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phoenixblaze1412 · 5 months

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halloaa, i was the anon who asked for dottore as our father, and it was pretty cute! can i request something the same, where we were playing around in his lab then we accidentally turned into a cat after knocking a random chemical, how would our father (dottore) react? thank youuuuu!! (father dottore has been in my mind for a while now tehee)

Of course^^

Cat-astrophe.

You didn't know exactly what happened. You were only playing a board game with the segments, your current caretakers, in the laboratory while your father is busy attending a meeting. Now here you are running away from the chaos Gamma, Theta and Beta had caused that you didn't see where you were running to.

This caused you to harshly bump into a nearby work desk, the vial placed on top of it fell over as the concoction poured itself over your head all the way to your small figure. A loud explosion occurred, smoke filling inside the room as you felt yourself becoming more smaller than usual when you noticed your surroundings got a bit bigger than what you remembered.

Your ears quickly caught the sound of multiple footsteps coming inside the laboratory as the voices of the other segments echoed inside the room and calling for your name. Theta and Beta kept calling out your name as they tried to find your tiny figure within the smoke, worried that you may have been caught in whatever the explosion was.

You tried to call out to the segments but all that escaped from your throat was a small mewl. Your eyes widened in surprise as you looked down at yourself only to see your hands and feet have become paws. You tried to move around when you accidentally stepped on a glass shard from a broken test tube, the glass sinking deep into your paw as blood started to spill, making you panic and cry for help.

"Is it just me or am I hearing a cat?"

"You're not the only one, besides no one is even allowed to bring a pet here without anyone's knowledge."

"I remember hearing something bump.. it could probably be (Y/n)?"

Omega let out an annoyed sigh as he turned on the ventilation system to get rid of the smoke. Once the smoke cleared up, the segments found a small kitten mewling on the floor. What caught their attention was the kitten's red eyes and its blue fur.

"....(Y/n)?"

The segments watched as the kitten mewled in response to the name, making them both shocked and surprised at what happened to their creator's child.

Gamma quickly walked up towards you and picked up your tiny form. He was both panicking and gushing at how cute you are as a feline.

"They're so tiny and their fur is so soft!"

"Don't just hog them all to yourself, let us see as well!"

You tried to get out of the segments' grasp since their hold on you was adding more pressure to your wound and sinking the shard even deeper than before, making you let out a hiss. You tried to tell the segments to stop and let you go but couldn't due to your current situation.

"What are you idiots doing? Why is the laboratory a mess?"

All the segments halted in their positions as their heads turned to see Dottore glaring at them from the doorway. Dottore raised a brow, usually when he comes back he would see you running up to him but now, you're nowhere to be found.

"Where is (Y/n)?"

The segments looked at one another, speaking telephatically to each other before pushing Gamma to the front.

"You see... little (Y/n) became a kitten."

"What."

Gamma held you out towards your father, you sat upon the segment's open palms. You looked at your father, happiness bubbling inside you knowing that he's here and knows how to turn you back, your tail subconsciously swishing back and forth. Dottore picked you up by the scruff of your neck as he inspected your feline form before letting out a sigh.

"I want this place cleaned up when I get back. Is that understood?"

"Yes!"

Dottore adjusted his hold on you so you were being carried between his palms instead. He brought you to his office before placing you down on his work desk as he sat down in front of you.

"Unfortunately, my child, you were doused with a cat transformation potion from one of my old concoctions. How fortunate for you, it wasn't the one that turns you into a worm. Not to worry, the effects will last within an hour or two."

Your father explained while you let out a small mewl in reply as you started to limp towards him. Dottore noticed the droplets of blood staining the papers on his desk as he quickly grabbed your neck and lifted you up to his eye level. He lightly poked and prodded at you, searching for the cause of your bleeding.

When Dottore held your injured paw, you immediately let out a hiss and without knowing it, you roughly bit down on your father's finger. Dottore bit the inside of his cheek, not bothered at all from the bite as he tried to calm you down by stroking your chin with his thumb. A small purr escaped from your throat as you pulled away from the bite to nuzzle to your father's touch.

While you were distracted, Dottore noticed the glass shard on your paw as he grabbed a tweezer from his drawers. Once he made sure you were calmed, your father held your forelimb as he pulled the shard away from your paw using his tweezers before placing a small bandage on your wound.

"Not in pain anymore, little one?"

You nodded in reply to your father's question. Feeling guilty for biting his finger, you nuzzled your head to the wounded finger.

"Ah, ah, ah... don't even try to lick my wound, child. Who knows if you have rabies."

Dottore teased with a grin as he booped your small nose before picking you up and placing you upon his lap so he can sign the documents given to him.

"You may rest if you wish, little one. The potion will wear off soon and you'll be back to your normal self."

Happy with the news, you settled against your father's lap, making yourself comfortable as you soon fell asleep. Dottore let out a small hum when he noticed you were already sleeping as he petted your head while signing the rest of his papers needed.

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blueywrites · 1 year

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The Munson Dunkin' AU

endgame Eddie Munson x fem!Reader. no use of y/n. all fluff (for now...)

You watch the new guy working the Dunkin' drive-thru window feed a donut to a raccoon. (1.4k)

Inspired by this Tiktok 'cause Eddie really fuckin' would, and we all know it. Thanks to the Coven for talking this silly AU through with me!

tagging @newlips 'cause I have a feeling she might be interested in this one 😘. also, this is written especially for my loves @abibliophobiaa and @ghost-proofbaby🌻

You know everyone who works the drive-thru window at the Dunkin' Donuts closest to your apartment. Or, at least, you thought you did.

When you started your first job as a legal assistant at a small but reputable legal firm, the morning routine you’d enjoyed throughout college drastically transformed. Now, every weekday, your alarm blares so early in the morning it’s practically inhuman. You stuff yourself into dowdy office wear, complete with panty-hose and kitten heels (no rocking the boat with your fashion choices if you want them to take you seriously). And then, you must take your little cobalt-blue Honda Civic and brave the dreaded commute into the city, all in the name of ‘becoming a real working adult’.

So what began as a small indulgence to settle your nerves your first week of work quickly became a daily pick-me-up, a little reward to yourself for 'gettin’ out there and doin' the thing.' Now, you stop at Dunkin' every morning at just after seven to pick up your caffeine fix before heading to the office.

In the last month, you’ve encountered all the early morning drive-thru attendants and recognize them now by voice and manner, though not by name. There’s a pale girl with bright blue eyes and short deep brown hair, voluminous and cut to her narrow jaw, wavy locks framing a small, dimpled chin; a guy with a square face and hazel eyes, sporting finger-tousled bangs that chicly graze one dark brow; and a tanned guy with perpetually half-lidded eyes and pleasantly rounded nose and lips, whose face is framed by a long sheet of shiny, jet-black hair.

It’s obvious who’s working the window on a given day when you hear their greetings at the speaker, which are all very distinct from each other.

The greeting could be chipper and corporatesque, very by the book: “Welcome to Dunkin’, how can I help you?” That one never varies, not even in tone or inflection— she’s so precise, sometimes you wonder if maybe she’s playing a recording or something.

It could be warm and schmoozy, a little overly-familiar but charming all the same: “Well, hey there! How’re you doing today?” It’s nice, but then you have to quickly pivot from your order to say ‘Good, how about you?’, otherwise you feel like an asshole.

Or it could be just one long, semi-coherent slur of a question: “S’up, can I get you somethin’?” Same, dude, you think whenever you get that one. It’s way too early to be awake, and yet here we both are.

It could be any of those options, and today, as you roll up to the speaker, you receive that first greeting. But it’s in the wrong voice. Where you expect something upbeat and crisply feminine, what you get instead is raspy, brash, and decidedly masculine.

“Welcome to Dunkin'. What can I get you today?”

It’s not a voice you recognize, but you don’t particularly care. Automatically, you provide your order, and without any fuss, he confirms your total. Same order, same total, same morning routine as always. That’s all that matters, really. You don’t visit Dunkin' for the bustling social scene, after all.

As you round the corner of the small, boxy building, the drive-thru window with its little orange awning slides into view. That is what you’re rolling steadily towards when a flash of movement near the opposite curb draws your eye to a curious sight: a raccoon. Utterly confounded, you stare at the gray creature— fuzzy and plump like a spool of scratchy yarn— as it inches forward on its tiny dark paws.

Yes, your apartment is in the suburbs, and yes, there is a thick line of trees to that side of the parking lot, so it isn’t that shocking. But you’ve never actually seen a raccoon outside of roadkill splatter on the road, and you certainly weren’t expecting to see one visiting a Dunkin' Donuts. Because that’s truly what it appears to be doing. As it emerges from the treeline, slinking over the curb and onto the asphalt, its nose turns up toward the drive-thru window; those beady eyes remained locked on clear plexiglass, the apparent source of its fascination.

It is seven in the morning, you reason, so there's a possibility that you might just still be half asleep. But when you blink, expecting the creature to clear from your vision like a mirage, it doesn’t go anywhere.

This is actually happening, then. You purse your lips as you consider and confirm your musings with a bobbing nod that no one sees. Yup. This is, for sure, the weirdest goddamn thing I've ever seen.

In fact, you’re so confounded by what’s happening that you’re still rolling forward in your car, drawing ever-closer to the animal at the same time it edges farther into your lane. It doesn’t seem to notice your approach. Instead, the raccoon shuffles forward a few more steps, and then— more peculiar and alarming than if it had done pretty much anything else— it stretches like a slinky, rising onto its two back feet. Its neck disappears into its shoulders as its arms outstretch, like it’s reaching for something that isn’t there.

This is the final nail in the coffin for your composure.

“What in the fuck?”

The sound of your own voice startles you out of your dazed stupor, and your heart leaps into your throat as you realize how close you’ve coasted toward the raccoon. Hastily, you slam the brake, jerking your car to a stop to prevent it from pancaking the oblivious creature.

All is motionless for a moment. And then, in a perversely slow manner, the plexiglass drive-thru window shunts open in a mechanic whirr of laboring motors, crawling until it thunks against the far wall, falling silent.

Considering your alarm and bafflement, it’s more a relief than anything when, after a brief pause, an arm abruptly thrusts through the window opening. Its appearance solves the mystery: the arm is pale but heavily-inked, ending in a thin wrist and a big, broad hand that holds a pink-frosted donut.

The raccoon reaches higher as the arm stretches further, both straining toward one another until those tiny human-like paws close around the offered confection. Then, the animal hunches down to a squat, billowing out in a puddle of bristly gray fur. Its snout quivers as it sniffs the donut, walking its paws along its edge, slowly rotating its prize as you look on in wonderment.

That inked arm has retracted now, but you barely notice. Your long commute and stuffy attire and early morning wake-up have never been further from your mind as you watch the raccoon handle the donut, which is nearly as big as its head. Your confusion has turned to fascination. In fact, it’s kind of cute, you decide as its black paws begin to mound with pink, which smears between its tiny clawed fingers. You hold your breath while, tentatively, it noses at the icing, licking it with a tiny flick of its tongue.

And then, startlingly quickly, the raccoon snatches the donut in its jaws and turns in a flash of gray and black. It skitters on all fours back across the lane, trailing a fat ringed tail which bumps over the curb as it bids a hasty retreat.

With a little, final flick, that tail disappears into the treeline.

It seems, all of a sudden, to have been a privilege to experience this absurdity. And how strange it is that your early-morning exhaustion has suddenly turned to delight— delight which is echoed on the face of the man whose head now pops from the window in a wild mess of brown curls. Pink lips split the pale of his face in a crooked grin.

“Sorry,” he says, and it’s the same brash rasp that greeted you at the speaker. “Little buddy’s gotta get his breakfast, too, y’know?”

So, as it turns out, you don’t know everyone who works the Dunkin' drive-thru window on weekday mornings. And maybe the social scene has more to offer than you originally thought.

I have other ideas for this silly little AU, including some more cameos from familiar faces and a budding romance for our metalhead barista and his favorite customer. If you want more, let me know! ☕️🍩

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draemgal · 8 months

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ill-fated ii | rhysand

tag-list | @cat-or-kitten @witchyxvirgo @aurors-things @piceous21 @wallacewillow0773638

as requested, part two of ill-fated | thank you for all of the love!

some warnings before we proceed: in this, tamlin wasn’t insane and treated feyre well! helion appreciation post. y/n is gettin that good good.

it had been a grueling twelve months. months spent with tear stained pillows and smeared mascara under your eyes.

twelve months previously, you had broken down in front of morrigan and cassian in the middle of rita’s, the two quickly ushering you to the house of wind.

twelve months since the pages of your fairytale marriage got ripped out and crumbled beneath the gods crooked fingers.

things were finally looking up. as a resident of the day court, you had felt like you found your place. the court is the opposite of your old home and you relished the light of your new home.

a home of your own, a home not yet broken.

you kept in contact with the rest of the inner circle, but never your ex-husband. they never dared to mention it and you didn’t dare to ask.

letters piled up in the mailbox all in handwriting that was all too familiar. the only time you touched them was when you used them to help keep your fireplace alight. it gave you satisfaction to see your name that he dared to address.

he still put his last name after yours.

you sat in the sun, letting it’s warmth envelope your body and radiate off your skin. your eyes closed, listening to the various birds in the treetops above you flutter and chirp about.

“did you hear?” a woman from beside you spoke in between bites of an apple.

you frowned at the interruption but welcomed the conversation. “heard what?”

