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Kiro’s Re-shoot Date Translation [CN]

Hello~ Thanks so much for your patience, everyone!! 💛

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This translation was done with the power of Duolingo and Google Translate.

The translation below contains spoilers for content that has not yet been released to the ENG server. If you wish to not be spoiled, then please don’t look below the cut.

Enjoy~

*Spoilers for future content below!*

[First Part]

In the colourful cafe, all kinds of shooting equipment are being put away one after another, and the staff are also finishing work.

Because of this alienation turmoil, the media like me and the big star Kiro became extremely busy.

I want to connect with various institutions and become their external mouthpiece, and the entertainment industry where Kiro lives will not miss this opportunity of “collective cuteness”.

He recently participated in a popular science entertainment show called “Furry Cafe”.

The show invited a series of Evol alienated entertainers to shoot with their own small animals in a cafe. 

Kiro told me that today was the last day of his “Deacon Bear” filming. I ended my work early and wanted to pay him a surprise visit.

Staff A: Be careful, you don’t want your tail to touch the wire.

Staff B: Who ate durian in the cafe?! ….Oh, it’s your smell, sorry…

Staff C: Tsk, since the addition of a pair of ears, the device's position has to be adjusted accordingly…

The alien transformation of the population has been around for some time, and everyone has adapted to the work rhythm. Everything seems to be no different from normal. 

But in sporadic words, there will be a small “friction” under normal circumstances.

I bypass a Mr. Tiger and a Miss Dark Horse as I make my way to the rest area.

After looking around, I didn’t see a “certain little bear”, only Savin.

MC: Savin, how about Kiro?

Savin pointed me in a direction, and my eyes crossed the dressing table and landed on Kiro in the shooting area in front of me.

He folded his arms and looked serious as if he was discussing something with the director. 

After a day of filming, the deacon uniform on Kiro was no longer straight and ironed. The tight neckline was loosened, revealing part of his clavicle.

The blond hair maintains the fluffy look that has been set, but the two round bear ears that emerge from the hair are slightly drooping at the moment.

Even if you don’t look at his expression, you know that the owner of the ears is not in a good mood at the moment.

MC: What’s wrong with him? He doesn’t seem to be happy. Did something go wrong during the filming?

Savin: It wasn’t that there was a problem with the filming, but the director just informed him that he would have to come back tomorrow to take a few more shots. 

MC: Huh? Do they have to reshoot tomorrow?

If they have to reshoot tomorrow, what about the vacation party I planned with Kiro?

Savin reluctantly spread his hands towards me, and the long kangaroo tail behind him also patted the ground anxiously. *Savin as a kangaroo is perfect lol. Great for beating the snacks out of Kiro’s hands XD*

Savin: Not to mention, the plan has not kept up with the changes recently.

Savin: The duration of this alienation is only one month, and everyone wants to do everything they can. I can get more exposure during the period. Alas, Kiro has only slept for four or five hours these past few days.

Savin: He was supposed to have a live broadcast the day after tomorrow, but it was urgently changed to tonight, and he had to rush to the live broadcast after he took his makeup off…

Savin was halfway through his thoughts and suddenly remembered something.

Savin: By the way, did you two make plans to go out tomorrow? Then now… 

I smiled wryly and shook my head.

MC: Forget it, his job is more important. We can go out anytime, so I can wait till you’re done…

Kiro: MC, why are you here?

While talking, Kiro had already spotted me from not far away and came over.

I didn’t want Kiro to discover my disappointment, so I looked at him and gave him a big smile.

MC: Let me see the handsome Deacon Bear!

Kiro: Hehe, then you should’ve come a little earlier so that you could’ve seen how I was showing off my skills in the cafe! 

Kiro: Anyway, it’s good that you came now.

After saying that, Kiro took my hand and took me towards the director.

Kiro: Director, you don’t have to find anyone else. 

Kiro: The most suitable “Miss Maid” in my mind, is her. *Changed some wording*

Miss Maid?

I blinked in confusion, looked back at Kiro, and then at the director.

The director snorted and frowned.

Director: Don’t bring anyone else to deal with me.

Kiro still kept a smile and held my shoulder diligently. 

Kiro: Director, she’s not someone I just picked randomly.

Kiro: MC and I have collaborated many times, we know each other very well, and the shooting will be much smoother that way.

Kiro: And look at her height, her looks, and the rabbit ears… Aren’t they a perfect match for me? *SWOONING RN 😍* 

As he said that, Kiro winked at me. Although I was confused, I tacitly tilted my head towards him and showed him a “business smile”.

MC: Right. 

Director: …………

I have not contacted and cooperated with the director of this show, but I have heard of him.

I heard that his shows are very lighthearted and humorous, yet he is very serious. I didn’t know such a person could shoot so many funny scenes.

Affected by the alienation of Evol, the director also turned into a fat leopard.

The golden leopard’s ear stood upright, just like the sharp eyes he was looking at me with at this moment.

I became more and more uncomfortable as the stare continued. Just when I was about to lose my “business smile”, the director finally nodded. 

Director: Okay, it looks really good.

Director: Then you remember to give her the content you want to make up. Tomorrow morning, neither of you are allowed to be late.

Kiro: Yes sir! 

[Second Part]

Host: Tonight, we have a very important guest in our live room!

Host: I saw that his name was already being whispered in the audience, he is- Kiro! 

Kiro: Hello everyone, I’m Kiro~ 

The audience was instantly brushed with a bunch of small stars going “ah”. I was also affected by the warm atmosphere and secretly gave him an “Ah, his bear ears are so cute!”. *Changed some wording*

The bouncing star effects sprinkled on Kiro’s shoulders, making him look as if he was sparkling.

After coming out of the shooting scene in the cafe, Kiro and I rushed to the studio of the live broadcast room without stopping.

Putting on makeup, checking the process, getting familiar with the problems… Kiro didn’t have any rest time. And even during a meal break, he just ate half a protein bar between styling.

Despite the chaos behind him, he is still flawless in front of the camera at this moment without any trace of fatigue.

Kiro: This seems to be the first time I’ve met you in a live broadcast after my alienation. I wonder how the little sodas are doing recently?

The audience was again full of “Very good, how about you?”.

Kiro: Me? Umm… 

Kiro: Actually, I was also shocked when the Evol alienation first happened. I was a little frustrated at first, although I later got used to it. I grew up with a bear for myself, so I was a little disappointed with the bear ears. *wording*

Host: Huh, why?

Kiro: Because I think I should be a more powerful animal… like a T-Rex! Rawr! 

Kiro made a pompous expression, causing the audience to bust out laughing, including me.

Kiro: But now that I think about the bear, I think it suits me well as it’s pretty. Its scent is also very suitable. 

Host: That’s right, speaking of another future alienation, I heard that the scent of Kiro is honey?

Kiro: Not quite exactly… it’s like a mix of a grapefruit, honey and sugar drink! 

Savin: Damn, does Kiro have such an accurate perception of his own scent? *His face XD* 

MC: Heh…

Under the stage, Savin touched his chin with a surprised expression, and I moved uncomfortably in my seat.

Why the hell did this guy have to say what I said about his scent on the stream?!

To be able to know the smell so precisely and so carefully, of course, from the hair, to the neck, to the fingers… *Gurl, whatcha been up to???*

Thinking of the first few nights after the alienation, the two of us were always sniffing each other’s scents. My face became a little hot.

The host didn’t seem to care and went on to the next topic.

Host: Sure enough, it’s a very sweet smell! I’m a little curious, during this time, has Kiro smelled anything that he likes very much?

Kiro: Of course I have. 

Kiro smiled and looked at the camera, seeming to look past it and see me blushing instead.

Kiro: One of my favourite scents is very fragrant, like June’s peach.

(Cut to car)

Kiro: *sighs*

The two-hour live broadcast finally ended, and as soon as I got back into the car, Kiro immediately lay on top of me like a deflated ball.

Kiro: I’m exhausted…. 

The vague syllables mixed with heat fell on the side of my neck, making my heart melt.

MC: You have worked so hard this time.

Kiro: You also, haven’t had any rest for many days?

MC: I’m a little better than you, at least in regard to today’s work. After the work is done, I can rest for two days.

Kiro: I’m so envious… *whines* If it weren’t for the director’s perfectionist ways, tomorrow’s time would have belonged to the both of us!

