually make it over here, do we? 

Reiji: Well, you do have a point but...

Kino: It’s settled then! Come on, gather around, everyone!

ー The others walk up to them

Kou: ( I wonder what kind of story Kino-kun will tell? )

Kino: Once upon time, there was a certain family of noblesーー

Monologue

Kino-kun began to tell a tale of the past. 

A strange one...

yet it sent shivers down my spine. 

ーー Once upon a time.

there was a couple of nobles, 

who were blessed with a child despite already being of age,

the child which was born,

was a beautiful and adorable son,

with golden locks and blue eyes. 

The couple decided to give him the name ‘Emilio’,

and raised him with love and care.

However, their days of peace,

did not last very long. 

The area in which they lived,

became the ground for a fierce battle,

due to a certain individual’s actions. 

The boy was still very young at this time,

so the wealthy couple hired a wet nurse,

who would raise the boy.

While all of this went down,

the war escalated, as the couple saw themselves no other choice,

but to flee their country. 

However they could not run,

together with a small child.

With pain in their hearts,

they decided to entrust their son to his wet nurse.

However, the war only got worse.

In the end, the wet nurse felt like taking care of a small infant,

was simply too much trouble,

so she ended up dumping him somewhere ーー ...

Kino: ...Seems like the blonde boy lived quite the tragic life from that point onwards. 

A manhole baby, is that what you’d call him? Ahaha! Poor little thing!

Kou: ...

Ruki: ...Don’t tell me, is this boy you speak of Kou?

Azusa: Eh? It’s Kou...?

Yuma: ...Hold up, Ruki. That would be way too much of a dick move, don’t ya think...?

Kino: Fufu, you’re spot on, Ruki. 

Ruki: ...!

Azusa: H-Hey...Kino-san. What happened to the couple who ran away...?

Kino: Hmー ...Unfortunately they passed away. The train they were on got blown up from what I heard.

That being said, it turned out to have been a planned out attack rather than an unfortunate accident.

...Ah, actually. I know one more interesting story. 

ーー It was a certain someone who initiated said war. 

This man was a Demon, infamous for infiltrating the human world while taking on a different name and appearance...

...Hey, Emilio. Do you know who that could be? 

Kou: ーー !? 

( Why did Kino-kun choose to tell this story now...? )

( Why is he calling me Emilio in the first place? I’m not. This has nothing to do with me...! )

Leona: ...

*Cling* 

Leona: Your name is Emilio. And I am your mother.

The one who plotted the war ーー was Karlheinz.

Kou: ...Ah...

Leona: The man who cleverly worked his way into our community of nobles back when I was still alive and was a part of it as well.

That was none other than Karlheinz. I saw his face crystal clear...!

That face of his which screamed that he was non-human...!

Kou: ーー You’re lying!

He would never do such a thing! You’ve definitely got the wrong man!

Leona: Emilio, you mustn’t! Don’t let that man fool you!

Karlheinz was looking for humans to experiment on. That is why he needed their corpses. 

...Do you know why?

Kou: I don’t...How am I supposed to know...?

Leona: To create Ghouls like me, you see.

Kou: ...

Leona: After my death, my corpse was disposed at in Rotigenberg where the air is heavily polluted.

I am a former-human. I only became a Ghoul at a later point in my life.

Yuma: ...In other words, if this chick’s tellin’ the truth, we’ve been treatin’ the guy who caused all the misery in our lives as a dad?

Azusa: ...

Ruki: ...

Kou: ( No, there’s no way. That Ghoul is lying. )

( I mean, Karlheinz-sama would never do such a thing... )

Kou: You’re lying...Uu...

Ruki: ーー Calm down, Kou.

Kino, unfortunately, I do not intend to fall for your schemes.

Or rather, what are you hoping to achieve by playing with our emotions?

Reiji: ーー No, I believe he is telling the truth. 

With my very own eyes, I have seen reports of Father’s research on the polluted air of the Demon World, here in the research facility of Eden. 

Kino: Ahaha! As to be expected of Reiji! You’re quick to understand. ...Here!

ー Kino throws a bunch of papers at Kou

Kou: ...!?

Kino: Get it now? That guy was a scumbag, don’t you agree?

I’m pretty sure he abandoned me in Rotigenberg as part of this research project as well. 

Kou: ...Then.

Did he bring us to this castle...as a way to atone for his sins...?

Kino: Who knows? You four might have just been yet another one of his sacrifices.

Kou: ...

Kino: ...That being said. I believe it’s time to end this bastard’s bloodline. 

ー They are suddenly surrounded by Ghouls

Subaru: !? Whatcha playin’ at!?