“feyre is engaged to the high lord of the spring court!” she exclaimed dreamily, probably thinking about her own future wedding. “i hope i get invited, i’m so happy for her.”,

this was when your heart stopped. rhysand’s mate, rejecting the bond for her lover. something he wasn’t strong enough to do for you. hearing that felt like she was rubbing salt into a wound that had yet to heal.

she continued to talk and handed you a letter that you absentmindedly took all while zoned out in your own thoughts.

𖤓

you and helion had gotten close over your first year in his court. he helped you transition from night to day. he helped mend the wounds made by rhysand. he helped you to learn to smile and laugh like you used to.

and now he was inviting you to the celebration he was holding for tamlin of the spring court.

enclosed in the letter, he states that based on the terms of your relationship with him, he’d like you to attend. he reasoned that rhysand didn’t write back stating that he’d be in attendance and that if he decided to come, he would help you through it.

so here you were, dressed in a white and gold gown and sat next to the dark-haired high lord of the day court. you held a glass of wine, swishing nervously every couple of minutes. helion’s hand was casually slouched over your shoulder as he mingled with other high fae.

conversation stopped as a slew of dark shadows entered the room, revealing azriel.

under normal circumstances, you’d be overjoyed to see the shadowsinger once again. but you knew that behind him would be your ex-husband.

azriel met your nervous gaze and offered you a small, supportive smile. a gesture so small that if you hadn’t known him for as long as you did you may have missed it.

cassian was next, waltzing in with confidence that you wished you could physically bathe in. he held his head high before looking in your direction, grinning with pride that you had even bothered to attend tonight.

little did he know you didn’t attend because you were brave, you came because you assumed rhysand wouldn’t show up.

helion’s grip on you tightened and you knew you didn’t even need to look to see who just entered the room.

rhysand’s hair was messy and the bags beneath the violet eyes you once dreamed of looked as bad as they did when he returned from under the mountain.

you expected to see him look in feyre’s direction.

but he didn’t even so much as turn his head in her direction.

your body froze as his eyes locked with yours.

helion’s hand was now on your thigh protectively. he threw a smirk in rhysand’s direction and nodded his head in greeting.

“fashionably late as always, rhysand. how delighted i am to see you.”

rhysand didn’t offer a cocky comeback, no. his mask was completely off. he was fixated on you.

“y/n… may i have a word?”

helion looked down at you, mentally telling you with his amber eyes that he could handle it. you offered a reassuring kiss to his cheek and shook your head before slipping out of his grip and standing up.

“hallway?” you asked rhysand. your voice conveyed little to no emotion as you stared back awaiting his response.

without another word, rhys followed you out of the two grand doors and into the hallway. he stood with his back to the wall, crossing his arms and staring down at his shoes.

“i don’t even know where to start, y/n.”

“you can start with telling me what gave you the nerve to show up into my home after wrecking my old one.”

his eyes closed as he nodded, inhaling deeply as if to recollect his thoughts.

“i’m sure you’ve heard.”

you nodded, pursing your lips. “is that why you’re here? to treat me like a second choice? your poor mate rejected you so you go crawling back to your poor wife who’s just so lost without you?”

“y/n, please… it isn’t like that,” his deep voice trembled. “i have been driving myself insane. i go back to that night every second i’m awake, and when i’m asleep i dream of what i should have done. i fucking miss you. i fucked up. i’ll be the first to admit that. but… you wouldn’t understand.”

you scoffed and crossed your arms, looking up at him. “and why is that?”

“you’ve never experienced the feeling to have a mate, y/n. it fucks with you. it clouds your judgement.”

“it’s funny you’d say that, rhysand.” you jumped, helion’s voice from behind you surprising you as his familiar hand rested on your shoulder. “it’s actually hilarious.”

rhys’ lips formed a deep scowl as he sized up the high lord. “care to explain?”

“allow me to enlighten you, fellow high lord.” helion sighed, lazily smiling at you and brushing your hair behind your ear before looking back at rhysand. “i just think it’s funny that you justify your poor judgment by pulling the mate card, but i’m her mate and i cannot imagine bringing her into my home where i had a wife without having an adult discussion first.”

mate? you almost choked on air. you looked at helion, meeting his adoring eyes as they stared into you. he tugged on the invisible strings between your souls with a cocky grin. “i would have loved to have told you properly, but you must forgive me. i just had to let him know how good of a gift he gave me.”

“y/n…” rhysand pleaded for your attention, attempting to reach out for your hand but you only moved closer to helion.

“you know rhys, you’re wrong.” you mumbled through tears, a mixture of pain and overwhelming joy. “i can now say i know how you felt, but i still would have never done that to you.”

your voice was breathy and brittle but you continued. “i am sorry that you didn’t get to experience a relationship with feyre after all of this, but i was good to you. i did all in my power to make up for not being your mate. i spent so much of my love on you that i didn’t think i’d ever be able to love again.” you looked up a helion and cupped his face. “but i have a second chance. a chance with someone who would never disrespect the way you did.”

helion grabbed your wrists and pressed his lips to your forehead. “i’ll let you say your goodbyes, then we can discuss the elephant in the room.”

you nodded, wanting to get it over with and enjoy your time with your newfound mate, buy you couldn’t find it in your heart to leave rhysand like this.

as helion existed, you looked at your ex-husband.

“rhysand, i gave you the chance to be happy. i do not owe it to you to come back and fix what you willingly broke. but you owe it to me to be happy. i am truly and deeply sorry that things didn’t work out for us. i would have forever loved them to…”

rhysand nodded, sniffling and wiping his tears. “you will forever be the best thing that had walked into my life, y/n. i will regret what i did for as long as i live.” he choked on a sob as you wrapped your arms under his, resting your head on his shoulder and smoothing his hair.

“don’t say that, rhysand. i got a second chance, and you will to. but you need to let me go before you can heal. this is your chance.” you whispered into his shoulder, tears falling down onto his black shirt. his grip tightened around you and he cried into the crook of your neck.

“let me go, rhys. you’ll be okay. i promise.”

“i don’t know how, y/n. how do i let you go?”

you looked into his eyes and brushed a teardrop with your thumb.

“i asked myself the same thing when you left me for her, rhys. there is no easy way. you just have to. can you try for me, please?”

he sighed and sniffed, letting you go physically before walking a few steps away. he looked back at you, but you were already wiping your tears and heading back to see helion.

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kurogane2512 · 7 months

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Hi Kuro !

Can I request some Lynette x g!p fem reader smut ? As far as I know Lynette is 22 and Lyney is 25 or something like that so maybe reader could be some Lyney's friend or idk...

There is no Lynette content and I AM STARVING FOR IT!!!

Thanks :)

Ofc, dw about her age I know she is an adult as she uses the teen girl model (it's only named teen girl but everyone who uses it is 18 or 18+). I'm fine with writing on these characters, it's only the obvious children/loli characters I don't write on irrespective of their age :)

Also, I actually love Lynette so much. Didn't expect to be into her but she's so cute and charming, and being catgirl is a great plus point ;)

18+ CONTENT MDNI

Game: Genshin Impact

Characters: Lynette x g!p reader

Type: Smut and Fluff (kissing, creampie, alleyway sex)

A heavy downpour invaded the Court of Fontaine yet again, causing the residents to seek shelter as soon as possible. You ran over the puddles and reached a backward alley then sighed as you stood against the wall under a shop's hood. You removed your hat and gazed at the sky, watching endless drops of rain pour from the dark array of clouds.

"Hah~ I should have left early if I knew it would rain....I might miss the show this way." you pondered, regretting your actions. You were supposed to attend Lyney's upcoming show but had been caught in personal matters hence couldn't leave earlier.

"I don't want to let her down...," you sighed further, Lyney and his Lynette had recently started gaining popularity in their magic shows and you were one of their most advent supporters, helping them advertise and bringing the show to every corner of Fontaine.

"Nya~ Meow~" you suddenly heard purring of cats and looked down to see a kitten near your foot, rubbing itself against your skin. You smiled and were about to bend down to pet it but she turned and ran away. You followed her direction of movement and spotted more cats gathered not too far away and became suspicious, you then followed the said cat up till the hoard and were surprised seeing the sight in front of you.

"Lynette? What are you doing here?" you saw Lynette cradled against the wall while hugging a cat to herself and burying her face in it. You noticed her tail was curved around her body and her ears folded backwards, indicating she was distressed. She perked up hearing your voice and looked at you, her beautiful violet eyes brimming with tears yet she didn't make a single sound. You became worried and knelt down in front of her, cautiously approaching her.

"What happened? Why are you here? Don't you and Lyney have a show soon?"

Lynette sniffled a tear and released the cat in her arms then lunged on you, embracing you tightly. The two of you were dating for a while and you couldn't bare seeing your girlfriend be upset this way, you wanted to know what happened. You held her tightly and gently patted her head, rubbing her ears making her ease into your arms

"Did someone say something to you about your appearance again?"

"Mhm..." she nodded and you felt upset for her, you had known how she was often mocked for her unique appearance as her brother looked like a normal human while she was different due to her ears and tail. Despite how uninterested and monotonous she behaved, there were times when she'd too feel upset and resolve to running away this way to cry by herself.

"Don't think about it. There's nothing wrong with you, you know that. Didn't your Father say they are unique and very useful?"

"Mmm...." Lynette instinctively buried her face in your neck, her tail now rested straight upon the floor. She melted in your touch as you petted her ears, your body giving her comfort and warmth. Lynette had gradually come to not take such mockery to heart, but you knew something serious must have happened for her to wallow this way.

You were angry and Lynette could feel your heart pounding in your chest, she looked up at you with a longing expression and leaned in to peck your lips. Your gaze softened and you pulled her close in a passionate kiss, cuddling your lips together as her tail now stood upright indicating her happiness. She wrapped her arms around your neck and stood on her toes to kiss deeper, prompting you to instead hold her up against the wall.

"Ny-ah~" a moan came out of her as your movements became rougher, your tongues engaged in a heated manner while her legs slowly wrapped around your waist. She could feel your bulge rub against her abdomen and began grinding on it, seeking her own pleasure. You groaned before kissing her neck and her hand moved to unbuckle your belt.

"Wait, L-Lynette....here? Are you sure?"

"Mm....I don't think you want to wait, nya~" she licked your cheek as she palmed your clothed dick before zipping down your pants and freeing it. She turned around and leaned on the wall with her ass towards you, looking back at you with a mischievous grin. You flipped up her skirt and moved her stockings down with her underwear before rubbing your fingers over her folds, feeling them already dripping.

"H-Hurry up, Lyney will worry otherwise....mhm~"

It was rare to see her become so impatient, but she was absolutely adorable this way. You pushed your cock inside her folds, slowly parting her walls until you were sheathed to the hilt. You moaned out together, her warm walls clamping on your dick while your tip touched her deepest spots. You held her waist as you began thrusting, moving your length in and out of her slowly. You moved it out until just your tip touched her entrance before quickly shoving deeply, a loud moan accompanied with a purr leaving her mouth.

You wasted no more time and began thrusting fast and rough, practically pounding into her in this backward alley. You knew this could get you both in trouble, sex in public this way would no way be taken lightly in Fontaine. But you both were too turned on to worry. You gripped her hips tighter and pulled her towards you, drilling into hard. Your hands dug in the flesh of her hips, sound of your thighs slapping against plump ass resounding in the alley.

"Aaah~ Ny-aah~ M-More....mhmmmm!~"

Lynette's moans were low yet arousing combined with her occasional purring, her tail standing upright and rested against your body. You grinned and suddenly held the tip of her tail and lightly caressed it, shivers running through her body as she gasped. You knew her weak spots well, and it was no secret to you that she liked it when you touched her tail this way. You held her arms and pulled her back, holding her body upright as you thrusted faster now.

"Mmmm~ I-Inside...nyaaah~!"

You kissed her shoulder followed by a bite then shoved in deep as you released, your hot cum seeping in her walls. She came soon after, releasing on your cock still hilted deeply in her. You panted out together and shared a gentle kiss, smiling at each other.

"Feeling better?"

"Mhm...thank you."

#genshin smut #genshin impact smut #genshin impact #genshin women #lynette #lynette x reader #genshin x reader

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yanderederee · 1 year

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MeetYourTutor,

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2004 - Eight Grade-year

Baji Keisuke really did try to be as straight laced as he could, but his grades showed none of the same effort.

Ever since he came home to his mother crying, scared for her baby boy’s future, Keisuke started to realize that his actions and mistakes could be big— real, and hurt the people he wanted to protect.

‘I cant be worrying her like that’, he reasoned to himself. She was a young mom. 28 years of age, with a 13 year old brat… Keisuke knows he’s made life hell for her, but she never gave up on. He tried making up for everything he ruined for her, becoming more respectful in towards her the most recent years, doing as he’s told (for the most part) and helping around the apartment… to make her proud.

He was really trying.

February22nd, 2004

Baji Keisuke is held back from entering into the third year of middle school, and will have to repeat year two.

—-As stated by an official government stamped letter; to the Baji residence mailbox.

Ryoko Baji cried when she thought her son was asleep. Keisuke’s guilt sank in deeper and deeper as the hours passed.

He asks Mikey for advice, and sure as boxes are square, glasses make you smart.

Two days pass, and a single failed shopping trip turned 40 v 1 man brawl later, he obtained the smartest person glasses he could find.

