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jazzthatonewriterchick · 1 year

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All Up In Your Mind (Dom!Shinso x sub!Black!Reader 18+ One Shot)

"I'm just tryin' to figure out how I'm gonna make you cum tonight."

Pairing: Dom!Shinsho Hitoshi x sub!Black!Reader

Synopsis: In which you decide to use Hitoshi’s quirk to your advantage when things get tough in your life and you just need a bit of release. Lucky for you, Hitoshi is an understanding and generous guy, but what happens when he starts to get sick of trying to understand why you put up that wall between them even though you’re visiting him every weekend?

Warnings: Smutty Smut; 18+ (MINORS GO AWAY); FWBs to Lovers; Consensual Hypnosis/Brainwashing; Dubcon; Hurt/Comfort; Dumbification; Mutual Oral; Forced Orgasms; Facefucking; Shibari w/ Hitoshi’s scarves; Suspension; Edge Play; Biting; Pussy Spanks/Spanking; Mild Degradation; Praise Kink; Mild DDLG/BDSM Play; Choking; Breeding Kink; Hitoshi Making You Into His Brainless Slut; MULTIPLE Positions; MULTIPLE Orgasms for Reader; Unprotected Sex; Sub Drop; Aftercare

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Writer’s Note: Yo. My fingers fucking HURT writing this shit. But that's what I get for getting excited writing smut lol I hope y'all like this one though! Thank you so much for the love! -Jazz

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It was a dark, cold, windy night.

The streets were empty and slick, the air frigid, and the rain soaking your umbrella as you stood outside of the one place you knew you shouldn’t have been that night. It was the perfect night for anyone to stay inside the warm, secure four walls of their homes, eating takeout and cuddling up on the couch for a movie or a nap.

Unfortunately for you, you weren’t “everybody”. And the person whose apartment you stood at that late night knew that. That’s why they left the door open for you when you arrived, so you simply pushed it open. Of course, you made sure to tell them beforehand you’d be visiting…at 9 PM on a random weeknight.

But he didn’t ask questions nor did he protest or refuse your surprise visit. That’s two of the things you liked about him: he didn’t make a fuss and he didn’t ask because he didn’t care.

After getting into the building and to his floor, you stepped into the warm, dimly-lit apartment immediately, leaving your wet umbrella to dry by the door.

He had a nice home: mute gray walls and furniture with yellow and black throw pillows for decoration in the living room; a dining area with a large redwood table and chairs; a marbled kitchen with a mini-bar, an island, and Stirling steel appliances; a private training room across from the living room that was currently closed, the doors locked. Upstairs were his bedroom, study, and a few other rooms you knew were guest rooms.

It was very hospitable and cozy-like despite his cool, dark demeanor and look. He knew he had a very intimidating aura to him, especially with his quirk and that blank look that was constantly on his face.

And then there were his eyes: those violet orbs that seemed to stare into you when you first met him, inspecting you, drilling you, examining your every move. He seemed to know your past, present, and future with just one look as he trailed over your form across the bar three months ago when you first met. It frightened you yet thrilled you all at the same time. How wrong you were taking him up on his offer for dinner when he slipped you his number after hours of conversation and heated flirting.

Which is what got you here now, two months later. “Hello?” you called into the empty living room. You looked around the corner, staring into the darkened dining room and kitchen. The scent of lavender was all around you, making you feel calm and uneasy all at the same time.

“Hello?” you called again. Only silence answered you. You rubbed your arm nervously. Maybe he was trying to play a trick on you, jump out and scare you like the Boogeyman he was. “Shinso?” you called again, this time up the winding, polished wooden staircase. “You here?”

“Hold up!” His deep, raspy, and very effective voice rang out from upstairs. You sighed in relief, glad this wasn’t a prank.

You decide to sit on the couch as you wait for him to finish up with whatever he was doing. Finally, after you finished touching up your hair and gloss in your phone camera, the man of the hour comes bounding down the steps. You’d always been taken by his appearance, but now that you hadn’t seen him in two weeks, you were even more enraptured by him.

He was a nice-looking guy, and the dark circles under his eyes didn’t take away the fact that he was fine as hell. His undercut hairstyle fit his face well and seemed to make the tuffets of lilac-purple hair look soft to the touch.

He was very tall–about six foot something–and had a nice, slim build but still had enough muscle power to move the way he did during missions. As the underground pro-hero Mindjack, it was important. He had the muscles to prove it, and you’ve felt them for yourself. Just thinking about the impressive ripple of abs and pectorals hiding under his clothes made your mouth water.

He had on a black muscle tee and sweats that you gratefully and unabashedly eyed, your eyes going straight to his groin to get a look at the dick print. The man was packing. They always said big feet were indications–and shit, did Hitoshi have some big ass feet.

Not to mention his hands-so big, veiny, and tattooed. His finger ink was one of your favorite parts about him. You loved how they looked in your mouth whenever he slid them between your lips while he was balls-deep in your–

“Sorry,” he apologized. “Was finishin’ up a call. Denki said the power downtown went out and a bunch of cable towers fell, so he went to help.” He leaned against the banister, one foot kicked up to cross over his ankle. “Wasn’t the work of a villain or nothin’.”

You nodded, sitting rigidly on the couch with your thighs clamped together tight. “That’s good to hear.” Your voice was breathy and soft; an indication of your nervousness and shyness. You felt weird sitting here after not being here for so long, especially under Hitoshi’s ever-so-intense gaze.

You suddenly regretted wearing the clothes you picked out for tonight: a nice low-cut blouse that showed off the mere outline of your bra cubs and jeans that hugged your ass just right. Though you wore a jacket underneath them, you felt like Hitoshi could see right through it. Could see right through you.

“Want a drink?” he asked, crossing his tatted arms over his broad chest. “Water? Wine?” You looked at him from across the room. He didn’t come near you. He stayed promptly posted to the banister, giving you space. “You know what I like,” you replied.

He nodded once. “Wine it is then. I’ve got Moscato in there.” He walked himself into his kitchen on his long legs, making wide strides as he did. Once he was out of earshot and rummaging around in his kitchen, you sat back against the pillows and relaxed, now alone with your thoughts.

‘Da fuck are you doing?’ you thought. ‘You need to go home. Now.’

You knew that, logically, you’d regret this visit. You hadn’t seen the man in two weeks and the last time you were there didn’t end too well. He was too pushy and pried too much, which you told him as you hurried to put on your clothes despite your body aching and cutting aftercare short.

“All I’m askin’ you is why you’re always here when you don’t even stay,” Hitoshi had scoffed, scowling at you from his bedside. He was still naked, coated in sweat. The long third arm that swayed between his muscled thighs was flaccid.

“You know why,” you huffed as you pulled your panties up over your thighs still dripping with cum. Usually, Hitoshi would get the rag and wipe you down, also give you a nice oil massage to work out the aches of the binds on your wrists and having your body twist this way and that. But not tonight.

“Yeah, I know why,” he replied curtly. “That’s why I’m askin’. You’re here more than you’re at your own place–”

“That’s not true!” you protested, whipping around to glare at him.

“–and you go out of your way to always be here,” he continues. “Always fuckin’ up my plans to have your way because you had a bad day.” He scoffs to himself, shaking his head. “We’ve been doin’ this shit for three months, and yet you’re so afraid to open up to me and–”

“And what?” you snap, flinging a pillow at him. He catches it with one hand. “And what?” you repeat, louder and angrier now. How dare he put you on blast like this?

“Why do I have to tell you why I like you using your quirk and controlling my body? You already know what my pussy feels like, Shinso. Isn’t that being open enough?”

Hitoshi didn’t like that. His eyes flared with irritation, making your stomach flip. He inhaled deeply through his nostrils, trying to calm himself down before he flipped his shit. “And maybe I’m askin’ you because I wanna get to fuckin’ know you. Maybe I’m tired of this FWB shit.”

Your eyes widened and your entire body froze as his words washed over you. He never moved from his seat. He only stared at you, assessing you, wondering what you’d do next. You were hoping this wouldn’t happen: that he’d begin to grow feelings for you…and you for him. But you’d never tell him that. You couldn’t because that’d be opening a new door that you weren’t ready for.

Hitoshi looked at you with those pleading eyes. Those eyes that have seemed to crawl into your dreams and haunt you. “I want more with you, Y/N,” he said calmly, your name sounding like sugar on his lips.

You ran your hands through your hair, frustrated. You had decided to embark on this friends-with-benefits type thing with Hitoshi for a reason: to not feel or think (hence using his quirk to your advantage).

To not make things complicated like relationships always seemed to be for you. To indulge in the pleasures of sex without being in love or caring for one another…well, that second part wasn’t true. And you knew it.

You cared deeply about Hitoshi, and you hated it. Why couldn’t things ever work out for you? Why did everything have to be so damn complicated all the time? “Shinsho, I can’t,” you firmly stated. “I told you before: I don’t want a relationship. I don’t wanna be your girlfriend or your sub or whatever you want from me. I thought you’d respect that.”

“You’re talkin’ about respect?” he cackled, the sound icky to you. “You hit me up at all hours of the night, no matter if it’s fuckin’ 2 AM on a weeknight, come over to my house, and then leave once you use me up, and wanna talk about respect?”

“I’m not using you!” you shouted, tears flaring in your eyes.

He didn’t budge. “Really?” he asked, fixing you with an accusatory stare. “But even knowing this, I never judged you. And I’ll never judge you, Y/N. I told you: it ain’t my style. But…”

He sighed, running his hands through his purple hair. “But I can’t keep BSing myself like this. If I’m to take your body and your mind like that every time we have sex, I need us to be closer.”

He stood up from his seat and you moved towards the door, backing away from him. He looked hurt by this. “Look, I’m sorry, okay?” you huffed, quickly moving to collect your shit from his bedroom floor. “Maybe we just need a break from this or something so we can figure shit out.”

Words flew out of your mouth to try and soothe the situation as you threw on your clothes one by one. “And you’re a great guy, Shinso. You’re sexy, funny, and real. You’ll find someone who can really take care of you.” You walked towards the door, but as your hand went for the knob, you turned to stare at him. His hurt gaze made you want to stay, but your pride stopped you. “Just not me,” you whispered, and then you were gone.

You were sure you’d broken his heart. You were so sure he’d refuse to see you when you texted him tonight. But surprisingly, he agreed and now here you were. And there he was with two chilled glasses and a bottle of Moscato. You watched as he poured you a glass and then handed it to you. “Thanks.”

He nodded and proceeded to sit next to you. The cushion dipped from his weight. He sat at a good distance from you, one arm slung over the back of the couch and his legs stretched out. “You cold?” he asked, noticing the goose pimples on your skin. “I’ve got a blanket too.”

You shook your head. If only he knew those chills were from him. A few seconds of tense silence settled between you as you sipped your wine and tried to think of things to say. “Sooo wanna tell me what you’re doin’ here on such a lovely night?” he asked sarcastically. “You weren’t too specific in your texts. I’m suspecting it’s pretty important for you comin’ over here in such weather.”

He looked at you as he sipped his wine, one foot kicked up on his knee. He sat casually and loosely, acting as if you were just two friends hanging out. But that couldn’t have been farther from the truth.

“I said I needed to talk,” you replied, but it sounded like bullshit even in text.

“And do you?” he pushed, raising his pierced eyebrow at you.

You held his gaze though you just wanted to look away. The truth was you needed him. All of him. You wanted to know for a fact that you were doing the right thing by asking him if the option to be more was still on time because goddammit, you hated life without him.

Those two weeks were hell for you. Not just because of the lack of amazing, other-worldly sex, but because you didn’t have him as a pick-me-up. Even a text from him throughout the day was enough to get you through work or dinner with the parents where your mom would drill you about not being engaged yet.

And more than anything, you missed him. You missed being near him, beside him, under him. You wanted to hide in his apartment, in his bed, forever. You felt safe with him, even when you gave him the control you were seeking in your life in every scene you two had together. In the four walls of his bedroom and in his arms, you felt at home.

But how the fuck could you tell him that? You couldn’t. And you wouldn’t. You were here for just one last time. You knew logically that this would end badly, so why not stop it before it goes completely to shit?

Hitoshi stared at you now, a smirk toying on his lips. “C’mon now, Y/N. We both know you never talk when you’re here…at least in the way you’re speakin’ of.” You flushed under your jacket, feeling embarrassed under his teasing yet hot and bothered by it.

He tilted his head to the side, looking sexier than ever. “Whatchu want?” he asked softly, his voice a deep rumble. You swallowed the lump in your throat as your pussy clenched involuntarily at his words. “You know what I want,” you say barely above a whisper.

Hitoshi sat up straighter and put his glass to the side. “I wanna hear you say it though,” he said, his voice dipping into very dangerous territory. “You know me by now, baby: I’m a fuckin’ asshole.” You looked away from him to avoid melting under his hot gaze, sipping your wine. “That, you are,” you murmured into your glass.

Hitoshi chuckled at your mouthy response. “And from what I recall from your last visit,” he continued, “and our last conversation, you said you wanted to take a break from this because it made you feel too ‘open’.”

You simmered under your jacket, slightly irked at his way of knowing you inside and out. “I had a shitty two weeks, okay?” you blurted out. “Work is stressing me out, my mom keeps pestering me about not havin’ a man, my money ain’t right, I’m tired of dealing with people day in and day out…”

You sighed, turning to face him and your truth. “I needed you, okay?” you confessed. You cringed slightly at the neediness in your tone, but dammit, you needed him to understand.

“I want you, Shinso,” you say softly–a confession. His eyes suddenly flashed with something, but you couldn’t identify it too well. “Don’t you want me, too?”

You placed your glass on the coffee table in front of you and peeled your jacket off of your body. Hitoshi watched you, never looking away from your face. And never touching you. At this point, you’d be in his arms and naked, but he never even reached a hand out for you. You bit your lip harshly, feeling dumb. “Do you want me to leave?” you asked.

He glared at you, irritation on his face. “You know I fuckin’ don’t.” Now, you were irritated too. Why was he playing you like this? “Then what’s the problem?” you asked curtly. “You’ve never had an issue with this before, so why now?”

Hitoshi’s eyes trailed over you, but not in a sexual manner. He was analyzing you, peeling you apart. Quickly, he stood and startled you with how fast he was. You watched silently as he walked to the window overlooking the city below. The rain outside pitter-pattered against the roof and dripped down the windows.

He stood with his back to you, watching the rain fall. “What are we, Y/N?” he asked, sounding oh-so sad. You blinked at him, not expecting this question. “Sorry?”

“I said what are we?” he asked once more. He turned to you and looked pained. It hurt you to see him hurt. “We’ve been doin’ this dance for three months now. You come over here, I fuck you, you go home, we flirt, we laugh, we joke, act like we’re not fucking in public but in private, it’s something totally different.”

You shrugged your shoulders despite yourself. “Easy: we’re fuckbuddies.”

“Naw,” Hitoshi replied, shaking his head. “Fuckbuddies don’t laugh and joke. They don’t feed each other off the plate or know about each others' lives like that. They don’t even cuddle. We’re way past fuckbuddies and you know it, so why are you so afraid of whatever this could be?”

“You’re talkin’ crazy,” you scoffed though you knew he was right. “When we agreed to do this, I specifically told you I want no strings attached. No feelings. Just sex.”

“But this isn’t just sex, Y/N,” Hitoshi protested. “I’m using my quirk on you. I’m brainwashing you. And we’re indulging in BDSM-type play.” “You’re okay with all that but me asking you questions about you is too much?” He squinted at you accusingly.

Your body felt hot with shame and embarrassment. Fuck, he was right, about all of it. But your pride wouldn’t let you give in that easily.

“Because there are no questions in this, Shinso!” you snapped, standing up too. “It’s bad enough I’m asking you to brainwash me, tie me up, and fuck me without a driver at the wheel. I don’t need you to ask questions or try to dig deeper to make this into something it won’t ever be.”

Hitoshi started at you blankly and that pissed you off even more. “I don’t come here for that shit,” you hiss. “I come here to get my release and my nut. That’s it! You don’t need to know why I come to you to feel good or why I like being brainwashed and used. That’s none of your business.”

“It is if I’m the one doin’ it,” he grumbles.

“What the fuck do you want from me?!” you bellow, startling yourself. But Hitoshi barely even blinked. For a while, the two of you stood there in silence, Hitoshi’s living room now a battlefield.

You take a moment to compose yourself. Now you really knew tonight had to be the last time. “I told you before that I’m not ready for another romantic relationship, and you understood that,” you huff. “So if you want this to stop, just tell me now so I don’t waste my time.”

Hitoshi didn’t say anything. He kept his lips clamped, eyes trained on you. “I’m here because only you can make me stop stressing for a moment,” you confessed. “Only you can make me feel so good. So good I forget me for a while.”

You stepped closer to him, eyes locked with his. “Just help me forget me tonight, Shinso,” you softly pled. “That’s all I ask. And if you don’t want this, say it now and I’ll–”

He cut you off with a chuckle, shaking his head at you. “Who said anything about me not wanting this?” he asked. Suddenly, his hand was trailing down your arm, sending chills in his wake. “That’s not the problem right now, doll. I'm just tryin' to figure out how I'm gonna make you cum tonight."

At that moment, all of the tension in the air vanished. Now all that was left was the lust and need you were both feeling. Your walls vanished as you threw yourself at him, going to wrap your arms around him and kiss those lips you’ve been dreaming about.

Hitoshi stopped you by taking your wrists and pushing you down onto the couch. You fell onto your back with a gasp, but before you could process what just happened, he was on top of you and kissing you silly. His kiss wasn’t nice–it was desperate; thirsty; rough. He gripped your chin as he hovered over you, one hand placed above your head to hold himself up as his lips bruised yours. His stubble tickled your chin, imagining him giving you rugburn in the right places.

You moaned into the kiss, giving him a chance to slip his tongue into your mouth. He tasted of the Moscato and mint gum–something he chewed whenever he was bored or stressed to keep himself occupied. You never forgot this little fact. So many little facts and quirks about him lived in your head rent-free. You wanted to tell him that too.

But not yet. Not right now. You went to grasp his shoulders, but he stopped you by taking your wrists and pinning them above your head. His lips left yours and he proceeded to kiss you all over: your neck, across your jawline, your collarbone, and chest. His kisses were intoxicating, each one a drug to you. You moaned and writhed against his iron grip, your eyes fluttering closed. How you had missed this. “‘Toshi,” you whispered. “Please.”

“Please what, doll?” he murmured against your skin. “You want something, you gotta ask me.” His lips trailed back up to your neck to nibble the tender flesh there, and then give you a bite. You gasped as his teeth nicked you, the sharp pain sending sparks of pleasure into your core. He did the same thing again to another place on your neck, sucking gently on the skin. No doubt he was giving you hickeys as punishment.

You found your voice despite the arousal you felt that was quickly overtaking you. “C-Can you…” You licked your lips, trying again: “Can you take me upstairs?” you coherently asked. He looked at you from between the valley of your breasts, and you realized just then one of his hands was crawling up your blouse.

“Please, sir?” you asked, putting on your best breathy, soft, 'fuck me' voice that you knew drove him insane.

He grinned at you, the sight of it too beautiful for words. “That’s my good girl,” he cooed. “Of course, I can, gorgeous.” He leaned over to peck you on the lips. The kiss was so wet that a string of saliva stuck between your lips as he pulled away. “Lemme just take care of the wine and I’ll meet you upstairs. You know what to do, right?”

You nodded. “Yes, sir, I do.” Because you did. The very first night he brought you into his bedroom (which was your first “date” that he insisted on taking you on), he made the rules very clear:

Whenever you come into his bedroom, you’re to be naked and on your knees waiting for him by the bed with your hands flat on your lap and head down.

Always answer when asked a question.

When a scene is in place, always call Hitoshi “sir”, “daddy”, or whatever he sees fit (he usually loves being called “sir” or “daddy”)

Never ever forget the traffic light system or a safe word.

Finally, never ever cum without his permission. If you do, there will be consequences, usually either being edged to the point of tears or denied an orgasm if you don’t apologize.

Hitoshi nodded at you, happy with your obedience. “Good girl. Now get that ass upstairs and you’d better be naked by the time I get up there.” You nodded and he let you get up but gave you a smack on your ass as you lept upstairs, biting back a smile as you did.

He left you alone to your own devices for about ten minutes, giving you more than enough time to get ready. You slipped into his bedroom and breathed in the scent of vanilla and lavender that you’d grown to love so much. The bed he had was one of those king-sized ones covered in a black comforter and plush pillows. It came with four poles that served as bedposts protruding from the floor and nearly reaching the ceiling, giving the bed an almost medieval feel.

The lamp on his nightstand lit the bedroom up in a warm glow, accompanying you as you stripped. You took off your blouse and pants; your bra and panties; and your shoes and socks. Not one article of clothing was left on you. Hitoshi liked you completely bare.

You then folded all of the clothes up on the chair near his gaming desk that sat near the door. Then you walked over to the bed and knelt on the soft carpeted floor near it, hands flat on your thighs. But you didn’t look down yet. Instead, you looked up. High above the bed was a large, oval-shaped mirror stuck to the ceiling, one that you’d watched Hitoshi fuck you in many times. And you’d watch him do it again.

You suddenly heard his footsteps and your heart began to tremble. Quickly, you ducked your head down, now staring down at your hands on your thighs. Hitoshi came into the room and closed the door behind him. You heard the door click shut and his bare feet against the carpet. You didn’t look up, even as he stood in front of you. All you saw were his big feet and the legs of his sweats.

He knelt down to your height so he was level with you and tilted your chin up to look at him. He was now shirtless; all bare skin and muscles you wanted to touch. “So,” he purred, his voice deep and raspy. “my little kitty wants to play tonight with me, hm?”

The pet name made your pussy clench. “Yes, sir,” you softly answered. “And maybe use your scarves this time to tie me up.”

Hitoshi’s eyes widened an inch at your request. He’d always used either rope or satin ties to tie you up if not handcuffs to lock you to the bedpost. This was the first time you’d asked him to use his own scarves for a scene, but you’d wanted it for a long time. It seemed more personal and more intimate to you than using rope or ties. “Fuck, you’re freaky,” he chuckled, “but I knew that when I met you.”

He put his hands out for you and you took them, allowing him to help you stand. “Fine then; we’ll have it your way. But you know seein’ you tied up so nice in my scarves is gonna make me so hard, right?” His eyes darkened with lust and anticipation.

You felt the same. You could feel yourself shivering impatiently, wanting to get to the part where he ties you up, brainwashes you, and fucks you stupid already. “Yes, sir.”

He raised his pierced brow. “And what will happen when my dick gets hard for you? You’ve gotta take responsibility, don’t you?” He took your hand and placed it on his groin where he felt his very hard, very thick dick in his sweatpants. Your mouth fell open at the feeling of your hand wrapped around him. “Y-Yes, sir,” you softly stuttered.

He smiled sweetly and kissed you once. “Up you go, then.” He chuckled at your squeak of surprise as he scooped you up into his strong arms, holding you close to his chest. You felt small and safe in his arms and allowed yourself to relax as he walked you over to the bed.

He placed you down gingerly before going to the drawers in the tall dresser on the left of his bed. Those were his goodies drawers. He had every single toy and tool in there related to sex or BDSM: rope and ties; blindfolds and cuffs; floggers and whips; nipple clamps; dildos and vibes; you name ‘em. Every time he went into a drawer, you felt pure excitement for what was to come, not knowing what it would be.

You watched as he dipped his hand into the drawer at the top and pulled something out. When he turned to you, he showed you the goody: his scarves. Excitement, anticipation, and a twinge of nervousness filled your gut. He came to the side of the bed, staring down at you. “Tell me your lights.”

The traffic light system. “Green, yellow, and red,” you answered clearly. "Green means I'm good, yellow means slow down, and red means stop."

He grinned with pride. “Glad you ain’t forget.” He bent down to kiss you before taking one of your wrists. “I’m gonna tie your wrists and ankles for now. Then we can move onto shibari and suspension later on if you want.” He then got on top of you, straddling you. “Is this what you want, baby?”

You looked from his lust-filled gaze to his toned stomach, pecs, and dick print right in your face. “Yes, sir,” you answered, genuine and wanton. You placed a hand on his stomach, loving the way your skin tones contrasted and how your dark nail polish looked against his warm skin. “Please tie me up with your scarves.”

Hitoshi growled low in his throat, lust overtaking him. He wasted no time tying your wrist to one of the bedposts with his scarf. He worked quickly and expertly, tying the knot enough so you weren’t in pain but you weren’t getting out either. “Good?” he asked. You nodded and he went on to the next. He did this until he finished tying your ankles to the bedposts below.