Hearing him mutter this angrily, I couldn’t help reaching out and rubbing his head.

My fingers fell through the hair and fell on the bear’s ears, the soft and warm fur made me reluctant to pull away.

MC: By the way, you haven’t told me what I will be doing for tomorrow’s shoot. What am I doing?

Kiro: It’s actually very simple. You will be Deacon Bear's assistant tomorrow. Just interact with the little animals with me, and take a few shots of the dessert making.

Kiro: If it goes well, it can be done in about half a day.

MC: Just half a day? That’s great!

MC: Can we do this in half an extra day? And then go out to play?

Kiro raised his eyes and met my excited gaze, the corners of his mouth raised.

Kiro: *yawning* Well, of course…

The ending of the word “course” was completely covered by the uncontrollable yawning sound, and the usually clear blue eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of mist in the dim car.

He is really tired.

The moment I realized this, my heart tightened and I blurted out.

MC: Forget it, I won’t be going anywhere after filming tomorrow. Let’s go home and sleep.

MC: After all, it’s not easy to arrange any activities in such a short time, it’s better to use it to nourish the spirit…

Kiro: That’s no good. 

Kiro interrupted me. He changed his posture, wrapped his arms around me, and pinned me in the corner of the car.

Kiro: I made a date with you, even if the sky falls, I can’t change the plan.

MC: But in your current state, how can you still have energy…

Kiro: Miss Chips, are you looking down on me?

His breath changed a bit, like the ice cubes in the original honey grapefruit drink gradually melted, and the sweetness invaded his breath irresistibly.

Kiro: You don’t have to worry about tomorrow, I will arrange it.

Kiro: As for how much energy I have left… do you want to make sure? 

His low laughter fell on my ear, and his enthusiasm ran down my neck. 

The narrow space is unavoidable, and I can only let his fingers hold the short rabbit tail behind me, and then mess around. *Idk if GT translated this right, but I’d like to think that he went in for the kill lol*

At this moment, a ray of light from the window fell on the rear-view mirror of the car, and I widened my eyes in the rich and sweet fragrance in confusion.

MC: …Kiro! Wait…

Buzz–

Before the words were finished, the silence of the co-pilot made the driver raise the screen of the car. *Guy knows what’s up lmfao*

Under the dim headlights, Kiro’s smile was full of slyness.

Kiro: There’s no waiting. *Gurl is about to be devoured by a bear 😆*

The space is completely closed.

[Third Part]

Early in the morning, Kiro and I came to the cafe on time.

Perhaps because it was a supplementary shot, there were very few staff members who came today. At first glance, they were basically insiders who knew my relationship with Kiro.

My eyes scanned the cafe, and I was immediately drawn to the bear behind the fence in the corner of the hall.

MC: Wow!! Such a cute little bear!

The chubby little brown bear is like a soft sesame dumpling, being held in the arms of the caretaker with a small red bowtie around its neck.

I couldn’t help but lean forward, and the little bear stood up behind the fence and stretched out his small paws towards me as if he was not afraid of anyone and wanted a hug. *Changed some wording*

MC: Is it okay if I pet him?

Caretaker: Of course, the bear likes humans. He should like you very much~

MC: Thanks!

I stretched out my hand cautiously, stroked the little bear’s head with my fingertips along the brown fur, and then touched the little bear’s ears. 

MC: So soft… Kiro, I didn’t expect his ears to feel the same as yours…!

As I was talking, I turned my head and saw Kiro squatting behind me, looking at me resentfully with puffed cheeks.

Kiro: Miss Chips, there is also a “cute little bear” that you forgot about as soon as you walked through that door. 

MC: Pff… sorry, sorry, then I’ll make sure to pet you, too.

I was about to rub Kiro’s head when suddenly a shadow fell between us.

The fat director was holding a cup of coffee, his tail swept around impatiently, and stared at us both coldly.

Director: You haven’t changed your outfit yet, are you planning to shoot again next year?

Kiro and I stuck out our tongues and slipped into the dressing room.

(Cut to dressing room)

Until I sat on the stool in the dressing room, I had some lingering fears.

MC: The director is really scary, staring at him makes me feel like I was caught by the dean when I was in school…

Makeup artist: Ha…

Kiro: Hahaha!

MC: What are you laughing at?

Makeup artist: Is Miss MC meeting Director Ju for the first time?

MC: Yes, I only heard about him in the rumours before, is he very fierce and strict with you?

Kiro: Well, it's really fierce and strict, but also… 

Kiro quietly pointed to the director not far away and lowered his voice.

Kiro: Didn’t you notice what kind of animal Director Ju is? 

MC: Isn’t he a leopard?

Kiro: Look again, what kind of leopard does he look like?

I turned my head to look at the director and saw that he patted his belly contentedly after drinking his coffee, then took something out of his bag and stuffed it into his mouth.

If I’m seeing this right, it seems to be the dorayaki that is very hard to buy on Huapu Street?

MC: I remember… he kinda looks like the one character before in one of the cartoons I watched, the leopard officer who loves doughnuts!

Kiro: Bingo! No one saw it before, but after the alienation, everyone discovered that Director Ju, like Police Officer Leopard, was actually a super foodie.

Kiro: As long as you feed him delicious food, he won’t be able to say anything serious~ 

Kiro: So since the discovery of his hidden attribute, no one in the show group is afraid of him anymore.

MC: …So alienation can also make people discover each other’s hidden attributes?

Kiro: Hmhm~ It depends on how you observe.

Having said that, I looked at Kiro curiously.

Kiro had already dressed and was arranging the tie of the deacon’s uniform. He seemed to have noticed my sight, turned his head and gave me a charming smile.

Does Kiro also have any “hidden attributes”?

(Cut to cafe scene)

Director: Well, now that this skylight is just right to connect with yesterday’s footage, let’s officially start shooting!

The camera was quickly in place, Kiro had already arrived in front of the camera with a perfect smile.

Kiro: Welcome to Furry Cafe! 

Director: Stop.

The director stared at the screen and shook his head.

Director: Without the guests, Kiro looks too lonely in the camera, so he should take the bears, too.

Everyone hurriedly hugged the little bears, Kiro took a deep breath and smiled again.

Kiro: Welcome to Furry Cafe!

Director: Stop.

Director: There is no sense of interaction, it is too dry, and it is necessary to let the bears perform the feeling of guests.

Indeed, in the camera, Kiro said that he was welcome, but the little bears didn’t respond, they just played around on their own, and the picture looked a little incongruous.

But the caretaker frowned when he heard the director’s request.

Caretaker: Director, our little bears are not domesticated pets and cannot do animal performances.

Caretaker: This is what we communicated before shooting. If you must guide, then please let me be professional.

Director: No, you won’t be able to connect with the people behind you in the camera, and you will wear out.

Caretaker: Why are you so unreasonable?!

The two parties immediately quarrelled. I looked at Kiro, he also gave me a helpless look, and even the faint honey smell on his body didn’t smell as sweet.

Wait– honey…smell…

MC: Director Ju, may I suggest a way to try it?

MC: I’ve heard that bears have a very good sense of smell, and we can hide their favourite things behind signboards to lure them with the scents.

MC: This way the camera doesn’t film anything extra. Would you be willing to try?

The director, who had been sullen, turned to me, and the tail behind him swayed slowly from side to side and then flicked.

Director: MC, you are worthy of being a professional producer, this method is good.

I hid the honey and berries behind the sign and the cameras were running again. 

Kiro: I’m Kiro, Deacon Bear, welcome to Furry Cafe!

The smell of berries and honey dissipated, and the playful little bears raised their heads.

They sniffed the air and then scrambled to the counter.

Kiro: What would you like to eat: honey cake, vanilla cream, or walnut parfait?

Bear: *little roar*!

Unable to bear the temptation of delicious food, the little bears stretched out their paws eagerly, as if they were pointing at the menu on the signboard.

There was an impatient bear that grabbed Kiro’s trouser legs and crawled up.

Kiro picked up the bear with a smile and put it on his shoulder.

The clear morning light shone through the glass window on the bright counter, blending his blond hair into a patch of sunlight.

The brown bear sat with the golden deacon, fluffy ears swaying in sync.

The sweet fragrance is overflowing, and it is unclear whether it comes from the stylish jar of honey hidden behind the sign, or from the invisible charm emanating from Kiro.