So why the hell were the pre-qualifying class assignment packets practically illegible? The glasses help (he swears) but he really had to put in the work this time.

February26th, 2004

Imagine how confused Baji felt, watching his mom hustle into the apartment, giddy despite having returned home after her third shift of the day. It was rare to see her home these last few months. She’d put on a brave face and did her best to help Keisuke through what had just happened 7 months ago— but a man was dead and her son had been the face of local news. Finding work was hard, but she preserved.

He wouldn’t let those efforts go to waste.

Ryoko held up a cutely decorated 8x11 colored printing paper, advertising 30-60 minute tutoring sessions for 1,000¥ per week, and encouraged her son to take the opportunity. Baji was quick to agree with her.

That’s how you met Ryoko and Keisuke Baji.

Ryoko had contacted you the same day, asking for further set details.

You were to attend the same school, which made things more convenient for when school would start up next month.

So, after you’d looking over Keisuke’s pre-qualification-class assignment packet, you got a feel for where you should focus your efforts.

But Baji Keisuke was Fucking unreadable. He was grinning like a boy and thanking you for your help one second, the next you’re like a stranger to him. He couldn’t remember your name at first either, qualifying to calling you whatever name came to mind first.

You would once in a while poke irritably at the nerdy four eyes, and how you were technically older than him, by eight months, in fact.

So to poke back, he addressed you like the upperclassman you claimed to be, sempai-chan.

From your first meeting, up til March 5th, you and Baji had studied hard for the pre-qualifying test that would take place on the 15th.

School would start early April, and a strong start is going to be your greatest milestone, as you claimed.

… Yeah, up until March 5th, when you and Baji found and cared for a broken kitten on the side of the road. *› nav:part.1… ›

It wasn’t normal to see injured animals laying so out in the open. It was even more nerve wracking to notice the broken bones were human inflicted. What kind of bastard hurts a fucking kitten?

The thought made Baji Keisuke’s blood boil.

Starting from that day, he started paying closer attention to those in the area. This was the first time something like that had happened.

But nothing happened since.

Activity was taking place away from his side of town. Keisuke didn’t have to worry about you, since he was a half hour walk away. You never went out after dark, and your weekends were mostly spent in safe areas.

He didn’t have to worry about you.

You shyly admitted to Baji once that you named Sango after the day you two had found her. (san-3, go-5, san.go-3.5> march 5th)

March 11th, 2004

The only time he felt calm was when he watched you ideally scribble gibberish into a notebook. He watched your hands. The way your fingers flex in delicate and quick strokes, the lead rattling in the mechanical pencil filling the comfortable silence between you two.

The glasses Keisuke had purchased were practically made of two way glass. He saw out of them just fine. They weren’t prescribed glasses or anything, just a tool that made him smarter.

But from those looking his direction, thanks to the thick rims and aggressive reflect; his sharp resting bitch face eyes went completely unnoticed.

He was grateful for that the most, Baji decided when he caught you take a glance up at him, completely unaware how he was just staring at your hands.

You thought you were slick with that glance. It was cute.

You weren’t nervous of Baji I’m the slightest. By nature, Baji sort of registered you as a small animal worthy of his protection and at least some respect.

He gave you credit where it was due; you were smart and patient with his dumb ass, circling with a pink gel pen where he went wrong, and your neat handwriting next to it with helpful reminders.

He dazed off while he was watching you study. You were just mesmerizing, somehow.

“Why do I have to remember these stupid old guys who’ve been dead for like, a thousand years?” Baji was growing more and more restless as the lesson continued.

You gave a pitiful look, and sighed. “Yeah, it is pretty pointless when you think about it, but,” you grinned, and started a bit of a story time to make the history lesson more enjoyable to sit through. Stringing along stories of these old dead guys of the Edo period as characters (who’s names you repeated often).

Baji seemed to get it, actually. He could follow a good story line.

“So this Nobunagi guy—“ “Nobunaga.” You corrected. “Yeah, whatever, he just decided one day he was gonna just unite japan?”

He was engaging.

Ecstatic, you gave a wide smile and nodded. He was finally retaining something.

After some praise, Baji was content with the work he’d done today. So, when you’d decided to shift your attention back to your own paper so he could do the same, he realized just how tired he was.

The soft strokes of your pencil lead against the smooth paper was like a lullaby lulling him to sleep, as his eyes grew heavier and heavier. Cross armed and head jostled against his left shoulder, Baji Keisuke well asleep in his chair.

You didn’t notice for a while, actually. Not until you heard a soft snore break through the silence of the library. Looking up, you noticed Baji slumped in slumber.

Of corse he was sleepy. You of all people knew this. You were the one keeping him up at night, both with school prep and sentimental thoughts he couldn’t simply swat away.

You let out a soft chuckle before resting your hand on your hand, gazing upon him for a little while.

Longer, you stared. His hair was slicked back, but it was long. You wondered how long, which lead to wondering how he would look if he ditched the nerd cut. He was handsome, from what you could tell. It was a shame he had to hide behind glasses.

You brought up the idea of contacts to him, but he shooed the idea quickly. The curiosity of the subject never peaked your interest like how it was now. Maybe it’s because he looked so vulnerable. While giving a fluttering glance to his lips, you had noticed a very sharp canine. Sure, he smirked and showed off his toothy grin a lot, but you couldn’t help wanting to touch them.

Weirdo.

As minutes passed, you finally couldn’t take the curiosity swimming in your head anymore. Gently—very, gently, you shifted closer to Baji, and slowly grazed your fingers against the plastic rim of his glasses. You pulled the ear pieces back very slightly, so as to not disturb the peaceful sleeper.

This was the first time you had seen Baji Keisuke so vulnerable. Even in class, his eyebrows seemed to always pinch together in annoyance, frustration, boredom, almost all the time. His features were soft… decently long eyelashes, smooth skin pulling over his higher cheekbones.

He was more than handsome, Baji was a pretty boy. You blushed softly at this revelation. On second thought, maybe he did need the glasses. Both of your sanity and his lowkey persona.

You leaned in just a little closer. When you looked closely enough, you could see some slight discoloration. Little scapes that healed over many times. Now that you were paying attention, his knuckles were also a little raw. Dry, and darker than the skin on his hand.

You admired how peaceful he looked, subconsciously leaning closer and closer to get a better look at all his features before he could wake. You didn’t even notice how close you were until you felt Baji’s breath softly exhale against your lips.

You almost wanted to kiss him—

But you didn’t have time to let your brain work the information before Baji started to stir. Panic soon rested in, and you dropped the glasses on the table on top of his study paper before pushing your head down to look very interested in the stupid study packet.

Baji let out a deep baritone groan as he began to stretch his limbs, yawning instinctually. Imagine his surprise when he blinks his eyes awake to notice everything crystal clear, no obstruction on his peripheral vision like he was now used to. He too started to panic, noticing the way his glasses were tossed on his paper. They must have fell off, he reasoned, before quickly scooping them up with lightning speed.

Glancing your way, he feels relief that you seemed too focused on your studies to notice his little blunder. Oh right. Studying. That’s why you two were here in the first place.

Baji groaned once he got a look at his paper. Barely even through the first half of the page. He really did not feel like studying. He needed to get out and warm up the stiffness in his muscles. Maybe Toman had some business to take care of he could take on. The thought excited him.

You glanced his direction once again. The displeased look on Baji’s face was very clear. Even if you were to force him to sit and memorize the useless knowledge, you knew he wouldn’t retain it with the headspace he was swirling in. So in an attempt to act casual, you asked,

“I-it’s seven, so we can head out if you want,” you offered, packing your things premature of the answer. “I’ll treat you to a juice or something from the vending machine in the commons.”

Baji wasn’t one to turn down the chance to ditch the school work Or getting a free juice box.

Not having to ask twice, he dumped all his stuff in his bag with no filing system whatsoever.

“Say, where do you go in such a hurry after school?”

Well, he wasn’t expecting that question from you. Wide eyed and panicked, Baji tried thinking up a quick lie. “I visit. The… pet clinic.” He nodded. Somehow you believed it, or acted like you did at least. A wide close mouthed smile made its way on your face at the confession.

“That’s cute. You really care about animals. Volunteer work?”

Baji grumbled under his breath while looking away with a bashful spread. “Whatever. Guess you could call it that.”

If you considered tracking down clues to find the bastards who were responsible for multiple similar cases like Sango, broken legs or pelvic bones, cigarette burns and such; than sure, he was happy to volunteer.

“Oh yeah,” he suddenly remembered. “Sango. Vet said she only had a week left for recovery. Should be dispatched to a shelter nearby sometime after.”

“A shelter?” You asked in a whisper yell voice, eyes akin to saucers. “But-“ you tried to say something, but it died in your throat before anything else could come out. Your face dropped a little, dejected.

“If you wanna keep her, the vet said it wouldn’t be a problem.” He offered you the peace of advice.

Yet, your downcast eyes seemed to lose their usual playful energy.

What the hell?

“I’m not allowed to own a pet.” You said, almost like the sentence was scripted. “Why not?” Baji asked casually. Though he appeared neutral, he could tell something was off. This might be his chance to infiltrate your exterior.

You glanced his way for only a moment, and he could see the gears turning in your head, filtering what you want to say, to what you will say. “My… parents are allergic.”

You were a good person. He knew this the moment he’d met you. And good people can’t lie for shit, through his experience. “Bullshit—-“ Baji caught himself just after the word slipped, snapping his hand over his mouth once he realized.

You looked up at him with confusion written on your face. “I-I mean, sorry, I didn’t mean for that to come off that way.” He shook his head in defeat. “You ain’t a good liar though, y/n.”

Shifting your eyes downcast again, this time you masked your true face behind a giggle. “Can’t say I didn’t try. It’s not important.” You shook your head, and before Baji could interject, you had already recollected yourself and shifted the attention elsewhere.

“Im on dinner duty tonight, so I’ll go ahead first today.” You smiled brightly as you said this. You’d already handed him his promised juice box. But your smile was fake. You were definitely a bad liar.

“If ya say so. Wait up a sec, ‘ll walk you home,” While Baji worded it as a statement, an order almost, you didn’t take it that way.

“No worries! I can manage.”

Again, before he could intervene, you took off at a brisk pace. Damnit.

Keisuke was trying to be patient with you. But it wasn’t in his nature. “The hell’s her problem?” He whispered with a click of his tongue, before throwing all his shit in his bag and jogging to catch up with you.

But even as he scanned the hallways and school grounds like a hawk, you weren’t to be found. Were you really that quick? No way. Regardless, he did have a Toman meeting. So, after some hesitation, he let the unsettling feeling behind at the school.

He couldn’t know that you’d ducked into an empty classroom and were huddled with your knees to your chest as you stared off into nothing.

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TEACH ME HOW TO LOVE! 22. 2 people, 1 truth

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“they really are little rascals, especially this one!” atsumu huffed with an orange kitten pressed against his chest. you found him near an alleyway and were currently walking back to april’s store.

it was a convenience store, and she used the second floor as her living space. after you were banned from eating the snacks at your parents’ place, you started hanging out at april’s more often. she always gave you the snacks for free and you spent most of your childhood there: in april’s store next to her floor fan as customers came and went.

“you’re back!” april rushed out in a hurry, reaching to pet the kitten still in your arms. “their mom’s in the back with the other younglings so i’ll need to wash them. but before that, tell me how i can repay the two of you.”

you rushed to decline. “no, no. don’t worry about it, we did this because we just wanted to help.”

april laughed heartily. “then thank you, darling, for helping me find the kittens.” she smiled towards atsumu, “and thank you… y/n’s boyfriend. looks like i never got your name!” she erupted again in buoyant laughter.

your co-star returned her smile. “it’s atsumu miya, nice to meet you.” his response garnered an elbow to the side from you. “he’s not my boyfriend, just a coworker,” you clarified quickly.

her excitement didn’t fade, a sly twinkle shining in her aged eyes. she grabbed the kittens from you and atsumu, the two troublemakers tugging insistently at her floral blouse. “we’ll continue this later, they’re really impatient aren’t they?”

when april left, you and atsumu occupied the bench in front of the store. he stretched and yawned. “what were you saying about your parents before you got cut off?” he asked curiously.

“oh, my parents aren’t here anymore. we moved to miyagi prefecture when i got to high school, and they stayed there after i moved to tokyo for university.”

“must’ve been hard when their only child left,” he said, lifting a brow when you laughed. “not at all,” you replied. “i was a handful to them, they were glad i left.”

growing up, a part of you resented your parents for moving away from your hometown. you dreamt of everything: attending a nearby high school and keeping up with your studies—going home and helping the residents with their tasks around town. it was the perfect harmony, and it was shattered due to your parents.

you realized later it was because they hated everything the town stood for: peace, gaiety, and the ability to melt your heart. they must’ve hated the cool summers too—the long family walks through town after supper where you admired wildflowers in the sidewalk cracks. they must’ve hated the colorful peonies in the spring and the lively tradition where all the residents came together to have one big picnic in the field. you still remembered it so vividly. each household needed to bring something special (music, toys for the kids, food, or drinks) to be able to participate. once, your parents said you were their special item and the residents exploded in cheerful laughter and agreement. looking back, you wondered how true that actually was of your parents.

they were bored of the place they grew up in, and they tossed it away without even asking you. they threw their friends away, the memories they made with everyone, and—worse of all—they desecrated your love for the town and its people.

you’d cried during departure, watching as everyone bore smiling faces in an attempt to uplift yours. you hadn’t cried in years, and you were about to attend high school. you saw them hand you gifts—all the things you loved and things that’ll remind you of your true home. you hoped they knew you weren’t the one who wanted to leave; you hoped they knew it was because your parents hated their kind generosity.