And then there you were: naked and played out like a dessert plate. And Hitoshi was looking at you like one. “You look so fuckin’ good,” he hummed appreciatively. He swooped down to kiss your lips and then nuzzled your breasts, pressing a kiss to each hardened peak of your nipple. You bite your lip at the sensations as he trailed down to your tummy, his hands caressing your sides gently. “Like my perfect lil’ doll,” he cooed against your stomach. “Not quite yet though. Haven’t prepped you yet.”

You shivered when he said the word “prepped”. That usually meant making you cum your brains out before he proceeded to use his quirk on you. You waited patiently (though you didn’t really have a choice) as Hitoshi went to grab your favorite kind of lube–made with a hint of aloe vera, strawberry-flavored, and warmed with physical touch.

He then walked back over and knelt between your thighs, his violet eyes locked with yours as he squirted some of the lube onto his fingers. He then reached down and began to slowly slide his fingers over your pussy lips and clit, never dipping inside you. It quickly drove you insane. His feather-light touch against the most sensitive part of you had your toes curling and your eyes fluttering closed.

Hitoshi always took his sweet time pleasing you, mostly because he loved seeing you come undone. And you knew he did. “Like that, kitty?” he asked, eyeing you from between the V of your thighs.

He then slid his fingers between your pussy lips and your mouth fell open. “Uh-huh,” you moaned out, unable to form the words to speak as the pleasure increased.

Hitoshi played with your pussy for a while until neither one of you could tell the difference between the lube and your juices anymore. You were ready. Slowly, he dove in to enjoy his meal, tongue out and ready to indulge in your taste. As soon as his hot, wet mouth and lips wrapped around your clit, you were throwing your head back and pulling against your restraints. “Fuck,” you softly moaned to the ceiling.

Hitoshi took that as his cue to keep going, lapping at your pussy like a starving man. He alternated between short flicks of his tongue and long strokes with the flattest part of his tongue that he knew exactly how to work. He moaned as he did it, the lewd sounds making you gush even more around his mouth. “You taste so fuckin’ good, kitty,” he groaned into your pussy. “Could stay between your legs for days and never get tired.”

You whimpered at his words, still pulling at the rope ties. He slid his hands underneath your ass to angle your hips up before slowly sliding his index finger inside the wet depths of your pussy. You moaned his name and threw your head back as he began to stroke in and out of you, angling up to rub his palm against your clit. After some stimulation with one finger, he added another.

You bucked and writhed, moaned, and whined at the pleasurable feeling of him fingerfucking your cunt. How you had missed this feeling. Especially when you felt that familiar of an orgasm begin to rise in your core. It only got stronger when Hitoshi wrapped his lips around your clit again as he fingerfucked you, gradually going faster. “‘Toshi!” you mewed, writhing in his grasp. “‘Toshi, p-please let me cum! Please!”

“Not until you say you’re sorry,” he growled, still suckling and fucking away. “Say you’re sorry for bein’ a little fuckin’ brat. Say you’re sorry for makin’ me miss you for two weeks.” He stared at you from between your legs and slowed his movements. As he did, the feeling of your rising orgasm began to fade. “Say it.”

A desperate whine left your lips. You needed to cum. You needed to. “I-I’m sorry!” you cry out. “I’m so, so sorry, ‘Toshi! Please let me cum!” That pleased Hitoshi. He granted your wish and proceeded to stroke your walls faster as he sucked and licked gently on your clit.

He held you down with one hand, his hips securely pinning you to the mattress even as you writhed against the bed. You were close. So, so close. But when he spat on your pussy and slurped that shit back up, that set you all the way off. “‘Bout to cum!” you gasped. “I’m about to…”

When your orgasm finally hit you, you barely realized it. It rose too quickly for your brain to process, but when it did, it slammed into you and filled your body with warmth. Your voice cracked on your moans and whines as you gushed all over Hitoshi’s fingers and mouth, tears pricking your eyes.

This is it. This is what you needed. Hitoshi knew it too. “Thaaat’s a good lil’ girl,” he chuckled into your pussy. “Cum all over my face.”

He continued to stroke and suck on your pussy as you rode your orgasm out. He lapped up each drop until no trace of your cum or lube was on your inner thighs. All that was left was his saliva. When you were drained and completely exhausted, he finally stopped and sat up to look down at you. His lips shined with his spit and your cum, his own cum-drunk smile on his face.

Though you were sedated by your orgasm, you were beyond tired or satisfied. You wanted him. Needed him. “I’m ready now, Hitoshi,” you tell him breathlessly. “I want you to use your quirk now.” Hitoshi stared down at you with lust-blown pupils and a smile that sent shivers down your spine. “Lie back then, baby.”

You did as he instructed, getting comfortable against the plush pillows. He sat up on his knees, looking down at you with such adoration that you flushed. “Good?” he asked. You nodded, giving him a reassuring smile. “Alright, baby; close your eyes and take a deep breath in for me.”

You, once again, did as instructed: you closed your eyes and took a deep breath into your lungs. “And out,” he instructed. You breathed out, the small circles he stroked against your thigh helping.

“Clear your head of everything you’ve ever known. All you know now is me for tonight. Trust that I’ve got you and I’d never do anything without your consent or permission. Do you understand what I’m saying to you?”

It was weird, but his words brought tears to your eyes as well as relaxed you. It was the fact that he truly cared about you to do something like this. Despite all of your bullshit and excuses, here he was, making you feel good at your request. And you wanted to do the same for him. You opened your eyes to get a good look at him, hoping he’d see the utter gratitude in your eyes. “Yes, daddy,” you replied softly.

That was the trigger for Hitoshi. First, you were feeling him press a passionate, wet kiss to your lips. Then you felt your body seize and then go limp as he activated his quirk. Your brain went blank, all thoughts ceasing to exist. Your eyes fell closed on instinct, catapulting you into darkness. You felt yourself sink deeper and deeper into your body, almost as if you were inside looking out. You knew it was your conscious brain taking the backseat as nothing but Hitoshi filled your head now, your mind a blank canvas for his creation.

The only way you could describe being brainwashed by Hitoshi was bliss. A bliss that was so good that it made you uncomfortable every time it happened. You were scared at how good and free you felt being controlled by someone else, but another part of you told you to give in; that everything would be alright.

“Y/N, honey?” Hitoshi said, sounding far away. It was like you were underwater and he was standing above the waves, calling for you. “Baby, can you hear me?” He sounded closer and clearer now as the fog in your brain cleared.

“Yes,” you tried to answer, but you physically couldn’t move your mouth. Not without Hitoshi’s commands to speak.

“Answer me, baby,” he commanded, his voice now crystal clear and strong. “Can you hear my voice?” You felt his rough yet warm hand on your cheek, stroking it softly.

“Yes,” you heard yourself reply, your lips forming the words. “Yes, I can hear you.” He sighed, sounding relieved. “How do you feel?” You suddenly felt his hand slide down your stomach to your inner thighs where his fingers played with your pussy now soaked in your arousal again. When the fuck did you get wet again?

“Good,” you whimpered, toes curling as he rubbed your clit in gentle circles. “Mmm, I bet you do; look at how wet this pussy is. And you just came! Greedy little slut, aren’t you?” You must’ve been too slow to answer because he gave your pussy a hard, open-palmed smack. You gasped and your body jumped at the sting.

“Aren’t you?” he growled into your ear.

Like a switch being flipped, you quickly answered him. “Y-Yes, sir, I’m a greedy little slut!” you whimpered, your thighs shaking. Hitoshi chuckled, his hot breath fanning your face. “But you’re my greedy lil’ slut.” He leaned in close, his lips at your ear. “And you know what greedy sluts get?”

Your pussy gushed and clenched around nothing at the feeling of his soft lips against the most sensitive part of your ear. “N-No,” you stuttered.

“They get punished,” he whispered and suddenly, he was untying your ankles and wrists from the bedposts. Before you could process what he was doing, you were on your stomach and being hoisted onto your knees after he flipped your ass over. You could only gasp as he did, his strength incredible. How he was able to throw you around so effortlessly always turned you on.

He came up behind you and immediately smacked you on the ass. Hard. The sound of his hand hitting your ass cheek was sharp and filled the air along with your grunt of surprise. “This is your punishment,” he growled. “For being a greedy lil’ brat.” SMACK! He spanked you again, this time on the opposite cheek. You hissed at the pain, but your pussy jumped, loving the feeling.

“This is for making me wait for two fuckin’ weeks,” he growled. SMACK!

“Makin’ my cock wait for you.” SMACK!

“Can’t even focus on my work ‘cause of your ass.”

SMACK! SMACK! “What do you have to say for yourself, huh, slutty girl?”

SMACK! “Tell me!” he ordered. “Say you’re sorry!” SMACK!

“I-I’m sorry!” you heard yourself cry out, your voice cracking. “I’m sorry I left you waiting, sir! I’m sorry I’m such a needy little slut for you! I-I just missed you so bad!” You were practically in tears now, your body twitching at the harsh sting from his spankings on your asscheeks.

“Fuck!” Hitoshi grunted, impatient, and just as needy as you. He quickly swooped down and planted your ass in wet kisses and massages, easing the pain away. “Such a good girl,” he whispered against your asscheek. “That’s enough pain for now. Time to shower my baby in pleasure.”

“T-Thank you, sir,” you stuttered out, wanting to push your ass back into his adoring mouth, but his quirk’s hold on you didn’t allow you. You could only moan and whimper as his lips trailed down your ass to your pussy. His hands pried your cheeks apart to get good access to your sobbing wet cunt and proceeded to lick, suck, and kiss you there. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head at the sensations of him eating out your overly-sensitive pussy, his tongue moving over your clit.

“‘T-Toshi,” you mewled. “Please.”

“What do you want, gorgeous?” he asked, taking a break from eating you out to rub at your flit. You cried aloud at the feeling, your toes curling as sparks of pleasure shot into your core. “Tell me,” he commanded. “Tell me what you want.”

“To cum,” you moaned. “Please, daddy, make me cum again.” You heard Hitoshi chuckle darkly before pushing you down with one hand so the side of your face was in the mattress. Face down, ass up–his favorite position. “Goddamn,” he swore. “I’ll never get tired of this shit.”

Your body trembled excitedly, bracing itself for the feeling of Hitoshi’s tongue and mouth on your pussy. But he surprised you when he pressed his open palm against your pussy and smacked you against your clit. You gasped, your body jumping in response. He did it again, and again and again, the sweet mixture of pain and pleasure too much for you. “Hitoshiiii,” you whined. “Please! C-Can’t…can’t…”

“Ah-ah, baby,” he chuckled. “I want you to cum just like this. With my hand smackin’ that clit.” He pressed a kiss to your ass as he smacked up against your clit again, even giving you some nice strokes with his palm. “This is what you deserve. You deserve to cum just like this.”

Your mouth fell open into a silent, shocked O as another orgasm began to make its appearance. This had never happened before. He was making you cum with just pussy smacks? This man was a demon. “Hitoshi, please!” you practically screamed. “Please let me cum, baby, please!”

“Tell me whose pussy this is then,” he ordered his voice a growl that made your stomach flip. “Tell me who owns this pussy and I’ll let you cum again.”

You could barely think or speak, the dawn of your new orgasm mingling with the sedation of your initial orgasm rendering you useless. Your muscles were slowly turning into mush as he assaulted your pussy so good your toes curled. “Y-You,” you softly moan.

A sharp smack against your ass made you yelp. “Sorry, baby; didn’t get that,” Hitoshi said. “Say it a little louder for me.” You practically sobbed and he laughed at your pitiful, pathetic state. “C’mooon, you can do better than that.” When all you did was whine, he hummed in disappointment and brought his hand away from you. “Guess you don’t wanna cum then.”

The ache of need in your core made you downright insane. You needed to cum again. There’s no way he could edge you like this. “Please!” you babble deliriously. “You own this pussy! You own all of me, Hitoshi, please just let me fuckin’ cum!”

A fire flashed behind Hitoshi’s eyes at your begs and pleads for mercy. He pressed his palm up to your clit and proceeded to move it up and down, pressing into it with the exact pressure you needed. “You wanna fuckin’ cum?” he growled. “You wanna cum for me, slut, huh?” You nodded frantically, your mind quickly going blank from the pleasure. “Fuckin’ do it then. Give it to me, baby.”

Then he stopped, his palm still against your clit, and whispered a command in your ear that echoed in your mind: “Cum.”

Just like a puppet being controlled by strings, you did as Hitoshi said. Your body reacted immediately, your back arching and your pussy spasming as you came all over his hand. And fuck, did you cum hard. You were seeing stars and heard bells ringing in your ears as you screamed at the top of your lungs, your throat going raw from using it too much. When the orgasm finally ebbed, you slumped onto the mattress in utter exhaustion, muscles going to mush and your mind a puddle. You inhaled and exhaled deeply, your chest rising and falling with each deep gulp of air.

You must’ve passed out for a short time because suddenly, Hitoshi was beside you and you don’t remember feeling him there. “Baby?” he whispered in your ear, stroking your hair back from your face. “Can you hear me, darlin’? Can you look at me?” Your eyes fluttered open and you saw his handsome face peering at you. “You good?” he asked, looking worried.

Good wasn’t even a word you could’ve used to describe this feeling. Your body felt loose and relaxed, your pussy aching in the best possible way. “Y-Yeah,” you giggled softly. “Yeah, I’m good, sir.”

Hitoshi looked relieved and pecked your sweaty temple. “You wanna keep going?” he asked. You nodded slowly, not wanting to stop tonight. “Lemme finish tyin’ you up then. Let me know at any time if it’s too much.” Once again, you nodded, knowing most of it was because he was bringing sheer obedience and compliance out of you with his quirk. However, you wanted this and he knew it.

Slowly, he sat you up and got the rest of his scarves from the nightstand before proceeding to tie you up with them shibari style. He first had you sit with your knees underneath your butt and your hands behind your back. Then he started to tie you up with his soft, long scarves that felt like silk against your skin. He tied your wrists first and then connected that knot to your arms which connected to the one wrapped around your neck. He moved onto your legs and ankles, tying them so they were pressed tightly together. Then he moved onto your breasts, covering them in his scarf as he secured each bind.

When he was finally done, he sat back to look at his handiwork. “Tell me how it feels,” he ordered, though his tone was soft. You could hardly move except for turning your head or rocking from side to side. You were completely restricted, and you loved every minute of it. “Like a tight hug,” you answered breathlessly, saying the first thing that came to mind.

Hitoshi nodded, happy with that answer. He stared at you for a moment, his stare heated and filled with molten lust that made you flush. “I can’t tell you how fuckin’ good you look right now, doll. Wrapped up like a pretty lil’ toy.”

With his bottom lip caught between his teeth, he began to unbuckle and unzip his pants right in front of you. The sounds of it made you even wetter, especially when he brought his briefs down with his jeans as he pulled them down his narrow hips. “I wanna break my toy in a little,” he groaned as his cock sprung free from his briefs finally. “Open that fuckin’ mouth.”

Your eyes stared in astonishment at how fantastic his dick is for a moment–tan, veiny, long, and thick, his cockhead pink and dripping in precum all for you. You were utterly in love with that dick. He brought it to you and gently slapped your lips with it. “Suck,” he commanded.

Your body reacted immediately. You leaned in towards his dick and opened your mouth, your lips covering your teeth to avoid scratching him. You stuck your tongue out first to get a taste of him, relishing the mix of salty and sweet, before he slid into the wet, warm depths of your waiting mouth. As soon as he was in, you had to adjust to his size by opening your throat as if you were yawning and breathing through your nostrils. Hitoshi was a big guy and it was harder with no hands, but you knew you could manage. You were a big girl.

He seemed to think so too because he pushed his hips forward more, in turn sliding his dick into your mouth farther. “That’s it, baby girl,” he groaned, one hand securely behind your head. “Suck that dick. Make it sloppy for me. You know how I like it.”

You did know. That’s why your mouth immediately pulled away to spit all over his cock and slurp it back up before licking all around his dick, making it shine in your saliva. Your mouth secreted so much saliva that it dripped down Hitoshi’s balls and thighs. The sight of it made you gush all over the bed, making your inner thighs wet with your arousal.

Once he was nice and slick, you brought your mouth towards his again and sucked him in, deeper this time. You gagged around his cock for a few seconds, popping his head in and out of your throat as you ran your tongue along his sweet spot located right at the side of his head.

Hitoshi was loving it. You peered up at him through your lashes to watch his eyes roll back. “Fuck me, that’s it!” he gasped, tossing his head back in ecstasy to the ceiling above. “I love watchin’ you suck my dick in the mirror up here. You’re takin’ me so good.”

You had wanted to watch it too. How did you look taking his dick deep in your mouth, you wondered? Did you look as sexy and as beautiful as he thought too?

He suddenly looked down at you, his hand petting your head lovingly. “Think we can go deeper?” he asked, his eyes dark and hooded. He was now deep in his Dom role–merciless and stern yet still sweet as black licorice.

You whimpered in protest, not sure if you could. You had to adjust to putting him in your mouth, to begin with, keeping your jaw slack and mouth stretched wide. How the fuck were you going to deepthroat him?

Hitoshi’s hand on your head grew tighter and you whined as he gripped your head. “Oh, yes, you can. It’s been a while, but you’ve got it.”

‘Don’t!’ your conscious mind protested, but your body didn’t listen. You were already opening your mouth again and expanding your throat for him as if about to yawn. Hitoshi slowly slid his dick into your mouth once more, taking his sweet time. “That’s it, open that throat…”

He didn’t stop until he was right at the back of your throat, his balls hitting your chin. Your throat flexed and gagged around him, trying to ease the discomfort of something so huge hitting the back of your throat. Your cheeks pricked with tears at the slight burning sensation in your throat as Hitoshi began to slowly slide in and out of the tight space, gripping your hair tight as he did. “Fuck, baby!” he moaned, his voice bouncing off the walls. “Good girl! You took all of me so deep. ‘M so proud of you.”

He looked down at you in utter adoration and pride which seemed to make the burning sensation in your throat feel like a damn kiss. He slid out to allow you to breathe, his cock soaked in your spit and his precum, so much so that strings of spit stuck to his head and your lips as he pulled away.

You gulped down each breath greedily and gratefully, relishing this moment because you knew what came next. “T-Thank you, sir,” you breathlessly replied, still struggling to catch your breath.

Hitoshi let you recover for a moment, then wrenched your head back, forcing you to look up at him. “Now shut the fuck up and lemme fuck that pretty face.” He forced your head back down on him again and you got to work immediately, bobbing your head up and down, back and forth, his dick sliding against your tongue until it once again hit the back of your throat.

Hitoshi was relentless as he fucked your throat. He gripped your head and maneuvered you the way he wanted until you were right where he wanted–your head back, mouth stretched wide, and eyes on him. His pelvis brushed against your nose and heavy balls swung against your chin as he thrust in and out of your throat, alternating between slow, torturous strokes that stretched out the burning in your throat and quick thrusts that made your throat squelch and gag around him.

“Gonna make that makeup run,” he grunted. “Gonna fuck you up so good that no other man could compare.” He gripped the fistful he had of your hair tighter and you were so sure he’d yank that shit out if he wasn’t careful. “That’s a promise, baby,” he growled. “Now cum for me while my dick is in your throat.”

Like clockwork, pussy immediately started quivering and your clit began to swell like it was being stimulated to the point of orgasm. Your eyes widened at the sensation, realizing he was trying to make you cum again. “Mmmph!” you moaned in protest around his dick, your words muffled and muddled. “W-Wait, daddy! S-Still sensitive!”

“I don’t give a fuck,” Hitoshi growled darkly, still pumping away in your throat. “You wanna fuck with me? Then you’ve gotta face the consequences. Now fuckin’ cum, you dumb little slut.”

And you did. God, you did. Your third orgasm of the night came like a damn tsunami as it crashed into your body. Warmth spread throughout your entire being, making your toes curl and muscles spasm as you came all over yourself while Hitoshi stayed deep in your throat. Your moans and whimpers were muffled around his cock, the sensations vibrating against the sensitive parts of his cock. He moaned and swore at the pleasurable vibrations, his balls growing heavier against your chin.

When your orgasm finally faded and you began to settle into the afterglow, Hitoshi slid out of your throat. His dick bobbed slightly against his inner thigh, slick in your spit and twitching. “I didn’t cum,” he breathlessly explained, “but I don’t want to. Not till I’m deep in that pussy where I belong.” He leaned in toward you then until his nose brushed yours. “Until I’m deep in my pussy.”

‘Yes,’ your conscious mind thought. ‘Your pussy. All yours.’ The fact that you thought such a thing was shocking to you. You passed it off as a side effect of Hitoshi’s quirk or the fact that you were delirious with lust, but you knew all of that was bullshit. You knew even if this never happened again, you could never find a man who would make you feel this way: so okay with being vulnerable; so willing to submit. There would be no other like Hitoshi Shinso.

You didn’t know if it was love, but goddamn, did you love this.

“Wanna go up now?” he asked, giving you such a sweet smile that you nearly started crying. You nodded frantically and he proceeded to get you ready. He first untied your hands and wrists, then had you stand up on the bed.

After giving you time to get the blood flowing back into your limbs, he coaxed you into putting one leg up onto one of the bedposts at the bottom of the bed. Once you did, he securely tied one end of his scarf to your ankle and the other up on the bedpost. You were then standing with one leg up on the bed and the little hops you did made Hitoshi laugh.

Letting you hold onto him for balance, he did the same to one of your wrists–he let it dangle from another one of his scarves securely tied to the iron bars forming a roof above the canopy of the bed. He did the same to your other ankle and wrist, tying them up and letting them dangle. He also tied some scarves to your knees, forcing them to bend so your legs wouldn’t lock. Once he was finished, he stayed standing on the bed in front of you, smirking proudly. “Now you’re exactly like a little robe bunny,” he darkly chuckled.

You said nothing, but you didn’t know what you’d say if you could. The predicament you were in was indescribable and quite embarrassing, to say the least–you were hanging meters above the bed with your arms and legs splayed out so your titties and pussy were on full display for the lavender-haired man standing in front of you. You felt completely and utterly exposed. And you loved every minute of it. The mix of arousal and fear in your stomach was an intoxicating and confusing cocktail, fogging up your head even more.

Hitoshi stepped closer to you, taking one of your feet into his hand. “Still on the pill?” he asked. You nodded, glad you didn’t stop taking the birth control even though you hadn’t had any kind of sexual contact with anyone since you and Hitoshi fought two weeks ago. He nodded in approval and kissed your foot. “Light, baby,” he ordered though his tone was gentle.

“Green, sir,” you replied, giving your fingers and toes a wiggle to show him you were okay. Slowly, he positioned his hips in between your dangling legs, his still-hard cock pressing against your inner thigh.

He cupped your face into both of his calloused hands, holding your gaze with his. “You did so well takin’ me, gorgeous. You’re so, so good to me.” He pecked your lips sweetly, making you drunk off his taste. “Now let me be good to you.” He then took his dick into his hand from the base and, eyes locked with yours, ran it against your overly-sensitive, needy little clit. “You still want this?” he cooed teasingly at you. “You still want this dick?”

Your clit twitched and ached, your pussy gushing around air as it begged for Hitoshi’s cock. “Yes, please, Hitoshi!” you pleaded, toes curling and muscles clenched. “Please fuck me! C-Can’t take anymore! I’ve earned it! I’ve been a good girl!”

Hitoshi gave you a wolfish grin, his hands gripping your hips. “Yes, you have,” he chuckled, and then, without warning, he was sliding inside of your exposed, wet, needy pussy. After two weeks without feeling him, it was a bit of a stretch. Your mouth fell open into a silent gasp as you felt your pussy stretch around his head, then to the inches he continued to add.

“Fuck, you’re so tight!” Hitoshi swore through a hiss. “And so wet for me. Such a naughty little slut.” He began to slowly move his hips, giving you time to adjust. “My dumb little girl.” He leaned in and pressed a kiss to your breast. “My good, perfect doll.” He took your hard nipple into his mouth. “For me to hold and play with.” He bit your nipple, the sharp sting making you whine. “And break.”

Once you were fully adjusted to his size, he sunk in deeper and proceeded to fuck you while you hung from his scarves. Your pussy squeezed and flexed around his shaft as he pounded into you again and again, his hips angled just perfectly so his pelvis rubbed against your aching clit with every thrust. “That feels so good, doesn’t it?” he teased. “Bet you’d let me do this all the time. Let me keep you here forever. Bet you’d even let me breed that pretty pussy if I just keep fucking you, right?”

You couldn’t think. You couldn’t even breathe. He kept knocking the wind out of your lungs with every merciless thrust that sent you further into the stratosphere. With your legs forcefully spread out the way they were, you were forced to take every inch of him that slid in and out of you. The lewd sounds of skin slapping against skin and your wet pussy gushing around his cock filled the air, making you throw your head back. You were about to blackout from this. “‘T-Toshi,” you moaned breathlessly, your eyes fluttering shut.