Kiro: It looks like the guests have already made up their minds about what to eat, right?

[Fourth Part]

After shooting the welcome, the next shot was much easier.

The caretaker guided the little bears to the activity area, and we played various games with them while doing other activities.

Kiro: The eyesight of the bears is not that bad, it is not much different from that of humans…

MC: Not all bears hibernate, for example, the deacon bear next to me does not!

Kiro: If possible, Deacon Bear also wants to hibernate… 

MC: Pff, hahaha!

Kiro: And people used to misunderstand that the bears stood up to attack, but they were just watching.

Kiro: For example, the little bear that is standing is observing whether the rabbit maid is hostile to it.

Kiro nodded to me, I smiled and stretched out my hand to the bear.

MC: Hello~

The little bear staggered a few steps, and with a clatter, his thick little paws landed on the palm of my hand.

Director: OK, last shot, let’s go to the kitchen to make dessert!

MC: Did I just hear the director say it’s the last shot?

MC: This progress is much faster than I thought! Didn’t we finish filming in less than half a day?

Kiro shook his head and smiled bitterly.

Kiro: I don’t think he’ll let the two of us go through so easily… 

(Cut to cafe)

Director: The degree of the whipping cream is not enough! 

Director: What’s the matter with your method, it’s not professional enough at first glance!

Director: I won’t allow you to just pretend, the taste of the finished product must also be delicious!

— Is this the quality of the director as a super foodie?

I looked at the messy kitchen in frustration and let out a long sigh. Kiro reached out and poked my drooping rabbit ears lightly.

Kiro: Tired? 

MC: I’m fine, I was just thinking…

MC: Our company is preparing to do a food show next season, should I invite Director Ju to come?

Kiro: Pff…I think you can try. He might appreciate yours. 

Kiro: But until then, if the two of us can make the perfect dessert, it should improve his odds of accepting the invitation.

MC: Mm! So let’s keep fighting?

Kiro and I gave each other a high-five, and once again plunged into the “ocean” of eggs, powdered sugar, and flour.

Finally, under the strict guidance of Director Ju, raspberry cake, colourful macarons, and lemon sponge cake were successfully made.

Director Ju flicked his tail and carefully looked at our results when he suddenly looked up at me.

Director: Have you tried it? How does it taste?

MC: Me? Uh…I tasted a little bit and though it was delicious, it depends on whether you are satisfied…

The director laughed suddenly. His ears trembled, and for a moment, his big round face almost overlapped with the cute leopard police officer in that cartoon.

Director: I don’t think it’s delicious, he said you think it’s delicious. Just do it.

MC: Eh? “He said”?

I didn’t understand what the director meant by these words, and his face immediately became serious again.

Director: I see that your hands are covered in cream, hurry up and wash them. I won’t allow such unclean shots!

MC: Yes! Director, I’ll go right away!

After getting along for a while, how could I dare to not listen to him? I rushed to the bathroom.

(Cut to hall)

But when I returned to the hall after cleaning, I found that there was nothing in front of me. The director, the staff, the bears…are all gone.

MC: Where is everyone?

Kiro: The reshoots are over, now it is time for my date with you. 

The voice came from behind me, I turned my head and saw Kiro walking from the kitchen with a smile.

MC: Date? Wait…now it’s time for a date?

Kiro: Of course, it's a date here.

Kiro: Miss Rabbit, you are the last guest at “Furry Cafe” today and Deacon Bear is happy to serve you.

He snapped his fingers, and the playful and lively music in the cafe changed into an elegant waltz. 

The afternoon sun is not as simple and direct as the early morning but has a layer of laziness and ambiguity.

Kiro motioned for me to push the dessert cart, and he picked up the coffee from the table and walked forward with me.

Kiro: Because I didn’t want to waste all of your time today with the shoot, I negotiated with the director yesterday to make up for the shoot. After that, the venue would be taken care of by me.

His voice was low and apologetic.

MC: So all of this dessert making between the two of us for half a day…

Kiro: Was actually for us.

Kiro: By the way, let me state that the director was very satisfied with the dessert scene and said that he would go back and edit it carefully!

MC: Phew…

No wonder the director said he thought it was delicious, and no wonder Kiro wanted to make the perfect dessert…

Even in such a chaotic space and time, he still managed to surprise me. *wording*

Stepping to the melody, we came to the corner of the cafe.

I don’t know when the balloons were piled up here, but behind the gorgeous dining table, are a bunch of lazy sofas.

I looked at Kiro in surprise, he proudly put the coffee on the table and smiled.

Kiro: I think my guest would prefer this to a formal dining room chair. 

MC: Of course! I really like it!

I smiled and took Kiro’s hand, and fell onto the lazy sofa with him.

Soft particles collapse under our bodies, each other’s breath within close distance.

The peach aroma mixed with his honey scent became thick and indistinguishable.

I burrowed into his arms addicted, enjoying the time that was just for the two of us right now.

MC: Speaking of which, I took a closer look at you today and wanted to see how you were different from before the alienation.

MC: It doesn’t seem like you have any hidden attributes…

Kiro: Huh? I thought you figured it out a while ago.

MC: Eh? I didn’t find it…what is it exactly?

Kiro’s kiss landed on my bunny ears, hugging me even tighter.

Kiro: My hidden attribute…is that like those little bears, my will is very unstable, and I can easily be seduced by what I like. 

Kiro: For example, this peach-flavoured bunny right in front of me. *THIS PEACH IS ALL YOURS TO GOBBLE UP 😩*

[End]

You can read the call that comes after this date here!

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[charincharge]

Hi, are you still writing IDWTW? 💜

In theory….yes.

#that’s all I’ve got for you right now #one day I’ll write fic again but that time has not come yet #thx for your continued patience though #I hope any of y’all are still on this hellsite when I manage to get back to it #idwtw au

[teamatsumu]

Can you write a sakusa x reader smut with degradation, dumbification, choking, hair pulling, orgasm denial, breeding kink and praise kink with a dom Sakusa? (i'm a whore for this man) thx<3

his form of love. (sakusa kiyoomi x reader)

word count: 1744

warnings: fem!reader, smut, this is literally just porn, swearing, degradation, orgasm denial, literally all the stuff that was in the ask.

taglist: @keiva1000

He had been eyeing you all night.

And not in the usual way. Not how he looked at everyone else. Bored, almost apathetic, only half listening. No, he looked at you with purpose. There was heat simmering behind his dark eyes, eyelids sliding down to half mast when you met his gaze. His stare would run down your body, over the lovely black silk dress he had bought you for the occasion. He would follow the line of your throat, the nape of your exposed neck as your hair had been pulled up in an intricate updo. The daintiest golden chain surrounded your neck, matching with the earrings you had chosen to wear. And though his face was blank, his eyes spoke volumes.

He liked what he saw.

His hand found your thigh on the drive home, the steady heat of it becoming part of your skin. He made no other move, but this was enough. That hand came with a promise. You knew him well enough to know what he meant when he got like this.

‘I’m going to ruin you.’

He didn’t jump you as soon as the door shut behind the two of you. No, Sakusa wasn’t that kind of man. He was deliberate, always thinking, always contemplating. He had incredible self control, and he truly believed that patience reaped the highest reward. And so he carefully removed his shoes as well as unstrapped your heels, peeling them from your sore feet. With gentle hands, he rubbed at your soles and ankles, hand sliding up the skin of your calves. You shivered at the contact. Sakusa paid it no mind.

He helped remove your necklace, helped undo the various pins in your hair. He carded his fingers through the strands, easing them and the tight stretch they had been under all night. You took off his tie in return and brushed the black suit jacket off his broad shoulders, undoing the first two buttons on his sleek, white shirt. His firm grip on your wrist stopped you from going further. His eyes bore into yours. No words were exchanged.

He smoothly pulled down the thin straps of your dress off your shoulders, both at the same time, and let them hang off your arms. Stepping closer, he skimmed the faintest of kisses over your skin, the ghost of his lips barely there, and you let out a quiet sigh. His body had yet to make contact with yours, but you could still feel his heat, radiating off him and enveloping you as well. He finally let his lips press firmly to your skin, at the juncture of your shoulder and neck, and let them stay there.

“Are you ready, my love?” His breath hit your skin.

You nodded.

“You remember your colors?”