“i hated leaving my hometown behind. if i could, i would’ve stayed with them while my parents left. i would’ve been okay without them. but when i got to my new school, things started to get better,” you said, fidgeting with the palm of your hand. “i excelled at my classes and made new friends. they filled an empty part in me and i was able to be with them 24/7 through volleyball.” you paused for a moment. “but my parents didn’t like that. they didn’t like it when i went to my team’s matches to support them, they didn’t like that i was barely home with them.”

atsumu remained silent while you talked. his back was pressed against the wall and his shoulder was touching yours. his silence comforted you, his warmth made you continue. “i think they realized it was out of their control now, that when i went off to university, they wouldn’t have to deal with me anymore. i saved up money from my part-time job and moved to tokyo with my friends. my parents stopped calling me afterwards, but i still send money back home to them.”

you choked back a sob, chuckling at the weird situation: you pouring your feelings out to your attentive co-star. you avoided looking at him.

“what about your aunt april? couldn’t you have stayed with her?”

you laughed quietly. “she’s not my real aunt, her husband isn’t my real uncle either. they just treated me really nicely, like i was a part of their family. actually, they were my parents’ rivals. the town only needed one convenience store and i guess my parents were the ones who left. maybe they didn’t like how welcoming aunt april treated me, but i knew she never wanted us to leave. and i never wanted to be seen as a burden to them. they already had so much on their plate, i just couldn’t invade their lives like that.”

atsumu hummed. “but if you had asked, they would’ve accepted in a heartbeat.” you smiled sadly—what he said was true.

you couldn’t help but imagine what your life would’ve been like if you’d stayed. you would’ve been happy, you would’ve continued to stay in your hometown after graduation, maybe even become a farmer. you would’ve been surrounded by people who loved you and familiar sights. but you would’ve never met shimizu and the others. you would’ve never realized the wonders of living in a big city filled with opportunities. you wouldn’t be acting. you wouldn’t have met atsumu and experienced all of this.

when you realized that silence took over the conversation, you attempted a weak smile. “well! enough of me—”

“you don’t have to hide it, y/n,” atsumu said. “you can be unprofessional too.”

your heart staggered. hot tears threatened to fall and you only said, “it’s okay, i don’t want to talk about it right now.”

atsumu nodded at your response, sitting up more casually. you were grateful when he started talking: “it’ll be unfair if i didn’t tell you about myself too, right?” he stopped briefly to think. “my brother and i were adamant about volleyball during high school. awards, summer camps, interhigh, nationals—you name it. being recognized for your incredible setting skills had its perks,” he winked and you laughed. “i got some modeling gigs and then eventually went into acting.”

you listened intently to him as he spoke. there was always something about atsumu. was it his assertiveness or the way he naturally drew people in? you had a feeling it was both. the more time you spent with him, the more you wanted to know about him.

“the first time i scored a big role, i was confused by how happy i felt. i remembered the amount of compliments they gave me, not only for my acting skills but for volleyball as well. ‘a real talent,’ they’d told me once, and it made me want to continue acting. i struggled here and there with getting roles, mainly due to my inexperience, but it was a challenge i wanted to overcome. i felt the same amount of frustration when messing up a scene as passing a bad set. i felt the same amount of joy too, so it was difficult to decide which path i wanted to take after high school.”

you asked when he became silent, “how did your parents react?”

he didn’t turn to look at you but you saw his lips pulled into a grim smile. “horrible,” he said. “‘samu wanted to pursue culinary arts and i wanted to focus on acting. my parents knew i had some roles during high school but they didn’t like that i wanted to do it professionally. my mom was clinging onto the chance that i would continue volleyball unlike my brother.” atsumu tightened his hands, his expression hard and dour. “but they didn’t realize that i was still playing, just not competitively. i didn’t compromise my love for it, never did.”

you felt a strange pull of admiration. you could hate atsumu all you want for his actions, but you could never hate the confidence he radiated. you’ve seen it before: at the script read through and on the first day of filming. when he stepped on set, reading his lines with such certainty and zeal, your eyes didn’t want to look away. so this was atsumu miya, you thought. this was the highly praised atsumu—the side he proudly chose to display.

but right now, he was just atsumu, regular atsumu. he was another person that goes through things like everyone else. you had believed vehemently before that your co-star was only capable of hate and disdain. that he could only conjure up sly, distasteful frowns. now he was more human than you thought.

“i’m sorry,” was all you could say in response. atsumu shook his head, his eyes downcasted. “it got better eventually, it’s been a couple years and they’ve come around.”

he continued: “it took a lot to convince them and myself that it was the right choice. i didn’t land any major roles for a year straight.”

you blinked. who wouldn’t want atsumu on their production? even if this happened years ago, atsumu already had a couple major roles under his belt. you had a feeling it wasn’t him or his skills that were at fault.

“a fucking year straight,” he spat his words venomously. “i practiced everyday until my body gave up, and for what? some rich insecure pieces of shit to come by and flaunt their money in the director’s face? i didn’t want anything to stop me from acting except my skills.”

you imagined atsumu practicing his lines over and over again until he was satisfied. you saw him beating himself up for every mistake he would make. to atsumu, it must’ve felt like preparing for a volleyball match: setting and serving until he could no longer—until his exhausted body begged him to stop. it felt vivid to you. after all, you were both hardworking perfectionists, and you were both treading through an industry where the rich reigned and the skilled surrendered.

for a year straight, atsumu dealt with this. he couldn’t do anything, powerless to change the directors’ decisions.

you stared at him with a pained expression. “bribery,” you said meekly and he nodded. “just like what emma did.”

“so you knew,” he said, low and accepting.

“yes, i did, about her bribing director sage. but i want to hear it from you, not from a friend or anywhere else.”

he nodded and you braced yourself for what was about to come. “i didn’t know at first, no one did except for the director and committee team. you wouldn’t have expected her to do something like that: she was nice and endearing, even to the staff members. but i always questioned why director sage was so hard on her. it wasn’t as if she lacked talent. she was good—well, good enough, i suppose. then i realized what it was about her. she had talent but not skills from experience. whenever filming lasted longer than it should’ve due to her, everyone was forgiving. they ignored her issues because she was nice and pretty.”

you swallowed at his words. with money, you could buy opportunities, but not skills and experience that are on par with actors who’ve been doing this for way longer. you couldn’t, unless you knew how to adapt—unless you were a quick learner. emma was none of those things.

you watched atsumu rub his hands against his face, a sorrowful chuckle leaving his lips. “there were signs and i was blind to them. i only focused on her, thinking how amazing she was. she only had two years of experience so her mistakes were understandable. but this was a director sage film. his standards were fucking crazy. how did she land the main role if not for bribery and blackmail?”

you had to confess, after returning from the trip to the record store slash beach, you finally watched director sage’s latest film. it aired two years ago but was one of his most popular works ever. emma had the main role but surprisingly, atsumu was only the second lead. he didn’t have much screen time but whenever he appeared in a scene with emma, you felt your heart stop, your breath hitching in your throat. their chemistry was otherworldly, and you understood why the whole internet went into chaos when they broke up. if you had watched this two years ago, you would’ve rooted for them too.

“oh, but,” he quickly turned towards you, saying softly, “don’t blame director sage too much. it was his choice to make, but there were devastating circumstances. if he didn’t accept emma’s bribe, there would’ve been no film. her father would’ve cut off all the budget, including the ones from other companies. a single word from him would’ve cost director sage his career.” atsumu’s eyes turned dark and discernible. “i’m not saying his choice was right. emma forcibly stole opportunities from other aspiring actors and director sage helped her to do so. but still… he was in a difficult situation.”

there was affection in his voice when he said the last sentence. you’ve seen them interact many times before, and it always occurred to you how easily atsumu laughed and smiled in the director’s presence. they both adored one another dearly, both having fond memories of working together years ago.

“don’t worry, i don’t,” you reassured him. “but when i came, you thought i also blackmailed him. you thought director sage was put in another difficult situation.” you weren’t angry at him, you only stated frankly what had happened. but the latter pained atsumu more than the former. he wished you would yell at him or be in a fit of rage again (like your confrontation at the beach) because he knew he was wrong. he messed up and you were the one that was hurt.

but you didn’t fault him, not after hearing about everything. atsumu was distrusting, both towards you and the acting industry. how could he not? the person he was in love with had betrayed her morals and his trust.

“you’re right,” he said. “i was too quick to blame you. i judged you without knowing anything and spoke about you badly when i wasn’t any better. you were none of the things i claimed you were. you’re incredible, you know that? you made those four idiots fall in love with you on the first day of filming. you made director sage fall in with you. and you reminded me what good acting was. it was exhilarating to see someone with the same amount of passion as me. i fell in love with acting again just by watching you act.”

your cheeks burned at his words. you’ve received compliments before but it was different when your unapproachable and grumpy co-star said it.

atsumu shifted to face you, both of your feet pointing in each other’s directions. “so i’m sorry, y/n. i’m sorry for dragging you into this, you were never the problem. what those staff members said were true: i am extremely cocky and pretentious, i’m hasty and reckless with both my actions and words. and i had hurt you greatly. could you forgive me?”

you felt his vulnerability, his hesitant gaze on you. it wasn’t his fault, you wanted to say. it was okay.

“i could, and i will. you’re forgiven, atsumu.” you waited another moment to say, “not everything the staff members said was true. you’re not undeserving of your role or fame.”

“did they say that too?”

you nodded and his eyebrows pinched together. “they said that because of my relationship with emma. after the film aired, everyone in the industry knew. some felt stronger about it than others; some could care less because it was so normalized; and some even praised her for being rich and having connections. it’s gross. if you don’t have the skills to earn your roles fairly through auditioning, you’re pathetic. instead of using that money to drag the director and your co-stars down, you should be spending it on acting classes.”

you had to tug on his arm to get his attention. you didn’t mind his rant, but you were too curious about what that had to do with him being labeled “undeserving.”

atsumu caught your eye and said, “oh, right. emma and i broke up a year after the film. we didn’t tell anyone what the reason was, but the bribery part was only half the story. those staff members were the same ones i worked with all those years ago. they saw how emma and i were—probably thought i was the same blackmailing fox as her.” he let out another low chuckle. “or maybe that i used my connection with director sage to my advantage. or that i already had my chance to work with him, and that another person should’ve gotten the opportunity.”

in your eyes, atsumu was never undeserving. director sage picked him for the lead role because he truly believed atsumu was worthy of it. you’d heard from kuroo that atsumu came out of his year-long break because of director sage. he just wanted to work with his favorite director again. atsumu had the confidence and skills to do so. what was so wrong about that?

you patted him on the shoulder. “it’s not true, everyone knows it’s not. don’t be so hard on yourself.” your words made him laugh. a genuine one this time, it wasn’t sorrowful or somber like the previous ones.

“thank you,” he said. “i’ll take it easy. i didn't think this trip would become so sentimental. did i bore you?” he asked mischievously. you shook your head no, the two of you exchanging pleasant smiles.

you stretched your arms. how long were the two of you sitting on the wooden bench anyway? the sun was disappearing and leaving behind a trail of vibrant vermillion in its wake. it was already five o’clock.

when the two of you peeked inside the convenience store, you saw april talking with her husband by the cash register. she noticed you two, turning to say, “there they are! did you have fun out there?”

apparently she had finished washing the kittens a long time ago, even having enough time to prepare dinner. a large dinner, enough to feed an army. “we didn’t want to interrupt the sweet moment so we waited,” april beamed while you, atsumu, and her husband followed behind on the staircase.

atsumu whispered to you, “should i be here?”

you nodded. after all, april’s homemade meals were the best. no amount of restaurants could compare, you knew he would be missing out if he didn’t give it a try.

thankfully, dinner wasn’t awkward. april’s husband got along well with your co-star, minus the first interaction when he’d mistaken him for your boyfriend. it was becoming a running joke but you didn’t mind. you finally had the chance to sit down and talk to april and her husband, reminiscing about what happened during the time when you didn’t visit. you mentioned your previous film—vengeance—and the two of them chatted about your amazing performance. apparently everyone in town stopped what they were doing to watch it the day it aired. they were your first ever supporters after all.

you also mentioned your friends, to which april smiled in relief. then you talked about your new film and gestured towards atsumu, your co-star who was caught off guard with food stuffed in his mouth. you left out all the bad parts in your story, focusing mainly on your “friendly” competition at the amusement park and the fun trip to the record store slash beach. you also mentioned jolie and the others, even director sage and how he looked better in person.

atsumu got to talk too: about his twin brother and their volleyball experience during high school. atsumu boasted about being the number one setter and april’s husband, who you’ve known since childhood, brought up unexpectedly about how he’d played once as well.

“captain of my team,” he laughed with his whole body. “that was my prime.”

it got to the point where all the dirty dishes were cleaned off the table and april brought out peeled tangerines. you got to play with the kittens while atsumu and april’s husband continued to converse about volleyball. it was endearing and bittersweet that the two of you had to leave. you wanted to freeze the moment—you’d forgotten how nice it felt to be back in your hometown.