Reiji: ...I see. This number of Ghouls...We’ve been set up.

Kino: Ahaha! Sorry! I used you to my own advantage~

By the way, all of the Ghouls gathered here were once humans.

They’re all victims of Karlheinz’ doings. They were forced to become Ghouls against their own will. 

ーー Ah, there might be a few people you know amongst them.

Especially for the Mukamis who were also once human.

Yuma: Ya bastard! What do ya mean!?

Ruki: Calm down, Yuma. Don’t play into his hands.

Yuma: ...Ugh...

Kino: Hey, Subaru. Can you fight those kinds of people?

*Cling*

*Splatter* 

Subaru: ーー Guah!?

ー Subaru collapses

Kou: Subaru-kun!

ー Kou rushes to his side

Kou: ( He was stabbed in the chest by a silver knife...!? )

A-Are you alright!? I’ll carry you to safety right away!

*Rustle* 

Subaru: Haah...Sorry...Guh...

Kou: Don’t talk! That’ll only make you lose more blood...!

Subaru: Haah...Hey, I’m beggin’ ya...Make it quick...Kuh. 

I’ll give you my dad’s powers so...Please use those to protect her...

Kou: What are you saying!? I can’t do that!

Subaru: ...But...I...

Kou: Oh come on! No more speaking!

*Rustle* 

Kou: ーー !

Subaru: Oi...What are you doin’...?

Kou: I’ll take you to her!

You should seek shelter there, as it’s the safest place!

I still have the key on me, you see...

Subaru: Guh...If you won’t kill me...then just leave me alone...

Kou: Oh shut up! Work with me here!

( ...Don’t worry. My brothers will clear the way for us. )

( I promise that I’ll save Subaru-kun! )

ー The scene shifts to the Chamber of Time

Yui: ( I can hear the sound of weapons clashing in the distance. )

( Oh no, I’m scared... )

...Kou-kun...

ー The door opens

*Creaaaak* 

Yui: ーー !?

Kou: ...Haah...

Yui: ...Kou-kun...? And Subaru-kun as well!?

( They’re both covered in blood!? I better tend to their wounds at once...! )

ー Yui runs up to them

Yui: Kou-kun, Subaru-kun, how...!?

Kou: Don’t worry, M-neko-chan. I’m not harmed.

Yui: Eh? ...Then this is all Subaru-kun’s blood...?

Subaru: Kuh...

Hey...I’m beggin’ you...Kill me...

Yui: S-Subaru-kun! Why would you say such a thing...!? 

Subaru: I’ve...inherited these powers...so I will recover from this injury with time...

However...The crimes my dad committed...will never fade.

Yui: Eh?

( What did I miss...? )

Kou: Hey, cut it out!

Let me tell you. You and Karlheinz-sama are two entirely different people!

Besides, it makes no sense for you to have to atone for what your dad did, just because you inherited his powers, don’t you think!?

Subaru: ...!

Kou: This whole story about my parents as well. I honestly don’t know just how much of it we can trust.

Even if you had to atone for his sins, this wouldn’t be the way to do it!

Subaru: ...

Yui: I agree. I don’t know what exactly happened while I wasn’t there but...

No matter what happened, I don’t think it should warrant you having to die, Subaru-kun.

Subaru: ...

Kou: If you want to atone for what he did, let’s end this fight? We have to defeat Kino-kun. 

Subaru: ...Yeah. Thanks...ーー

ー He loses consciousness

Yui: ーー Subaru-kun!?

Kou: Don’t worry. He’s just unconscious, that’s all.

...More importantly, I have to fill you in on what happened.

We have little time, so I’ll have to sum it up but hear me out.

*TIMESKIP*

Yui: No way...

( I thought the fighting I could hear outside was with the Vibora. )

( I would have never thought it’d be the Ghouls under the command of Kino-kun... )

( ...Also, there’s Kou-kun’s mother as well. )

Hey, Kou-kun. I want to ask you something. Please take me with you.

Kou: N-No way...! You might be in danger!?

Yui: Even so! I no longer want to wait here by myself...

Kou: Yui...

ー Subaru gets up

Subaru:  ーー Sounds good. ...You come with us.

Kou: Subaru-kun...You’re okay already...?

Subaru: Yeah. I’m not a weakling like you are.

...But, Yui.

I might not be able to protect you guys. Are you ready for that?

Yui: Yes. I’ll keep myself safe. 

Subaru: Hehe. Nice response.

Oi, Kou. You’re ‘kay with this too, right? 

Kou: ...Okay. I’m sure this will be the final battle, so let’s all go together.