You nodded again.

“And what’s your color right now?”

“Green.”

He needed no more words.

His hands ran up your sides, the dress sliding under his grip. His lips became more persistent, nibbling and biting at your neck, leaving tiny little marks in places he would stop and suckle on the skin. You let your eyes fall shut, basking in his touch and his presence. Your hands ran over his massive shoulders, wanting to feel more of him. But you knew better than to tug on his clothes or attempt to take them off. Sakusa had a certain way of doing things, and in the mood he was in right now, he wanted you pliant and submissive, something you were more than willing to give.

He had you naked before him in seconds, your dress pulled down until it pooled at your feet, undergarments following quickly. You shivered under his gaze when he stepped back to admire you, his hands running up your bare skin. He tapped your ass, nudging you in the direction of the bed.

“Go. Hands and knees.”

You complied eagerly, positing yourself in the center of the bed exactly as he had told you. You heard him shuffling around, the sound of his clothes coming off, carefully placed on a chair. You waited patiently until the mattress dipped behind you, and his touch was back on your skin. You arched more, ass sticking out for him. He hummed in approval.

“So perfect.”

His hands massaged your ass, touch more firm and deliberate now. When his fingers slid through your slit, you felt yourself clench. Sakusa tsked.

“Already so wet. I’ve barely touched you, baby. You wanted me that bad?”

The question was rhetorical, but you nodded frantically anyway. Sakusa slid a finger knuckle deep into you in response. You let out your first moan of the night.

“So ready. I don’t think I even need to prep you. You’re so soaked. It’s almost pathetic.”

You whined at his words, clenching hard around his finger. You pushed back on him a bit, wanting more stimulation than this. You had been so patient, letting him indulge, but your mind was quickly fogging up, wanting nothing more than to feel his cock carve into your core.

You nearly gasped when Sakusa draped his naked body over your own, his weight pressing your shoulders down until your face was buried in the sheets, cheek squished into the mattress. His lips brushed over your ear.

“What do you want?”

You opened your mouth to speak, crying out when another finger joined the first one inside you, curling into the spot that made you see stars.

“Cat got your tongue? You were so eager a minute ago, pushing your ass into me. Speak up, whore.”

“Cock.” You gasped out, tears swimming in your vision as Sakusa’s fingers plunged in and out of you roughly. “Want- want cock.”

He hummed in reply, teeth sucking on a patch of skin on your shoulder. “Princess wants cock? Where?”

Everywhere. In my mouth, in my hands, in my pussy, in my ass. But you couldn’t speak, not when his thumb rubbed hard over your clit, the knot in your stomach tightening. Sakusa bit hard into your shoulder.

“Omi. Gonna cum.” You choked out, clenching desperately around him, feeling the knot in your stomach getting bigger and tighter.

“Don’t you dare.” Sakusa bit out. “Don’t you dare, slut. Didn’t even answer my question. You don’t deserve to cum. Hold it.”

Yet his fingers didn’t slow. His thumb didn’t stop abusing your poor, swollen clit. You screamed and cried, babbling that you couldn’t, that it was too much, that you were sorry, sorry, sorry….

Your vision blanked as you came, eyes rolling up and every muscle locking, squirming and thrashing under Sakusa’s weight, his brutal ministrations never once slowing as he pulled the intense orgasm out of you until you were overstimulated and dizzy, weeping in his grip. You whimpered when his fingers pulled out, but he didn’t leave you empty for long, the tip of his cock poking at your entrance.

“You didn’t listen.” Sakusa’s voice was low and calm, like he hadn’t just given you an earth-shattering orgasm. “I told you not to cum. And you did. Well, I suppose I should have expected that. I’ve always known you had no self control. Desperate little thing. Your cunt just can’t handle a good fucking.”

His cock started pushing into you then, making your mouth drop open at the stretch. It didn’t matter how many times Sakusa fucked you, his cock always burned as it entered your tiny hole. And you loved it. You moaned wantonly at the feeling. Long fingers tangled in your hair and pulled your head up, a sharp pain running through your scalp. You clenched at the feeling.

Sakusa set a punishing pace, cock ramming into you hard and fast until you were screaming out, fisting the bedsheets under you. His hips slammed into your ass with every thrust, heavy balls hitting your clit and giving you just enough stimulation to squirm under him. His You babbled and cried through it, words lost in the air and incomprehensible, but your boyfriend didn’t seem to mind. He encouraged it in fact, mouth right next to your ear as he talked, his soft curls brushing over your cheeks.

“Good little whore. Taking me so well. Fuck. You were made for this cock, weren’t you? Always getting all weepy when I stuff it in you. My dumb girl. My stupid little girl. Holy fuck-”

Whoever said Sakusa was a man of few words hadn’t seen him when he was balls deep in your pussy.

“You want my cum?” He choked out, pace getting sloppier. You knew he was also nearing his end, just as you were. “Tell me baby, you want it?”

You screamed when he hit your sweet spot, nodding the best you could in your position. “Omi- I…. Omi.”

He groaned again, face burying into your neck. “Gonna give it to you. Gonna empty all of it inside you. You’re gonna take it all and give me a baby in return?”

You arched impossibly higher, hole clenching tight as you came around him. Sakusa moaned loud and low, his grip on your hips bruising. A few more moments and several curses later, his hips were stuttering, cock twitching inside you as warmth flooded through your core. He shoved his cock as far as it would go, eyes squeezing shut as your cunt milked him for all he was worth. You panted, taking in big gulps of air as Sakusa finally stilled.

When he pulled out, you whimpered in protest, suddenly feeling extremely empty. Gentle hands guided you to lie down on your side, running down your waist and over your very sore legs. You sighed at the feeling, opening your eyes slightly to meet Sakusa’s.

His curly hair was a mess on his head, forehead shining with sweat and cheeks flushed. This was your first time seeing him since you had propped yourself on the bed, and you smiled up at his wild appearance. Normally so put together, so meticulous about everything he did, yet completely unbothered by the mess you two had become. Your heart squeezed when you realized you were the only person who ever got to see him like this.

“You okay?” He asked, making you nod and slide closer to him. He pulled you towards him in response, guiding your head to lay on his chest. You closed your eyes and relaxed into his hold.

“Love you, Omi.”

You felt a gentle kiss press to your hairline in response.

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Can you do a 42 Miles fanfic where we style and/or braid his hair but he’s pretty tender headed (even tho he tries to act tough)?

I have no idea how to braid his hair type so I did some research for it! pls let me know if anything is inaccurate and I hope you enjoy this little fic! As always, thx for requesting <3

Possible TW: reader is referred to as "Mami" (femreader), mention of Rio, kissing on the cheek (romantic tw), unedited (pls lmk if theres any errors/inconsistencies so I can fix them)

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"Hold still!" You exclaimed, pulling his head back as he let out a yelp. "You're braiding too tight!" he hissed, closing his eyes shut and groaning.

"Hey, I'm trying my best!" you exclaimed with a frown, loosening your grasp on his hair lightly in an attempt to be gentler. "They have to be tight or else they'll get lumpy."

He grumbled, sitting up straight and gripping onto the chair tightly to mask how much pain he was in.

This wasn't the first time you were braiding your boyfriend's hair, but you were starting to hope it would be the last. He was so tender-headed, you couldn't even touch his head without him letting out a yelp. How had his mom been dealing with him all these years?

But then of course, Rio had more patience than you'd ever seen in a mother so you weren't too surprised.

He grunted in frustration, squeezing his eyes shut as you finished one of his cornrows, tying a rubber band to the end as gently as you could. "Miles..." you said, putting your arms around his neck from the back. "Do you want to take a break? Let your scalp breathe?" you asked a little teasingly.

"No! I'm fine." He said annoyedly, folding his arms over his chest as he avoided your eyes in the mirror. You kissed his cheek gently, a smile on your face. "Are you sure? The second one might hurt more."

His eyes widened slightly. "What do you mean it'll hurt more?"

"If I don't finish soon, I'm gonna be late to get home! You know how my parents are about curfew" you said, rolling your eyes and gathering up the rest of his hair to start on the second cornrow.

"Wait, wait, wait-" he said quickly, standing up. "Just uh- just give me a second. Let me breathe."