“must you go already?” april asked, standing at the door of her convenience store. her husband chimed in, “if they don’t catch the train, they’ll be stuck here.”

she nudged him with an annoyed expression. “that’s what i’m trying to do.” she turned back towards you. “the whole town’s excited for your new film, y/n. we’ll definitely watch it so make sure to visit again. you as well, atsumu.”

the two of you thanked them for dinner, saying your farewells and heading to the train station.

“thank you for bringing me here,” atsumu said as you waited on the platform.

“did i one up you? be honest.”

he replied hesitantly, “yes. i have to admit your hometown is pretty nice.”

“then let me borrow your jacket again on the train.”

“oh? you’re finally gonna go to sleep?”

your eyes widened in embarrassment. “you knew?” he smirked at your dazed expression. “how could i not? kind of hard when you were wriggling in your seat trying to get comfortable.”

“i will fall asleep this time. today’s been really exhausting.”

atsumu peered down at you, saying, “good work today, y/n, and…”

he didn’t get to finish his sentence, interrupted by the roaring of the approaching train. you stepped inside, turning to ask, “what did you say?”

“nevermind,” he smiled. “let’s get to our seats before we both fall asleep standing up.”

atsumu had told you many things today, but the unspoken ones might’ve been the most important. he wanted to tell you again that he was sorry for everything. and he wanted to tell you that he was glad you were his co-star.

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fun facts:

director sage did NOT like working with emma one bit, but he made sure to hide his disdain at all times.

when atsumu went to audition for director sage's previous film, he went with a friend of his. she practiced for the main role relentlessly but her audition didn't pass. atsumu always held a grudge towards emma for stealing his friend's chance; if it weren't for her, his friend would've gotten the role. she was a better actress than emma anyway.

y/n and atsumu took a million pictures of the kittens. there were five of them! she sent them all to the group chat for them to gawk at.

TEACH ME HOW TO LOVE! ｡ｏ♡ an atsumu miya smau

synopsis: when y/n l/n, a rising actress, decides to star in a romance film that could make or break her career, she’s unable to showcase her skills, revealing her inexperience within the romance department instead. worst of all, atsumu miya, her co-star and the main lead’s love interest, seems to hate her guts! with absolutely, unbearably zero chemistry between the two, an idea was proposed: spend time with one another in the upcoming weeks. will y/n be able to ignore her professionalism and listen to her heart? and will she, a clueless romantic, be able to pick up on the signs her co-star is sending her?

a/n: FINALYL FINISHED UGHHH I SWEAR THIS TOOK AN ETERNITY hoped u liked y/n and atsumu's backstories + his very heartfelt apology + emma being a very bad person

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To Have & To Hold

"Do you, Coriolanus Snow, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife? To have and to hold? To love and cherish in sickness and in health as long as you both shall live? To be a beacon of safety and stability, to care for her and the children you shall gift her?"

Coriolanus feels a smirk tugging on his lips before he answers.

"I do."

It's amusing how easy it is to slip the wedding ring onto his fiance's finger, binding her to him forever. Her hands shake slightly when she slips his ring onto his own finger. She's nervous.

He can't blame her. It's been a whirlwind of a year. For both of them that is. Coriolanus Snow became President of Panem at the age of twenty-six and he needed a wife. Sure he could've married someone he knew, someone he grew up with. But that was such a risk. He needed a girl who knew nothing about him other than what she had been told.

That's how he found Soarynn Nightingale.

He'd been giving a speech at the Academy, the school he graduated from, encouraging the youth of Panem to see themselves as the future of Panem. He'd droned on and on, reading from the cards that had been written for him when his eyes drifted to a blonde head of hair sitting in the front row.

He got a better look at her once his speech was over and he was allowed to mingle with the Professors and students. He shook some hands and took some photos and just as luck would have it Professor Clay was introducing him to one of his star students.

Soarynn had been so quiet. A shy, timid little thing. But she was beautiful, and clearly well educated if she was attending the Academy. Both things that were important to Coriolanus.

He'd gone home and read every little thing he could find about the Nightingales. Her father was Glen Nightingale, a widowed man with one daughter. She would turn eighteen in exactly one year. So his plan began.

It wasn't hard to schedule a meeting with Glen Nightingale and it was even easier to convince him to marry off his daughter to him. After all, Coriolanus was the President of Panem, he'd be doing Glen a humongous favor by marrying his shy little daughter. He kept his distance from Soarynn, didn't visit her, didn't send her gifts, nothing. Her job was to focus on her studies and to stay out of trouble. Stay pure, for him.

He had several tests run on her, bloodwork, the whole nine yards. The results came back and she was perfectly healthy and so very fertile. It was perfect.

Yesterday she turned eighteen and today, she was getting married. He realized how bad it must look in the eyes of the public. She was practically a child bride. But he didn't care, didn't need their opinions of him. He was President of Panem and nothing was in his way.

"You may now kiss the bride."

Soarynn looked entirely too nervous as Coriolanus cupped her face and leaned down but he didn't care as he captured her lips in a kiss, cheers going up in the room. When he pulled away he couldn't help but whisper something in her ear.

"Welcome home Mrs. Snow."

꧁ ꧂

"President Snow your last meeting of the day was canceled."

Coriolanus looks up at his assistant Eudora Trinket who has her trusty binder in her hand, "Alright. Thank you Eudora, I'll see you tomorrow." Eudora gives him a nod before leaving for the night. Coriolanus does most of his work at home, in the President's Mansion and this meeting being canceled gives him time to have dinner with his wife.

His little wife.

He finds her in the gardens, playing with the kitten he got her in order to make this adjustment a little bit easier for her. He hadn't noticed anything off about the girl until Eudora brought it up. How lonely she must be.

Coriolanus didn't see it that way of course. She was the richest woman in all of Panem. She could buy whatever, eat whatever, and yet she spent most of her time in the Mansion's large library, pouring over the books that sat on the dusty shelves.

So he got her a cat. Petunia, she named it. A white little furball who had quite the attitude but Soarynn adored her so Coriolanus was already the hero in this situation.

He waits for her to notice him but her back is turned to him and she's enamoured by the cat. Coriolanus clears his throat and it's adorable how she scrambles to her feet, her blue-gray eyes wide as she turns and looks up at him. She's barefoot which for some reason irks him. She's the First Lady of Panem, not some common District girl. her closet is full of shoes and yet she refuses to wear them it seems unless she absolutely has to.

"I see you've foregone your shoes," he notes, "imagine my surprise."

Soarynn looks down at her feet before looking back up at him, "I...I didn't know if..."

"Tell me Soarynn, do your shoes not fit you?"

"No sir."

"So then you'll begin wearing your shoes am I correct?"

"Yes sir."

He nods, glad that's settled. They'd been married for a month and yet their conversations have been lacking. Thankfully she knows how to pose for the cameras, smile at everyone, be the perfect Capitol wife. But behind closed doors, she's so skittish.

"It's time for dinner," he says, looking down at his watch, "the cat can't come."

Petunia is currently rubbing herself against Soarynn's leg, purring up a storm. Soarynn is wearing a pink dress, it falls about midthigh and is rather plain. She must've brought this one from home. it's not that he doesn't like her clothes, how youthful they all are. That's why he married her, for her youthfulness. But he hates how childish she can be sometimes, how all rules fly out the window wherever she's concerned.

She needs a set of rules.

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Dinner was quiet as ever. Coriolanus doesn't always have dinner with her, sometimes he's busy with work or has a dinner to attend with some associates. Soarynn hasn't had any complaints about it from what he's heard.

When they get into their bedroom she heads for the bathroom but he stops her, "Come here," he says, stopping in front of the bed. For a while before their marriage, he'd considered giving her a bedroom of her own but that was too generous. She was his wife, not his roommate.

Soarynn slowly walks towards him hands clasped behind her back. Coriolanus smirks when she stops, taking it as an opportunity to circle around her like a predator to prey. Soarynn keeps her eyes trained on the floor, not daring to look him in the eye.

Coriolanus doesn't like that. He slips his finger under her chin, lifting her head up, "How have you been finding this marriage Soarynn?" He asks, watching as she tries to formulate an adequate answer. She swallows, "I've been finding it quite well sir," she whispers.

Another thing he doesn't like, she always whispers.

How many times has he wanted to yell at her to speak up? To look him in the eye?

He never does, can't have rumors going around that President Snow yells at his perfect little wife.

He hums, his other hand grabbing the fabric of her dress, pinching it between his fingers. "I think we need a set of rules." Soarynn's face slightly scrunches in confusion, "Rules?" He nods, letting her go and walking towards the fireplace, "Yes. I think setting out some rules for you would make this marriage much easier on the both of us."

He folds his hands behind his back, thinking about all the things she's done in the past month that have pissed him off in one way or another. It's not entirely her fault, she's learning, he knows that. But there's a certain expectation that falls on your shoulders if you want to be Mrs. Snow.

"First, no getting out of bed before me," he starts, "no man should ever wake up to his wife missing from their bed."

Soarynn has the decency to look slightly guilty. Since the day they got married, she's slipped out of bed before he's woken up and that's saying something considering how early he has to wake up. He nods, what a perfect first rule.

"Secondly, I expect a kiss every morning before I go to work and every evening when I come back from work. It's not easy running a country and it's even harder when your wife refuses to show you the smallest bits of physical affection."

If it hadn't been for all the cameras they've faced he's sure they wouldn't have kissed since they stood at the altar.

A frown graces Soarynn's lips but he's on a roll now.

"And your wardrobe needs some attention," his eyes land on her current attire, "desperately."

Soarynn looks hurt by his words and her bottom lip trembles, "What's wrong with my outfit?" She asks softly, tears threatening to spill from her eyes. Well, now Coriolanus feels slightly bad, critiquing every little thing about her. Not everything about her needs fixing, her physical beauty for example is perfect. He's only caught a few glances of her semi-naked form in the mirror and it's been enough to make him wonder about her sweet little virgin cunt.

Because Soarynn is a virgin.

Her father was quick to reassure Coriolanus but he wasn't taking any chances, men lie all the time and he wouldn't put it past Glen Nightingale to put his precious little daughter on some holy and untouched pedestal just so he could pass her off to Coriolanus. So he had her visit his personal doctor who further inspected her and confirmed that her hymen was still intact. A virgin.

They hadn't had sex on their wedding night. Mainly because Soarynn had been trembling and he wasn't able to enjoy himself with her in that fragile state. He heard her crying when she thought he was asleep. In her eyes, the world was ending, all her freedom was gone in the blink of an eye. He wanted to take more of it as he looked her up and down, wanted more tears.

"Well it needs to be on the floor darling," he says matter of factly, not missing the way her eyes widen in surprise. Coriolanus has always been a rather straightforward man so he finds no need to hold back his desires for his wife. He snaps his fingers when she doesn't immediately begin undressing, "On the floor Soarynn, now."

Soarynn swallows and her hands tremble as she slips off her pink dress, letting it pool around her ankles before stepping out of it. She's wearing a light pink bra with panties to match. He had after all bought her an entirely new wardrobe of lingerie. Because he's so thoughtful.

She looks so small standing in front of him, so young and naive, so pure. "Crawl to me." He might as well get her used to what he expects in the bedroom. He should come up with some rules for that too, make sure she knows that his word is law.

Soarynn looks mortified but she doesn't argue as she sinks to her knees, getting on her hands and crawling towards him. Coriolanus takes a seat in the leather armchair behind him. He often sits in it while nursing a glass of whiskey after a long day of work, watching Soarynn play with her cat. And now she's crawling towards him like one.

Once she reaches his feet she pops up on her knees, looking quite unsure of herself and what to do next. "Never touched by a man before," he sighs, cupping her small face with his large hand, smirking when she slightly leans into it. He's sure she's as touch-starved as he is, somewhat lonely. "It's time you learn how to be a good wife," he tells her, going to unzip his pants, his cock already hard. Soarynn's eyes narrow in on his impressive bulge and she gulps, "I've never..." Her voice dies off and he chuckles, "Never what? Never sucked cock before angel?" Soarynn presses her lips into a thin line when he mentions what she's about to do, "Never seen one before," she whispers.

Coriolanus raises his eyebrows, this girl truly is a virgin. Perfect for him to corrupt. He pulls his cock out from his boxers and Soarynn visibly pales at the size, looking up at him, at it. He grabs a fistful of her hair, pulling her further up on her knees, "Don't worry," he says, "you'll learn to worship it by the time I'm through with you."

Soarynn whimpers and he instructs her to open her mouth, pleased when she does so without hesitation. "Now lick the tip angel," he tells her, watching her small tongue lick up and down his tip, doing do good already. Coriolanus groans, "Good girl, now up and down the length, lick all the way up from the bottom." Soarynn furrows her eyebrows but he's quick to yank her head to the bottom of his shaft and she licks his length up and down, up and down until he's ready to truly fuck her throat.

"Now open wide," he says with a sigh, "and watch your teeth or I'll pull every single one out." He doesn't mean that but what she doesn't know won't hurt her. Soarynn slowly takes his cock in her small mouth, squeezing her eyes shut when he begins to slide in, filling her to the brim. Coriolanus lets out a low moan, "Just like that," he mumbles, "now move your head up and down, just like I showed you babydoll."

Soarynn's a fast learner to her credit because she does just as he instructed, stimulating him perfectly albeit she struggles to handle his size. Coriolanus is proudly large in both length and girth, making a blowjob quite difficult if you're the one giving it. But he loves seeing her take it and doesn't hesitate to buck his hips up every once in a while, punching the back of her throat, listening to her gag.