Hitoshi laughed at you as he picked up speed, now bottomed out inside of you. He leaned in towards you, his face like a full moon rising in the night. “What?” he snickered, his hot breath fanning your face. “Is my little bunny goin’ dumb from my dick? You like bein’ my stupid little slut?” He went even faster, pounding into you at a breakneck pace that had you seeing stars and your pussy quivering gratefully for it.

You were losing it, going completely dumb from the sensations and Hitoshi’s ever-so-persuasive quirk and control. “Y-Yes!” you deliriously babbled, your toes clenched as yet another orgasm approached. “Yes, ooh, I love it! I love bein’ your stupid little slut! I’m yours, Hitoshi, I promise!”

You were completely cum drunk, your mind muddled and your body turning to mush. “Gonna cum again!” you sobbed, eyes squeezed shut and head tossed back to the ceiling. Hitoshi didn’t let up. In fact, he only went harder, gripping your ass and smashing his pelvis onto that clit as he fucked you hard. “Show me then,” he commanded. “Show me how much of a stupid fuckin’ whore you are for me and cum all over my dick. Cum for me, you pretty, brainless lil’ slut!”

Those words sent you right over the edge. You tumbled down, down, down into the sea of bliss that was waiting for you. When you came for the fourth fucking time that night, you did it on a scream that tore from your lungs and echoed throughout Hitoshi’s apartment. He slowed down enough to let you ride it out, staring at your face with the softest expression you’ve ever seen on him.

Once your orgasm began to fade and your muscles unclenched, he gripped your hips and started to drive into you again. Never mind how your pussy spasmed and clamped down around his cock in protest, or how you screamed and whined in protest. “Not yet,” he growled as he began to pound into you again with vigor. “Not fuckin’ yet. Not until you’re spent and cum-drunk. Not until you’re good and punished for your bullshit.”

You were crying, pleading, begging him. For what exactly, you had no idea. Did you want him to stop or keep going? The lines between wanting it and not were blurred, your four orgasms and Hitoshi’s quirk making your brain a complete puddle. “Daddy, please!” you begged tearfully. “Sorry! I’m so, so sorry!”

He leaned in toward you, so close you could see the line sheen of sweat on his forehead. “Tell me why you did it,” he grunted in your face. “Tell me why you play with my feelings like this. Tell me why you really wanted that break.”

His quirk took hold of you, gripping your mind and forcing you to comply. “Because…” You hiccuped between a sob as he continued to pound and stroke your pussy, the lewd, wet sounds of your sex filling the air. “Please, Hitoshi,” you begged. “Don’t.”

His hand suddenly shot out and wrapped around your throat. Your mouth fell open on a gasp as he squeezed. “Save it,” he growled. “You don’t get to make the rules now. I do, and I’m tellin’ you to tell me the truth.” He slowed down his thrusts, going painfully slow, his cock sliding in and out of you at a torturous speed (which was none at all). He was teasing you, forcing you to reveal your dirty little secret. “Tell me if you wanna cum.”

You started crying then. The hold he had on you was too great. The truth settled on your tongue, the urge to reveal everything pushing through your conscious mind. “Because I was scared!” you sobbed, tears streaming down your face. “I was scared by how much I cared for you. I wanted something real with you too, ‘Toshi!”

Hitoshi stopped moving for a moment. He only started at you for a beat, his eyes wide with astonishment and confusion. You probably looked a mess right now–makeup fucked up, mascara dripping down your cheeks, pussy soaked and pulsating around his dick. You were sure now that he knew the truth, he’d stop this entire thing because of how long you’d been fucking around with him.

But none of that happened. In fact, the exact opposite occurred. He gripped your head with one hand and slammed his lips against yours as he slid into you, so deep that his balls touched your ass. You moaned into the passionate kiss he gave you, your pussy pulsing around him. He pulled away, wearing a firm expression and holding a fire in his eyes that almost frightened you.

“No more bullshit after this, you hear me?” he asked, his voice strained. “We can’t be friends after this. My heart couldn’t take it, Y/N.” Before you could even process his words, he settled his hips against yours and kissed your neck as he nuzzled it. “Now do me a favor and fuckin’ cum all over my dick while I cum inside of you.”

He began to work his hips again, slamming his cock in you again and again. The noises leaving your lips were a mess of moans and delirious giggles, your clit almost being tickled from his pelvis as he fucked you.

“Tell me who the fuck my good girl is,” he commanded. “Tell me whose a good rope bunny for me. Whose a good doll to play with?” He licked his hand and slid it between you both, proceeding to rub at your sensitive, pulsing clit.

“M-Me!” you deliriously giggled. “I’m your good girl, your rope bunny, your good doll! I’ll be everything you want me to be, sir!” Hitoshi’s gaze darkened as he stared into your eyes, showing you all of him as you showed him all of you. “Oh, my God, I’m gonna fuck you up,” he promised before holding you up by your ankles and drilling himself inside of you again and again.

And oh, boy, was he. You don’t think you had ever been fucked by him this way: so passionately and so desperately. His hands gripped your hips so tight that you were you had bruises and he took every moment he had to kiss you, his tongue sliding and swirling against yours. You were losing your shit–your body was tingling, each cell coming to life from the sheer pleasure you felt; your muscles felt like they were shot with tranquilizer with how loose they felt; your mind was completely blank. But your heart was full and each time it pounded, it pounded for him.

Hitoshi wrapped a hand around your throat and squeezed again, once again restricting your breathing. “Show me,” he ordered, his voice strained and completely feral. “Show me how good you are. God, baby doll, your pussy is stroking me so good!” He hooked one arm around your ass and pistoned into you again and again, signaling his oncoming orgasm too.

“Cum with me,” he growled against your lips. “Fuckin’ cum with me, baby!”

You didn’t know whether it was his quirk or the way he sounded–so desperate and urgent–that made you cum all over his cock. But when it did, you knew this would be the one that would put you out like a light later. You screamed so hard that your throat went raw and your body clenched tightly, your core tightening then unraveling as you came all over Hitoshi’s dick.

“Cumming!” he gasped. “Fuck, I’m cumming!” He slammed into you faster and harder until he finally busted inside of you, his cock swelling then exploding finally.

Ropes of hot cum shot into your pussy, making you silently gasp at the warmth you felt envelope you. He came so much that it dripped down your asscrack and coated your inner thighs. Hitoshi moaned, cussed, and shouted your name as he came undone, gripping you so close to him that you lost your breath.

He filled you to the brim with cum until he couldn’t anymore. But he still held onto you like he was afraid you’d disappear. You felt him tremble slightly against you, his kisses soft against your heated skin. “You’re mine,” he whispered tenderly against your neck. “You’re all mine, you hear?”

You didn’t answer. You physically couldn’t, too far gone in the high to come down. But you did eventually, and when you did, you came down hard. Your body froze and your temperature dropped, making you shiver against Hitoshi. He must have noticed this change too because he pulled away from you. “Baby doll?” he murmured worriedly.

The hold he had on your brain was now broken. You had full control over yourself now, but even so, you still couldn’t get a good hold on yourself. It felt like your brain and body were fighting against each other. You knew you were experiencing the aftermath of a very intense session with Hitoshi, but you’ve never felt this before. It was scary. You looked into Hitoshi’s worried eyes and opened your mouth, not sure what to say but knowing you just wanted to speak to him.

He pressed a finger to your lips, stopping you. “Don’t speak,” he urged. “Lemme get you down, okay?” Hurriedly, he slid his softened dick out of you and began to quickly untie you. He started with your legs and then worked on your wrists. You wanted to rub out the ache you felt in them, but your body was too exhausted to do so.

He then untied the rest of your body, got you a glass of water which you gratefully sipped from, and then coaxed you to lie down under the black comforter that covered the bed. It felt like cool silk against your heated, sweaty skin.

“Come here,” he cooed as he wrapped his arms around you. You laid against his chest, your ear pressed to his pounding heart. “It’s okay. Just let it come, baby. Just let it come.” The sound of his heartbeat against your ear took you down from your high more and more with each second until soon, your mind was clear and you felt like yourself again.

You softly mewed like a kitten against his chest and snuggled into him, wanting him close. “Shh,” he shushed you. “Just rest. I’m right here, baby. I’m right here. I’ll always be here.” You smiled tiredly and gratefully at his sweet words. You wanted to thank him, but sleep just had other plans for you. You were out immediately, snuggled up against Hitoshi as the rain raged on outside.

*******

You didn’t know what time you woke up, but you knew it was sometime later.

It was still dark, but the rain had stopped. You heard nothing in Hitoshi’s darkened bedroom–only the sound of your soft breathing as you awakened. At some point, Hitoshi had turned out the light, but you didn’t remember when. You barely remembered anything, let alone why you were naked. You also smelled faintly of lavender soap and massage oil which you also didn’t remember using.

“You’re awake.” You turned at the sound of the familiar, delicious voice behind you, finding Hitoshi sitting up against the headboard, staring down at you with those violet eyes. “You’ve been asleep for only an hour. I cleaned you up and massaged your muscles while you were out. You were, uh…quite a mess.” He smirked at you in the darkness.

That explained why you felt so clean and relaxed. You didn’t say anything for a while–you just stared at him, your eyes adjusting more to the darkness to see the outline of his face and eyes. “How do you feel?” he asked softly.

Though the question was quite simple, you found that you didn’t have a real answer for him. “Um…” You struggled to find the words to describe how you felt then. Good? Satisfied? No, that wouldn’t be truthful, because you still felt that emptiness inside of you as you stared at Hitoshi, knowing tonight was the last night you could truly be like this. With anyone.

“Good,” you replied, attempting to fight the tears as you gave him a false smile. “Really, really good…” But your emotions had other plans for you. Your smile trembled and tears pushed past your eyesockets. You immediately hid your face from Hitoshi as the tears began to break. “Fuck!” you snapped into your hands. “This wasn’t supposed to happen!”

“Hey, hey,” Hitoshi cooed, putting a hand on your thigh. “What do you mean, darlin’?” He gently pried your hands away from your face, showing your tear-soaked cheeks to him.

You sniffled, staring down at the comforter you and him laid underneath. “Tonight was supposed to be the last night,” you confessed. “For this.” You ticked a finger between you and him.

“I knew there was no way we could be friends after doing what we’ve been doing, and I didn’t want us to be more ‘cause I was so scared you’d hurt me or that I’d hurt you!” The words flew out of you, desperate to be released like curses in Pandora’s Box.

There it was: the truth. Out in the open. Your heart pounded as you anticipated Hitoshi’s reaction. For a minute, he stared at you, astonished. “Wow,” he huffed. “That was a lot to unpack. However, you did admit a lot of it during our scene while you were suspended.” You blinked at him, trying to remember what you said. “I did?” you asked, mortified.

Hitoshi gave you a sheepish look as he scratched the back of his neck. “I kinda persuaded you to do it,” he confessed. “Or rather commanded you.”

He took your hands in yours, squeezing them tightly. “I just wanted to truth because I’m fuckin’ crazy about you, Y/N! I couldn’t do this with another woman even if I wanted to. You stay in my mind, so much that I thought you brainwashed me too.”

He put a hand to your cheek and stroked his thumb across it gently. “You have me, baby.” He held his eyes with yours, and in them was a sea of tenderness and adoration that teetered just so on the edge of love. You were taken aback at this. “Hitoshi…” The tears continued to flow as utter passion exploded within you, causing you to throw yourself at him.

“You have me too,” you whispered, the tears still streaming down your face. “I’m so sorry,” you softly sobbed into his chest. “I didn’t want to hurt you.” Hitoshi hushed you and cradled your head to his chest. He held you close and rocked you like his baby as he finally calmed down, soothed by the scent of him and his beating heart. When you finally recovered, he smiled down at you. “Feelin’ better?” he asked.

You nodded, wiping at your wet cheeks. “So…what now?” you laughed, realizing that you were now way past FWBs. You were now real. Really real.

Hitoshi hummed thoughtfully to himself. “Well, we didn’t finish all of that Moscato yet, and I think Netflix has some new movies out we can either make fun of or really pay attention to.” He curled an arm under your legs and coaxed you into his lap. “And then maybe, if you’re up for it, we can make up for those two weeks we didn’t have each other.” He ran his lips along your jawline, making you shiver.

“Mmm, that sounds like a plan,” you purred, tilting your face up to kiss his chin. You ran a finger along his jawline, loving the way his eyes grew hooded. “As long as it’s with you.”

Hitoshi’s gaze darkened, the switch in his demeanor creating a familiar warm feeling in your core. “Keep talkin’ like that and you definitely won’t be walkin’ tomorrow,” he promised before pressing an earth-shattering, toe-curling kiss to your lips. Meaning he meant that shit. And you knew it.

You were counting on it.

THE END.

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cowboydisaster · 1 year

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Princess

originally posted on 9 February, 2023

pairing: Dutch van der Linde x fem!reader

word count: 4k

summary: modern au; After a rough day, Dutch gives you the princess treatment. He draws you a bath, brings you some wine, and reads to you. But what you really need is him, and how could he deny his girl?

a/n: reposting because I need to get on with that, and I haven't in like a week. I feel really bad flooding the tags, so I'm just gonna tag this once and see how it does.

warnings: nsfw, 18+, minors dni (bath tub foreplay, vaginal sex, oral, fingering, overstimulation, praise kink)

[I didn't add the taglist b/c this is a repost! You guys were tagged on the first time, and I don't wanna bug ya <3]

You slam the front door shut a little harder than intended, wincing as the loud bang shatters the silence that was resting peacefully in your apartment. The door hasn’t been working properly for some time, and you usually try to be gentle with it. You don't bother to hang up your purse, instead allowing the tooled leather bag to drop onto the floor. Your cream colored cashmere coat meets the floor next, lumping pathetically on the dark hardwood floor. Your eyes remain on the ground, meaninglessly following the patterns of the wood grain as you fight back tears that are begging to be released.

It has been a shit day. One of the sort where everything seems to be falling apart. Your life is changing in more ways than you're comfortable with, and the only thing keeping you grounded, the only thing familiar is him.

Dutch is standing at the kitchen sink, hands deep in the cloudy, sudsy water that is holding a few more dirty dishes. His elbows rest on the granite countertop as he washes and scrubs the last of the day's dinner ware. He washes one last porcelain plate, rinsing it off twice under the warm tap water before setting it up nicely on the drying rack.

It's then that he hears your items hit the floor. Despite the fact that his phone is on silent, that it rests in between the couch cushions in the living room, with (unbeknownst to him) one heart breaking voicemail from you, he knows something is wrong as soon as you step foot in the door.

Your hair is still tied back in a claw clip from work. It's beginning to give you a dull headache, and the office attire you're wearing suddenly feels too tight around your small frame. Your arms wrap around your torso, and you can feel when he steps into the room.

"Oh, baby… what happened?"

His voice is so quiet, his eyes fall when they land on you. Your own sparkling eyes slowly run up the expanse of his body, passing over his dark denim jeans, and his dark tee shirt until you meet his eyes. His dark, chocolate colored orbs soften under your gaze, and his lips part with trepidation. Just one soft stride forward and his arms are around you.

To be enveloped by him, swaddled by his embrace, is to know comfort. He holds you like a barrier, protecting you from any outside dangers or threats. When you fall into his arms, everything else melts away. Worries and concerns muddle together somewhere far away and forgotten, just for a moment, as he holds you. His chin rests on top of your head and his arms circle around your shoulders. The heat from his chest radiates as you nuzzle your nose into him. A few of your tears drip down, darkening his shirt.

"It was a really hard day Dutch… I-" you begin, interrupted by your small hiccup. At the noise, Dutch squeezes his arms a little tighter around you.

"Why don't I run you a bath? We can talk about it then if you want, my love." Dutch whispers against your hair. Lightly, you nod.

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The smell of lavender and lemongrass wafts from the open bathroom door, swirling through the air carried by warm steam from the bathtub. You can see into the adjoined bathroom from your position in the bedroom as you struggle to remove your clothes. It has been the kind of day that drains you, that makes the simplest of tasks seem impossible.

Dutch is down on his knees, checking the temperature of the water from the tap. The water reflects off his fingers, encasing them in warm, clear liquid. He swirls the water slowly, creating a pile of bubbles that foam and pop against his hands.

"It's done, princess. Are you ready?" Dutch asks, hands resting on his belt as he pushes himself up and steps into the bedroom.

His eyes land on you as you struggle to unclasp your bra. Defeated, with tear streaks running down your face, you reach behind your back, unable to unclasp the plastic hooks.

"Come on, my dear. I can do it." Dutch mumbles, motioning for you to step toward him.

His hands are warm against your back as he expertly unclips the black lace and slides it down over your arms. The pile of mesh hits the floor with a soft thud.

"Thank you." You mumble, looking up to Dutch with an indescribable emotion as he leads you by the small of your back towards the footed porcelain tub. You're not just talking about his help with your clothes, you're thanking him for being here, for helping you. The water is cloudy with soap, accentuated by the dim candles that Dutch has situated around the room. A light hum of music from his radio reaches your ears from the kitchen.

"Of course."

Dutch helps you settle down into the water, and you practically groan at the release of tension in your muscles. Lavender and lemongrass swirl up to your nose, ridding you of your headache and filling you with tranquility. The back of your head rests against the lip of the tub, and your hair falls onto the outside in order to stay dry.

Dutch picks up a soft cotton washcloth, dipping it into the foamy water until it has soaked up enough. A small amount of wash is added to the cloth before he brings it towards your face. His touch is so gentle, lightly brushing the cloth against your skin until the makeup from the day has been washed down and mixed into the water below. The sweet scent of the bath along with Dutch’s steady breathing relaxes you into a sleepy state. It’s entirely calming, him cleaning you up. He takes his time, running the warm soapy cloth against your chest and back. He doesn’t miss the way you shudder as he washes your breasts and your thighs. In fact, the small movements, the subtle arch of your back drives him wild, but he’s a gentleman. After being rinsed, you soak down lower into the bath, smiling up at Dutch. His hands remain in the water, tracing lines across your hip. A soapy hand gently grips onto Dutch’s chin, pulling him down to kiss you. As he pulls away, you glance into his chocolate colored eyes, hoping for just one more little favor from him.

"Will you read to me?" You ask, taking your hand out of the water to place it over Dutch's.

Dutch grabs the book from the kitchen, returning with it and a glass of red wine for you. His rings clink against the glass as he hands it down to you, settling against the tub with his book. Your eyes drift shut as you sip at your wine, waiting for Dutch to begin.

"The real America can only be found, not in desires, but in the purity of its landscape."

Ah, he's reading Evelyn Miller's American Inferno. Of course he is, ever the lover of philosophy, your lover. A small smile cracks through your lips as he continues.

"Men are fixated on greed, on desire, and on the acquisition not of experiences or pleasures but the ability to acquire."

You ponder over the meaning of Miller's words for a bit. Philosophy is rather boring in your eyes, you would prefer a good romance novel over the philosophy of American greed any day. But, at the end of the day, it doesn't matter what Dutch is reading because he's reading it. His voice soothes you, as does the red wine, probably a little more than what's good.

After a while of sipping your drink and listening to Dutch, a slight buzz is thrumming through your veins, just enough to take the edge off. The water has grown a little colder, but you dare not get out and disrupt the perfection of this moment. The hand not holding your wine glass extends out of the bath to tuck a fallen piece of hair behind Dutch's ear. He's so handsome, dark hair contrasting his olive skin in the candlelight. His eyes are dark, pupils full blown as he reads. At your touch, his eyes trail over to you, stopping for just a second to look at your exposed, soapy breasts.

"You're so beautiful." Dutch whispers. Your skin glistens in the light from the water and soap that clings to it. Your cheeks flush pink at his compliment, and your eyes travel down to the suds below you. After a few moments of admiring you, Dutch returns to the book.

"Man is reduced to the desire for desire. Wanting is all that matters. Not loving, not being, not having, but wanting." Dutch whispers, dipping his other hand into the bathtub to trace lines down your thigh. Your breath quickens, pupils blown with lust at his touch.

"Mr. Miller is wrong on that account..." You whisper, taking Dutch's hand in your own underneath the soapy water. Your eyes are locked onto Dutch's as you continue.

"Man can want, love, desire and need. It matters, I've seen that it does, with you."

The hand that is holding onto Dutch's guides his fingers between your legs. His cold rings contrast greatly with the warm water, as he draws circles on your inner thigh.

"So you're suggesting that I've managed to break the systematic fault that Mr Miller writes so unfondly of?" Dutch asks, eyebrow raised with a smirk as he pinches the soft skin of your thigh.

"I'm saying that he knows nothing about man, about you, if he thinks that it's too far above him to desire, to love and to need."

At your words, Dutch raises an eyebrow, tongue licking over his bottom lip and resting there as he pushes two fingers inside of you. You almost drop your wine, setting it down on the side of the tub as Dutch stretches his fingers in a scissoring motion. Your hand grips onto Dutch's forearm, hair dipping slightly into the bath as you toss your head back.

"Even in all this water I can feel how drenched you are for me. I can feel you dripping." Dutch growls.

He curls his fingers up, smirking with a raised eyebrow when you whimper, digging your nails into his forearm. With no warning, Dutch pulls his fingers out of you. You whimper at the loss, confused, until Dutch grabs a big, fluffy gray towel from the bathroom cupboard and extends his hand out to you. He’s warmed it in the dryer, making the cotton even more inviting. You take it, sitting up out of the water and stepping out of the porcelain bath. Immediately wrapping the towel around your shoulders.

"Why don't I get you dried up..." Dutch says, brushing a fallen hair out of your face before leaning into your ear so close that his mustache tickles your earlobe.

"Then I'll get you wet again, how's that sound princess?" Dutch whispers, causing your eyes to flutter shut as a wave of need pulses through your body.

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Now dried from your bath, you squeak when Dutch tosses you backwards onto the couch. The plush is soft against your bare skin as Dutch leans over you, meeting your lips in a hungry kiss. His lips are warm, and they taste like the scotch he’s been drinking combined with your wine. For a second he pulls away, but only to kneel on the floor before the couch, leaning in to kiss your jaw as you moan.

"Tonight's about you. Only you, baby." Dutch whispers against your heated skin, gently nipping at your collarbone. His hands grip onto your hips, thumb rubbing circles against your hip bone while his lips trail down between your breasts, placing soft kisses to the tender skin. Oh, you love him so. If he could have it his way he would please you over and over again without a care for his own pleasure. For Dutch, the best part is watching you unfold.

"I can't just- I have to give you something in return." You moan as Dutch's fingers ghost over your hardened nipples.

"Nonsense." Dutch whispers, kissing down your midsection until he rests between your legs. Your stomach aches with want as you spread your knees for Dutch.

He's gentle and slow, leaning down to kiss the inside of your right knee. Nothing can be heard but your quickening breaths as Dutch snakes his arms under your knees, pulling your hips closer towards the edge of the couch, closer to his mouth.

"D-Dutch?" You ask, unsure of his advances, your relationship is quite new, and Dutch hasn't gone this route with you yet. His dark eyes meet your own, glancing up from between your trembling legs.

"Oh, my dear…" Dutch whispers, hand coming up to brush his knuckles against your cheek. His golden rings are cold against your cheekbone, and a shiver runs up your spine.

"Trust me." Dutch asks of you. His eyes are deep with sincerity and you watch his tongue dart out over his lips for a second before you relax, nodding to him. All he has done for you, all he has given you, and Dutch has never once lied. The nerves that were tightening in your gut melt away. He loves you, more than anything, and you can trust him.

“Okay, I do, I trust you…”

Featherlight fingers trail down your thighs, massaging the tender skin. It sets your skin alive, just his hands on your legs. He traces the goosebumps, trailing down your knee.

"My beautiful girl…” Dutch growls.

He lifts your knees over his shoulders, placing them on either side of his head before moving inward. Wet, needy kisses are pressed to the insides of your thighs, dripping with your wetness in the candlelight. His needy breaths are warm on your thighs as he works on a particular spot, kissing, sucking and nipping all the like. A dark purple mark makes itself evident against your skin and Dutch eyes it with pride. Your breath hitches as he runs his thumb over the mark.

“Mine.” He growls, to which you nod.

“Yours, all yours Dutch. P-Please no more teasing, I-” you whimper, bucking your hips up in search of any type of friction. The throbbing between your legs has grown tenfold and you can feel your pulse quickening.

Dutch glances up to you, and you look so pretty before him, face flushed and eyes squinted shut as you grip onto the tops of your thighs. Your legs are trembling on his shoulders with pure want. If you asked, he would get you the moon. How could he ever deny you? His needy girl… so beautiful.