You put your hands on your hips, watching him with a smile. "Does it really hurt that bad? Have you ever tried using numbing cream, or-"

"I don't need numbing cream! I'm not a little kid, Mami." he said with a frown, sitting back down tenderly. "Alright, just do it. I'm ready"

You glanced down at his knuckles, which were turning pale as he gripped onto the arm of the chair. The two of you stayed still for a moment.

After a second, he opened his eyes to look at you in the mirror. "You gonna do it, or...?"

"Miles, you're gonna hurt yourself if you hold on too tight." you said with a sigh. "This isn't a roller coaster."

He grumbled, folding his arms in his lap as he waited for you to start, his eyes closed shut. "Just braid it."

You raised an eyebrow at him. His breath hitched in his throat.

"Please?"

You rolled your eyes again, beginning his second braid. "That's what I thought."

He stayed silent for a moment, letting out a quiet hiss of pain as you slowly moved your way down his scalp. "Thanks for doing this by the way." He said softly. "Means a lot to me." His voice was so quiet it was almost like a whisper.

"Always." you said back, your fingers moving as gently as they could, satisfied with his gratitude. "I'm really trying to be gentle man, you're just tender-headed."

"I know, I know. Thanks." It only took a few minutes for you to be done and he immediately leapt up, touching his head gently and looking in the mirror. "Looks good."

He turned around, a grin on his face before sweeping you up in a hug, arms wrapped around your waist. "I love youuu" he teased, kissing your cheek, back in a good mood now that the pain was over.

"Yeah, yeah, I know." you said with a laugh, pushing his face back gently. "I love you too, Miles."

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He's a silly little guy

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Hi! Can you do one where the reader is being overworked by their boss but didn’t realise it and Wally had to snap them out of it?

Gender neutral reader and romantic relationship please :) thx!

Wally Darling x Reader - Take a Break

Hello! All my works are gender-neutral, so nothing to worry about there, and romantic is all good. I kind of see Wally as this mostly naive character, so it was a bit hard making him the one to break the reader out of their cycle without it feeling uncharacteristic, but I did my best. Thank you for your patience in getting this done!

Words: 656

Type: Headcanons, romantic

Tw: None, I think

You worked in account management for a business company by the name Big Works which, as the name suggests, was very big. The work was dreary and lacked life, supported by the grey atmosphere and surroundings. It almost reminded you of Frank! But he was much better than this.

Still, you put in a lot of effort to keep your job. Working unpaid overtime, covering for other people, barely meeting strict deadlines, working more unpaid overtime... It was a lot of work! But you had to do whatever you could to please your boss, Mister Cole Corporate. Though you had never met him, you had heard stories of workers mysteriously disappearing from the workplace moments after leaving his office. Scary stuff!

All this was taking a toll on your health. As you stumbled into you and Wally's shared home, you collapsed onto the couch, just like you did every other night. And just like every other night, Wally walked over to you with a worried smile.

"Is everything alright, Y/N?" he asked. "Was it work again?"

You groaned, "yeah. I'll be okay, though."

Weeks and weeks passed of the same process. Slowly, your felt skin began to sag and stain, and strands of hair flew of your scalp in random directions, never obeying the rules of your brush. Your back became crooked and it became hard to keep your eyes open. But through it all you kept a smile on your face. A weary, tired smile, but a smile nonetheless.

It was quite the journey from Home to the Big Works building in which you worked, so imagine the neighbours surprise when you came home with a stack of papers! They were astounded! Never before had it gone that far. And none was more worried than your darling Wally.

"Y/N!" he called out, seeing you from across the town. "What happened?!"

"Oh nothing, just some extra work I've got to do. No biggie," you replied. Wally gave you a concerned look, and for a second you swore you almost saw his smile falter.

"Y/N..." he began. "This isn't right. You've got to know that, right?"

"Wally, darling, it'll be okay. Mister Corporate just needs these papers done by tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?" Wally spluttered. "But those papers are half my height! That's six apples!" He saw your apologetic smile and slowly his smile started to disappear. Replacing it - for the first time that you or anyone else had ever seen - was a small yet powerful frown. "Y/N, don't you think this is taking it too far? Look at you; you're falling apart at the seams. You need to rest." He took a hand to your cheek.

You looked from Wally to your papers and back again and sighed. "If I don't get these papers done by tomorrow then I might lose my job," you explained. "I need to get these done."

Wally looked at you and sighed. Without a word, he forced a smile and turned to walk away. Left alone both physically and metaphorically, you watched as he left before calling out to him.

"Fine," you said. "Maybe I can take a few hours off."

Instantly, Wally stopped in his tracks and turned around to face you. "Really?" he asked. "Thank you, Y/N. I'm glad you're finally agreeing with me." He walked over to you and took the papers from your hands, instantly crumbling under the weight. "Wow, these are heavier than I expected."

You laughed, "yeah. I've had to get quite strong to manage them. Howdy reckons I'd be able to rival him soon."

The two of you shared a giggle, and for the rest of the night you laid on the couch, reading magazines and watching television. Every now and then you'd catch Wally staring at you and smiling, just like he always did. You hadn't felt that relaxed in years. Resting your head on his shoulder, you slowly drifted off to sleep.

#rainbow square writing #welcome home x reader #welcome home x y/n #welcome home x you #wally darling #wally darling x reader #wally darling x you #welcome home wally x reader #welcome home wally darling

[agoodficforchii]

House Call

Fandom: Genshin Impact

Pairing: Aether, Diluc, Tartaglia x Reader (Separately)

Summary: Genshin characters and you playing nurse

Word Count: Aether - 467, Diluc - 635, Tartaglia - 661, All - 1,763

Warnings/Extra Notes: Mentions of blood, Mentions of injuries (nothing too graphic), Mentions of death, Mentions of hospitals, Slight cussing, Can be seen as slightly suggestive (Diluc's part), Slight spoilers, Use of Childes multiple names, Not proof-read (pls excuse any grammatical errors thx), Lmk if there's more!

Aether:

Being in a relationship with Aether -the Honorary Knight of Mondstat, the Hero of Liyue, the Captain of Swordfish II in Inazuma, the First Sage of Buer in Sumeru, plus whatever other title he will inevitably get- wasn’t always the easiest believe it or not. Not because he would ever treat you unwell (you guys had your petty fights, then again, what couple didn’t?) he'd rather die than hurt you (his words, not yours). It was more so the things that came with him being an adventurer. You know, not staying at a place longer than needed, helping everyone that you'd come across, the very frequent run-in with death. Normal things. 

But you would be lying if you didn’t admit how worried you would get for Aether. You know he can handle himself, that at most he would come back with a few scratches (usually), but it could still make you lose sleep. He would never tell you when he was hurt (Something about not wanting to worry you? What a weirdo.), and you know he doesn’t really take care of himself, often putting others before himself. Which, ironically, only made you worry more because sometimes he would come back with an injury that requires more attention than a scratch. Sometimes he would come back limping, unable to hide that he was hurt. Sometimes, which includes right now, you would freak out seeing the state he was in. 

You guys were in Liyue for a few days before you continued your journey to Mondstat. Aether had just left to finish his daily commissions while you patiently waited for him at the inn. After a while, you started getting worried he never took this long to clear out a few hilichurls. Your worries were cut short with the sharp sound of the door unlocking and your boyfriend hastily walking in. You froze, noticing the still bleeding cut on his arm, starting at his shoulder and ending near his elbow. Aether was frantically trying to make sure none of the blood dripped off his arm all the while asking you about your day. Watching the blood still drip down his arm, you were about to scold him for being so reckless but decided against it. You noticed how quickly his face lit up once he saw you despite being in tremendous pain and couldn't bring yourself to be upset at him. Instead, you grab a towel to cover his arm and start dragging him to Baizhus pharmacy for proper treatment.

"You should have just gone to Baizhu first." you mumble, glancing back at him.

"I wanted to see you first," he replied, averting his gaze from yours. "I missed you." 

Oh. You might need to see Baizhu too. After all, your heart wasn't supposed to beat this fast, right?

Diluc:

Getting to know Diluc at all was already a difficult task. Truly getting to know Diluc was somehow even more difficult, but you managed. It took a lot of time and even more patience, but you managed. He let you in fully, and you wouldn't dare to leave. You knew about his nightly activities, and while you would often make fun of it or get worried over him, you supported him nonetheless. At first, you were skeptical (I mean really? Running around at night killing abyss mages in a silly mask? Yeah, okay) and didn't really believe him. But the first night he came home with fresh new scratches and bruises, you quickly realized he wasn't joking. 