Yui: Thank you...

Monologue

Perhaps it was due to our words of encouragement,

but Subaru-kun’s injuries,

healed at a surprisingly quick rate. 

He began to defeat the Ghouls,

one after the other.

The three of us dashed through Eden at lightning speed.

Towards that place,

where Kino-kun would await us ーー The World Tree

ー The scene shifts to the World Tree

Kou: ーー Ah, over there!

ー They run up to Kino

Kino: Fufu, I’ve been waiting for you. 

Subaru: ...Say, there’s somethin’ I don’t get.

I can sorta get why the Ghouls would resent that shitty Old Man and seek revenge. 

...But what about you?

Perhaps you simply hate all Vampires and want to kill us ‘cause we’re his sons.

But aren’t you also a Vampire and that guy’s son? 

Seems like someone has double standards, huh? 

Kino: I don’t see why I would need to answer that question.

Subaru: ...!

Kino: You don’t need to know. ーー Well then, here I come!

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

[prettypleaseinplnk]

hello my lovely bunny! <3

im so glad you enjoyed reading my last ask- i see it's made you so eager to hear from me again. don't worry, you've made me sooo so eager as well with how needy you sound :)

i love the fact that you have no idea who i am, i wish i could take advantage of that- just show up in the same aisle as you while you're out shopping, not being able to take my eyes off of you as my mind wanders, just wondering how easy it would be to grab you and take you home with me..

this time, i'd lay you on your back, place a bar between your legs to make sure you're spread completely open for me, and tie your hands to the headboard. i'd start softly drawing letters on your clit with the tip of my tongue, spelling out my name and forcing you to guess. i know how desperate you get, but i'd have so much fun watching you nearly cry from how badly you wish i'd just let you fall apart in my mouth. you'd only have a few chances to get it right, so pay close to attention...

but this wandering mind problem you have would make this hard for you, right baby? don't worry, i can fix that for you.. i could smack you, but i don't think my hand is enough- if im going to train you to only focus on the feeling of my tongue edging you to no end, i'll need to replace that pleasure with painful smacks on your already aching clit. aww, did that hurt, my bunny? maybe you can figure out how to pay better attention next time, hm? i'd keep denying you pleasure until you're just a perfect doll with no space in your pretty mind for a single thought. oh how embarrassing, did that sting on your pussy make you more wet? god, seeing you like this would drive me insane.. i'd need to get my fix before i let you finish..

i'd untie you, remove the bar from your legs, sit in a chair across from the bed, and make you crawl to me. you'd look like such a desperate little slut on your hands and knees for me- now let's see how deserving you are. come and taste me, baby- show me how worthy you are with that pretty little mouth of yours.. i can only imagine the needy little moans you'd make and how the vibration would feel on my pussy. i know you'd be so good for me. it wouldn't take long before i'm gripping your hair to push your face down, burying it in my pussy as my body tenses and i cum. you'd clean me up like such a good little bunny, right?

oh it seems like you're dripping all over the floor underneath you- how pathetic, getting all worked up like this from pleasing a stranger.. unfortunately for you my pretty little toy, i think i'd want to see just how long i can keep you yearning for release now.. hours? days? weeks? i know how badly you want to be broken, and im sure this would be a fun way to do it, at least on my end. torturing you would be my favorite, my bunny.

-🫧

Hello 🫧, I’m so glad to hear from you again, that last ask got me so desperate!

Oh how I would love for that to happen..I would love to be out somewhere minding my own business maybe getting groceries or browsing items in a clothing store when suddenly you come up behind me, maybe you’ll grab my hips? cover my mouth with your hand? Whisper into my ear that I know you, and that I was made for this, whilst my brain scrambles to understand and figure out who you are.

I’d love to have you tie me up so I am completely at your mercy, my legs spread open, unable to move and revealing my cunt to you, allowing you to see how wet I am already just from what little you’ve done to me. I think even just having me spread out like that is enough to make me a mindless little doll for you…

And giving me the honour of being between your legs? Wow… I promise I’d be such a good little bunny for you, I’d be so eager to make you feel wonderful and get you to cum>.< So eager to bury myself in your pussy that my face would get absolutely covered in your slick, getting all messy just to please you. Would love to feel your legs shake around me and your pretty cunt pulse as you cum on my tongue it would feel so good, get me so wet and drippy.. it sounds so lovely.

Xx bunny

[sapphirepastries]

A Cleric in a Twisted Wonderland (Octopath Traveler AU)

octopath hyperfixation go brrr i needed to write something and here it is xDDDD

--

Yuu stood there, frozen in place as she watched a fire cait set the room she was in ablaze. Her hands tightened around her staff. Suddenly waking up in an unfamiliar place with unfamiliar people had her head spinning.