“Sorry princess, teased too much. I’ll take care of you now, just relax for me.” Dutch whispers against your heated skin. Your head rests back against the couch cushion, and you try to steady your breathing. It hitches in your throat when two thick fingers stretch into your cunt, curling up slowly. The pressure builds right in that sweet spot. His tongue finds your clit, and he flicks over it in rhythm with his fingers. The sensations he sends through you are blinding, seizing away any type of rational thoughts from your mind. The moans start falling from your parted lips and you can’t stop them if you try. Little wisps of hair cling to your face with a mixture of sweat and bathwater, but you can't bring yourself to brush them out of your face, too wrapped up in sensations.

“Goddamnit, you taste so good for me.” Dutch whispers against your core, warm breath against your clit sending a shiver up your spine.

Any former worries from the day fall away as Dutch takes care of you. The sight of you, spread before him just begging for his touch drives him wild. He wants for nothing more than to take you right now, over and over, watching those breathy little whimpers fall from your lips as you cum again and again, but you deserve nothing short of the princess treatment. Dutch’s mouth pulls away for a split second, and he glances up to your fluttering eyelashes with a smirk.

“Do you like that? Like how I’m touching your cunt?” Dutch growls, fixating on the contortions of your face as he pumps his fingers. Pleased with your quick nods, Dutch chuckles as you grip his hair and push his head back down in between your legs. Almost too quickly, you can feel the waves of pleasure rolling over you, crashing waves and drowning you all the like. Your thighs clamp down on Dutch’s head, and even then he doesn’t stop, working you with his mouth and hands until your climax peaks and falls. The noises you make- God, they drive him mad. His cock is hard pressed against the foot of the couch where he kneels, from your noises alone. You release his hair from your iron grip, apologizing lightly as you bring your knees down off of his shoulders. Your clit throbs from overstimulation and you wince slightly as you readjust yourself. Really it’s not a big deal, but of course he notices. Dutch’s brows draw together at your wince and he leans up from between your knees until he’s face to face.

“Too sensitive? Need a break?” Dutch asks, brushing the wet pieces of hair behind your ears. His mustache is glistening with your slick, causing a blush to form across your cheeks. He’s naughty.

“Just for a few minutes, I’m sorry.” You whisper, placing your hands on his chest.

Dutch smiles crookedly, running a finger from the jut of your jaw down to your chin.

“Oh, my dear… don’t apologize. It only gives me more time to wind you up.”

With a deep chuckle that causes your breath to hitch, Dutch brings his hands up to your breasts. Kisses are peppered along the underside of your jaw as Dutch makes slow circles around your hardened nipples. Subconsciously, you press your torso against his hands, leaning into his touch as you moan. Both hands wrap around his neck, and you grip into him like a lifeline. He presses his ring against your nipple. Its cold, hard surface almost has you climaxing before it's pulled away and replaced with his mouth. Kisses and gentle bites are pressed against your breasts as he works on a spot, leaving behind a few deliciously dark marks. You feel ready, the ache between your legs has been replaced with another blinding wave of arousal. Signaling this, you thrust your hips up against him, moaning when his cock brushes against your folds.

“I could touch you like this all day, hear those sweet moans, hear you crying out my name. Shit, princess.” Dutch groans as you grind against him.

He stands up from the ground, keeping his arm outstretched to you as he sits down beside you on the couch. You’re a little confused, and the crease between your eyebrows makes itself evident until he reaches over and pulls you into his lap. You straddle his thighs, facing him and wrapping your arms around his neck. This position gives you leverage to choose your own pace, it'll also provide deeper penetration, which you’re glad for.

You lean in to catch his lips, relishing in the taste of whiskey combined with your slick. His lips alternate between soft and greedy, like he’s trying to hold himself back. You pull away with a cocky grin, leaning up to allow him entrance.

“Don’t hold back, Mr. van der Linde.” You chastise, sliding the whole way down onto his length. The groan that tears through the air is nothing short of heavenly. Hell, you could climax on the spot from the sound alone. His hands hold onto your hips with an iron-like grip, leaving bruises as he lifts you up a little, only to ram back into you. His hips are vulgarly slapping against the flesh of your ass as you lean against his chest. His dark chest hair brushes against your stiffened nipples with every thrust, sending waves of pleasure through your body with every movement.

“My pretty girl, you’re so good for me.” Dutch growls, fucking up into you. You rock your hips in motion with his, riding him as he takes you. Your nails leave little scratches from where they dig into his back and neck, but you don’t notice, head thrown back as you cry out his name. He digs his nose into your neck, kissing and nipping at your pulse point while one hand snakes between your bodies to massage your clit.

“Yeah, I know you like that, princess. Let me hear that beautiful voice.” Dutch commands, hips thrusting erratically as you moan his name. It sounds so much more beautiful coming from your lips. He never thought the name ‘Dutch’ to be anything special, but oh to hear this? To hear you crying out his name as you ride him? Well he would do anything to stay in this moment.

Tightness pools in your gut and you feel the cliff that you’re approaching. Your legs burn from rocking against Dutch’s hips, but you can’t bring yourself to mind. You’re too drunk on pleasure to care.

“Oh, I’m so close, Dutch- so close. Don’t stop.” You beg, digging your groin down against his fingers harder, and clenching at the friction.

“Wouldn’t dream of it, my dear.”

Taking the cue from your needy whines and the way you’re dragging your clit against his hand, Dutch picks up the pace. He thrusts up into you hard, driven by the divine sounds that you’re making. He uses his hands, and rings, to his advantage, stimulating your sensitive bud with the cool metal as he circles it.

Dutch groans when he feels the clench of your thighs around his legs, the constricting of your walls around his shaft. Blinding pleasure shoots through you like a shockwave, tightening every muscle and causing you to rock against Dutch with whimpering, shuddering breaths. He works you through it, keeping a steady pace as he talks you through it.

“My good girl, that's it. Shhh… easy, easy” Dutch coos, sliding in and out as he rubs your clit. It’s almost too much. You shudder against him, hands clamping down on his shoulders as your moans echo loudly throughout the house. If you hadn’t already woken up your neighbors, surely they’re up now. His name falls from your lips like a mantra, for a few moments you can’t form any type of coherent speech other than the words: “ohh,” “yes!” and “Dutch!”

Not that he's complaining…

As you come down from your orgasm, whimpering and whining at the overstimulation of his hips thrusting into you, he feels his own approaching.

"Oh, baby. I'm gonna-" Dutch begins, but you interrupt him by crashing your lips against his own. Immediately you allow him access to your mouth, and he laps your taste up like a starved man. His mustache brushes along your lips as he bites the lower one, causing a little pain to shoot through it before he licks the spot and eases it.

His thrusts grow quick, sporadic and untamed and you breath hotly as he hits your sweet spot with every movement. One last deep thrust and a guttural groan that teats through the room like a knife, he spills his spend inside of you. You lean your forehead against his own, sweat dripping down your skin as Dutch whispers.

"Feeling better then?"

You nod against him, not moving in order to soak up every ounce of this moment.

"I love you…" Your voice falters for a moment, overcome with emotion from the way Dutch has taken care of you. He's heard your admissions of love before, but this time it is so raw that his heart cracks.

"I love you too, princess… Now c'mon. Between the two of us, it appears we're gonna need to run another bath."

#dutch van der linde x reader #dutch van der linde #dutch x reader #dutch van der linde x female reader #dutch van der linde smut #rdr2 dutch #rdr2 fanfiction

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windhamsrotunda · 1 year

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Pairing: Christian Cage x Female! Reader (in her late 20's) x Edge (WWE)

Synopsis: - influenced by the song "Guys My Age" by Hey Violet. You haven't seen your ex since you broke up with him a little over a year ago. As soon as your two older neighbors, Adam and Jay, have acknowledged you being single, you find yourself getting the attention you desired from the grown up's when you were once with your ex.

Rating: Mature (18+ Only! Minors dni)

Warnings: rpf (real person fiction), fluff, strong language, birthday sex (it's the reader's birthday), threesome, fluffy smut, Adam and Jay comfort/praise the reader, pet names (angel, our love, dove) age gap (as mentioned above, characters are in their late 20's and late 40's), dry humping / oral (m receiving) aftercare in the shower with Jay, etc.

Total Word Count: 3,005

Today was your very special day, your 28th birthday. A birthday you hope would be better than the last one. Your ex-boyfriend ruined your last birthday for you. Why? Because that pretentious asshole broke up with you right on the spot all over a little heated argument that occurred over a week ago the following year. You sat alone in your house, the house that was once lived in with another person, your ex-boyfriend.

A sigh bolted out of your chest as you contemplated on either going out by yourself for your birthday at a restaurant or staying home. You felt unloved ever since the "man of your dreams" left you in such an unexpected way which shattered your heart in a million pieces, but you had neighbors that you knew. Neighbors who were significantly older than you who'd probably take good care of you and spoil you rotten. It sounded weird about the thought of having a "friends with benefits" relationship with both of your hot neighbors Adam Copeland and Jay Reso, maybe you were desperate to get the right attention from the dilfs next door.

"Fuck it," a thought erupted through your brain cells as you found yourself wandering next door to Adam and Jay's house. When you made it to their front porch, you slowly raised your fist to knock on the brown wooden door waiting for one of them to answer. The next thing you knew, the door handle turned slightly and it flung open.

"Hi, y/n! Happy birthday!" Jay greeted you with arms enveloped around you.

"Thank you, Jay. Mind if I come in?" You crack a smile, moving strands of your hair out of your face.

He nodded in acknowledgment, "Don't mind at all, love." Placing a quick wet kiss on the surface of your hand, the random kiss made you blush like a mad woman.

"Thank you," thanking him once again, you took a big step inside of the spotless home. No one had their house this clean, you thought. As Jay closed the door behind you, you casually walked over to the couch and sat yourself down on it. The smell of candles filled the air, you quickly recognized the smell of the candle, lavender. Your favorite type of candle smell.

"Happy birthday, dear." you have heard Adam say from the other room, "Can I get you something to drink?"

"Thank you, Adam, but no thank you at the moment." you replied.

Jay grabbed his coffee cup that sat on the coffee table, "So, y/n, I heard you told Adam that you were single," he raised his cup up to his lips, beginning to drink out of his cup, his blue orbs twinkling.

"Yes," you flashed him another friendly smile, "I told him less than a week ago. And I'm not happy about it."

He gave you a pitiful look. A look that you could never forget.

"Awe sweetheart, please know you'll find another man who will love and appreciate you for who you are. Fuck that asshole of a boyfriend you had, we all know for a fact he wasn't being so good to you."

You rubbed the pad of your shoulder, looking up at the much older men, they were now both standing over you paying close attention to you. They looked at each other for a glimpse of a second before turning their attention back to you making your eyebrow raise in confusion.

"Is everything okay?" You abruptly ask, feeling as if they were up to something. First, the kiss on your hand from Jay once you walked into the house, then realizing that they put your favorite type of candle lit up on their coffee table.

"Oh yeah, everything is alright, it's just we have something to tell you that we were holding back for a while now." Adam's lips curled into a smirk at you, "please don't be alarmed once we tell you it."

"Me? Alarmed? No," you chuckled nervously by the thought of what they were about to tell you. "you can tell me anything."

Jay placed his hands deep in his front pockets, he let out a small sigh.

"A beautiful young woman like you needs to be loved, so since you're the birthday girl, me and Adam decided on our own terms that we would show you how much we love and care about you. We know your last birthday was ruined by the asshole boyfriend you've had, so why not do this?"

Jay gestures out a hand to you, you accept his hand in yours, he brings you up to your feet. He grazed over your thumb, his ocean blue eyes beaming right at you as you felt all of his weight slowly tower into you. A kiss was developed on your soft, small lips and hell did it surprise the living shit out of you. You tasted every ounce of the sugary taste that was on his lips from sipping his coffee, you could see from the corner of your eye that Adam was watching and getting a visible erection from his black skinny jeans.

"I need you." Jay suddenly announced in between kisses, slightly pulling himself away to look you in the eyes once more, his eyes asking: "Do you really want to do this?"

"Take me, please Jay." you plead in a blissful tone.

His hands were beginning to work the straps of your dress off, letting it hit the solid wooden floors. You stepped out of your dress, leaving yourself in your laced black bra and underwear.

"Oh my God, Adam. Isn't she stunning?" he asked his best friend of thirty years, earning a soft gasp from the ultimate opportunist.

"Yes. She's more than stunning, she is drop-dead gorgeous and it looks like we need to take good care of her." Adam spoke in a lustful, deep voice.

"Lay down on the couch," Jay demanded in a delicate manner, pointing at the couch you sat upon earlier.

You nodded in an attentive response, laying yourself down, stupidly blushing at their reactions and how slack-jawed they were. Adam walked over to you kneeling down next to you, pressing trails of kisses from the nape of your neck all the way down to your belly, making your body spasm in pleasure.

"Help me hold her in place while I take off her bra and panties for her. She is too fuckin' squirmy for me to handle by myself."

Jay held you down gently while Adam removed the remaining material off of your body. He signaled for Jay to start playing with himself as he straddled you in his clothed lap, you began to rock yourself back and forth on his knee, practically dry humping him.

"Such a pretty, pretty girl." he praised, "How did we get this lucky to have you naked in front of us?"

You got yourself off on his lap by the words he coherent, begging for more like a dog in heat. You could feel yourself on Adam's erection bulging through his pants, earning a low growl from the 49-year-old man.

"My god you're already wet?" he chuckled darkly, "We haven't gotten to the fun part yet, my love."

Jay was palming himself through the tight fabric of his black dress pants, a frustrated moan bubbled out of his chest. You were already wet for the two older men, a rope of wetness leisurely leaked out of your garden. Hearing Jay’s moans was like harmony to your ears, the sight of him touching himself by the fact of him wanting you had made your head fuzzy and unable to think straight forward or coherent clear sentences in ancient tongue. Along with Adam who had his head tilted back against the back of the couch, a fainted groan drew from his lungs right when your parted thighs brushed up against the head of his clothed cock.

‘’Need you inside of me,’’ a cry ruptured your lungs, your moonlit face falling into the nape of his neck.

‘’So needy,’’ Adam t’sked. ‘’Jay, get over here, It’s your turn to take over her little body.’’

As soon as he left your side, you couldn't hold yourself back from pouting. Your bottom pink lip was puffed out, impatient and eager to have sex with your dilf neighbors on your birthday. In desperation for something much more than dry humping Adam, you grabbed Jay by the hand and lured him onto the couch with you, pushing him down on his backside undoing his dress pants followed by his boxers. Once you freed him out of his cage, his aching, veiny length hit against his abdomen. Clear precum seeped out of the head of his cock, you wrapped your whole hand around him, your tongue darting against the side of his shaft, he grasped onto locks of your h/c hair and pushed you further down on him.

Adam's teeth grazed across his bottom lip watching your spit form on Jay's shaft, bobbing your head up and down as your other hand played with his balls until you were completely gagging softly around him.

"Ah, ah, fuck y/n. I'm gonna explode any minute. My god, do you take me well in that mouth of yours." a warning was given out to you, this was the sloppiest head you ever given a man besides your ex. Hearing him pant and moan from above you, he gripped onto the back of your head with knuckles turning a ghostly white, painting his seed in your hollowed mouth. Pulling away, you managed to swallow every last drop of his seed that went down your throat, a "that's our good girl," was spoken out of Jay. You knocked the breath out of his lungs, a bead of sweat rolled down the side of his face, his chest rising up and down.

Adam and Jay had taken turns with you, the threesome lasted for about an hour until all of your bodies were completely worn out. Orgasm after orgasm, breath after breath, moan after moan. Adam's hips thrusted forward, his length throbbing inside of you having your pussy in a vice grip. When he finished inside of you completely coating your walls with his white seed, a groan escalated out of him, he was still inside of you for a few seconds before pulling out. You saw an aesthetically pleasing starry night, eyes bulging out of your thick skull as you felt strong, tattooed arms cover your waist. You were in another world, your head fuzzed out, still shaking from the good sex he and Jay gave you for your birthday.

"Are you okay?" he asked you, slightly waving a hand in front of your face.

"Y-yeah," you breathed out, "I just can't believe how good the two of you were to me."

"It's always our pleasure." he planted a kiss on your forehead.

Jay exited out of the bathroom.

"Hey y/n, if you want to take a shower the bathroom is now open." he said with a gentle smile upon his face.

"Thank you, Jay and Adam."

You hoisted yourself off the couch, still feeling weak in your knees strolling over to the bathroom and entering it. You shut the door on your way in, the first thing you noticed was the shower had a huge shower head above with men's body wash and shampoos neatly stacked in rows on the new silver racks mounted to the corner of the white tiles of the shower wall. Pulling the curtain forward, you stepped in, twisting the knob of the shower to "Luke warm", the power of the shower head spurted down on your body and you tightly pulled the decorated curtains shut. A sigh of relief had echoed through the painted blue walls of the bathroom.

Running both hands through your wet hair, a knock on the door had startled you which made you jump out of your skin.

"Come in!" you exclaimed.

The sound of the door handle turning sounded a bit fainted to you, you heard the unzipping of pants and the next thing you knew, Jay had entered the shower with you.

Muscular arms had wrapped tightly around your waist, his chin resting upon your shoulder.

"What is Adam doing?" you blurted out, a chuckle came out of Captain Charisma.

"He's just laying down, honey. You completely got us fucked out. That is why he is probably sleeping by now." he jokingly replied to your random question, not minding your complete randomness at all laughing. "How about I wash you up, yeah?"

Leaning toward the mounted rack of the shower where their body washes and shampoos sat, he unscrewed the cap to the body wash.

"Hope you don't mind men's mint body wash."

"Don't mind at all, Jay." A smile tugged on your lips, he began to lather you in the body wash, the sensation rushed through you and the strong but addicting smell of the mint singed your nostrils.

You could feel it in your lungs, Jay's hands worked down your backside and all around your body making you feel the most comfortable. He hummed a little tune while he continued to wash your body making sure he got every ounce of your skin completely rinsed and cleaned. You turned around to be face-to-face with the 49 year old man, you rested your chin on his shoulder as the water continuously flowed down on both of your naked bodies.

"I haven't felt this much love and desire in over a year. A year seems like a lifetime." you close your eyes, cracking a smile once again.

He stroked your backside, slowly gliding his rough fingertips in an up and down motion.

"You deserve to be loved by someone who actually cares so damn much for you and who won't take you for granted." he proclaimed, "Me and Adam care about you a whole lot more than words can express. We wouldn't be doing all of this if we didn't love you."

Happy tears began to form in the crease of your e/c eyes. Overwhelmed by the love he showed you and the words he said to you, your fingertips swept underneath his jawline, pulling him into a feverish kiss.

"So glad to have you guys in my life." you nuzzle up against him.

"Us too, y/n. We are so happy to have you in our lives as well. We had so much fun with you today."

A few moments spared heavily making out in the shower with Jay until the bathroom was filled with nothing but gray fog from the hot water, he decided to turn it off. Reaching for two pearl white toned towels that were neatly folded on the back of the toilet he wrapped you securely in the towel. He whispered sweet nothings in your ear, which made you melt on the inside instantly.

"I love you so, so much y/n. You have no clue how much you mean to me and Adam." he would repeat until the words had lost their meaning to it.

A shade of pink appeared on the apples of your cheeks, awestruck and how lucky you were to have the two men to worship the ground you walked on, you were grateful for them in every aspect. You and Jay walked out of the bathroom with hands interlocked, Adam was sound asleep on the couch covered up with a heavy blanket and the feathery pillow resting on the back of his head. You glanced up at the clock, "11 p.m." my god you didn't know it was that late at night.

"I believe I should get going," you suggested, slipping your clothes back on and giving Jay a quick peck on the lips. "Thank you so much for having me over for my birthday. It was the best birthday a woman could ever ask for."

"You are welcome, dove. Please know you are always welcome to come over. Have a goodnight and happy birthday."

You let go of his hand, he waved goodbye and the two of you went your separate ways for the night. You were left with all smiles, no disappointment at all shown on your face. When you arrived home, a text message dinged through your phone. Opening the imessage, it read:

"Hey, just so you know we really enjoyed having you over. Me and Adam are beyond grateful for a girl like you and you deserve the entire world. Maybe this new chapter in your life was what you needed all of this time, spending quality time with us and not only that, but making you feel as good as we made you feel was the highlight of our day. Cheers to new beginnings." - Jay

The text message he sent to you just now had made you tear up a bit. Resting your head against the headboard of the bed, soon, you drifted off into a deep slumber with the day you spent with Jay and Adam in your thoughts and dreams.

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headingalaxys-spicy · 7 months

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Wow, I didin't know you write for 2ptalia! Not complaining tho, how would the countries (just pick your faves) react to darling choosing their 2p counterpart over them? And what will they do in retaliation to being the unchosen one?

Me: Gets 98% writing only to realize I answered it backwards. hahahahahhhh. So here a twofer. Reader being rejecting both original and 2p! Hope you guys enjoy!

2p America: How much Fall flavored shit do you need woman? *Shows pack of Pumpkin Jojo’s, Pumpkin pie flavored Oreo’s, and Caramel Apple creamer* Also the fuck is so funny?

Me: Roast post.

2p America: What?

Me: Shut up and laugh dammit! *throws notebook that ask was written in*

Characters: America (Obivious as fuck I’d pick him), Canada, England, Germany, Italy, Japan, and Russia.

🍔🇺🇸America 🍔🇺🇸 “WHAAAAAAAT? YOU’RE INTO A MAN WHO’D RATHER FUCK HIS NAILY BAT?!?! HAVE YOU LOST YOUR MIND? ARE YOU CRAZY?” He shouts into the early evening air. He was so loud with that last remark that it took a few moments for passersby to look away from you.

“Alfred! Please keep your voice down! And please release your grip on my arm!” You shrug away harshly to keep space between the two of you. You disliked that he was spouting nonsense.

“Y/N, please….” You avoid his eyes; you know they were a honey-laced trapped that you knew plenty of unsuspecting people fell for.

“I’m sorry, Alfred, but he and I work better together and I don’t have to explain that.” Voice was shaky but you knew you’d be away from him soon. Still avoiding his gaze you say ‘Good-Bye’.

After you’ve left him to be alone with his raw feelings, he will go punch a few brick walls to let off some steam.

He’s going to go home and ugly cry and eat Half-Baked while he’s half-baked himself making him whole again after a few months pass.

(Damn reader, you a savage, we now have a sad burger man.)

🕶️🇺🇸2p America 🇺🇸🕶️: “SERIOUSLY DOLL? You go for a man whose entire fucking shtick is eating a shitload of burgers! That bitch wants to be Nikocado Avacado so bad!”

He’s grinning his teeth. The fury radiated off of him like a heater. He’s gripping the phone so tightly that small indents are beginning to form. He wasn’t interested in prolonging his suffering so he hung up in your face before you even had a chance to try and placate him. The phone meets its demise. The titanium, metal, and nanotech that once resembled a black brick now resembled black sand of sorts.

He goes out drinking and partying for the night. Why not be hedonistic to high hell if he doesn’t have you?

He complains about you to others in the FACE family, saying things like: What was there not for them to like about the blood-dusted roses? They show devotion and dedication or whatever bullshit Oliver was on about!

Oliver: “I heard that, you ungrateful tosser! Pay up in the swear jar!”

Alex: “Fuck yo-” A knife nails his leg and he wails out in pain.

He ain’t giving up though he’s going to attempt time and time again to get the McDumbass away from you and into his arms.

🍁🇨🇦🐻‍❄️Canada🐻‍❄️🇨🇦🍁: Most of you reading this post already know he’s going to cry.

You were kind enough to let him down gently when you video-chatted him. “I’m sorry, Matthew. I’m just really feeling this other guy and I do it with sincerity that you find someone who suits you.” The pregnant silence was deafening but nothing compared to the pipes behind his violet orbs about to burst. He said, “Okay, farewell, Y/N. I hope you and Matthieu will be happy” before he ended the call. God, that was a cursed sentence. The pipe had burst and tears spilled through his darkened lavender pools. It takes him about 45-minutes to get off the floor and he opens his Tim Horton’s app and gets a hot chocolate with extra whipped cream and a few Canadian maple and honey crullers. Once it’s delivered, he will devour his meal and sink onto the couch, watching whatever random thing he’s put on Netflix. All while soaking the couch in his copious amounts of tear-soaked Kleenex.

He’s going to stress-bake pastries while listening to some podcasts to do his best not to think about it.

He’s also going to turn off his phone intentionally and put it in a phone jail for 78 hours so he doesn’t accidentally waste 5 hours looking at your cute face and the man that has always gotten in his way ever since he came into existence.

🐻🇨🇦2p Canada 🇨🇦🐻:

His right eye twitched in frustration over the text message being the only thing he got. His anger swelled the more he thought about it. It was like a boiling pot of water that went from a mildly active simmer to raging waters supported by the heat of a recently awoken volcano. He snuffs out his 4th cigarette, only halfway done and just thinking about his sickly sweet 1p receiving your attention and love.