"Right there," he moans, tilting his head back, getting closer and closer to his peak. He throws out all regards for Soarynn's comfort as he begins to fuck her throat, holding her hair so tight that all she can do is take it. "Look at me," he orders, looking down at his pretty little wife who's mouth is full of his cock. Her eyes find him and they're filled with tears. "Perfect," he mutters, "made just for me."

He thinks about finishing just in her mouth but he needs to add an element of humiliation into this, letting her know exactly who she belongs to. "Keep your mouth open," he grits out, pulling his cock from her warm mouth. He cums right then and there, ropes landing both in her mouth and on that pretty little face of hers. Soarynn closes her eyes but stays put, letting him do whatever he pleases with her. Once he finishes he drops her hair and Soarynn sinks down further on her knees, blinking away the tears and sniffling.

"You look so pretty when you take my cock Soarynn," he murmurs, running his fingers through her soft blonde hair. Soarynn shakily nods, "Thank you, sir." Her voice is scratchy, something Coriolanus proudly notes before sitting up straighter, "Now it's time for you to prove yourself worthy of being my wife."

His cock is still hard and ready for her cunt to be wrapped around it. Soarynn glances over her shoulder towards their bed and he tuts, "No babydoll, you'll take me right here."

The look of sheer panic and fear is enough to make him cum again but he holds back, "Get up here and don't make me repeat myself."

Soarynn pushes herself from the floor, her knees shaking as she climbs onto the chair, her knees on either side of his thighs, her cunt hovering over his cock. "I...I'm scared it'll hurt," she admits softly. Coriolanus tilts his head, looking her up and down in her current state, cum on her face along with her tears. "Every time you take me it'll hurt," he says, his fingers slipping under her lace panties, ignoring the way she flinches, "but you'll take it like you should, am I understood?" Soarynn gasps when he rips her panties clean off and discards them onto the floor, "Yes sir."

Soarynn whimpers when he grabs her hips, pulling her down towards his cock, "Shouldn't, shouldn't you prepare me?" She asks, her voice breathless. Coriolanus shakes his head, so fucking ready to feel her tight cunt, "You've been preparing for this your whole life."

He pulls her down and Soarynn cries out, her entire body tensing and her hands flying to grab his shoulders. Coriolanus pays her no mind and keeps pulling her down, feeling how warm and tight her cunt is. "So fucking wet for me," he whispers. And she is wet, even if she isn't attracted to him, her body certainly is. Soarynn whines as he grips her hips tighter, "I can't," she gasps, more tears falling from her eyes.

Coriolanus shakes his head, finally pulling her down, completely bottoming out. "You will. You'll take my cock every fucking time Soarynn. It'll be the only thing you think of once I'm done with you." Soarynn's still crying but Coriolanus begins to move his hips up, his tip pressing against her sweet spot. Soarynn lets out a soft moan, "Oh," she gasps, "oh."

There it is.

He knew it would take only a few thrusts into that sweet cunt of hers to get her addicted. She'll learn to take it like she should, however he wants, whenever he wants. "There you go," he praises, thrusting into her at a rapid, punishing pace now, "finally turning into my little fuckdoll huh?" Soarynn can't even verbally respond anymore, all she can do is make pitiful little noises while she takes it like the cocksleeve she is.

He slaps his hand on her ass, hard enough to leave a bruise, "You'll take every drop of my cum too," he pants, "even when you're swollen with my child you'll still take it like you should." He can picture it now, Soarynn's stomach so much bigger, his heir inside of her, her lying on her back while she takes him over and over again.

Soarynn throws her head back, "Please sir, please it's too much." Coriolanus grabs her throat, squeezing it hard to cut off her airflow, "It can't be too much for a fuckdoll like you," he drawls, pulling her in for a heated kiss. Her lips are so soft against his, so delicate. he bites into her lower lip, drawing blood and tasting it. "You can deny it all you want but you love it," he says against her lips, making sure to drill into her sweet spot, make her dumb with it, "you love being full of my cock Soarynn, love being my good girl."

Coriolanus can feel her cunt beginning to squeeze him like a vice, she's getting closer to her peak and he can't wait to watch her fall apart, his dumb little fuckdoll. Her eyes are rolling to the back of her head, her legs shaking as she takes whatever he gives her. He can't wait to fuck her from behind, from above, in the shower, in his study. He'd fuck her on national television if he could. But she's his and no one will ever get to see her like this.

"Give it to me," he commands, his hand slipping down from her throat to play with her clit. Soarynn lets out a strangled scream the second he touches it, clearly overstimulated already. He'll have to play with her, find what makes her tick, fall apart, cry. "Be my good girl and cum."

It takes one swift pinch to her clit to get her to cum all over him, her walls fluttering around his cock as he continues to thrust into her. He's right behind her, his cock pumping her full of his cum. "Take it," he grunts, fucking it deep into her cunt, "take it like you should." Soarynn collapses against him while he slowly thrusts into her, making sure nothing is wasted. She's panting hard, her entire body trembling and he wonders if he should give her some words of encouragement, maybe wrap his arms around her.

He wants to see her dripping with his cum though.

The aftercare can wait. He grabs her waist and slowly begins to pull her off of his cock, groaning at how tight she grips him. Soarynn moans and her hands grip his shoulders. It's a heavenly sight to see her cunt dripping with his cum, running down her thighs. It's slightly red and there's a bit of blood covering his cock signifying the loss of her virginity. "Well, well, well," he croons, "looks like you fully belong to me now doll."

Soarynn gives him a look of indifference but he knows she's affected by it. She'll be terribly sore tomorrow but he'll take care of her, bathe her, clothe her, help her remember all the rules and then some.

Because she's his. To have and to hold.

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justhere4kpop · 6 months

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Easy as Breathing

P.SH x Reader

W/C:1176

Genre: Fluff, Stay at Home, Date Night.

Summary: You finally can have a date night with your partner, what will you get up to? He is the love of your life after all. Don't forget some shenanigans with a kitten.

a/n: Happy Birthday to one of my best friends on the entire planet! @hwaightme I love you so so so much and I can't believe we've spent almost a year together on this rock! Thank you for always believing in me even when I couldn't and making every day a little brighter with your art and delulu, you mean the absolute world to me and I love our chaos crew! I love you so much! I can't wait for many more! Here's to you!!!! <3 <3 <3 (also thank you my love @pocketjoong for beta-reading <3)

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Dating Seonghwa was as easy as breathing, he fell into you like a missing puzzle piece and wamed your heart like a ray of sunshine on a cloudy day. He was there in the time you were studying for your degree and you were there as he and his group traveled across your home, attending his performances was something you had always promised to do whenever you could. He made sure to be there when you had graduated and you made sure that you were at the show for his birthday.

You had moved in together some time ago as you could never be away from each other long enough to keep your own place. Your home was cozy and minimal, it had lego displays and Star Wars memorabilia, a sofa big enough fo every member and yourself in the living space with a tv made for watching movies. The coffee table adorned with “The Star Wars Archives” “Star Wars Art.” and “Cabinet of Natural Curriosities.” A turntable adorned a corner of the room with speakers. Art hung on the wall, some you created, some you both had purchased from art fairs. The color palette was cooler, soft blacks and whites, a few accents of emerald and a pop of gold. Seonghwa had liked it for the rich vibes it gave him. You both had worked hard to make it into a home, this was your home. You remind each other it could be a cardboard box and it’d feel like home if you were together.

After what felt like Seonghwa being gone forever you both had settled on a date night, and while all your outdoor plans had been rained out or cancelled due to the weather you could still make the most of it. Grabbing umbrellas and ponchos you head to the local department store to pick up a few things, a lego set, snacks, a book or two, a puzzle, and a movie to potentially watch later.

“Okay I’ll start organizing the pieces into categories.” you said sitting at the now cleared off coffee table lego box open.

“Okay I’ll see where we should start.” Seonghwa smiled at you.

Lego building always starts peaceful but about halfway through you both are arguing if that’s the correct piece or if it’s actually the piece you’re holding because it looks more like the picture that way, you decide to make hot chocolate to get away from him and cool off because after all it is a silly argument, Lego building is very serious in this household, just ask your cat…also named Lego. The sweetest little black kitten with the brightest roud boba eyes. Seonghwa as a cat as you describe to your friends.

After your adventures in lego building you decide to do something a little active to wake up so maybe a few rounds of Just Dance, or as Hwa suggested a Youtube tutorial on aerobics. Then of course neither of you could decide on reading or the puzzle so you decide to snuggle up on the sofa and he reads to you while you lean against him, adjusting his glasses when they start sliding off his face since his arms are too full of you to keep them on his nose. You journey back to the lego building but of course you become distracted when Lego begins chasing the light reflected off your phone onto the floor. Your giggles becoming his favorite sound on the planet.

As the date night came to a close you made his favorites for dinner, a proper feast even. He held you close as you cleaned the kitchen and began waltzing with you as if in one of those old time movies with the big poofy dresses and gloves, him in a three piece suit. In reality you’re both in glasses and pajamas laughing as you stumble around the kitchen and listen to him humming. Finally settling in for the night back on the couch watching Kiki’s Delivery Service.

“Maybe we should get Lego, a Jiji.” Seonghwa smiled down at you.

“You sure you can handle two cats and a girlfriend Hwa?” you smiled back slightly.

“Well I’d have you to help out now wouldn’t I.” he pinched you slightly. You yelpped out in surprise.

“Yah! Park Seonghwa!” you hit him with a pillow.

“What’s like without a little spontaneity” he smiled and held your arms above your head before crashing his lip down on yours.

Lego jumped up on the table and let out a mighty roar. A tiny baby meow that stopped you both in your tracks.

“Yes sir Lego?” Seonghwa looked at the kitten who has yelled at his father.

“I think he said ‘Stop attacking mom.’” you chuckled from under the love of your life.

“She did start it Lego.” Hwa chuckled and scooped the kitten into his arms.

“Okay maybe we do need another cat since I now have no cat and no cuddles Hwa.” you pout gently.

“Well then, my little witch needs her Jiji doesn’t she?” he smiled and passed Lego into your arms and held you both close. “See this works much better doesn’t it.”

“It does……..PARK SEONGHWA!” you practically launched the kitten across the sofa and turned to hit the man who once again has found it in his enjoyment to torture his poor significant other while the cuddle on the couch.

“Have I ever told you how much I loved you.” he smiled as he stared into your eyes like they held the stars in the sky.

“You could stand to mention it more now that you’re here.” you stuc your tongue out at him.

“I love you very much darling. Very. Very. Much.” he emphasized each very with a kiss to your lips.

“You’ve now distracted me through the whole movie.” you chuckle and push him up gently.

“Alright alright, I give.” he sat back up and let you get comfortable.

It wasn’t long before the warmth of the blanket mixed with you partner in crime, a soft movie, and full stomach from too many snacks and tea began to drift you off to sleep.

“I do love you very very much my darling.” Seonghwa kissed the top of your head as you breathed peacefully without a care in the world. Yes dating Seonghwa was as easy as breathing.

Bonus:

You awoke the next morning, it still dark and damp from the non-stop rain of the night, the soft patter on the window, Seonghwa arrived with a coffee just how you like it and his laptop under his arm.

“Good Morning Darling.” he smiled softly as you sat up and took the coffee.

“Mmm Mornin’ ” you mumbled.

“I was browsing for our very own Jiji this morning while I was waiting for your coffee to finish, I think I found the perfect one. Sure she’s not a black cat like the movie but-”

“She’s perfect Hwa.” you looked at the photo of the mostly black cat with a sweet little white star patch over her chest.

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ddollipop · 2 years

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I WANT YOU IN THE MOST UNROMANTIC WAY. . . ! — ( DILUC RAGNVINDR. )

#. synopsis! — the reader travels with diluc to a high class gathering in fontaine, only to find that diluc doesn't take kindly to the men there who look at her the way he feels only he himself should .

#. contains! — explicitly nsfw content , established romantic relationship , jealous!diluc , cum swallowing , deep throating , oral sex , cunnilingus , vaginal fingering , slight choking , pet-names (diluc calls the reader kitten) , missionary position , dirty talk .

#. word count! — 5.0k .

Though Diluc seems to be calm, cool, and collected on the outside, he’s seething on the inside. This gathering has attracted men not unlike vultures, —opportunistic scum just waiting for their moment to sweep in and strike. You haven’t seemed to notice, but they’ve been eyeing you down all night like predators on the prowl for fresh prey: and it’s pissing your lover off in a way he’s never experienced before.

He stares at you from across the room, free fist clenching hard enough to hurt as he watches you smile, so painfully oblivious to all those around you that would do just about anything to have you wrapped up in their sheets come morning. It’s times like these when Diluc wishes he were more overt about the nature of your relationship to him. You’ve been together for a little over a year by now, but it’s easy not to know on account of Diluc’s more reserved personality.

“Sorry to interrupt,” he cuts in, startling you a bit when his hand finds its way to the small of your back unannounced.

His tone is facetious, letting everyone know that he is, in fact, not the slightest bit sorry to be cutting in. Moreover, he’s proud to be doing so.

“I’m sure the conversation over here must be riveting, but we’ve got plans to attend to,” he continues on, words dripping with smug satisfaction, —because he knows they can’t have you and that you don’t want them.

Not when you have him around.