Where was this Twisted Wonderland? It wasn't marked on any map of Solistia she's seen.

A familiar voice spoke up amongst the chaos.

"Leave it to me, Headmaster Crowley!"

One of the hooded boys in the crowd stood up, heeding Crowley's order to get the fire cait under control. He may have been wearing a hood, but Yuu knew that charismatic voice anywhere.

"A-Azul...?"

What was he doing here, wearing that strange robe in this strange place? The last time she saw him, he and the rest of the travelers had all just settled in for the night in their camp. Did he know what was going on?

One by one, she could hear familiar voices within the crowd.

Riddle, Leona, Kalim, Vil, Idia.

Idia's voice seemed to be coming from some strange, flat metal tablet. She couldn't make out Malleus' voice, unfortunately. Was he not here along with the others?

Riddle and Azul had taken care of the fire cait and it was soon kicked out. She felt a little sorry for it, but was too focused on trying to get to her friends.

"You guys--"

"Now, young lady, while that raccoon wasn't your familiar, you can't bring your own magical weapons to the campus! Not only is it not allowed on campus, but I am very sure it isn't legal! Students of Night Raven College are only allowed to wield magical pens."

Crowley held out a hand, indicating for her to give her staff to him. She hugged it closer to her.

"S-Sir, this staff was given to me by the pontiff of the church. Besides, I think there is a big misunderstanding here! I am not enrolled in any school, I'm a cleric of the Order of the Sacred Flame!" she cried.

"Order of the...Yuu, this is no time for games," Crowley reprimanded her.

"Whoa, is this girl roleplaying a cleric irl?" Idia wondered. "Heeh, not only is she one of the rare girl students, but she roleplays irl, too."

"Hmph, whatever she's doing, she has already broken the rules," Riddle huffed.

"Hm...it's strange though," Azul said. "You did hear what the Dark Mirror said, right? That she had no magic and yet there was some strange power in her."

Leona crossed his arms. "....."

Vil tapped a finger on his chin. "I wonder what the headmaster will do."

Crowley sighed and shook his head. "Students, please head to your dorms."

Yuu furrowed her brows in concern as she saw her friends give her a curious look before heading out of the room. Did they not know it was her? She knows her hood is down, so they should've known it was her standing in front of them.

With the students gone, Crowley put his hands on his hips.

"Now, young lady, you are to hand over that staff. I will hand it over to the proper authorities after I get you sent back home," he said.

"Proper authorities...? Sir, I am an authorized cleric from the church. Staves are vital for us to help heal the people and for combat defense," Yuu argued.

"Heal...? You know healing spells?" Crowley asked, surprised.

"Of course," she replied. "As a cleric, I must train my healing magic in order to look after people."

Crowley put a hand on his chin. "You know healing magic at such a young age? Incredible...!"

Despite the situation, Yuu puffed up her chest proudly. All her training was worth it if she could help ease people's pain.

"In any case, please don't take my staff from me. Instead, please tell me where I am. I still don't understand how I came to be here. I have never heard of this Twisted Wonderland anywhere in Solistia," she said.

"Solistia? Now that's a place I haven't heard of before," Crowley said.

Both of them looked at the other in confusion, with Crowley suddenly having a bad feeling about this. He turned to the Dark Mirror.

"Dark Mirror, please send Yuu back to Solistia!" he chanted.

The mask in the mirror remained unresponsive. Crowley opened his mouth to repeat himself when the mask spoke.

"It does not exist."

Suddenly, Yuu felt a sinking feeling in her stomach.

"What? How can that be?!" Crowley cried.

"H-How...but I was just there with my friends! They were also brought here!"

Crowley whipped around to her. "What?"

"I saw them! I saw Riddle, Leona, Azul, Kalim, and Vil, but I don't know where Idia and Malleus are. I did hear Idia's voice from some strange device, but I didn't see Malleus anywhere."

Crowley's eyes nearly bugged out behind his mask.

Did she just say Malleus' name so casually?! Not only that, she knew every dorm leader's name! What was going on here?

Yuu felt faint, putting a hand on her forehead as she used her staff to support herself.

"Oh, Aelfric, please have mercy."

"....Yuu, exactly who are you?" Crowley asked.

She looked up at him.

"I am Yuu Ishikawa. As I said, I'm a cleric of the Order of the Sacred Flame, who worships Aelfric the Flamebringer. I'm on an important journey with seven friends of mine."