He gets crossfaded for the night, so he can numb the stinging pain of rejection. Once he’s done with being on his drug and booze-filled bender he’s going to get to plotting to get you back.

Even Kuro was high-key annoyed that the snow-colored bear also had your affection. An aggravated growl leaves the beast as his owner reassures him that in time: you will be with them… permanently.

☕️🫖🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿England🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿🫖☕️: He’s in his tea room drinking scalding hot Earl Grey. The burn on his tongue felt better than the rejection he received. You picked the pastel palette psychopath with cannibalistic tendencies.

‘Why y/n why? Why in the world would you want to date that Nutter? Is it because I can’t cook for shit?’ Will be some of the thoughts that echo around in his mind as he blankly stares at his tea until the early hours of the morning.

‘Dodgy Oliver’ ‘What the fuck?’ ‘Bloody hell, has the world gone mad!?’

He considers making a love potion to make you love him. (Since this is the normal 1p we’re talking about Arthur’s code of ethics hasn’t been entirely yeeted out the door.)

He will lurk on your social media profiles for a couple of weeks before he picks himself back up again. 🧁🎀☠️ 2p England ☠️🎀🧁 Mans has been sitting in his elegant pastel library while rage, sadness and disgust are spilling from his eyes. His heart crumbled into his stomach. When his shiny bright baby blues darkened in hue after reading your text he couldn’t help it. “Hey Oliver…. I know this will be difficult to read but I’ve decided that I’m going to be exclusive with Arthur. I really do hope you can find someone for you. Goodbye.” After a few minutes of letting the river flow onto the desk and pages of his prized cookbooks his mind wonder about how you came to the conclusion to go steady with Arthur. Were you daft? Were you under a spell? Did Arthur trick you? Regardless, Oliver was beginning to crave a special sweet treat that will require him to pay the tsundere British man a visit.

💪🇩🇪 Germany 🇩🇪💪: He’s going to be dumbfounded that you picked Lutz. Like bro has to stare at his phone for 5 full minutes re-reading your text. He tries to make scientific sense of how in fuck you came to the conclusion to like Lutz. After this, he’s just going to curse in his mind for a few hours while he pets his German Shepards while he has maybe a dozen or so cold ones. Ludwig will stare into the void and be like ‘WARUM!?! Auf keinen Fall! Das gibt’s doch nicht!’

No matter what, it will never make sense to him. He will be despondent for a while but with the help of Prussia, Italy, and Japan (and his two favorite things Beer and Schnitzel) he’ll be fine.

You live rent-free in the back of his mind though. While ‘Why for the love of god would you pick someone like him?’

💤😴2p Germany😴💤While staring at the screen with bloodshot eyes…he won’t shed a tear, whine, or break things to let out his frustrations. He does nothing. He knows it’s not worth it. He knows he’s not what many would call a “catch”. Sure he has a rugged charm of sorts but that doesn’t mean it makes up for his mentally unwell state of working for Luciano. He will simply stare at the text message that read:

Hey Lutz, I think it’s best that we just be friends. Ludwig and I are going steady. I just wanted to be transparent with you. I’m sorry.

Even as empty as the words felt, he stared at them with a mixture of regret, sadness, and self-pity. After a while, he releases the phone to fall onto the bed. Well, if there’s nothing he can do, he may as well just jerk it to someone who looks like you.

🍝🇮🇹Italy🇮🇹🍝 Let's be real he takes your rejection like a champ. He'd been rejected by tons of people before. He’s a professional flirter what do you expect? He’ll go to another bar and snag more bitches.

This doesn’t mean that later he’s going to realize: WHY ARE YOU DATING A DANGEROUS MAN???????

(Yes, I took this angle for him. Feliciano can be baby but ooooooh lawd he can be a player. He got that 🌟✨duality✨🌟)

🔪🇮🇹2p Italy🇮🇹🔪: His favorite switchblade is tossed back and forth like an acrobat during a finale. Rage is spilling through his pores. His ears burn as honesty comes spilling from you.

“Maybe it’s best if we can be friends. I’m romantically intertwined with Feliciano and he’s a really sweet guy and I have to take a chance with him.” Your honesty was charming just as it was brutal. It was horrible for him to think about losing you. Your melodic voice was like hearing a live chorus from the musical Baroque of the 1600s. His dream of having you with him was shattered by the idiotia constantly waving a white flag. He stabs the right arm of the chair that he was seated in and drags the knife backward. Cotton and alligator leather were ruined in the blades' wake.

He was going to give the bastard something to cry for.

Bro is going to be wine-wasted for the rest of the night and become a little violent towards anyone who is within range of him. Kuro and Lutz 100% know to stay the hell out of his way until the storm has passed.

👹👺🇯🇵2p Japan🇯🇵👺👹: Oh fuck. You essentially set off an entity that’s similar to Slenderman. Kuro is silent and brooding and his plans are gruesome, slow, and violate the human code of ethics. You were brave enough to have the conversation with him over tea. The air is tense, filled with discontent, and hate. What a waste you’d fallen the evenly keeled Kiku. He cared too much about cherry blossoms, respect, blah, blah, blah. Why would you ever date someone with a massive tree up his ass? His hand will itch for the blade. He wanted to rid the world of Kiku’s existence right that second.

“Kuro, I’ll be honest I’ve found someone who matches my energy and I’m going to work it out with Kiku. We just work well together.” His eyes shot daggers at his green tea in an attempt not to scare you. He believes he still has a chance he’ll just have to convince you. However, he couldn’t suppress his vibes which could be cut by a plastic knife it was so thick. You bit your lip and gather your nerves. You pull out some yen from your bag to cover your drink and you leave in a huff. You knew from that point onwards that nothing in your life would ever be the same.

It takes Kuro an hour to finally end his staring competition with his tea. He’s never been so bothered in his life. He blocks you on all social media and uses his alt accounts to gather intel. He isn’t going to let you go, nor will he let Kiku win.

He definitely goes home that night to destroy a few trees and maybe even a few of his own men who dared to look at him the wrong way.

🇯🇵 🌸 Japan 🌸🇯🇵 He’s stunned. He will have few words in response.

“Okay, farewell Y/N… and it really was nice to meet you.” he will politely bow and walk away.

his heart will take a while to recover through because you a catch!

☠️🇷🇺 2p Russia 🇷🇺 ☠️Jesus Christ or Holy Fuck are the only phrases that are appropriate for the bitter resentment he has for Ivan. The normally just frigid atmosphere transformed into a bitter frost that could give anyone uninitiated to the cold instant frostbite. Ice on the window appears and freezes over behind him while he grips your written letter explaining to him why you made your choice. He’s nicer, his scarf was warmer and a much more inviting light pink than his confronting red one.

Outwardly he might be tame / measured inwards he’s brooding and plotting revenge on his counterpart….Only to execute none of it. He knows what he wanted is gone and he’s far too depressed to do something about it.

He’ll stay in his office while he writes out a complex seven-point plan placing a dead a dead gladiolus flower next to each. He imagines his rival in a pool of blood to make it easier for him to sleep at night.

🇷🇺🪆🌻Russia🌻🪆🇷🇺He does his best to choke back tears. He won’t lie you sent ice-picks straight to his heart. Thoughts about being lonely swarm his mind. It hurts him because you’re a mortal he’s grown fond of that didn’t have ulterior motives to be around him. He fiddles with his scarf to avoid your lovely (eye color) hues.

“I’m going to leave Y/N, farewell.” He leaves in order to keep at least some of his pride in tact.

‘Why Viktor? He’s even more terrifying than me!’ While he mulls over not winning you over, over some Vodka on the rocks a thought crosses through him:

‘Wait a minute if that psychopath can have a lover so can I! There is still hope!’

-End-

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The Lemon Tree Near Lavender Plants

A.N: Hello everyone! I have come back from the dead with another fic for you guys! This one is dedicated to my wonderful friend @sweaterrat !! Today is their birthday, please go follow them for her own awesome work and wish her a happy birthday. You are amazing and thank you so much for being a great friend, I hope you enjoy! Jae Out!

Song Inspiration: - Feel My Rhythm - Red Velvet - DITTO - NewJeans - In My Dreams - Red Velvet

“Okay! Don’t peek Niyah!”

“I’m not planning to Dee~”

“I feel like that’s half of a lie…”

She giggled, and continued to keep her eyes shut; there was a soft sound of dripping water from afar, which she figured was a water fountain. Donnie’s big and cold hands hovered in front of Niyah’s eyes as they moved forward, both of their footsteps were slow, sort of as if they were tiptoeing. Curiosity ran through Niyah’s mind, this was an all-of-sudden thing that Donnie said would be, “A fantastic experience for your eyes only! I will make sure of it!”

At the time, she only rolled their eyes and responded, “You know me like no other…”

Donnie and Niyah were pretty close, they were far from home, but the Mad Dogs welcomed her and her best friend, Kat, into their own family (which the two of them very much appreciated). Donnie kept his distance but there was something about Niyah’s energy that lured him in, wanting to know more about her. Yes, he had his tech, and that was all that had excited him for the past couple of years, and over these years, he started to get bored. He felt that there was something missing in his life. There was a time when all four of them were captured when attempting to take the dark armor, Leo had said something that at first didn't matter to him, “And we didn’t even give him grandchildren?!?”

It was stupid, but that was because he didn't care about that at the time. Now that the years have passed, something about that was bothering him.

It wasn’t really about “having grandchildren”, it went a bit deeper than that.

For most of his life, he only had April as a true friend. The four brothers were never privileged enough to get the opportunity to go out and socialize, their lives were isolated and at worst, very dull; Of course, this wasn’t in their control at all, humans are just mean.

With that information, Donnie had finally figured out that he wanted to branch out.

To have a significant other…

For the self-claimed “emotional bad boy”, Donnie was a hopeless romantic. Something about having someone care for you in a genuine and loving way had always made him go crazy, there was no math equation or dictionary that could define the true meaning of love, meaning that he would need to have experienced it to understand why many crave for it so much.

Donnie knew his morals, he couldn’t just grab someone from the street and ask them out, or just ask them to be his lover to experience love. So, he could only dream and hope that one day, society would change its mind about mutants. Over the years, he had started to set expectations for his future lover: how they looked, how they sounded, their hobbies, and if they liked science. These years went by faster than expected, he planned out how he would approach someone if the day finally would come.

Yeah, when the day would come; no one told him it would be more complicated and unpredictable than he wanted it to be. It was a slow process, and that’s what Donnie would’ve never predicted.

Now here we are, with Donnie covering Niyah’s vision. He was silent for a few minutes which made Niyah call his name.

“Donnie? Are you there?”

“Hmm?”

“Are you going to tell me why you brought me here?”

Donnie hesitated but he let his hands free from Niyah’s vision, he then swallowed his pride and announced with excitement.

“Why yes I will! I had the opportunity to take the day off to show you this wonderful area in the Hidden City.” As he finished, Niyah opened her eyes, her dark orbs illuminated by the bright colors all around her. It was a garden, a saturated garden. There were lots of bushes trimmed to different shapes: cubes, spheres, and even pyramids. The most eye-catching thing in the whole area was the arc bush they were standing in front of, there were multiple flowers blooming from the arc. They were bursting with life with their bright colors making them look almost unrealistic, but Niyah had to remember that they were in the Hidden City.

“This place looks wonderful!” Niyah smiled which made Donnie chuckle.

“I knew you would like it.”

The two of them heard birds chirping as they found a spot to lay their picnic blanket on. Niyah took the chance to look at Donnie, his eyes were fixated on a book he pulled out from his shoulder bag. She warmly smiled at him but then focused on the book he was holding.

“What did you pick today?” She asked.

“Wanna read the first sentence?”

“Why not,” Niyah shrugged.

She grabbed the book and opened it to the page that started the book, Donnie looked at her expression as she was reading. The sunlight hit her perfectly, making her beautiful locs glow from such warm light; he felt his face flush from staring but he was saved when Niyah quickly closed the book and handed it back to Donnie.

“I couldn’t understand the first sentence…” Niyah said in embarrassment, Donnie chuckled making Niyah even more embarrassed.

“Excuse me for not being as literate and smart as you,” they said in a teasing way.

“Sorry, I’m not laughing at your intelligence. I figured that you wouldn’t be able to understand.”

Niyah’s eyes widen and Donnie stops laughing. Sweating, Donnie coughed and babbled trying to form words, he wouldn’t be able to cover his dark blush now.

“That’s not what I mean! I’m just-” he then takes a deep breath to regain himself. “This book was written by an advanced university student from the 16th century. H-his language is outdated.”

“Oh,” Niyah quietly whispered.

Her shoulders soften and they start to relax, letting the cool breeze flow. Donnie swallowed, he had nothing else to say to her, so he opened the book and started to read it. Data collection calms him down.

Niyah held the crystal they had hung from her necklace, it was something she had to bring with her at all times. It was also a reminder that she needed to be somewhere else, they had a choice to make every day. It was an internal battle to just tell the Mad Dogs to keep working on a plan to get her and her best friend, Kat back home or to let the days go by without a second glance.

There was a popular saying, “Live life to the fullest.” Right now, that was exactly what she was going to do.

Scooting closer to the softshell turtle, she leaned close to his shoulder which was clothed in a warm purple sweater vest.

Niyah spoke up, “What’s the book called?”

“Hmm?”

“The cover doesn’t display the title, what’s the book’s name?”

Donnie starts to warm up again, relieved that she wasn’t angry at him. Niyah’s aura always felt relaxing, it was so warm that he wanted to make it into a blanket and sleep in it all night. He turned back to the first page of the book, reading over the title. He smiles and then turns to Niyah.

“It’s called, ‘The Connections of Flowers and Time’. It’s a really interesting book if I say so, and I don’t say that often about these kinds of books.”

“Is it fiction?”

“It’s actually a documentary kind of book, the student did his own personal study with a bunch of different flowers and documented how these flowers would age over time. I can’t really explain the whole premise, I will be here all day.”

“Then tell me, I’m willing to learn. Especially from someone who truly knows what they’re talking about,” Niyah says. Her words made Donnie’s heart skip a beat, their tone was genuine and pure. His eyes lit up and he gave her an excited smile.

“You really want to learn?”

“Of course, you sound very passionate about this stuff, way better than my previous history teacher when we were learning about the Ten Amendments. Shoot me with information and never stop! I want to hear all of it from you Donnie!”

This was the thing that made Donnie realize that his whole body was reacting in such an out-of-character way. He was usually more composed; according to his plan, this was supposed to be the time when he would make a move or even just flat-out say his feelings out loud. It should’ve been easy, but he paused, even forgetting to breathe. He had to cough to himself and make more space for Niyah for her to get closer to him.

“Well… Today is my day off. We can start with the first two chapters for the rest of our stay.”

Niyah giggled and scooted even closer to Donnie, one of her hands held one side of the book while Donnie held the other. There was no way that Donnie would be able to go with his plan, this wasn’t even predicted at all from his previous research, but all he knew was that he was in love.

On Niyah’s end, she would wait another day for their plan home to continue, today was a day filled with peace and comfort. Donnie started to read the book to her as she was close to him, there was something that kind of bothered Niyah, it was a last-minute thought of hers. So, she spoke up.

“Wait… What day is it today-”

“August 23rd…” Donnie cut her off, and that’s when he finally gave her a cheeky grin.

“Happy Birthday Niyah.”

#rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt oc #tmnt oc #oc #oc x canon #rise of the tmnt #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt donnie x reader #rottmnt x reader #donnie x reader #donatello x reader #rottmnt donnie x oc #rottmnt lemlav #lemlav #HAPPY BIRTHDAY NIYAH!!!

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yeosatinyngz · 1 year

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hi, i'm baffled- you're so talented and friendly! happy anniversary, i hope i'll get to see you around for even longer! <3

for your amazing event, may i have mitsuya takashi with the prompt 16. “you two make such a cute couple.” “we’re not a couple.”?

(i don't mind who's speaking, feel free to choose it yourself!)

have a stupendous day/night and take care!

Hi! Omg stop, you’re making me blush and shi- you’re so sweet! I got you covered bestie. Thank you so much and I wish you to have the most fantastic day/night, take care of yourself!

#16: “You two make such a cute couple.” “We’re not a couple.”

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You have always admired Mitsuya, he was in your eyes the embodiment of a perfect human being. You joined the sewing club solely because he was the president and it meant you got to see him more. Your decision to join his club was one you didn’t regret as not only did you learn how to sew but you were able to become good friends with the lilac haired male.

After the club was finished you headed home with Mitsuya’s company as usual, which was what you always looked forward to. While you both were walking, an old lady in front of you guys fell and dropped her bag causing her belongings to spill onto the sidewalk pavement. You both hurried over to her side and helped her up. Mitsuya helped support her to keep her steady on her feet while you quickly crouched down to pick up her stuff and swiftly shoved them back into her bag.

Standing back up you handed her bag back to her, “Here you go ma’am.” “Oh thank you both so much, you are good kids.” You both just told her that it was not a problem at all and that you guys were just doing the right thing. She gushes at you both, “You two make such a cute couple.” “We’re not a couple” You quickly interjected. The woman was surprised but quickly added, “I’m rooting for you two” before she waved a bye to you both and went on her way.

You guys then continued walking but Mitsuya was deep in his thoughts. You were calling out to him until he finally snapped out of his thoughts. “Huh, what’d you say?” He asked. “I was just asking if you wanted to grab a bite to eat, what are you thinking about?” There was a moment of silence where he contemplated if he should just come clean or not, “Back then, why’d you deny we were a couple so quickly?” Shock was visible on your face, why was he asking you this?

“Well I just thought it would make you uncomfortable since someone as perfect as you would probably take great offense as to being seen as my partner.” Now it was his turn to be shocked. “What? I would never take that as an offense, rather I see it as a miracle.” You search in his eyes to see if he was lying or not and all you saw was pure genuine reflecting in his lavender orbs. “Was that a confession?” “I guess so, I wish I prepared a better one though but I want you to know that I’m not perfect, you are, you’re perfect for me.”

You smacked your hand over your mouth. Even after hearing those words coming out of his mouth, you still couldn’t believe it. Seeing you frozen in place Mitsuya wondered if he said anything wrong. “Uh Y/N, you ok?” You finally blinked after unconsciously staring into the void. “No- yeah, I’m just beyond shocked. I like you a lot you don’t even know.” “I’m glad to hear that cause I like you a lot too and I hope I conveyed that clearly.” You smacked your hand over your mouth again, internally screaming from how he was the sweetest guy ever to exist on this earth and how you will love him till the end of time.

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silvercrane14 · 11 months

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for the pride event !!! you said youd'd do them for fandoms you're not in so can you do maya fey from ace attorney? (she's a lesbian. to me) i find her very Draw-able and i hope you do too ehehe (also ily. dont forget that<3/p)

Lesbian Maya Fey!

[Image ID: A colored pencil drawing of Maya Fey from Ace Attorney. She is a chubby girl with warm brown skin and long brownish black hair. She has a bun, bangs with two longer strands in the front decorated with a large lavender orb each. She wears a yellow kimono with orange trimming and a reddish orange obi that ties into a big bow in the back. She wears a magenta pullover over it and orange sandals. These colors are the colors of the lesbian flag. She is smiling faintly, seated on an invisible surface and kicking her legs. /End ID]

My event:

#crane answers #demi 🌈#crane's pride month event #image id #crane draws #maya fey #ace attorney #ace attorney fanart #lesbian!maya

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I'm Reading the Drizzt Novels and You Can't Stop Me: Exile

I DID knock a second book out, which means at this rate I will start reading books I haven't already read by May if we go by "two in a month" but by late March if we go by "one a week" I should probably speed this up.

Exile is much simpler plot wise and also, despite being the middle child of the Dark Elf trilogy, is the best, because it's Drizzt Depression Hours and also is our last long look at Menzoberranzan drama for a while.

So Drizzt and his lavender orbs ran away from Menzoberranzan at the end of Homeland, and Exile covers this period. Basically, being alone in the Underdark is soul-crushing, and he develops a dissociative identity he calls The Hunter who is focused on survival, but is at the risk of losing his personhood but for Guenhwyvar, who, as an astral plane summoned spirit of a panther, can only be around half a day every two days. He is fucking losing it and himself and is constantly having internal battles because he's so desperately lonely he risks being found by potentially hostile creatures but also The Hunter is like STOP WHAT ARE YOU DOING and generally he is utterly miserable. I enjoy this kind of shit in fiction, so this is great.

Back in Menzoberranzan, House Do'Urden, with help from Bregan D'aerthe (more on this in a second), wrecks but doesn't fully annihilate House Hun'ett but Head Matron Baenre is like "you shall absorb House Hun'ett and take your place on the ruling council of the eight top matrons" to Malice because Lolth wills it. Why does Lolth will it? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯. Anyway SiNaFay Hun'ett does NOT like this but goes along with it, pretending to be the eldest Do'Urden daughter. Briza Do'Urden, meanwhile, hates this.

Let's talk about Bregan Da'erthe because it's led by the greatest fucking guy ever: Jarlaxle. Jarlaxle is, undeniably, the most gay-coded character that has ever fucking existed. He is a bald drow man (in a matriarchal society) and exists outside the house structure, running a band of (male) rogues and mercenaries and assassins for hire and is basically making the most of his low status by being 100% only out for himself at all times. His outfit is rainbow colored in both the heat spectrum (this is how drow darkvision is explained, that they simply have infrared) AND the regular light spectrum. He owns what I think I described as boots of cuntiness which permit him to be soundless OR make sound, and canonically in a later book deliberately makes heel click sounds on a soft carpet in order to be Like That. He is generally at all times introduced as being one of a kind and out of the bounds of typical drow society and I love him.

The core of the plot actually kicks off when Malice sends Dinin and Briza (Drizzt's older brother and sister) to find him in the tunnels and kill him. They do find him, but fail to kill him, and Drizzt realizes "oh huh the highlight of my entire fucking year was my horrible siblings trying to murder me bc I'm so touch-starved that the lash of Briza's whip feels good, I should...do something about this." (He is also tormented bc he nearly breaks his vow to never kill another drow; as a paladin fan I love someone tormented by a nearly broken vow but like, babygirl they tried to kill you, you're being silly). What he does, because there's no therapy in the Underdark, is start stalking the svirfnebli, and eventually he sneaks into Blingdenstone, where they live. He turns himself in and basically gives himself over to their mercy on the grounds that he'd rather die among a relatively decent-seeming society than become more and more murderous in the tunnels. This will be echoed in a very unsubtle way by another character later.

Malice, realizing that Lolth is getting really mad that they can't seem to kill Drizzt, asks for a major boon which is inexplicably called Zin-carla, which basically lets her semi-puppet/semi-observe through the eyes of a reanimated Zaknafein, on the grounds that he is the only person who can probably kill Drizzt and also, well, it's real malicious. To do this, she sacrifices SiNaFay, which she and Briza think is just grand. Drizzt is at this time getting interrogated by gnomes who have silly names and talk a bit like Yoda, but eventually he asks about the gnome whom he spared during a patrol years ago. This gnome, named Belwar Dissengulp (this is not remotely the stupidest name in this series) vouches for him and also has sweet stone-working hands. He takes in the deeply traumatized Drizzt, who, after a brief but mercifully non-lethal Hunter outburst while hanging out with some gnome youths, starts to reacclimate to society and be like "wow so you're NOT all scheming against each other constantly? I must be in paradise." The gnomes begin to accept him as well and return his surrendered scimitars and panther, and all is very heartwarming until one day the Zakafein attacks.

This comes to the attention of the council of Blingdenstone because one of them, named Firble (also not the stupidest name in this series) is paying Jarlaxle for intel. This all travels up the line to King Schnicktick (still not the stupidest name in this series but we're getting up there) who's like Drizzt you gotta leave, and he does, but Belwar goes with him, so it's way less sad!

The rest of the book is their adventures running from Zaknafein and Drizzt being like "but my father is dead! but how" and I went long on the summary of the earlier stuff so the important things are:

They come across a pech (intelligent little rock creature) who has been polymorphed into a hook horror by an evil wizard and is losing himself and becoming the monster, in, yes, a very unsubtle and literal parallel to Drizzt. They call him Clacker and travel with him.

They run into the evil and deeply unhinged wizard who has a (written) accent I can best describe to TAZ fans as "Magic Brian" and best describe to D20 fans as "Romance Partner Baron from the Baronies." I am not an audiobook woman but I'm tempted to see how this is done in audio format.* Anyway Clacker loses himself to a rage and murders the wizard (Brister Fendlestick, not the stupidest name etc) and Drizzt is currently a fighter and Belwar has very limited abilities re: magic as well so they can't do anything about this. Also it's 2e right now so idk if you can just dispell or if you do need the original wizard.