The first time he came home all scratched up, you rightfully panicked. It was just the break of dawn, the sun slowly started to pour into the room through the tiny gaps in the curtain. You woke up to an empty bed, which freaked you out, to say the least. Diluc would still be in bed around this time, but maybe he just headed downstairs earlier today? You slowly got out of bed and started to head downstairs. You, in all your sleepy glory, bumped into multiple different walls on your way down. But those minor "injuries" were absolutely nothing when compared to what you saw on Diluc. Diluc was downstairs, in the kitchen, calmly cleaning up the blood around a bruise on his stomach. You froze in the middle of the doorway for two reasons: 1) Oh my god, is that blood? Is he hurt? Why is he hurt? and 2) Oh my God, is he shirtless? He seemed to have noticed you since when you finally came back to your senses, you saw a sheepish smile on his face while he greeted you.

That day, you learned that he would come home and quickly get cleaned up before heading back to bed to greet you. He didn't want to show you the ugly sides of what he does or something along those lines. You, on the other hand, would have none of it. After that day, you would wake up earlier (or stay up later) to take care of him. Diluc obviously protested, he didn't want you to worry or lose sleep over something so trivial (his words, not yours). But in the end you got your way, and months later, you don't regret it. 

In the present day, you woke up a little before dawn break, already in the kitchen waiting for Diluc to come home. You didn't have to wait much longer, since Diluc strolled into the kitchen as if he didn't spend all night fighting against abyssal creatures. He sent a warm smile your way, one which you gladly returned, before leaning against the counter next to the sink. You swiftly got to work cleaning and wrapping up all the wounds littered around his skin. Times like these were always oddly calming; the sun would slowly be rising, the birds would start chirping, and the maids in the manor weren't shuffling around yet. It was just you and Diluc...

"Did you sleep well?" Diluc asked, breaking you from your thoughts.

Ah, the main thing you loved about these times: Diluc and you got to spend time with each other uninterrupted and unbothered by the business of the day.

"Would've slept better if you had been there." you replied, cleaning the last bit of blood around his neck and looking up to meet his gaze.

Diluc smiled a bit before wrapping his arm around your waist, pulling you closer, "Then I'll be there tonight."

You smiled back before resting your head on his shoulder, cherishing the moment of bliss you get before starting your day. Yep, months later, you still don't regret a thing.

Tartaglia:

Falling in love with Ajax was one of the most terrifying things you've experienced. He was a Harbinger for the Fatui, a diplomat for Snezhnaya, and not to mention his insane blood-lust. You knew falling for someone like him would only cause you pain, physically and mentally. But, ignoring that, you were also terrified of how he made you feel. You've never experienced love like this. You've never experienced butterflies so intense, your heart never skipped so many beats, you never lost your words that much, and you never ever felt so sick. All over minuscule things he'd do too... So, despite all the red flags and other obvious reasons you should've ignored him, you couldn't stop yourself. Which led to a couple months of mutual pinning between the two of you filled with the most corny and endearing clichés you could think of. Thankfully, it ended with Childe confessing his undying love for you with the most bashful smile you've ever seen. Another (welcomed) cliché.

Even before you were in a relationship with the 11th harbinger, you were aware of the dangers of his job. You knew that Childe getting into fights and getting the occasional bruise was something to be expected. And Childe never hid any of his scars from you, always seeming to come to you to get his scrapes cleaned up. So you never worried too much over him. He didn't hide anything from you after all. You also knew how great a fighter Childe was. Sure, sometimes he could be a bit too reckless, but he always managed. Which, in hindsight, you should've questioned. Getting into constant fights with some of the strongest people in whatever region he was in and then coming back without any major injuries? Yeah, okay. 

Truth be told, Childe would (obviously) get help before meeting up with you, but he also loved when you would take care of him. Leading him to only get his major injuries dealt with before meeting you. He wasn't embarrassed about any injuries he got, it's not like he didn't want to tell you about them... He just didn't want to freak you out and possibly scare you away. But that's a conversation for another time. In the end, you still found out, and not because he told you. Nope! You found out through a few Fatui soldiers talking about a certain Harbinger being rushed to the nearest clinic once they got back.

The second you heard Ajax's code name fall from their lips, you started running to the clinic that the Fatui would frequent. During the entire trip there and the whole process at the front desk, you could practically feel your heart in your ears. After what felt like years, you were finally able to see him, and Archons, did you have things to say to him. Bursting into the hospital room, you quickly went to grab his face before turning it all over. 

"Archons Ajax! Are you alright- No, how are you feeling?" you rush out, fear and concern evident in your voice.

"Babe? What are you doing here?" he questioned back instead.

"What am I doing here? Did you expect to hide this from me?" you asked in response. At this point, you had stopped trying to look at all his bruises and looked straight into his eyes. Both the fear and concern that was evident in your voice, was also evident in the way you held him.

His lack of response caused you to go on a mini-rant,

"You idiot, how could you be so reckless? Don't ever do something like that again."

"Be more careful next time, or else I'm not gonna kiss you anymore- I'm being honest this time!"

The rest of your scolding fell on deaf ears as Childe looked at you with the softest smile that ever graced his pretty face. He really did love you and it was clear you loved him back just as much.

Notes: *awkward cough* hi- ANYWAY. Please take this cutely domestic little post I totally spent the past three months on it. No I didn't I was just lazy. Notice how each drabble got longer and longer yeah I have issues.

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #character x reader #genshin imagines #aether #aether x reader #diluc #diluc x reader #tartaglia #childe #tartagalia x reader #childe x reader

[woofwoofwolf]

Go home, Hobie Brown pt. 2

Hobie Brown x reader

Part 1:

Notes: Alt and aro ace reader (although that’s less relevant here), fluff-ish, reader remains GN but might have a writing bias towards fem, Hobie does some illegal shit, Hobie and reader are adults, use of (y/n), no phonetic spelling of Hobie’s accent, brit written by a European sue me, he’s probably a bit OOC in this one,

“Why does reader work at a factory and not, say, a pub? That’s a little weird isn’t it?” it’s bc I work at a factory and this is once again ✨wish fulfillment✨

So this initially was something else, but I realized that it was similar in structure to my previous work and that if I reworked it a little bit, it would be a nice addition to that. Is this a series now? I fucking hope not, I have a bad track record finishing those. Loosely connected two shot for now. I might come back tonight to tweak some stuff, but I think it is in a readable state lol

Pls dont repost anywhere thx ✨️

You tried your best to ignore him. An half hearted attempt to deprive him of the reaction he wanted while you continued to flatten out your stack of cardboard boxes, throwing them into the container next to you. Hobie was standing right in front of you, not having said anything to you since he arrived. He stood far enough away from you for it to appear casual and incidental, but close enough for him to still tower over you.

Finally, his patience caved. “…hey,” he said.

“Hey, Hobie,” your tone was cool. You didn't feel as embarrassed now that there were no people around, right outside of the small factory you worked at.

“What are you doing?”

You peered up at him with a smirk on your face. “I need to throw out these boxes. You know, for my job? My job that I have at this factory that we’re currently at. That you jumped a fence over to get to just now.” You gestured towards the fence right in front of you.

“Ey no way,” Hobie laughed as if he hadn't known all along. “You think they got cameras?”

You shrugged, all the while continuing your work. “We have a front door. You could’ve just talked to the lady at the front desk. She might have let you through, you know?”

“Nah, didn't like the look of her.”

"She probably wouldn't have liked the look of you either to be fair," you laughed. Technically, she'd be right, Hobie was trespassing. But she was a sour tart anyways, so you understood Hobie’s comment.

"What's wrong with those boxes anyways?" He pointed. "They look brand new."

You had noticed that he had been antsy about that. He probably didn't like you throwing out boxes that were still more than usable. It wasn’t something you agreed with either, but it wasn’t up to you.

"Dunno." You answered. "I don't think theres anything wrong with them perse. They probably prepared more than they needed."

"That's IT?! What a bloody waste," He gave the container a kick after his outburst. "Why are you contributing to this,"

"Boss's orders" you gave him a cheeky salute.

"I'm disappointed in you," You choked back a laugh.