“So I’m afraid I’ll have to steal her away now.”

Nobody dares step out of line. It would be career suicide to get on Diluc’s bad side if you’re looking to emerge in the wine industry of Teyvat, the one your hard-working boyfriend dominates an unbelievable proportion of. It’s thanks to that prestige that you were even invited to this event in the first place: a high class social gathering for wine manufacturers and enjoyers alike to come together and share information.

To put it bluntly, Diluc was only there to save face and spread the word of his late father’s business. He couldn’t care less for anyone in attendance, excluding you alone, and although traveling to Fontaine was an exciting prospect in the beginning, he’s starting to wish that the two of you were back home. . . Alone.

After pulling you away from the small group, Diluc says nothing on the way upstairs to your room. You can sense he’s not in the best of moods from his body language, —and from the way his fingers are locked around your wrist tighter than they normally would be. It’s snug, but not painful. A part of you wants to tug on the back of his dress coat, stop him in his tracks along these beautiful stairs and ask him what exactly has him so ticked off. . . But you quickly decide against that, knowing it would be better to wait until you reach the assumed final destination and are offered some peace and quiet away from all the downstairs chatter and gossip.

You pause when the door shuts behind the two of you and Diluc’s hand drops away from your wrist. By no means are you afraid of him, but you know he can be a little touchy when he’s upset, and you’d rather not stoke that fire.

“. . . Diluc?” You finally speak up in an inquisitive tone.

His back is facing you, broad shoulders lined by an expensive black overcoat. He sheds it like it’s worthless, letting the white undershirt spring free. The dress coat falls to the floor, crumpling in on itself now that Diluc isn’t dawning it any longer. The finer details of his well-built body are on fuller display now, —only covered by the much thinner fabric of the undershirt. His muscles stand out beautifully, and you have to pry your eyes away to keep yourself from staring.

“I hope I ruined their nights,” he says, venomously so.

Your eyes widen a bit in surprise.

“Huh?” Is the only thing you can say in return.

“I hope I destroyed their nights when I took you away from them like that,” Diluc repeats the sentiment, no less harsh the second time around.

He turns to you, crimson eyes swimming with an equal balance of frustration and desire, —desire to claim and be claimed in turn. To be yours as you are his.

“I loved seeing their faces drop when I came along and pulled you in,” he continues, striding toward you until one of those muscular arms has risen from the place at his side to the wall just behind you, caging you in halfway. “They looked pathetic. Like petulant little children that just had their toys stolen away.”

“I-I’m not sure I really understand,” you admit, at the risk of sounding oblivious.

He doesn’t miss a beat in elaborating.

“They were trying so hard to reel you in, —thinking they could pull you so easily. Like you were just some silly little kitten with nowhere to turn, so you’d snuggle up to them as if you were desperate enough for their warmth,” Diluc spits.

It’s by no means you he’s annoyed with. On the contrary, he’s glad all the men down there were doing such a piss poor job of flirting that you hadn’t even taken notice of their advances. Or maybe you had, and you just hadn’t cared enough to even let them down gently. . . The thought of it stirs something dangerous inside of him, —something that he wants to toy around with for a while, just to see if you’d like it.

“I can only imagine how jealous they’d be if they could see you now,” Diluc carries on, his other hand coming up to tear the tie off his neck in record time. “Think about it; all their mouths gaping open a little, not good for a damn thing but catching insects while mine’s all yours.”

His black tie hits the ground too.

You swallow as his face gets closer to your own, heart throbbing in the cavern of your chest. This side of him is new, and wholly unfamiliar, but it’s also. . . Exciting.

“What’re you waiting for?” Diluc asks, his lips barely ghosting yours in a soft, almost-there kind of touch.

His palm is still flat against the wall behind you where your back is pressed now, shoulders and head dipping down to meet you somewhere in the middle. Under any other circumstances with any other person, this would likely be a horrifying situation; but with Diluc, it sets your veins ablaze and leaves your mind reeling, wondering about and expectantly waiting for whatever’s gonna happen next.

“If you want a kiss,” he says, “all you’ve gotta do is take it.”

Ah.

That’s all you need to hear to take the initiative, pressing your lips to his. Your mind is a little foggy already, but you’re perfectly coherent; basking in every move he makes for your pleasure and delight. Diluc’s free hand curves to match the flexure of your hip, holding you steady as he takes your mouth for a ride. He takes pride in the way you gasp ever so softly when his tongue finds its way into your mouth, —raking itself over your teeth.

He lives for the way you do your best to keep up, following his movements to the very best of your ability, letting him take the lead for now. Diluc lets that caged beast inside him run rampant tonight, just to remind himself that you love him, and that you love to be loved by him. Your entire body heats up from the inside out as his hand travels along the map of your body, from your side to your chest, pausing to grab a handful of your breast. He gropes at the flesh there through the fabric of your little black dress, the one that matched his suit so nicely. . . Still, you have a sneaking suspicion it won’t be very wearable for a while if Diluc has any say in the matter.

And he most certainly will.

He tears his lips away from yours in an instant the moment his hand encircles your neck, thumb pushing down on the column when you swallow reflexively. You’re at his mercy, and fuck does it feel good. Your gaze is already glossed over, blissed out from just the kissing alone. Certainly it can’t be your fault he’s so intoxicating, from the way he smells of that fancy cologne Kaeya bought him last year on his birthday with just a hint of sweat, to the way his lips curve up as he looks down on you, —so proud of the mess he’s made of you in such a short period of time.

“You like this, hm?” Diluc hums, moving closer just to whisper in your ear.

His breath hits the shell of it, sending a shiver down your spine.

“They were right about something though, I must admit,” the redhead mumbles, grip tightening on your throat just a little.

If he keeps this up, you’ll be left with marks; but you’re not certain you’d mind. The thought of it turns you on even more, honestly.

“You really are just a silly little kitten.”

His voice is thick with intent, but he snickers nonetheless. Your legs get a little weaker under his touch. He turns the switch for a moment, playing it sweet as his hands travel down your arms, tapping along the sleeves of your dress. He plays with your fingers almost absentmindedly while you gaze up at his handsome face; so close to yours that you’re tempted to go back in for his lips. Just when you’ve decided to do just that, however, he pins both of your hands above your head and smirks at the way you bite down on your lip.

“Just a silly little kitten with nowhere to run from the big, bad wolf,” Diluc says.

“I don’t think running would be very much fun,” you reply, a coy smile gracing that mouth that Diluc can’t seem to keep his eyes off tonight.

He laughs.

“Right you are,” he answers tentatively, murmuring the words below his breath, “so how about we just have some fun instead?”

Worried your voice might give way under the building pressure, you simply nod your head in response. Diluc holds your arms in place for a few seconds more before laying off and taking a step back.

“C’mere,” he prompts, and you do as he says, slinking to your knees between his thighs when he sits down on the edge of the bed.

His fingers smoothe over the crown of your head.

“Put that pretty little mouth to good use for me, yeah?” Diluc requests.

He looks so good like this, —dress pants pulled down to the middle of his thighs, semi-hard length in your hand as he watches you expectantly, unbuttoning that white undershirt with somehow still nimble fingers so he can let it hang off one shoulder messily. He’s an angel with the fervor of a demon straight from the fiery pits of Hell, and he’s all yours.

You slick his cock up with your spit, changing pressure to offer him some friction as you spread your saliva along his length. The crimson of his irises swims with desire, pulling you in and refusing to let you go. For all you care, you can drown in it. Diluc sighs softly when you take him into your mouth, fingers grasping for whatever strands of your hair he can get his hands on. You know how he likes it, gradual, building, —soft and steady before you divulge into the calamity of it all and choke on him until you’re not sure you can take it any longer.

“Fuck,” he groans, jaw clenching as he closes his eyes, focusing only on you and the magic you’re working around him with your tongue, “that’s it, baby.”

He’s long past the point of no return now, —not that Diluc is looking to go back anytime soon. Whatever you want, whatever you need, whatever it is that you desire, you can count on it from him just as soon as you let him bust down the back of your throat. Feel that twitch against the roof of your mouth and hum softly around the cock stuffed inside your maw and he’s down bad for the long haul.

The first time you take him all the way in, he fists a handful of your hair and holds you there. You still your breath and listen to the hitch in his breathing, pride swelling up inside as lust pools in the pit of your stomach.

He could cum right then and there feeling the way your throat contracts around him. Diluc is practically seeing stars when you slink your way back up to the tip, his grip releasing gradually enough for you to do so. You sneak in a quick, deep breath before going all in, pumping him with your mouth as fast and deep as you can manage. By now, the ache in your jaw has long set in, and compared to the distinct sounds of Diluc’s desperate grunts and moans above you, the pain feels like a distant notion you’ve only experienced in another life. It’s a background hum, drowned out by the way Diluc claws at your scalp and bucks up into your willing mouth every ten seconds or so.

You’re gagging on him by the time it’s nearly over, spit dripping from the corners of your mouth. Such a sloppy scene playing out between his thighs, and Diluc is relishing every second of it. You let him use your mouth as he sees fit for the time being, like a toy for his pleasure and enjoyment. He takes full advantage of that privilege. His mouth drops open when he feels himself twitch, body pretty far gone while his mind is still chasing after it all. Diluc holds your head in place, depositing thick, hot strips of cum directly down your pretty little throat. He’s still shaking by the time he releases the pressure from the back of your head, allowing you to pull off and swallow down whatever’s left properly.

Before you have the chance to wipe the spit from your face, he’s moving past his first orgasm of the night to pull you up, offering some sloppy kisses as a thank you for the service you’d provided. He switches positions with you in a heartbeat, keen on pleasing his lover just as you have him.

“I can’t blame them,” Diluc begins, still a little breathless from the high, “those men down there, they weren’t blind. Stupid maybe, but women like you can have that affect on men like them. Men like me.”

He peppers kisses along the insides of your thighs, his index finger teasing your slit through your panties in long, deliberate lines.

“But they just can’t have you, unfortunately for them,” he continues on, nipping at your flesh playfully. “I’m sure they’ll go to bed alone tonight and wonder what it would be like to have you here, just like this, with your pretty little legs spread so they could taste you, make you squirm. . .”

His fingers hook around the sides of your panties, and you lift your hips a little to make the removal process easier. The fabric of your dress is bunched up around your midsection, giving Diluc access to exactly what he wants.

“They’ll probably fuck their hands to the thought of you, cum all over the bedsheets while they think about the way you’d sound when you moan,” he smoothes a finger inside, slipping past with ease on account of how wet he’s gotten you thus far.

You place a shaky hand over your lips, stifling the little yelp that tries to burst past into the electrified air.

“But you’re not theirs,” Diluc clicks his tongue in disapproval. “And all of that. . . That’s my job.”

And he’s fucking good at it. By now, Diluc is an expert in all things you, and he splits you open with his tongue, lapping at your clit right off the bat. The flat of his tongue hits that back arching spot again and again, leaving you to choke on moans above him. Three fingers pressed flat to your lips do a decent enough job of keeping you relatively quiet, but Diluc knows you’re enjoying yourself from the way you’re clenching on the finger he has buried in your snatch, slowly and deliberately fucking it in and out.

“I almost wish they were here to watch,” Diluc comments offhandedly, his mouth pulling away from your pussy for just long enough to say those words and press a second finger inside you.

His digits are slick with your arousal, and he prods at your insides roughly for a moment before easing the motions up again and returning his tongue to you. The full flat of his tongue runs along your slit, barely pushing past the lips. The intermediate teasing has your insides double knotting, twisting in on themselves with desire. When his mouth suctions around your clit, your head falls back and your hand moves quickly to fully grasp at the bottom half of your face, forcing yourself into muffled silence.

Your other hand grasps for the blanket on the bed, undoubtedly expensive and deep, navy blue in color. Your fingers curl up around it, pressing the material into the flat of your palm. His words ring out in your mind, —finally pushing through enough to fully register despite the haze and the brain-melting pressure. Under normal pretenses, it would be embarrassing for you to imagine a man other than Diluc looking at you with lust in their eyes, inner beasts clawing at their cages, begging for a taste. . .

It’s just the thought of it, is all, that turns you on like this. The idea of the ones who got your lover so worked up in the first place watching from somewhere, but fully unable to touch you, knowing that if they made even the slightest move to do so, Diluc would have their heads on a platter. The idea of those very same men that had apparently been eyeing you down like fresh prey all night watching you from the sidelines, —watching Diluc bliss you out with his tongue and his fingers, jealousy burning them up inside.

When the tips of his fingers brush just the right spot buried deep inside you, you lose sight of the world for a moment. The tension in your muscles pulls them taut like the strings of some instrument you've never learned how to play, but apparently Diluc knows how to strum away on it like a lifelong musician.

"I can feel how close you are," he mumbles against you, the vibrations from his voice only adding more of a reason for your toes to curl inward until your feet begin to ache from the pressure.

And then he goes faster. Fast enough to send your entire nervous system into hyperdrive. The hand that was previously clasped around your chin, pressing hard against your mouth in order to nullify the moans begging for release, now falls to the wayside, grasping for the blanket in a fruitless attempt to soothe the cells inside your body that feel as if they’re on fire, burning red hot.

A slew of curse words fall from your lips, and Diluc muses on the way that dirty words slip so naturally from such a pretty little mouth when he’s got you right where he wants you. He likes the way he corrupts you, —presses all the buttons you have, both good and bad.