The crew gets trapped by illithids who do their creepy-ass mind-control but as Zak is undead, he comes through like a sword tornado and unintentionally frees Drizzt, Belwar, and Clacker from their mind-slavery. Combat between our heroes, Zak, AND the illithids ensues and as Drizzt considers returning to Menzoberranzan to kidnap a wizard to help Clacker, Zak kills Clacker.

All of the above is interspersed with multiple cuts to Malice losing her shit as she focuses on controlling Zak from afar. Jarlaxle and Matron Baenre occasionally muse on the fate of House Do'Urden, which is truly up in the air as all this happens. House Baenre lends soldiers to help House Do'Urden defend itself while Malice is occupied; Dinin notices Bregan D'aerthe among them.

Drizzt and Zak have a final showdown in a cavern with ledges and also a giant pool of acid. Malice briefly loses control of Zak, who wrests control of his spirit and explains the situation to Drizzt and then jumps into the acid, ending his undeath. This is VERY bad for Malice, who is already as discussed falling apart (mostly figuratively but she has been rapidly aging as well).

Briza immediately stabs her mother to become the new Matron (Briza SUCKS but also this does make sense in that it's clear Malice has failed Lolth so it is the best chance for the house). However, House Baenre then launches its attack. Briza and Maya (who really has a very minor role in all this, Drizzt's unseen sister; fanfic writers this is some fertile ground for toxic yuri) are killed but Vierna is taken as essentially a spoil of war/powerful asset to be folded into the strength of Baenre. Dinin meanwhile is recruited by Jarlaxle, and seeing no other choice, takes it. (Fanfic writers this is some fertile ground for toxic yaoi).

Drizzt returns briefly to Blingdenstone with Belwar but is asked to leave as he did pose a threat by being there and, frankly, agrees. He decides to go to the surface with Guenhwyvar and see what happens next.

Anyway iirc book 3's most memorable things are 1. some sort of tragic event involving children who call Drizzt a "Drizzit" 2. Mooshie, who is not canonically Quebecois but is in vibes, taking Drizzt in. After that we jump to the wildly tonally different Crystal Shard (and Icewind Dale Trilogy) which I will attempt to summarize more briefly and with minimum grumbling about how much Wulfgar is a timesuck.

*apparently the guy who reads the Drizzt novels on audiobook is Victor Bevine, who is also CEO of some sort of Parkour-related foundation. However, Jason Charles Miller played Drizzt in a video game in 2013 which is very cool.

#i'm reading the drizzt novels and you can't stop me #m reads lod #long post

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anneimaginesundertale · 1 year

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Boss and Trashy's Wedding

Special thanks to @snowflakeimagines for her help with some sections of this, and, of course, to @trashybonecan. We wrote this together. I will freely admit that I cried writing parts of it. It's so beautiful! Congratulations, Boss and Trashy!!!

Also, Trashy drew some absolutely gorgeous art to go with this. I've asked her to submit it and then I will post that as well. The story is quite long, so I'm putting in a Read More after a certain point. Be sure to click it and read the whole thing!

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The Old Town Church in Ebott City was a beautiful old cathedral, complete with stained glass windows and gargoyles perched on the outer corners. Inside, the vaulted ceiling rose high, high above the congregation. Sounds echoed off the stone walls. When the choir sang, it sounded like hundreds of voices rising together. When the bells in the tower rang, you could hear them through the whole city.

Tonight the bells rang out joyously as guests walked into the church. The inside had been transformed. Candles flickered. Red and black silk had been draped along the pews, as well as dozens of red roses. Someone had positioned an old iron gate like a trellis for more roses behind a small table that held a guest book and an old fountain pen. Rose petals were scattered along the aisle, standing out against the dark stone floor. More roses covered the altar, except for the large black and gold book that sat in the center. The room was filled with excited whispers as handsome skeletons helped everyone find their seats.

Once all the guests were seated, the organ began to play a prelude. The doors swung open to reveal a woman and a skeleton walked arm in arm. The woman had dark hair pulled into an ornate style and decorated with a pink rose. It matched the black and pink hanfu she wore. Her skeleton companion wore a pink rose in the buttonhole of his dark suit. The two of them walked to the altar and stepped to either side. “Lookin’ good, Snow,” the skeleton said in a stage whisper.

“You too, big guy,” she whispered back.

The music changed to a march and everyone turned to look back at the doors again. A taller skeleton walked in with his skull held high, marching with the precision of a military man. The candlelight glinted off the silver skull pin on his scarlet cravat, the silver buttons on his waistcoat, and the ruby orb in the head of his cane. He stopped at the altar and looked at the shorter skeleton. Even with the organ, those near the altar could hear him whisper, “You didn’t forget anything, right brother?”

“I’m on it, Boss,” his brother answered. “Don’t worry. Just watch for Trashy.”

Boss nodded and looked at the doors expectantly.

The music changed to the traditional wedding march, and everyone stood to watch the bride make her grand entrance.

Trashy had her head low, her fingers fumbled with the flowers in her tiny hands, scattered with red roses, passion flowers, and lavender hanging. The doors rattled before slowly opening, presumably because of magic with silk attached to the door handles. Her heart was pounding out of her chest as she finally looked up, the same red tint of her rose scattered dress was dusting her cheeks. The lights shone down making her dress glow with yellow highlights, same as the hints of gold embroidery on her bodice. The long veil following behind her movement in the gold cross stitched lace of her hair. Her big eyes fluttered with red mascara as she crossed over the room before landing on Boss, she smiled flusteredly with her eyes swimming in nothing but pools of love and adoration for him. In a rarity, he got to see the embarrassed lilt to them as well along her now wobbly smile.

Arm-in-arm with her was Otoro, a family friend who treated Trashy like his own daughter. Half of his suit was red and the other was blue; both sides were patterned with faint silver outlines of fish scales. His indigo fedora had been decorated with two roses, one red and one blue, and he wore another red rose in his pocket to complete the look. His lips were pressed tightly together, as if he'd burst out bawling if he didn't keep his mouth shut, but he reached up to tip his hat in his family's direction when he met their eyes.

Trashy gave his arm a squeeze. "Oto-san..." Beneath her own tears, there was a hint of fond laughter in her voice.

Otoro could only manage an indignant, shaky hum in response.

The guests gasped in delight as she made her way up the aisle. Next to Boss, Red whispered, “Holy—“ only be stopped by a warning hand on his chest. Boss was transfixed on the vision of beauty coming toward him. His eyelights turned to hearts as she drew closer and closer. His soul hummed in his chest, unheard over the organ but very much singing to her soul, calling her to him.

Otoro and Trashy slowed to a stop just before reaching the altar. Otoro lifted a trembling hand to pet Trashy's hair, visibly choking down his sobs. “Oh... My little koi fish is all grown up... S-She's leaving the pond for the big sea already…” There was an almost childish whine in his watery voice, but as he removed the rose in his pocket and gently tucked it behind Trashy's ear, a proud smile suddenly broke across his face. “Heh... You really do take after your father.” He bent and kissed the top of Trashy's head. “I love you,” he murmured against her hair.

He held her for a few moments longer. During those moments, his eyes found Boss’. Despite the tears falling from them, he blinked not a single time as he pointed to Boss’ pelvis, then made a snipping motion.

I’ve done it before, he seemed to be saying. I’ll do it again.

With that last-minute message delivered, Otoro released Trashy at last. “Off you go,” he whispered, tipping his fedora at her with a cheeky -- albeit extremely shaky -- smile. He took his seat with his family and watched his daughter join the love of her life at the altar.

The Pastor was dressed in a very formal and traditional black suit with a red tie. He stood from his spot in the front pew and made his way behind the altar. He beamed at the bride and groom, the attendants, and the guests. Spreading his arms wide, he spoke. “Friends, my name is Pastor Jeff. I am so glad you are here with me today to celebrate the union of two very special people.” He smiled at Trashy. “I have known Miss Trashy here for years now and I am so grateful that she has found someone who is her perfect mate. Papyrus, I cannot think of anyone more perfect for Trashy than you. If you’re both ready, we can begin.”

Boss nodded, not taking his eyes from Trashy’s face.

Trashy nodded her head with a little smile and a giggle.

The pastor beamed at them. “Very good,” he said. “Now, I know monsters do things a little differently. They give rings like we do, but they’ve got a lot more meaning to them. They literally hold a little bit of the person’s soul, so that they’re giving away a bit of that to their new spouse. Just like for us humans, though, these rings are a symbol of a promise and a commitment, a commitment to love and cherish each other for the rest of your lives, no matter what. Do you have rings with you today, Papyrus and Trashy?”

Boss looked behind him at his brother. For a moment, it looked like Red was going to make a show of trying to find the ring, but he didn’t. Instead, with a grin, he pulled out a small velvet box and pressed it into his brother’s hand. There was a loud PBPPTT! that rang through the whole church. Boss peeled the mini whoopee cushion off the bottom of the box and flung it behind him into the depths of the flowers. He glared at his brother, who shrugged and grinned. “Had to, Boss. Traditions and all that.”

Boss turned his attention to Snow, silently begging her not to participate in the tomfoolery. Snow had a grin like the cat who’d swallowed the canary as she carefully pulled out a matching box and handed it to Trashy. PPBPTPT!!! She couldn’t contain her laughter. She had to turn her head away for a moment as Snow giggled and nuzzled herself against her with that same cheshire grin. She turned to Bossy and winked at him, giving Snow a kiss to her fringe and taking the whoopee cushion off to stuff it into her bra.

“Ooh, ya gotta surprise for later, Boss,” Red sniggered.

Pastor Jeff covered his mouth to hide his own amusement. “If you’re both ready,” he said after a moment, “we can keep going.”

Boss scowled for one more moment before setting his eyes back on Trashy. His face changed into a dreamy smile as he opened the little box and pulled out the black metal ring inside. The candlelight glittered off the red stone set in it. “I have a ring for Trashy,” he said, his voice taking on a serious tone. “My vessel, to show her my promise.”

Trashy had to contain her tears as her shaking hands opened up the box and pulled out a black and red ring with gold skulls curving around the middle. The red eyes of each skeleton glittering with rubies.”I have a ring for Papyrus,” she said, her voice quivering with all the love in the world for him. “My vessel, to show him my promise.”

“Hold the rings in your hands,” Pastor Jeff instructed, “and look at your partner. As you speak the vows you have prepared, think of your love for them. Imagine it filling up the ring all the way. Go ahead.”

Trashy took a deep breath, looking up into his eye lights. “P-Papy…” She swallowed back her tears, knowing Otoro’s was pouring out at this very moment. It made her giggle and she took another sighing breath to stare into her world’s windows to the soul. “Papyrus….In all my life, I have always dreamed of finding a man like you. In my heart, I was in a haze about someone like you coming to love me so dearly, with all that you are. Even with all of my childish ways of love, to know you are here with me right now, bare, is the most precious thing. One I will never ever take for granted. You are far better then anything I could have dreamt of, being with you is like fate in its truest form.”

Her heart pounded as the tears in her eyes overflowed gently, every inch of her soul screaming for him and wanting him forever. With all the ways of passion and ardent heartfelt love it had to offer in its tenderness. “You are my world, my love, my captain, my Papy. I promise to cherish you with everything that I am, to take care of you in sickness and in health. Through pain and through sorrow, and to be benevolent to the soul that you have honored me with the privilege of holding in my hands. No matter what has happened before, no matter what will happen from now on. I will always be by your side, and I will always be yours as you are mine.”

The ring began to glow, the rubies twinkling like red stars of the night. She could painstakingly feel her overwhelming compassion and devotion flow into her ring. Its red glow flashed green, orange, and blue before the colors mixed inside with pearlish waves of the coating in the center around the skulls.“I’m so blessed to be with you, to know who you are. I can’t wait to continue to grow with you Papy. I give you everything that I am and I’ll follow you to the ends of this earth, even its galaxy, through time and space if need be.” Her eyes took on a serious hint, flowing with one new emotion from the other, making everything else turn to white noise except for her eyes locked with his in adoration. “You make my life perfect. You make me perfect. In all of our imperfections. I love you, Papyrus. I love you with all that I am, and I’ll love you till the very last second of time itself stops.”

Tears flowed down Boss’s skull as her words wrapped around him like armor, strengthening him and protecting him, even from his own ugly thoughts. He let her slip the glowing ring onto his finger as he tried to find the words to match hers. Soft sobs came from the guests. Someone whispered, “It’s So Beautiful…” and someone else said, “It’s okay, Papy.”

Boss began to feel everyone’s eyes on him, waiting for his vows, but he was still taking in everything she’d said (and trying to stop his tears). Behind him, he heard a loud blort as Red blew his non-existent nose loudly into a big handkerchief. That bit of brotherly foolishness was enough to get him back on track. He wiped at his sockets with his free hand, turned to give his brother a look that was more grateful than glaring, and then focused all his attention on Trashy.

“Trashy,” he said, as his eyelights turned to hearts again. “My own beautiful, frustrating, amazing, wonderful Trashy. You have changed me so much since I met you. You’ve made me want to become better than I was. My soul was never as full as the night you said you would marry me. I want to keep that feeling, always.” He didn’t have to for this portion of the ceremony, but he reached out and took her hands in his. “I promise to be with you, to protect you, to love and cherish and treasure you all the days of my life. I will provide for you. If I can help it, you’ll never want for anything. I will always come to find you. I will always be there when you need me. My princess, my darling, my soul is yours if you’ll have it. I give it to you now, the very essence of my being. I love you, more than all the stars in the sky, more than all the worlds there might be. Forever.”

With that, he took the ring he’d chosen for her and slipped it onto her finger. It glowed with the pure white light of his soul. As it touched Trashy’s skin, both of them felt something in their chests open, like a flower blooming in the sunlight. Boss brought one hand up to cup her cheek.

Pastor Jeff waited for a moment for everyone to dry their eyes. Then, sounding a bit teary himself, he said, “Now that you have promised your souls to each other, seal that promise with a kiss.”

Boss pulled Trashy into his arms and kissed her with all the passion in his soul. He didn’t need to say it. His love filled her up to overflowing.

#boss and trashy #boss and trashy’s wedding #trashybonecan #uf papyrus #uf papyrus x reader #best of all timelines

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trashlama · 1 year

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YANDERE MALE(OC) X READER!

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IDK why but, I suddenly began typing this instead of sleeping. I did my best to proof read it however I have a terrible disease called laziness. It's very contagious.

Anyways—

I hope you guys like this I tried quite a bit.

WARNINGS!!!

Talks of Sanity, actual real life practices for mental illness that today's standards would be considered barbaric. And arranged marriage.

Oh and body mutilation!

Have fun~!

Also later on I'll probably add a picture of Felix after I draw him.

Let me know if you guys want more!

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You weren't sure how much longer you could last.

You feared the next treatment will be you're last; physically and mentally.

You've seen how the doctor's approval meant total lost of psychie or even worse—

Removal of the parts that made, you, you.

This place was hell on Earth and everyday you grew more mad with burdensome thoughts of how you landed in this ceases pool of ungodly despair.

You weren't off your rocker, and never have ever hurt anything aside from arrogance's pride. You were just a normal gal just trying to be wed off to benefit your family and their financial position.

And now you were here.....

You don't know it ended up like this. Your once beautiful (h/c) cut to ribbons. The roots struggling to meet with demands of the patrons that came through to purchase supplies.

Your soul felt hollow and your body mirrored it such. From the glimces you've gotten of yourself in pools of God knows what, amongst the sanitarium floors you looked like a skeleton of yourself. Literally.

In the beginning when you were just a normal free woman. Finding her suitor that her family proved. A match to procreate with. To spawn the suture generation of their lineage.

However when you were finally about to be paired off.... your wedding day they came for you. The "caretakers" came and pinned you down spewing claims of help and support. That you'll see better days.

Though as soon as they threw you in the back of their looney wagon. It was a whole other tale.

Your gown was torn by the real madmen in back trying to assault you. Tears of fear had flooded your gaze as you defended your dignity so much you could. Having not noticed when the prying hands that had roamed for scaride parts you had hoped only your husband would ever touch. Had been torn away with a almost inaudible growl.

Gazing up at the fleeting hands and whimpers that followed. You found the two men who had taken you were restraining them in braced jackets, chains, and cranium cages. Your brain was short circuiting from the event.

Next to the duo of specialists was a brunette male with grinning lavender eyes and white lab coat that clearly displayed he was amongst the medical community. Your thoughts wouldn't have registered him hadn't been for the way he clawed you out of the back of the wagon. Your (e/c) orbs dilating in unregisterable fear.

Once in his arms his grasps you in an embrace you would never thought would occur when exiting the wagon.

" Your finally here..." Is what he whispered in delight.

Arms embracing you like restrictor snakes. Coiling around your smaller frame with ease and pleasure. Arms although slender held great underling promise power. Same with the rest of his slender frame that was hidden underneath a button up light lavender dress-shirt, a darker lavender vest and pair of dark kaki brown. Large feet concealed in their wing tipped armor.

As he tugged you into his surprisingly sturdy chest you arrived with a small oof at his intended destination for you. Not that the other duo cared very much that went on between you and who would later learn to be Dr. Felix Fitzgerald.

Hands that rivaled his feet in size clenched your upper fore arms and informed you that you were safe and now under his care for now on.

That was what you almost believed for the first of the three years; according to your tally marks.

And in those three years? You fell deeper into actual insanity.

Despair clung to your heavy heart every time they hooked you up to a different device they were convinced would cure you. The electro shock shock burned and rattled your teeth despite the gag. Every time they did that you were convinced you had been a step away from being a roasted goose. The opposite could be said for the temperature baths. The fluctuating degrees in between the ice tub and the heated jets of boiling bath. If you showed your reaction to the process(like you had a choice). They would repeat it again, and again until you either passed out or passed on.

Not that they would ever admit to the latter being their responsibility. They would simply claim that the subject had a "Poor reaction to the new age cure". It was despicable. And it wasn't even the worst.

The worst kept you up at twilight hours. Cages and violations scare your nighttime escapes. You could speak of them cause you feared they would drag you down to real depravity. Real insanity. And you weren't sure if you could crawl out again.

It was hard enough the first time.

Your brain keeps trying to fool your heart into believing that you will escape this. You will find a way out. Prove your sanity.

Though no one would listen.

No one.

Not the doctors, nurses, psychologists, visitors. Not even your own family.

You don't know why this is happening.

Even they believe your fucking crazy. They look at you with remorse while keeping a distance.

Your own fiance won't even visit you.

You're pretty sure he's moved on. You haven't even recived a single letter. From anyone.

For the first three months you cried.

You bawled for the following five.

And almost lost your mind when they placed you in solitary for the next 210 days.

Through the whole ordeal only one sole face had a constant appearance. Flex Fitzgerald. Dr. Fitzgerald. The man with lavender eyes that acted like an abyss to keep you drowning in so you may never flee their swirling pools.

A relatively young man, possibly twenty-eight. Flex had the patience of someone twice his age. The way he had held out until the very end.

You had tried too many times to escape. Offered terrible things to be able to return to your old life. You just wanted the normalcy back. Your freedom. Your future. Back. It was a request that was ignored by whatever controlled the fates of man.

Your time at the sanitarium had taken its tole after some time.

You were weak. Beaten down by the misery that was this certified mad house for quaks.

You had been there way too long. You at that point had been ready for any escape if it meant not leaving as a zombie, vegetable or in a casket. And he fucking knew it.

He had planned this all along.

What a deceiving weasel.

He had loved you for ever. Certainly more than mister suitor that your father had paired you off with . He was meant to be yours and in turn you were meant to be his. Felix wasn't having it any other way. He would allow it.

His family was a prominent member in both the cities and medical community; so getting you "diagnosed" was fairly simple. He just had to play his cards right and then you would be his.

He knew what your father had in mind when he paired you off to the Johnsons'. He wanted gain in return for his daughter warming their eldest son's bed. And worst of all... you. didn't. care.

You wanted to be a "benefit" to your family. And you didn't care you were being sold off to better everyone but yourself. Felix knew that man would ruin you. Perfect, ignorant, defenseless you. And the teddy bear brown brunette would not have it. He wouldn't. He rather had killed you and himself before that.

However he had a better idea.

Using his father's ties in the community with the name he bore with his birth. His heritage came to fruit when he was able to blackmail the sanitarium's president to send out a padded wagon for you.

Who knew a couple of dates and allowing himself to be touched by that old fart could actually get him what he wanted.

It did help when he had evidence in the form of erotic letters and drawings from the man. All signed with the presiden's name and family crest.

If it looked bad for him, Felix could simply say that the president took advantage of his position and forced Felix into that position.

Oh how easy it was.

And he would blackmail all the perverse creeps of the world if it meant he could have you for a solid moment to just himself and no one else. No promised unworthy suitors. No ridiculousness famila emotional ties. Dreams for futures away from him and the city you both dwell in.

Felix has always been there. Even if you never realized it. You were his since his broken gaze meet yours filled with so much hope for better days even though you both were in similar demanding positions. The second son trying to get his father's recognition, and you the little girl who hopelessly followed where ever your father dragged you down. Even if it meant to be sold to someone of such deplorable standards, regardless of their higher class.

That's why he had too. He had to show you. You needed him and only He be would remain when everyone else left. After the fourth year your family stopped visiting all together. Not even a letter to check on your welfare. Your fiance had been long time ago you assumed. Consider the papers showed him with a new woman and a child at her hip. Headlines in bold text honoring the birth of the senator's new son.

You don't know when but you guess at some point you gave up. Gaze glazed over with hopeless despair for your lost potential, lost opportunity, lost chance at a world you'll never be familiar with. That's when he came.

You weren't sure if it was night or day. They had you under a strict isolation to keep you safe. What a joke.

The padded room had no windows and barely enough light to keep you from thinking your eyes stopped working. Nothing seemed real so when he walked in you just thought you were hallucinating again from the lack of— well everything.

Sleep hasn't come to you for some time. The same followed with hunger and thirst. Bodily functions you don't believe even function anymore with how much you've let yourself go.

You don't even remember the last time you had a period. All this stress really wasn't good for you.

Arms like bandadages came to wrap around your skeleton like form. Warmth of physical affection coming to heal those wounds that dug deeper than any treatment. The tiny remains of the person who inhabited your body still existed but, the woman that was you has secluded yourself to the depth of your brain so you wouldn't drown. Drown in the madding loss and misery. Sadness trying to swallow you like a tuna fish in the ocean. (If people who are old enough get that reference.)

"I didn't want it to be this way but, your father..... he wouldn't let me have you." Felix began, lavender orbs darker than cosmos in the faint light. "I had been asking forever. But, he refused to accept." Felix obviously looked irritated as he recalled his memory, recanting the tall of the endless rejections by your father. "I didn't understand why he said no. I have the status, the wealth, the name. But still he refused to let me make you mine." His arms toughened around your skinny form. Bones ache at the pressure he delivered from his desperate embrace. " I'm sorry it had to be this way. I needed to make sure you understood".

Wait what?

"No one else would stay for you. Not in your darkest hour. Not your fiance, not the community,... ." His breath ghosted by your ear. The warmth revealing this is indeed reality. ".... Not even your father wanted you when you were with nothing to him anymore." He sighed, his tone said remorse, pity for you. Though you know he really didn't care. Not as long as he got his way.

A prick in your throat made you suddenly feel woozy. The world spun more fucked up than it had been the last almost five years.

You just wanted to sleep. And ironically that's what Felix wanted you to do too.

So when your (e/c) fluttered shut. His pearly grin grew wide only disguising itself as he treaded down the barely-serialized hall ways of the sanitarium. The asylum never attempting to locate the lost patient from room B23. But, unless they wanted to lose funding it was in their best interest to forget about the problem all together.

While'st Felix got his wish.

Waking up you found yourself laying in a soft padded bed in a normal bedroom in a normal looking house with normal looking furniture. However when you made to move to walk out of bed instead of being able to search beyond your current horizons; your found yourself gravitating towards the floor. Sprawled out like ragdoll you were unable to stand up. Your feet. Your feet didn't want to work.

Nausea overwhelmed you as your heart rate raced. Looking towards the heel of your (skin tone) foot there you discovered a wound you would never heal from.

A horrible cry erupted from your throat at you struggled to regain your once strong stance. Your feet— your feet— they weren't working!?!?

Your panic caused Felix to burst in from somewhere within the house. His long brown hair whiping around with his speed. Glasses almost flying off his face too in the process.

"(y/n) are you ok—"

"WHAT DID YOU DO TOO ME!?!?"

Sobs flooded your throat with uncontrolled gasps of air that displayed your Brian trying to regain its stability.