"I knew you would be. I'm part of the machine, Hobart," You stuck out your hands and did a mock robot walk. “they’re coming to get you, Hobart-” 

Hobie pushed your arms back to your sides. His hands lingered there longer than your heart could handle "That stupid uniform too... They're stripping you of all the important bits."

"Well.” You said, hoping to go back to a lighter tone. “If you know of an anarchist version of this part-time job where I can come and go when I want, where I barely have to speak to people and where I make this much money, doing the workload equivalent of Homer Simpsons job, then let me know." It was true, this was the easiest part time you've ever had. "If you look at it like that, I'm practically stealing from the boss, don't you think?"

"I know of a job like that." He said, playing along. "It's called 'dating me'. heard It's got real good benefits too. "

"Ohhh does that include the part that I dont have to talk to my boss?" Hobie’s big dumb smirk dropped to an amused smile.

"No, I'd prefer if you kept doing that to be honest."

You couldn't hold it in and you awkwardly laughed alongside him.

"Can I have them?" He asked out of the blue.

"Pardon?"

"The boxes.”

"What do you need cardboard boxes for?" You put the box you had picked up back on the pile. "Don't become a hoarder, Hobie, I'll stop visiting you guys."

"Not me," he picked up one of the boxes to inspect. "For Gwendy. These are the exact size she uses to ship her clothes in when she sells them online."

You looked at him with narrowed eyes. If he took the few remaining boxes, you could finish up and go back inside, which was tempting.

Before you could answer him, the door to the building opened.

"Hey (y/n)," your manager said. "I came to check on you. Who's this..?" She frowned at Hobie, who was obviously not supposed to be there. Hobie looked troubled, even though he liked testing the boundaries he didn't want to get you fired over something like this. Which is honestly something he should have thought of before coming over, but what can you do.

"Actually," you said in the most somber tone you could muster. You placed your hand on Hobie’s arm in a comforting gesture. "Hobie just told me his grandma passed away this morning." You felt him stiffen up, his emotions shifting from confused to amused to acting out sadness in a split second.

Hobie, of course, didn't have a grandma in his life.

"Oh..." your manager said, you knew how empathetic she was. "I'm so sorry to hear that."

“I’m sorry ma’m.. I know I’m not supposed to be here, but,“ He let out a very fake sob and you suppressed the desire to roll your eyes. “I just know how close (y/n) was to my nan... I’ll be going now...“

Before he went though, he turned around and grabbed an entire armful of cardboard boxes. Leaving your manager stunned. Hobie walked towards the fence gate.

“You perhaps got a key for this gate? Ah, you do? Thank you I’ll be leaving now, Cheers.“

Your manager looked at you when he left. “Ah well. Nan would have hated for those boxes to go to waste.”

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Alright wow, I'm being so productive with fics at the moment this is kind of crazy.

I hope he isn't TOO out of character? I think it's really hard to get his speech pattern right. And then I don't just mean his accent, but how that interacts with his cheeky and confident way of talking. But my biggest pet peeves in fics of his at the moment are a) phonetic spelling of his accent and b) people who write fake and cringey British slang. (He doesn't constantly speak in cockney rhyme in the movie ppl lol) Bonus point if both are true, haha... I've lived in England, but honestly, getting it right is difficult, and I still feel like I'm having him say american phrases 😭

#hobie brown #spider punk #spiderverse #hobie brown x y/n #hobie brown x you #hobie brown x reader #spiderpunk x reader

[hyuk4sbf]

Hello! Hope your doing well! Can I request Yeonjun telling you “answer the phone or I will” while he’s fuckin you crazy 😮‍💨

i am<3 thx baby ^^ hope this is okay!!!!

truthfully, you wish he’d let you get even a single word out of your mouth. you wish he’d maybe slow down a little, let you catch your breath before he sends yet another orgasm crashing into you. you can distantly hear the vibration of your phone discarded on your nightstand, and you glance towards it through blurry eyes.

yeonjun seems to notice your turmoil, hips slowing down a little but never faltering to a complete stop. he raises an eyebrow at you, grinding himself inside you to pry as many sounds out of you as he possibly can.

he hums and quickly taps two fingers underneath your chin. “what is it, baby?”

“phone,” you pant, “m’phone, it’s ringing.”

sure enough, yeonjun glances over to see the way it hums on silent. the recognition of the caller ID shifts in his eyes. and with the grin of the cheshire cat, he leans over to grasp at it.

“who is it?” you ask him, and he tosses the phone down next to you. “it’s soobin.”

he doesn’t move from then, looking at you much like he’s waiting for something. you can only stare up at him in confusion.

“go on,” he says. “answer it.”

is he insane?

“huh?” you dumbly mumble, and his hand comes up to grasp your face, fingers digging into the pillows of your cheeks. it stings a little, but it makes you clench all the same. he knows, feels it, how could he not when he’s so deep inside?

he looks a little mean, and you know his patience is wearing thin.

“answer the fucking phone, baby. or i will.”

you don’t dare disobey, clammy hands blindly searching for your phone in the sheets. you bring it up to your face, slightly panicking at the way it almost slips from your clasp when yeonjun starts to move again.

he gradually gets faster, building up his prior rhythm while you stare soobin’s contact in the face. with flames flushing through every inch of your limbs and leaving heat in its wake, you answer his call.

and it’s got to be obvious within the first 10 seconds what you are doing when yeonjun starts to fuck into you hard enough that soobin can more than likely hear the obscene squelches of it.

however, you can’t help the way it makes you squirm, breath panting and chest heaving knowing you’re being listened to.

some sick part you hopes his friend will get off to it when he notices.

inbox here<3 reblogs appreciated ฅ/ᐠ. ̫ .ᐟ\ฅ

#yeonjun smut #txt hard thoughts #txt smut #yeonjun thoughts

[cuddlyscribe]

Why it take me so long to see request were open?! 😭 Anyway I'm here again for more Kazuya x femdom reader! This time that nsfw breeding kink headcanon you hinted at in the last request and if possible lots of fluff. Thx!

[you got it, my friend! thanks for your patience while I filled this request btw!! I still stand by my kaz breeding kink beliefs 😌]

TEKKEN MASTERLIST

Kazuya is already having to grapple with the fact that he cannot get enough of you bossing him around and being dominant. Now he has to process his breeding kink??

He thinks things are getting out of hand, but it's not like he's gonna stop or anything...

When you ride him he's just overcome with this undeniable desire to breed you and pump you so full that his cum starts leaking out from your tight little hole.

But he won't let any of it go to waste. He'll keep fucking you until you take it all; that or he'll make you clean it all up with your mouth.

How could he not want to breed you when he pictures you pregnant and it makes him hard all over again?!

Your sheer strength and the knowledge that you would be able to carry his child that would potentially have the Devil gene is a huge turn on for him.

Don't ask him to explain it, he just feels that way. And you will hear all about it, trust.

Less likely to be talked about from him, though, is that he kind of wants you to make him breed you. Not in a non-con way, but he wants you to take his seed from him by pleasuring him so much he can't help himself.

Please milk this man's cock already, his legs feel like jelly and he needs to cum in you when you're being your best femdom self on top of him like this.

If you've been at it for hours at this point, you can easily get him to beg you to let him cum inside of you. This will never be spoken of elsewhere, but it will be your little secret together..

#smuttyscribe #tekken #tekken x reader #tekken x y/n #tekken x you #kazuya mishima headcanons #kazuya mishima x reader #kazuya mishima #kazuya Mishima x y/n #kazuya Mishima x you #kazuya Mishima smut

[elysia-nsimp]

Heyyyy buddy pal friend, *cough ( sorry ). I was wondering if you could write a poly fluff romantic scenario between overblot Azul and overblot Jamil with a male reader, preferably an interation between the trio. thx and here have a follow and a cookie 🍪

HIIII oh my gosh thanks for the follow and cookie !!

And thanks for your patience too, I know it’s been a WHILE since you sent me this ask. I kinda lost my twst spark for a bit there then was hit with the dreaded “ohhh what if my writing sucks”

Anyway I decided to not worry about that too much. This is mostly unedited because I just. REALLY wanted to get something out for you. I promise I didn’t forget! :’)

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Contents: established relationships, polyamory!! Both Jamil and Azul are dating you as the reader, but not each other, mild Book 3/4 spoilers, reader uses he/him pronouns ! ^^

With both Azul and Jamil overblotting, it’s already a recipe for disaster.