“I really fucking wish they were all standing right over there, watching you clench around my fingers,” he rambles like they’re the last words he’ll ever have the chance to say.

The fact that they’re even coherent is a goddamn miracle.

Between his words, he’s lapping at your heat like a man starved, sloppy enough to hear the sounds he’s making over the buzz in your veins.

“I wish they could see what they’ll never, ever fucking have, and feel the rage that builds up inside when they realize just how fucking happy you are to have my tongue all over your needy little cunt.”

His words are all but lost on you as you gasp for breath, chest heaving as an orgasm tingles just underneath your skin, ebbing with the flow of his two fingers inside you and his mouth that’s suctioned on you like he’s drinking divine nectar. Your breathing is erratic, but his motions are all too rhythic, never giving you a break from the pleasure that has your body shaking, wracking from the pleasure.

Diluc wants it, —wants to feel you clench around him, wants to hear the way the moans break in the back of your well-fucked throat that’s likely still teeming with the taste of him. He wants to watch your chest heave as you struggle to catch your breath, running on adrenaline as you discard the rest of your clothing and grasp for him, —the only man that can put you up so high and hold you so close when it all wears off and your body goes limp.

He gets such twisted satisfaction in knowing that you don’t want anyone else. That you’d never dream of letting someone else fuck you senseless, get you cum-drunk until you’re raw between your shaking legs.

Your thighs squeeze against the sides of his head, keeping him in place as your orgasm explodes, insides throbbing with need, want, and desire. Whatever he’s been giving you, it was good, —it left you seeing stars behind your eyelids,— but it just wasn’t enough. You knew you wouldn’t find true satisfaction until he was buried inside you, whispering filthy things in your ear, telling you how pretty you look when you’re speared on him, eyes glazed over and logical mind somewhere far away.

Your fingers thread through his hair, skin tone in perfect contrast to the fiery red of his locks. He loves the way you tug on the handful of strands you manage to get a solid grasp on in the midst of your ecstasy. The pain is nice, just enough to temper the beast that lurks within him. As you find yourself coming down, you gradually release him from in between your legs, but like the true gentleman he’s always been at heart, he presses a few random kisses to your thighs before standing up to shed the rest of his clothes.

You can’t help but stare when he tugs that undershirt off. Everything about him is hot, from the brush of his fingertips to the element he wields on account of his vision.

The moment he’s naked, his hands are on you, feeling you up again like you’re heaven’s own landscape in a person. He kisses you like he’s thirsting for it, so hard that it’s bruising.

“That’s my silly little kitten,” he mumbles into your mouth, hands squeezing at whatever flesh along your chest he can grip as his fingers blindly fumble about your body.

“I want this off,” he adds, tugging at your dress, “and I want it off now.”

He tears it off you like a carnivore ripping flesh from a bone, doing away with your bra in the process. Clothes are scattered about the floor of the hotel room, creating a little trail that leads straight to the bed. If you weren’t so caught up in everything else, you just might have joked about it.

Although he’d already cum once before, shooting that load down your throat, Diluc is hard and the tip of his cock is a bright reddish-purple from all the blood that’s rushed in his groin. The hum of your own orgasm still lingers, but you’re keen on moving along quickly for the satisfaction of you both. With all that foreplay, he has no trouble sliding in and bottoming out just moments after he lines himself up with your sopping entrance. He muses on the way your body so readily accepts him, as if every part of you were just calling out to him, begging him to drill you into the sheets. Diluc obliges, knowing well and full that he’s in no position to be denying you the pleasure you’re rightfully owed.

He’s buried inside you as far as he can go, hard cock gripped by your walls. Allowing you a few moments of adjustment just in case, his mouth parts from your lips and attaches to one of your nipples, rolling it around on his tongue to perk it up before turning his attention to the other and doing the same. Your lip is caught between your teeth now that it’s not pressed against his, and Diluc gently pulls his length out most of the way, leaving only the head and about half an inch of his thick shaft inside.

And then he slams back in, hips snapping forward so quickly that you don’t have the time to prepare yourself. A yelp escapes you, making Diluc smirk in turn. He’s hard pressed to imagine there’s anything else in the world he likes more than hearing you moan while he plows into you, getting lost in the way you clench around him with every thrust.

“So fucking pretty,” he compliments breathlessly, chasing another high inside you.

You could say roughly the same thing to him if you had half the mind to do so, but you’re so burnt out that it’s impossible to focus on anything other than the way he’s fucking himself into you, —hard and fast. Almost animalistic, as if he’s returned to a far more primal state of evolution and is acting on nothing more than instincts alone.

Still, you passively acknowledge that he looks almost too good to be true like this, hair falling messily in his face as it threatens to fully fall from the low ponytail he has at the back, muscles flexing with every move he makes, working under that fine layer of ivory skin that you just want to mark up under any circumstances imaginable.

After all, it’s not just Diluc that gets off on the thought of possessing you. Knowing that he’d never dare to search for this pleasure in anyone else is exhilarating, and it gives you a sense of pride. Out of everyone in the world who’s ever yearned for him, —all those pretty young women in Mondstadt that stared at him with hearts in their eyes,— you’d outpaced them all. He didn’t choose any of them. He chose you.

“This feel good?” Diluc questions from above, pressing your legs apart a bit more to give himself wider access to your core.

“Y-Yeah,” you confirm, teeth gritting together as your blood begins to pump a little faster.

“I love you like this,” he breathes out, voice unsteady.

No matter what he does, you’re mesmerized by him. He puts the stars in your sky and imprints them upon your eyelids when he pounds you out so good that you start seeing them when your eyes roll back in your skull. He feels like your body is trying to milk him for everything he’s worth, and thus far, it’s working like a charm. Warmth pools in the pit of his stomach, a warning sign for what’s to come if he keeps this up.

He takes your hands, hips never once faltering in their faced paced rhythm as he pins your wrists down against your sternum, steadying himself with you in the process. You’re a mess of whines and moans beneath him, completely and utterly at his mercy. He’s relentless when it comes to pleasure, pushing past every bit of hesitance you could ever manage to muster up, instead replacing it with lust, —the kind that burns hot to the touch.

Diluc gets so much smug satisfaction from the idea that those men who��d been flirting with you downstairs at the gathering would be absolutely eaten up with jealousy if they could see you now, slurring his name in your hazy state as he pumps himself in and out of you, cock slick and shining with your arousal. He knows they’d give the world to be him, —to have you the way he has you right now.

When it comes to you, he loses himself. He loves you so deeply, but seeks to ravage you. Diluc wants to love you, care for you, keep you safe. . . But he also wants to tear you to shreds, wants to sharpen his teeth and sink them right into that pretty neck of yours. He wants to leave you sobbing, overwhelmed by the pressure and the pleasure, wants to absolutely devour you.

He’s not much unlike those men in that retrospect. Sometimes, he also eyes you like prey, —prey that’s his for the taking.

His skin slaps against yours, stinging softly in the wake of his movements.

You’re certain he’s touched every inch of your insides, brushed against every organ in your body, and you’re so far past overstimulated that you’re not even sure that word alone is good enough to describe it. Everything feels good to you, even the dull ache that’s finally registered from the pressure of Diluc pinning your hands to your sternum.

“I-I fucking—” you start, but a harsh moan breaks your sentence apart, and you lose track of those words written on the tip of your tongue.

Diluc steals them when he changes his angle, pressing his body to yours and capturing your lips in a sloppy kiss. His fingers find their way to your clit, doubling your stimulation to send you tumbling off the edge. When you cum around him, he swallows down some desperate moans and lets your body do the rest of the work. He spills inside you, thick, warm, and sticky. His cock is still buried in you a minute or so later, the both of you panting, trying to regain any sliver of composure.

He turns his head to the side, pressing his lips to your temple.

“Good girl,” he mumbles, and you can feel the lazy smile clinging to his lips.

A grin pulls at the corners of your mouth.

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surfinminho · 6 months

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Kinktober day 24- knife play w/ leeknow

⤷ warnings: knife play(no blood), hookup, classic football x cheerleader trope, fem!reader, cumming inside, alcohol mentioned.

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You guys met at some college party, stumbling into him while trying to get a drink.

You don't normally go to party's like this but your best friend chan, won his homecoming game at decided to throw a party. And who are you not to attend your own best friends winning party.

Though of course he wouldn't be seen at all during the party, leaving you alone to get through. You had other friends but they were either too drunk or just not visble to you.

When you walked into the party you saw lee Minho. In your opinion the cutest boy on campus even though that sounds cringy.

He was gorgeous. He worked out, and was captain of the football team. You never knew his name even when you did cheer. But he was almost mysterious, nobody knew anything about him unless you were one of his close friends.

You've had a crush on him since you met chan. When waiting for chan to finish practice he caught your eye. So when they ended practice, you quickly went up to chan.

"Hi channie." You pass him a water bottle.

"Hi, Wanna leave now?" He quirks an eyebrow up gathering his stuff to leave.

"Yea, sure whatever. Who is that" you try to hide your enthusiasm, turning chan around to make him face the field.

"There's dozens of dudes out there. You gotta be more specific." You groan, trying to direct his eyes to the one person of your interest.

"Look, him! The one with reddish brown hair. What's his name."

"Oh, him? That's Minho." He pauses before turning back around. "What you want his number or something?"

"No, I just find him cute." You smile at him before dragging his hands to walk away.

That situation happened 2 weeks ago. You started to come to his practices more, paying more attention when you were cheering for your team.

And now you're here, pressed into his chest.

"Ah, I'm sorry I've should've watched where I was going." You didn't look up, embarrassed of bumping into a random man.

"No worries, you're good." He backs up taking a look at the issue.

"I've spilt some juice on your shirt, let me help you" he gently grabs your hand, waiting fo

r you to respond.

You look up, stunned to see it was no other than the man you've been basically stalking for the past two weeks.

"No! It's okay I got it"

"It's the least I can do, come with me?" He lightly smiles at you, leading you upstairs.

He brings you to the bathroom door, telling you to wait outside while he gets a wet piece of tissue.

"See, mostly off. Besides the stain of course." He laughs it off.

"Thank you"

"Hey, want to grab a drink or something with me?" Who are you to decline his offer.

"Sure."

Maybe it's the alcohol coarsing through your blood but Minho looks really fine right now.

"I've never told you my name" you try to continue but he cuts you off.

"I know your name, you're on the cheer team."

Your eyes widen. He knows your name? You could barely name half the football teams name.

"Oh!," you laugh grabbing your drink. "You do?

"How could I not?" His voice is too sweet for you to handle, eyes flickering from his lips to his thighs back to his lips again.

You try to get up and grab another drink before he stops you, grabbing your hands once more.

"No, you've had enough drinks for tonight. Let me take you over to mine." He deadpans, sitting up from his seat.

"No, I'm okay I can call a taxi." Though you were happy to accept, you don't think you can spend another moment with Minho before pouncing on him.

"I insist __."

And that's how you ended up with your back pressed outside his apartment walls. Not even inside the door with his lips pressed against yours. His hands try to find the door noob. Putting his key into the lock before turning it. He leans back for a second lightly pushing you into the area, locking it before kissing you again.

He kissed you with such fever, lips interlocking with yours as he presses his front against you.

"Shit want you so bad princess" he finally pulls away to lead your guys towards his room.

He kicks the door closed with his foot, sitting you on the bed.

"Watcha looking at?" He takes of your shoes, doing the same to his self.

The real question is what aren't you looking at? His room was the complete opposite of his personality. Walls covered with posters of bands but what intrigued you the most is the set of knifes beside his bed. Not kitchen knifes but they were decent sized, Sharp enough to cut someone.

He catches your drift, grabbing one of the medium sized knives.

"These? You like them? He asks, genuinly trying to get to know you.

"Yea. Wouldn't mind you using it on me" you whisper, slightly humiliated from how close you guys are.

"Yeah? You wouldn't?" He leans you back, taking off your pants.

You couldn't tell if it was a rhetorical question with the way he dives back in to give you a kiss. His lips were soft and plush. Tounge licking over your bottom lip into your mouth.

"Wanna fuck you so bad. Will you let me? Fuck you till you can't remember your name?" He pushes your panties to the side, running two fingers up and down your folds.

"P-please."

That's all it took for him to flip you over, ass up face down with your face pressed into the bedsheets.

Picking up the knife again he presses it to your neck.

"Make any noise and I'll slit your throat." You know he isn't serious, but the thrill excites you.

He positions his cock against your hole, grabbing a handful of your tits.

"f-fuck- so fucking tight and warm." He grunts, leaving open mouthed kisses along your back.

"Min-! s' much" you realized your mistake too late, knife pressing deeper into your skin.

"What the fuck did I tell you?"

"Sorry s-sir" he presses it slightly deeper, feeling some skin break but in the moment you couldn't care.

"What would chan think about this hm? Seeing his best friend getting fucked silly by his other close friend? Embarrassing and humiliating." He trails the knife down your back, Making small red lines as he goes.

"Stop clenching princess" he slaps your ass, thrusting forward once before you cum.

He doesn't stop his movements. Instead, hitting faster and stronger.

"Sensitive! Slow d-down please" you didn't know how to feel. One, overstimulation was taking you over but you didn't have the heart to let this pleasure stop.

"Such. A w-whore letting yourself get fucked like this" he forces his hips deep into you before cumming, slowly moving back and forth riding out his high.

He pulls out before laying you both down on the bed.

"Let me take you on a date"

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