Your feet had gashes in the heel that resembled a cleaver by the cuts. Not even needing a physician's observation to tell you that you'd never be able to use them again. The tendons had to be severed,there was no way they weren't. Bone far too damaged for weight to be pressed in it.

"Ohh (Y/n) I'm sorry it had to be this way... ." Felix cooed. Though clearly pleased. "I just couldn't risk you falling into the wrong hands again." The doctor reasoned embracing you against your will as he attempted to comfort you. Hands rubbing your back in a protective manor. "I love you.. (Y/n), I hope you can forgive me one day..." He trails off with his apology. You can obviously tell the snowflake doesn't actually mean it. Tears dreanched your checks with agony. Out one prison into another you sob to yourself. Your new husband clearly not making any attempts to ease your pain but, rather more like force your dependence on him. He wants you to rely on no one but him. Only him.

Only Felix loves you.

And he'll make sure to continue to never have competition.

For only he can love you.

And he'll make sure it stays that way.

#oc #yandere oc #yandere oc x reader #yandere oc x you #oc x you #oc x y/n #oc x reader #male yandere x reader #yandere x you #male yandere #yandere #im lazy #im stupid #i try i really do

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venusararara · 2 years

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WOAH OH NO!! NSFW WORDS!!

SLUTTY ANGEL ALERT??

Guys!! This is Sal. He's a royal advisor in Valhallia [alien heaven]. He's a harpy!! He's like 23. Angels usually have that round, little cherub face until they get to be really old [like 150 yrs]. They age super rapidly when they're close to death, in about a day.

Anyway Sal likes being held down and taken advantage of, he's basically every angel's cumdoll and everyone knows it. He's got a body count of roughly 89 and is very well loved. He likes to be stepped on and harmed. Sal also gets genuinely confused when someone doesn't want to bang him, like his new boss, Stacy. He speaks in a baby-talk voice.

Sal's first demon was Gatherine, his 86th [having sex with a demon for the first time and surviving is an angel milestone, commonly bragged about]. He hasn't been the same since, and is constantly asking Stacy when Gatherine is coming to visit again. This is because most angels are one-pump chumps and cum fast, and are generally not very skilled at sex. Demons are rather gifted when it comes to that sort of stuff, since they're able to explore vices as teens. Demons do not need to behave, but angels do for passage into Valhallia. Once they get there, they're allowed to do whatever terrible shit they please.

Stacy and Gatherine dated in high school, but reconnected at a later age. They have a complicated relationship, but are generally good friends. Stacy doesn't really care that Gatherine rails her advisor almost everytime they hang out, but gets genuinely annoyed when she leaves and Sal starts asking her when she's coming back right away. Gatherine and Stacy do stuff together too, and Sal is always clawing at the door. Stacy gets super pissed after and tries to sock him, but Sal would definitely cum so

Anyway

I'm in the mood for a lore infodump.

I would like to explain to you the relationship demons and angels have. They are very closely related biologically, and are raised together. They go to the same schools, and all have their upbringing in Infernum [alien hell]. Their differences come in what they're evolved from. Demons and angels both have bird DNA running through them, giving some of them the ability to sprout wings. Demons also often have some goat genes as well, but severe killer instincts. Many of them go on unintentional benders, which maims and injures a lot of creatures. Unfortunately, the targets of their sprees can often be loved ones. For that reason, nearly every demon is avoided by non-demons.

Now. The ATTRACTION. Demons have this iron-y, foresty smell coming from them, and angels think it's hot. Angels and demons both have really good noses, and can pick up each other's scents from pretty far away. Angels smell like lavender. However, because of the public's relationship with demons, angels usually avoid them. Some Omioso, a mortal race on their planet, are also attracted to their scent. There are also angels who look down upon demons, because only angels can go to Valhallia, the place where all the adult angels live. Violent, ornery angels are not permitted to live there, and are relegated to staying with mortals or Infernum. Those angels are usually the ones who hate demons the most and consider them monsters, which usually stems from trauma or stories their parents have told them about how demons were when they were kids [young angels can only speak to their parents through communication orbs, which are exactly what they sound like, since adult angels are afraid to go back to Infernum, especially the older ones. Young angels need to prove they are passive enough to live in Valhallia, so they're separated. Young angels live in these group home buildings, or with foster families who are demons. The foster system pairing demons and angels helps with controlling the hatred, although it's important to note that foster family demons are willingly on a strict regimen of sedatives so they don't go on a bender and accidentally injure their foster angel.] Gatherine is on these sedatives personally, because of Stacy and the mortals she knows.

Gatherine has had a couple of angel gfs, none of which she's killed [yet], so she has a very good track record. Because of the scent angels carry, demons on a bender will make a beeline to the nearest angel. Their meat is sweet and melts in your mouth like cotton candy. Those who know Gatherine revere her as tough, because she hasn't gone on a bender and eaten any angels. Most demons unintentionally consume their first angel as a teen, because hormones are the main contributing factor causing a demon's benders. It's very traumatic for some, but the worst of them believe it's a right of passage and having their first bender makes them grown-ups. Angel meat is an enjoyable dish, and although it's frowned upon and illegal to consume it voluntarily, it's served in dodgy bistros. Angel trafficking is a very real threat in Infernum, to the extent where there is a curfew for them to be home before sunset.

Demons who take angels and consume them do it willingly, not because they are on a bender.

Thanks for reading ily okay bye

#angels #angel #angel oc #original character #tw guro #digital art #creepy cute #oc art #venusmocs

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noro-noro-noro · 1 year

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dreams again! 1: travelling with family. dad puts spiders in my shower 2: go left for the offering & go right to give it to god, who looks like cyno unfortunately. then get scammed 3: replacing god was a bad idea so we go break him out. then we start microwaving shit baby! 4: buildings come from the sky (we are underlevelled)

dream I was travelling with dad's wir.of the family. dad & i shared a room with my cousin M. the bathroom was kinda weird, the showers were separated by one wall and had a fonndcting door..there were green spiders. my dad accidentally released 40 green spiders into the bathroom while I was showering and I didn't really appreciate it all thwt much so I picked.up.this dead 4 inch long orb weaver and threw it at him. he caught it and put it in a bowl.to prank my uncle with later.

then I woke up bc my sister came in after getting breakfast with my dad and saw my stuffed animal was on the ground so she put it on top of me. she also brought me some jelly!! which im gonna eat!!!!!

the seofne dream was based on something I'd played beforez 2d side scroller located in the desert. you needed to go all the way to the left to find this thing, & then all the way to the right to find god & offer the thing to him & he'll give.you his powers. you needed every artifact you found to conquer the challenges at the end of the right side . I only remember one that made you jump uncontrollably on platforms that were on fire rather than give you knockback and pains. anyway me f this other guy were racing or maybe partners? but when we finally got to the top of the final plateau god was there it was cyno & he granted the powers to my friend bc he had more armor on.

3: something else about cyno. I think my friend in the armor ended up being corrupt and evil & enslaving people & making sure they.livrd their lives in misery that they believe they deserved so the rest of us hatched a plan to break cyno out of the desert ruins & restore.him. I had.a skateboard that made.me.fly. I don't remember the details super well but there were a lot of people q lot of different moving parts we summoned a pyramid from below the desert and wrnt through it.there was s girl who seemed.to have a crush on cyno - was jealous of how close I was with him.

eventually we all ended up in this area that looked like my elementary school playground, specifically the field that the track went around. nighttime. some bonfires. I went into a room where people were microwaving random stuff and then you could lay claim, kind of like.thr luggage opening things where you can buy a suitcase that got left behind at the airport. one of the microwave bags was stuff that belinged.to.me that I thought I lost so I grabbed all of it and everyone was mad about that. some of my irl friends were there too & also irl people i didn’t like that much.

4: back outside and it was the 2d aidescrolled again. I was there with yelan and one normal person that wasn't from that stipid game. anyway several small buildings appeared from the sky and thunked down and changed the color of the surrounding ground from.sand.ro blue to green to lavender. one of the buildings had a slinky in it thst you were supposed to put things in for them to get in there. like a quest you had 2 minutes to submit something new & we caught this sand worm with two mouths and a vicious bite and were trying to force it down te slinky but it wojldnt go. I found a chunk of a sandwich I hadn't finished yet so I ate that instead. the nee buildings were all festuring things and mechsnics we didn't understand yet & if you die you die forever so we were unsure and a bit scared..... I got a drink through the slinky and I was allowed to eat it tho it was good

#dreams

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p-antomime · 2 years

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Henry Jekyll's clothing.

𖦹 minors don’t interact. | wc: 3,7K.

𖦹 content: faux sympathy dom!mitsuya, unprotected sex, nick names, praise kink + worship, mention of masturbation (m!), implied handjob, filming w/o consent, heavy breath play, panties stealing, squirting, clit play, creampie, manipulation, cum eating, overstimulation, mention of commercialization of non-consented photos, dark content.

𖦹 pairings: pervy!takashi mitsuya x f!reader.

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— Don't look at me like that, you can almost make me feel guilty when you're the one paying for it, man! — A wicked sideways smile appeared on his lips and his lavender orbs were lit with a glint of malice that almost dripped with venom. — C’mon. Give it to me. — His hand gestured toward the boy in front of him as if to say "Gimme the money now" and seconds later several yen bills were placed on the 'salesman's' palm. — Great, it's always great to do business with you, you can take that. — His head swiveled to the developed photos stored in a pile about six centimeters long and held together by a thin satin ribbon. — And I don't need to repeat myself, do I? Just keep your mouth shut and my business is still going on, nobody likes a stool pigeon, y’know?

Mitsuya gave a small wink of amusement to the university student in front of him before turning around, checking hours for the last time and walking to the hallway that led to the room for the next class after lunch.

During his venture down the hallway, Takashi greeted a few college students he was chatting with and exchanging information and photos of other people with just a glance and a small smile that by anyone else would be seen as politeness or just kindness.

Yes, kindness. Takashi Mitsuya's middle surname. Polite, though confident. An exemplary student in college who usually helped other classmates or friends to get a good enough grade to get through the school semester without too much trouble. If one were to lean close enough to smell the perfume on Mitsuya's neck, one could see that he exuded courtesy and friendliness.

Perhaps he should be studying Performing Arts and not Fashion in college. If Florence Pugh's performance as Dani Ardor in Midsommar was impeccable, Mitsuya's one in college was much better. He would be able to found or revive Hårga, but Florence could not take pictures or record videos underneath the skirts of college students without alarming their sense of danger.

It was easy for Takashi and even advantageous, since he could wildly use the photos and videos as masturbation material then hand them over to guys willing to pay for them since he kept almost everything on a cloud storage system on his home computer.

Upon arriving at the room for the first class of the afternoon period, Mitsuya's eyes immediately went looking for who he had generally been most interested in for long weeks. And there Y/N was: scribbling something on a sketch in a distracted yet focused manner. Soon after, his attention went to her body covered by a bluish long-sleeved blouse and a skirt of a different shade of the same color as that piece that did not leave much of the skin of her thighs exposed. And what color panties would they be? He wanted to know.

— Uh-uh, how pretty! — That was the only thing Mitsuya said as a way of getting your attention before he pulled out his chair and sat down beside you. — Did you get better at shading and the jewelry arrangement? — He leaned over to get a better look at the sketch as he moved his attention to your blouse-covered breasts.

Honestly, you felt like a teenager in high school whenever Takashi spoke to you. His gentle smile made your heart beat faster than the adrenaline rush of going on several roller coasters in a row, and the way he looked at you every time you sat down in the vacant class chair? It was more than just a remnant of cordiality, it bordered almost between the fine line of affection and platonic crush. You didn't know that he was Edward Hyde in Henry Jekyll's clothing.

Mitsuya Takashi was too good to be true.

— Did you notice? — A broad smile appeared on your lips and he nodded before staring into your eyes gleaming with excitement.

— How could I not? You're always so hard working that it's kind of hard not to notice when you evolve quickly in what you're trying to do, you're too good to be just a college student. — Mitsuya drummed his fingers on the table you two shared and turned eyes to your sketch, and you looked away, not knowing how to react to his sudden compliment. — But may I ask what this new dress is for?

— Do you remember that paper that I think we have to turn in in the next few weeks? — Mitsuya asked: "That one could be done in pairs?” and you nodded before speaking again: — Yeah, I was kind... anyways... — Your voice died before you could continue the sentence because you thought he would think you were an idiot for martyring yourself over a lack of a pair for a college assignment and Mitsuya raised one eyebrows.

— And you didn't come to ask me? — He leaned toward you with the social excuse of analyzing the sketch in front of him and the mental truth and purpose of seeing a little more of your breasts below the cutout of the blouse's neckline. — I was intending to do it myself, but... — And then Takashi's mind started to think of an excuse to give to his current work partner because from the moment you said veiledly that you were without one, an idea was born in his twisted head. — I can do it with you, if you want me around, obvious.

If you tried to hide how embarrassed and flattered you were, it would be even more of a shame. Your mouth opened and closed a few times without knowing what or how to answer. You didn't want to just say "Okay!" or "Great!" and even less refuse to look like you hadn't completely melted at how much he was helping you. Mitsuya was too perfect. How could you even think of refusing his request?

And Takashi, on the other hand, noticed the way your legs were nervously clenching against each other and he knew that it wasn't because you were aroused, but rather, it was your body's way of trying to control the happiness inside you. Too easy. Too easy a prey. Around him, you were almost a bimbo princess. Takashi thought this was adorable, he could almost imagine how desolate you would be to know that your golden boy was nothing more or less than a perverted wolf in sanctified lamb's clothing.

You weren't even thinking straight when a breathless "'Tsuya" escaped your lips as your mind tried to function to respond not so enthusiastically nor so disinterestedly to his invitation. And a shiver ran down Mitsuya's back as he heard you call him by something that to you seemed shameful and to him seemed too perversely innocent not to be sexualized.

— What? — Mitsuya forced himself to blink a few times only to see you look away in embarrassment and frustration and snap your fingers nervously. — What did you call me? I don't think I heard you correctly, could you repeat that?

— I said that I'd love it if we could do the paper together. — You tried to deflect the situation and a small smile appeared on his lips.

— Oh, really? I thought you just said something like: 'Tsuya', I think I may be hearing too much today. — He shrugged, letting his hand drop to the underside of the table and apparently accidentally brushing his fingertips against your skirt-covered thigh, shortly after which the sound that escaped his mouth made you pay no attention to the dangerous movement of his hand. — But I’d like you to add a "My" in front of that.

You choked on saliva and it was almost the same second that the teacher walked into the room and Takashi pulled his hand away from your thigh.

It was after that fateful day that Mitsuya started helping you with that university paper, and he was almost always coming to your house to help with the manual labor of starting to sew the dresses that the two of you needed to deliver. But then, on one of those Fridays, he asked you about who was going to wear them at the presentation and you suddenly remembered how he almost never presented the custom pieces on hangers and, rather, on the bodies of other girls who probably liked him as much as you did.

"Oh... I hadn't thought of that yet, honestly... But, I can try to see someone in the Performing Arts part of the college is willing to help us with it, what d'you reckon about it?", and your partner's eyes sparkled in anticipation with another idea appearing in his mind.

"And why not you, hm?", you looked at him for a few seconds and shrugged your shoulders in shame, "I think you'd be a great model, honestly, but you don't have to accept... even if, ya know, it'd save us a lil' bit of time in having to look for someone else interested in this."

And then the feeling of not wanting to disappoint him blossomed inside you. Mitsuya was trusting you.

Or he was just embroidering the situation to get you into his house with the excuse of wanting to see you dressed in one of the final dresses in the atelier he owned.

But, he was such a nice guy, wasn't he? It was this same nice guy who was walking you, over the weekend, through the halls of his house and helping you carry the almost completely finished dresses into the atelier that had isolated cameras too small to be seen with the naked eye at specific points.

— Which one first? — Takashi asked, kneeling down and rummaging through one of the boxes filled with thread and pins before taking a few and placing them on the long, spacious table on which he usually placed the garments he made.

— I think the purple one with the bateau neckline and the boat neck! — He nodded and gestured to one of the hangers left beside the place that was really only used when girls were being carried there.

Then your eyes went from the dress to the folding screen and then to Mitsuya who seemed distracted opening the sketches, but in reality he was watching you through peripheral vision just to make sure you got in where he most needed you to be.

If Takashi couldn't abuse your body today, without clothes, at least the extremely small cameras placed on the inner joints of the folding screen would be recording your every careless movement, every deep breath you took trying to unzip the back of the dress he purposely tampered with only to have you call for help later, after you had already put it on.

That's exactly what you did, unaware of the real, disgusting, almost too sinful to be human persona of Mitsuya, as you stepped out with the dress pinned to your body by your timid hands on bust and turned your back to the boy.

— Can you help me, please? I can't... y'know, the zipper, I think it's stuck or the seam inside is getting caught in it. — Mitsuya ran his tongue over lips as he imagined the precious almost three minutes it took you to undress and dress on that taped screen while his eyes strolled down your exposed back.

— Mhm, c'mere. — He patted the table lightly and you walked over to it. — Lean against the table for me, please? — Mitsuya said, stepping aside and watching you obey him again. — Okay, leave it to me now.

His icy hands brushed against the zipper and then brushed against your exposed back, his breath hitching lightly against the curve of your neck and your mind wondering why you were enjoying having him dangerously close like this. It was the first time Takashi had leaned too far over your body and time seemed to be too slow. Or maybe your anxiety and nervousness were making you think that 10 seconds equals 100 years.

— Um, no, I can't fix the zipper if you're wearing it. — Takashi's hands caught on the sleeves of the dress and immediately started to slowly pull the garment down, as if he was measuring how much you could accept without feeling uncomfortable.

— Takashi, w-wait, I can take it off by myself. — You looked over the shoulder at him and only as you felt his calming breath against your cheeks did you realize how close he really was.

— I'm just helping you. — Mitsuya's tone dropped a few octaves, and as he saw you unconsciously slide eyes from his to his ajar mouth, he knew he had won that game of conditioning and words of dubious meaning.

And then his face tilted a little more and you didn't know if you wanted to actually walk away, the chance to kiss the guy you've liked since you could remember the feeling was right in front of you.

— Trust me, I won't do anything you won't lemme do. — He whispered, raising his eyebrows suggestively, and, ignoring your hands holding the dress over your body, continued to pull it down until he saw your naked silhouette the moment the garment reached your heels and Mitsuya turned you to face him.

His eyes met yours and as you felt fingers travel up your back to reach the clasp of your bra to loosen it until it was removed, you felt the breath catch in the middle of the throat as a shiver ran down your spine and made your walls clench around nothing.

— Oh, look at you, have you been hiding your body from me all this time? You're so cute, I was right when I said you'd make a great model. — His face tilted and, again, your lips were so close together that it hurt your heart not to have his on yours.

Your hands in a desperate act hooked themselves in his lilac hair with black highlights and legs instinctively let Mitsuya's body slip between them with your pussy beginning to wet the bottom of the panties rubbing against his boner becoming more and more evident.

— Kiss me, Mitsuya, please, I... — He took your face in one hand while the other traveled up your torso to reach your panties and began to tease your clit only to feel you wetting that fabric more.

Yes, yes, yes, Mitsuya wanted you to leave as much of your arousal as possible on that piece of clothing so that he could steal it later and smell it while he masturbated.

— But d'you deserve it? — And the only thing you could answer was a gasping "Yes", almost too humiliating to say because you were too busy trying to force hips against his hand between your legs. — Deserve? — Mitsuya leaned his face toward you and you tried to take his lips in a kiss only to see him, soon after, pull away slightly and apply more pressure to your clit before making circular motions that made you moan low before biting your bottom lip.

It even felt like your body was more sensitive than usual. Or maybe it was just the euphoria of finally having Takashi's fingers on a part of your body that you had craved more than once.

— Yes, I do, please, 'Tsuya, just... — He gestured for you to open your lips and you did just that, expecting his mouth to be on yours seconds later.

But, no.

Mitsuya could use and abuse you any way he wanted, and you would gladly accept just so you could cum and satisfy him.

What came between your lips was a trickle of his saliva and spit as his fingers rubbed your clit harder. Your walls clenching around nothing and your juices beginning to leak through the edges of the panties.

— Cum on my fingers and I'll give you as many kisses as you want, pretty. I want you to make a complete mess, got it? — He looked at you suggestively and you swallowed his saliva before began to push hips against his fingers.

Just a little more pressure from Mitsuya's digits. Just a little more, more, more.

Your head didn't seem to be able to think straight anymore, belly seemed to be floating and one of your hands was now squeezing Takashi's wrist as a way to keep the rest of his palm still, just his fingers abusing and rubbing your sensitive, swollen heap of nerves.

His mouth latched onto your neck leaving biting and sucking back and that was the last straw for you to be completely crumbling against the bottom of your panties. The fabric getting completely wet according to how much more your pussy squirted, your body trembling from head to toe and head falling back in pure pleasure.

Oh, what a salacious expression, better than the porn magazines and videos Mitsuya regularly consumed on the internet. The cameras scattered around his atelier were obviously filming absolutely everything.

Including the desperate and eager way in which that perverted boy kissed you and pressed the panties against your folds to get more of your juices. No drop was to be wasted.

His other hand latched onto the back of your neck as the kiss deepened even more and yours, on the other hand, fell on the belt and zipper of his pants to lower them along with his underwear and finally touch the slightly curved upward shaft of his cock. It felt too hot, almost soft in contact with your palm. And Mitsuya couldn't help but moan against your mouth and roll his eyes upwards, your hands were a hundred times better than the fleshlights he used to use when accessing hentai sites.

Between gasps, Takashi whispered a "Raw?" to you and you desperately nodded before getting rid of your own panties and hooking legs around his hips to have his dick rubbing against your sensitive folds.

He didn't have any kind of breeding kink or anything related to impregnation. Yet.

This absolute truth permeating his head seemed to dissolve as soon as the tip of his dick entered your pussy and he had to control the sound of his own moans.

— So fucking tight, fuck-mhm! — Mitsuya grinned widely before dropping his head back and staring directly into one of the hidden cameras in the atelier.

The way your walls squeezed his cock looking like they wanted to push it out immediately or swallow it desperately would definitely be stuck like burning coals in his memory.

And you, on the other hand, felt like you were about to cum again just by having him widen your walls and start fucking you like he had been waiting too long to do it.

Your expressions were different from the actresses in the pornography that Takashi watched. They were better, more vivid, more obscene, more tasting. He found himself wanting to fuck you deeper and deeper just so he could see more of your eyes rolling up and mouth opening in a slurred moan or a sly gasp as if you were being fucked into oblivion.

But, in fact, you were. Your brain could barely think, mouth couldn't project anything other than a nickname given to Mitsuya or sounds you thought you couldn't reproduce if you weren't a porn actress, inner walls looking like they were begging to be used until they were shaped like the large cock of the man in front of you.

Takashi's hand wrapped around your neck and applied a little pressure and, as soon as his cock felt you tighten even more, a mischievous smile appeared on his lips. How cute that you tried to pull in more air as his fingers squeezed even tighter.

— Mhm, that's how you like it, isn't it? Nice, harsh, deep, how cute. — Mitsuya whispered and bit his lips as he listened to you moan 'Tsuya for the hundredth time, you sounded like a slut in heat and he loved every second of it. — You can feel me deep in your tummy, can't you? Wanna feel my cum inside you too? I can fill you to overflowing and get you addicted to the sensation ‘til ya come crawling back to get some of my cum inside you, doesn't that sound good?

You didn't have to answer anything at all. Your body responded in the place by spasming and pushing you into another latent orgasm that hurt deep inside you. And while you squirmed and arched your back, Takashi never stopped fucking you and tightening fingers around your neck.

Maybe there were marks on your skin. Maybe you should start making excuses to your college friends about this.

But not now. Right now you were too busy feeling like you were about to pass out from lack of oxygen to your brain and lungs. Just watching you roll eyes dangerously, Mitsuya gave a quick thrust inside your pussy and finally spurted his hot, thick cum directly into your womb. You couldn't even tell if you moaned his name at the same time he did the same with yours because of the overstimulation or of the delicious feeling of having his white spurts pressing against your walls.

And then your body collapsed partially lying on Takashi's table, and his, eventually did the same sitting on the floor just as your legs came off his hips. Takashi's eyes glazed over at the way your tight little entrance was expelling his white cream, it was even better than watching creampie videos on PornHub.

Before he could stop himself, his hands moved your thighs a little further apart and his face slipped between your legs so his tongue could start licking between your folds and the somewhat salty taste of the gushing liquid inside your cunt entered his papillae.

It was not arousing to lick cum from a girl's pussy. At least, Mitsuya would not admit that it was. But you know what was? Watching you try to push him away because of overstimulation, but not being able to complete the action because of fatigue.

— Uh? What are you doing, pretty? — He asked against your folds before massaging your inner thighs and licking lips as he finished ingesting his own cum. — I'm just helping you.

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mardy bum | mitsuya.t

pairing: mitsuya takashi x reader, rindou haitani x reader (?)

genre: angst, slow-burn, pining, comfort(?), best friends to lovers! au (?)

warnings: alcohol, smoking, cursing, implied smut, reader is always angry and stoned D:

✧. in which you stay high to forget about your love for mitsuya takashi.

[story playlist] | [alternate ending ]

a/n: hello guys! i’d highly recc listening to this playlist while reading this fic heehee! hope you enjoyed it! let me know if you want a part 2~ (alternate ending is finally up!)

ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : i’m not gonna teach your boyfriend how to dance with you - black kids

“kill me.” you grumbled out loud, pushing your way through the crowd of university students with a lighted cigarette on one hand and a packet of unfinished crispy chocolate chip cookie on another. irritation clear and apparent on your face thanks to the scorching bright sun lighting up your skin and the pounding headache hammering to the rhythm of your heavy metal music that is blasting through your earphones.

it was like a cycle or you’d often say, a routine for you. you had established a systematic way of living your everyday life and that is making sure that whatever you do, you’ll never live a day with your head clear as glass. besides, which artist is ever sober? you firmly believe that one has to lose themselves in order to create something spectacular.

you stumbled into the abandoned music room at the far corner of the school which was sealed off to students. you had found it in your first year as an art major student, instantly converting it into your private art studio so that you can have your own alone time while working on your projects.

you rolled your eyes upon noticing the familiar face of a particular black haired guy sitting by your canvas with a small smile plastered on his face. “fuck off takashi.” you grumbled just loud enough for him to scoff lightly, “woke up on the wrong side of the bed did we?” he cooed as you threw your canvas bag on the wooden floor, settling down next to him and taking inhaling a large amount of nicotine to ease your boiling annoyance that is running thin.

mitsuya takashi, your supposed best friend was exactly the last person you needed to see this early morning and it gets on your nerves knowing that this room was once solely yours until he came along.

it was winter one morning when you hurriedly entered your little hideout to shield yourself from the cold only to fall on your heels when you saw a figure standing in front of your unfinished painting. “who are you? and stay away from my work.” you pursed your lips, feeling awfully disturbed by the mere fact that someone had found your place. the freshly dyed lilac haired boy quickly stood aside, raising both his arms in defence, “i’m sorry! i got lost and somehow ended up here,” he scratches the back of his head, a shade of red creeping to his cheeks.

“didn’t you see the sign? it says this section is closed for students.” you raised your brows while crossing your arms over your chest. you watched him raise his brows too, “aren't you... a student too?” he asked, tilting his head to the side and looking at you with those beautiful innocent lavender orbs . your lips parted, ready to snap back with another argument only to realise that he had caught you at your own tongue. you frowned, knowing that you had nothing else to clap back with which caused him to break into chuckles. “your artwork is beautiful.” he complimented genuinely. it was the winter season and you were sure it was freezing cold outside, so why could you feel the heat burning your cheeks? “th-thanks...” you mumbled, completely taken aback by the stranger’s sudden compliment on your work. you weren’t sure what to do with it honestly.

“what’s your name?” you hear him ask. “y/n l/n.” you nodded awkwardly, opting to look away. anywhere but that boy. “hey y/n. my name’s mitsuya takashi. nice to meet you.” he smiles warmly, extending a hand towards you to which you hesitantly grabbed, “nice to meet you too.” you said quietly, shaking his soft hands as a new friendship was formed between the two of you.

“good morning to you too.” mitsuya waved, watching you impatiently pouring out the countless paint brushes from your bag while blowing out puffs of smoke before pushing a warm cup of black coffee in your way. “got you your favourite. freshly brewed kenya coffee with no sugar.” he smiled when you finally stopped what you were doing, pressing the end of your cigarette against the ashtray to extinguish the remaining bit left in it. “what do you want.” you sighed, figuring that entertaining whatever mitusya has to say would be the fastest way to get rid of him.

you could see mitsuya fumbling with the ends of shirt nervously from the corner of your eye. guilt suddenly creeping over you when you saw the hesitance in his actions. “well...” he begun cautiously, “ miyuki will be having her first fashion exhibition coming soon and i thought you know... this might be a good opportunity for you to meet her.” he finishes what’s on his mind, studying your facial expression when you remained quiet for almost a full minute.

you shut your eyes, rubbing your forehead tiredly upon hearing her name escaping mitsuya’s lips. guilt instantly disappearing and your previous state of anger entered again. god, how you wished you had a bottle of vodka to wash away the bitter taste on your tongue again. “i’m busy.” you pressed your lips into a thin line, turning away to set up your work space again.

“i haven’t even said when!”mitsuya’s jaw drop and you ignored the shock look on his face, going on and about with what you were currently doing. “doesn’t matter, i know i’ll be busy.” you hastily reached out for the palette sitting next to him, causing him to lean back so as to not block your way. “c’mon y/n... in the one year that i’ve been with miyuki, you haven't once bothered to meet her.” he frowned as if he hadn’t just poured salt onto your open wound, causing you to sink even further into your fiery anger.

it’s true, in the entirety of the one year that mitusya had been with miyuki, you’ve never once wanted to associate yourself with her. and you knew very well why you never want to stand before mitusya’s lover for you were afraid that you’d wallow even more in self hatred that you’ll never be enough for mitsuya takashi. you hated the very idea that there was someone else out there who could hold his hands and be his only muse. you hated that it was someone else and not you.

“i’m not lying, i have deadlines to meet for my clients and i’m currently in a slump. i have no time to attend some fashion exhibition.” you place another cigarette stick in between your lips, casually lighting up the stick before throwing your lighter back into your bag. you turned to look at mitsuya when he doesn't say anything, noticing a glint of sadness in his eyes. you understood where he was coming from, you truly do. mitsuya takashi had always wanted the two of you to meet, often claiming you’d like each other due to your personalities. and as much as it broke you to the very core that he was oblivious enough to your feelings, it broke you even more to be the one who was constantly disappointing him because of your selfishness.

you huffed out another cloud of smoke, mentally cursing at how easily you played into mitusya’s hand. “fine. text me the details. i’ll check if i’m free to make it.” you mumbled, watching his expression brighten up as he nods excitedly to which you could only return with a soft small. oh if only you didn't love mitsuya takashi that way.

ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : choke - I DON’T KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME

you nervously gulped down the bottle of pure vodka, wincing at the burning sensation down your throat as you checked your outfit for the nth time. you were wearing a black open back sleeveless dress that hugs your figure tightly, letting the tattoos on your arms and back shine on display, a sight that not everyone had the pleasure to see all the time. “how do i look tiger?” you gently picked up your pet cat who was already looking at you by your feet. he meowed back at you as if understanding your question and your heart swell at how adorable he was.

“yeah? do you think takashi will like it?” you nuzzled your nose into his fur, subconsciously forgetting that tonight was the night that you’d be meeting mitsuya’s girl. tiger only meowed again when your phone vibrated on your desk, signalling that you had received a notification. you carefully placed him down, walking towards your phone only to see mitsuya’s text that he reached.

grabbing your purse, you quickly threw on your short heels and dashed towards the elevator. “don’t fuck this up.” you mumbled under your breath as you stepped on to the front porch, eyes looking up to see mitsuya dressed in a simple black turtleneck and long pants with a foot down to rest against his bike. he looked dashing and you were glad your mind was already halfway hazy from the alcohol you had consumed earlier. you weren't sure if your heart was able to take it if you were sober.

“hey,” mitsuya smiles. you scrunched your nose in return, looking away as you climbed behind him, grabbing ahold of his shoulders to steady yourself. “thank you for agreeing to come.” he says, looking at you through the rear mirror to replicate the feeling of looking at you directly. “mhm whatever.” you hummed in response, fingers tapping your knees nervously when mitsuya starts the engine and begun zipping through the city, letting you temporarily bask in the beauty of tokyo’s dazzling night life from the neon billboards and buzzing streets.

the two of you arrived at the exhibition shortly where there was already a crowd in sight which you weren’t very fond of. and as if you weren’t already dreading to be around people, you heard someone calling out to your best friend. “taka babe!” you saw a petite figure making their way towards you two. your expression turned sour when you watched mitsuya place a soft peck on her cheeks, hands instantly finding its way to her waist as she wrapped her arms around his torso naturally. “miyuki, this is y/n, my best friend!” mitsuya introduces, loosening his grip on her when the brown haired girl turned to greet you with the brightest smile placed on her lips. “oh my god y/n! it’s so nice to finally meet you! taka had told me so much about you!”

you could feel your insides churn, in the bad way and you’re not entirely feeling it. “likewise miyuki. nice to meet you.” you offered a hand to mask your bubbling jealousy from the pair in front of you.

miyuki was the walking definition of a goddess. you finally understood why mitsuya takashi would choose her over you. she was perfect in every way and it was what made her such a sore eye to look at. you hated how she had the world wrapped around her fingers. she wasn’t just a beauty queen but she was an incredibly talented fashion designer, much alike like mitsuya. the two were indeed perfect for each other and god wasn't very merciful on that burning fact when you were forced to sit through compliments after compliments about how these two complete each other. how could you ever compete?

you hastily chugged down what seemed like your nth glass of champagne for the night, shoulders knocking against others as you made your way to the open space outside the exhibition where it was less crowded. you tiredly leaned against the wall, pulling out your box of cigarettes and lighting a stick up, the warm gush of hot air immediately bringing you some comfort as you breathed out a sigh.

“have an extra to spare?” you shut your eyes in annoyance when you heard the star of the night’s voice echoing through your ears. god you just want to be left alone and nothing more. you looked over to see miyuki hugging herself in an attempt to warm herself from the cool air. “you smoke?” you asked, quietly passing her your maroon marlboro box as she joins you at your little smoke break. “once in awhile. but don’t tell taka though, he doesn't know.” she sent you a cheeky smile. you nodded, looking away and silently wishing that she’d just leave the conversation there and then.

“you know, i expected you to be a little more different.” miyuki mused. your brows furrowed upon hearing the brown haired girl’s sudden confession, “meaning?” you asked. “i just expected you to be a little more... i don’t know, not like this .” she gestured at you and man you were confused at what she trying to say. “it makes me just a little insecure knowing that taka have such a pretty friend like you by his side.” she confessed, eyeing you along the way. you bit your lips in annoyance, you weren't sure why your blood boiled in anger hearing what miyuki had to say. you couldn't quite place your finger if she was genuinely trying to compliment you or warn you to stay away from your best friend. if anything, it honestly sounded more like a threat.

“well he’s yours. we’re not as close as you think.” you answered curtly, dropping your cigarette on the ground and stepping on it. miyuki follows you, “i hope that’s the case. taka means too much to me for me to lose him.” she faces you, your height towering over her as she gave you a sweet smile. you slowly leaned in, face just inches away from her “well stop being such an insecure little bitch and maybe he wouldn't leave you anytime soon.” you whispered into her ears before storming past her and back to the crowded exhibition room where mitsuya finally spots you.

“y/n? where have you been?” he grabs your wrist. “don't ever ask me to meet your stupid little girlfriend ever again.” you said through gritted teeth, mind seething with anger as you wiggled your wrist out of his tight grip and walking away, leaving mitsuya confused when he saw his lover storming into the room as well, face red from humiliation.

you wanted to scream when mitsuya doesn't follow you. but you expected nothing more from your best friend. after all, he’s not yours to begin with. he was someone else’s and that someone else was currently crying into his arms.

ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : the sharpest lives - my chemical romance

you allowed your feet to take you to your usual bar that is just a few streets away from the fashion exhibition. dragging yourself to the counter and slumping down onto the bar stool. “rough night?” inui, your usual bartender asks as he places a glass of margarita in front of you. “it’s a rough night for me everyday inui.” you grumbled, chugging down the glass of alcohol. “well do you wanna talk about it?” he asked with concern laced in his voice as he refills your glass again.

“i’d rather not.” you huffed, mind replaying at what miyuki had said to you over and over again. you groaned at the echoing voice playing like a recorder, downing another shot angrily. “slow down there darling, you don’t wanna choke and die do ya?”

you slammed your shot glass down, looking over to see whoever it was making such smarty pants remarks, eyes meeting with a particular odd rectangular ink tattooed on the person’s neck before adjusting your gaze to see a pinkish-purple mullet haired male sitting next to you with a smirk plastered on his looks.

mitsuya’s lilac hair was prettier. you frowned. “i rather choke and die right now.” you scoffed, shifting in your seat when he slowly moved closer to you, closing up the gap between the two of you. “and why’s that?” he quipped, resting his chin against his palm. “because this life isn't worth living.” you answered back.

you’ve never been an optimist in life considering how life hadn't been the best to you. taking away your parents only at the age of six which left you growing up as an orphan. you were immediately thrust into adulthood when you turned eighteen, leaving the orphanage centre and taking up multiple part time jobs to survive and attend school. then just when everything seemed to be going well for you when you received a scholarship to major in arts, you had to meet the one person you weren’t allowed to fall in love with. the world was clearly against you and it did a pretty bad job at trying to cover that fact up.

“sounds like you had a terrible life.” he shot you an amused look as he sipped on his whiskey. you examined the stranger next to you, who is staring back at you, taking note of his slender long fingers that is resting on his glass. your mind flashes an image of mitsuya hugging miyuki closely and you quickly wiped your lips. “what’s your name?” you asked. you want to forget mitsuya takashi. you want to forget what’s it like loving mitsuya takashi. “rindou. rindou haitani.” he answered with a raised brow.

“well rindou haitani, do you think you can make me forget about takashi?” your words slurred, the alcohol finally taking ahold of you as you leaned in to look at rindou with a lustful look. “i don’t know who takashi is but i know for sure i’ll make you forget he ever walked this earth.”

ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : doin time - lana del rey

it had almost been over a month since you’ve last heard from mitsuya takashi, assuming that he’s probably never coming back to you after making his lover cry at her very own special night and you loathe yourself for that. you hate that you burned everything good that ever came your way.

“you look awfully stoned, darling.” rindou quipped, wrapping his arms around your shoulder and pressing your back against his toned body. “that’s because i am.” you rolled your eyes, lightly dabbing the paintbrush to add in more details on your canvas.

rindou haitani isn't special. sure he was a great fuck, but beyond that, you realised that he was a great company to have around when you were busy getting high. rindou doesn't ask questions, often waiting for you to slur the spiteful words of hatred that held the truth when you were on cloud nine. and you deeply appreciate it when he listens to you without ever bringing it up again the next day. it was an odd friendship between the two of you, but you didn’t mind having him around. he was bearable.

“what’re you working on?” he murmurs, planting soft kisses on your neck and to your shoulders, his eyes training on the painting of a woman that you had spent hours on painting while he was fast asleep. “mhm, nothing much. just felt like painting something.” you hummed, bringing your beloved lighted cigarette to your lips. oh how you loved it burned your throat and brought warmth to your lungs.

your phone lighted up as a notification pops up. you turned your attention to your phone, picking the device up as you unlocked it to see what the notification was about.

➥ baka taka: hey, you free?

you quickly sat up, rubbing your eyes as you looked at the text message again to check that you weren't dreaming. your mind suddenly cleared as you looked at rindou who gave you a nod, urging you to reply to mitsuya.

➥ y/n l/n : yeah sure, what’s up?

you bit your lips nervously, leaning to rest on rindou’s shoulder as you waited for mitsuya’s reply.

➥ baka taka: wanna have dinner together? at our favourite street restaurant.

“go for it.” rindou whispers into your ears as he gently tugged the loose strands of your hair behind your ear. you paused for a moment, trying to think through your hazy mind if seeing mitsuya after a month was a good idea before rindou hastily grabs your phone, hitting the ‘send’ button before throwing your phone aside and trapping you between his arms. “you have me if it doesn't go well.”

➥ y/n l/n: sure. meet you there at 7.

ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : mardy bum - arctic monkeys

“hey.” you let out a breathy chuckle when you saw mitsuya already sitting at the table the the two of you used to sit at before he dated miyuki. mitsuya looks up at you with a small smile plastered on his face, “hey there.” he greeted, tension evident in the air and god you wished you could smoke another cigarette or at least be partially drunk, mentally cursing at rindou for sobering you up for the last six hours.

“i ordered ahead for us, i hope you don’t mind? it’s our usual.” you shook your head, “it’s fine. i’m hungry anyways.” you said, picking up a pair of the wooden chopsticks and laying it in front of mitsuya as if it was a second nature to you. you don’t notice until you sensed mitsuya’s burning gaze on you, only then realising that you had just helped him prepared his utensils like in the past.

“i like you better when you’re sober.” mitsuya smiles. your heart raced at his sudden comment, completely catching you off guard. “w-what?” you stuttered, body stiff from the surprise. “you seem less angry and it feels like ... you don’t hate me as much too.” you hear him mumbled towards the end, causing your heart to ache at the sight in front of you. you hated how sad he sounded. it’s unfair. how could he act like he was the only one hurting?

“i don’t hate you takashi...” you lowered your gaze on to the bowl of noodles, “at least i don't think i ever can.” you whispered softly under your breath before stuffing a spoonful of soup into your mouth.

it’s truly unfair how mitsuya had gotten ahold of your heart so easily. you wondered how deep in love you were with him for him to easily make you laugh this loudly from that stupid joke he had made. you hate how easily he made you promise yourself to stay sober, for him. it’s funny how you’ve never once allowed anyone to control you this easily but mitsuya had you running laps for him even when you’re dead tired.

“that’s so stupid, how can he possibly missed that?” you snorted at the video of draken tripping over the obvious figurine lying over the floor that mitsuya is currently showing you. “i know right!” mitsuya laughs, facepalming his forehead as he watches his twin dragon trips again when the video was suddenly cut short and miuuki’s name flashing on the screen. mitsuya shot you an apologetic look as you waved him off to pick up the call, that’s right, he’s still not yours.

you watched his expression changed to a panic filled worry, immediately standing up upon hearing whatever was on the other line. you shooed him away when he looked at you questioningly, as if asking you if he could leave right now to attend to his woman. and it finally dawned on you that you and mitsuya takashi were never meant to be together.

ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : happier than ever - billie eilish

another month had passed since then and you were slowly getting convinced to the fact that takashi mitsuya was just a mere passerby in your life. or at least that’s what you’d like to believe.

“sure you don’t want me to stay?” rindou rubbed your back as you buried your head into his chest, wanting nothing more than to get rid of the pounding headache at the back of your head from the night before. “no it’s fine, i want to be alone.” you smiled lazily to which he planted a soft kiss on your forehead.

it was your parent’s death anniversary today and you had planned to stay at home to work on catching up with the stacked deadlines against you from school and your clients.

you took a swing of the fancy red wine from its bottle that rindou had gotten you awhile back, leaning back to look at your art work before bringing your thumb to carefully blend the red and yellow together. you gently double tapped the cigarette to remove the collective burnt ash on the lighted stick, head too focused on what you were doing.

one could say that this was one of the few moments when you were at your calmest state. it was just you, your cigarettes and your canvas. you were a talented artist as much as you often denied shyly. painting was everything you knew growing up. you seek solace in the simplicity of arts and craft, knowing that whatever you had crated could be interpreted differently no matter the emotions poured into them.

your time alone was interrupted when you heard your doorbell rang. you groaned loudly as you hastily swung open your studio apartment’s door only to reveal the one and only mitsuya takashi standing before you. “takashi? what’re you doing here?” you asked with widened eyes, clearly surprised by his visit. “here to spend some quality time with you of course.” he smiled, inviting himself into your messy loft as you stood dumbfounded at the entrance, unsure at what’s currently happening.

you watched settle down at your dining area, pulling out what seemed like lunchboxes and setting the table as you slowly made your way towards him. “i made lunch for the two of us. and an extra in case your friend is here.” mitsuya knows. he knows that you’ve been spending time with a particular mullet haired guy. he’s seen him left your studio apartment at wee hours in the morning whenever he’s out for a early morning jog, and he takes note when rindou doesn't leave your place for days. “he’s not here.” you said quietly, crossing your legs and saying a silent prayer before digging into the spread of food that mitsuya had prepared for the of you.

as much as you wished to be away from mitsuya, you couldn't deny the fact that mitsuya’s sudden appearance had comforted you greatly for you were starting to feel restless at being alone, mind often drifting to the fateful night when your parent’s lives were taken away from a reckless accident.

“is he nice though?” you hear mitsuya asked suddenly. the two of you were currently in the middle a movie marathon which mitsuya had suggested, knowing that you loved watching movies especially on heavy days like this. “he is. he looks stoic most of the time, but he’s really soft.” you answered back, eyes never leaving the screen. you failed to notice the frown on mitsuya’s face, too engrossed at your favourite movie, ‘coco’, to actually care about mitsuya’s feelings. “well, i’d love to meet him someday.” he continues. you finally tore your gaze away from the movie, looking at him with your brows furrowed. “we’re not dating. he’s just a friend.” you stated simply.

“well friends don’t give each other hickeys.” mitsuya commented sarcastically and you could feel your anger slowly rising at what he was trying to imply. to say that you were hurt, would be an understatement. who does he think you are? even if yes, you were sleeping with rindou but who was he to judge you like that when you’ve been nothing but loyal to him since day one? you were going to snap back when his phone rang, your eyes catching a glimpse of miyuki’s name as he shot you a look before excusing himself to the kitchen to pick up the call.

you clicked your tongue, rolling your eyes as you crossed your arms angrily before getting up to get a glass of water to calm yourself down.

“i’m currently at y/n’s.” you heard mitsuya whispered in a hushed tone, hands covering his mouth secretly with his back facing you. “it’s her parent’s death anniversary today and i just want to make sure that she’s okay.” he lets out a sigh as if your heart hadn’t already crumbled into pieces, mitsuya had to continue wrecking it even more. you felt pathetic. mitusya was only here because you lost your parents on this very day.

you waited for him to get off the phone call.

“you’re really a piece of shit takashi.” you spat angrily when the black haired boy steps into the living room. mitsuya stood dumbfounded at your words, looking at you in confusion. “don’t fucking look at me like that. don’t fucking look at me as if you’re not in the wrong”

who were you kidding? you were a walking time bomb after all, and you knew you were at your last few seconds before you’d blow up. you finally had it through with all the heartaches that mitusya had put you through.

“what do you mean by you have to make sure that i’m okay just because it’s my parent’s death anniversary?” you scoffed, running your fingers through your hair frustratedly. “ i- i didn’t mean it that wa-” you stopped mitsuya from further continuing, not wanting to hear it anymore for you weren’t sure if you were able to handle anymore heartbreaks.

“i’m so tired takashi. i can’t do this anymore.” your voice trembled as you tried your hardest to suppress the tears that were threatening to spill. “ i can’t fucking be around you knowing that you’ll never be mine. i can’t. so the least you could do now is get your sorry ass out of my house because i don’t need your fucking pity.” you finally cried, letting yourself break down in front of mitsuya takashi, the very man who used to make you smile brighter than the stars in space.

you heard mitsuya shuffled in his spot before walking away, gently shutting the doors behind you. “fuck, you should’ve taken me instead.” you looked at the sky through the windows, crying even harder as you slid down the walls in pain.

ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : fly me to the moon - 2020 version - yoko takahashi

you carefully lowered the needle on your spinning vinyl, gently swaying to the tune as you started to prep yourself for your very own art exhibition that would be showcasing tonight.

it had been almost three months since you had last seen mitsuya takashi and during these three months, you had resorted to throwing yourself into paintings after paintings while rindou had stayed by your side, supporting you through every step of the way wether you’re high or not and you were absolutely grateful for that.

your heard that mitsuya takashi had gone on to continue excelling in the fashion industry and you were genuinely happy for him. though a part of you still wished that you were the one who helped him make it through.

“how do i look today tiger?” you gently rubbed your cat’s tummy, a soft smile tugging at the corner of your lips. you hear him meow a response as you unclipped the claw clip that held your hair together, letting your hair down on your shoulders.

your doorbell suddenly rang, catching you off guard. you weren’t expecting any visitors today you were sure of it. “rindou? is that you?” you called out, opening the doors only to be met with a pair of familiar lavender orbs staring back at you.

it was mitsuya takashi.

your breath hitched upon seeing the familiar face that you missed oh so very much. “ta-takashi? why are you here?” you stammered nervously when mitsuya leaned in closely towards you, causing you to stumble back slightly. “yours. i’ll always be yours if you want me to be.” mitsuya breathed. crashing his lips onto yours before you could say anything.

your eyes widened slightly before shutting when mitsuya deepened the kiss, arms wrapping around your waist to pull you closer towards him. you hesitantly pushed him off, looking at him in disbelief, “w-what? what about miyuki?”

“we’ve broken up. how can i be with someone else when i’m clearly in love with you?”

/ end.

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