Azul and Jamil aren’t all that different in some aspects. Both crave the power and control they lacked in their childhoods, and seek to stand over the rest as a result of that.

One thing they have in common for certain though, is their love for you! You were dating them both before this whole thing happened, and although they don’t get along that well, they’re both glad you’re happy with the relationship.

However…this does lead to them fighting over you when overblotted.

Both of them want your undying attention, although for slightly different reasons. Oh, what is a poor reader to do?

On one hand, Jamil’s over here like “praise me please!!! i want to be called a handsome young man!!!!!” while Azul wants cuddles because he is full of embarrassment and pain and suffering.

Poor you is stuck in the middle of them, metaphorically being tugged back and fourth between them.

Azul’s like, “Actually, handsome, I believe he will be spending his evening with me.”

While Jamil’s like “ACTUALLY I require him to be here with ME as my cheerleader while I run Scarabia!” (I’m afraid he can’t provide the pompoms though)

Despite their back and fourth, when you step in they both turn to you with no hesitation.

“Who do you choose, Yuu?” Azul looks almost desperate, silently begging you to pick him. Meanwhile, Jamil crosses his arms, convinced he’s already won.

“Do I have to choose?” you ask.

Utter silence from both of them. They glance at each other, then back to you.

“What do you mean, ‘do you have to choose?’” Jamil sounds almost taken aback by your question.

“What if I don’t want to pick?” you retort. “What if I choose both of you?”

After some mild side glares at each other from your partners, they agree that it’s a win-win! Jamil will put up with Azul and vice versa. You end up smooshed between two slightly agitated overblots. As you run your fingers through Azul’s hair, you tell Jamil how very handsome he is and tell him he’s done a good job, even if it didn’t work out in the end. This makes both of them very happy.

Their overblots both die down after a while, leaving you with your two partners asleep, one on your shoulder and one in your lap.

Congrats!! You’re a hero for being gay. /pos

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I’m not gonna lie, I thought this was a really cute dynamic. Very fun to write, even if it wasn’t super long. Again thanks for waiting for so long while I got my stuff together lol

#twst jamil viper #twst jamil #twst azul ashengrotto #twst azul #twst jamil x reader #twst azul x reader #jamil viper x reader #azul ashengrotto x reader #eely asks #eely’s writing

[leviathans-watching]

mfil - 12

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*NOT CLICKBAIT!!!* when asmo learns that you, the newest exchange student has a youtube account and following somewhat comparable to his own, he decided right then and there not to like you. however, after an unfortunate (and misleading) exchange goes viral, he has no choice but to fake date you in order to save face. will asmo crush you and put you into place like you deserve? or are those funny feelings in his stomach not hate, like he had thought? like, subscribe, and maybe fall in love (with this smau) to find out!!

asmo opts out of a ride home, hoping his walk will be the thing that lets him blow off some steam. god, he is pissed!

out of all of the people in the class, he had to get paired with you! you, the stupid, irritating human!

i’m going to absolutely murder satan, he thinks. this is all his fault. if he hadn’t manifested it…

so he’d been pissed the whole rest of the day, making it that much harder for him to be ‘charming’ and ‘beautiful’ and everything that asmodeus, the avatar of lust(tm) was and that he, asmo-who-was-paired-with-mc, is not.

feeling, that is. of course he’s still beautiful and charming!

“hey, asmodeus,” someone calls, and he turns reluctantly, praying. praying it’s not who he thinks it is.

but god, that asshole, has deserted him. it’s probably michael’s fault this is happening to him.

“asmodeus,” you call again, breathless. what, had you chased him all of the way from school? you really were obsessed with him! you jog up to him and he wishes he had pretended to not hear you. “oh, good! i was going to talk to you earlier in class but you left really quick. i wanted to ask about when we should meet to discuss our project. you’re probably busier than i am, so i figured you could pick the date, time, and location. and also we should probably exchange numbers so we can discuss all of that without having to be in person.”

“oh,” asmo says. of course you want his number. “yeah, sorry, i had to get something from my brother and we only had a small window of time to do it.” in all actuality, he’d hurried out of there so you couldn’t talk to him, then had tracked satan down to yell at him. quietly. because asmodeus doesn’t get angry, at least not in public. but when he got him, satan has been absolutely in for it…

“so, your number?” you prompt, and he realizes it’s been a few moments.

and look, maybe he’s overreacting, or assuming some things, but he has had it with you. “did you ask the professor to be partners?” he asks, barely wrangling the anger in his tone.

“what?” you blink at him.

“don’t play dumb,” he continues, vitriolic. “i know you’re like, obsessed with me. honestly, you should try to hide it better.”

“obsessed? wha-”

“but get it through your head,” he continues, leaning in towards your face. “i don’t like you, and i never will. your youtube channel will never be as good as mine, and if i had it my way, you wouldn’t even be down in the devildom!”

hurt flashes across your face and something sours his satisfaction, just a little bit. he pushes the feeling aside.

“you’re insane,” you spit. “i am not “obsessed” with you. honestly, if anything, it seems like you’re obsessed with me! because newsflash, asmodeus, i couldn’t care less about my following, or yours! all i wanted to do down here was help diavolo and make few friends along the way, but it seems like you don’t want that.” you breathe out a ragged breath. “look, if you really hate working with me, just ask the professor to change. i don’t want to work with a partner as mean as you, anyway!”

with that, you turn on your heel and storm away, leaving asmo to stare after you.

mean? he is not mean!

“fine,” he mutters to himself. “maybe i will talk to the professor!”

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[campingwiththecharmings]

Hi 👋 Can i request 43. “Frost the damn cupcakes.” with Santi or Nathan please? Thx 🙏

Sugar

AN: Thanks so much for your request, nonnie (and also for your patience, ugh, I'm so sorry this took so long). Apparently it is a HC for me that Santi makes great arepas bc this is the second time I’ve mentioned it lol (also, apologies again if the Spanish is terrible/wrong. I tried but I am regrettably not a native speaker).

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Rated: T Words: 894 Pairing: Santiago “Pope” Garcia x GN!Reader Warnings: fluff fluff fluff, kissing, butt pinching, playful teasing, Santi being bad at something, possibly terrible writing. AO3

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Santiago Garcia is a fantastic cook. You’ve watched him make the most difficult dishes with ease, throwing ingredients together in a way that looks like a chaotic, unintelligible mess only to result in some of the most deliciously beautiful food you’ve ever had in your life. Plus, his arepas? To die for. The man can even bake, the heavenly scent of his cookies and pies permeating every square inch of your home and making your mouth water.

Unfortunately, he can’t decorate cupcakes to save his life.

It’s not like he hasn’t tried, hasn’t spent hours tediously piping and spreading frosting. He even watched a video on YouTube once but, for whatever reason, he just can’t get the technique down. He spent years in the service being one of the best in his field, and it kills him that he can’t figure out how to do something that should be so simple.

Naturally, you tease him for it. Mercilessly. Helps keep him humble.

“Querida,” he calls from the kitchen, frustration evident in his tone.

You bite back a smile, putting down the book you’ve been pretending to read. “Yeah?”

There’s a loud clang as he drops something on the counter, followed by a muttered curse. “Can you come in here, please.”

You smile, rising to your feet with a stretch. “Coming.”

His aggravation is palpable when you enter, rolling off him in waves. You say nothing as you fall into place beside him, shoulder pressing against his.

“Go ahead, say it.”

“Say what?” 

He shoots you a sour look, raising an eyebrow as he braces his hands on the countertop.

“Don’t play dumb, it doesn’t suit you.”

You smother a smile, studying the batch of half-frosted cupcakes sitting on the counter before you. They are, to put it mildly, a trainwreck.

“Wow, babe,” you say, cringing as you shoot him a sideways glance. “What exactly were you going for here?”

Six of the twelve cupcakes are slathered with just a little too much pale pink frosting with uneven globs of green, white, and yellow.

“Are these supposed to be flowers?” you continue, leaning in to inspect the cupcake closest to you.

“They’re daisies,” Santiago grumbles. “Thought Frankie’s kid would like ‘em.”

Something in your chest warms at his words and you decide to throw him a bone.

“Hey, this one’s not…terrible,” you offer, pointing at one of the cupcakes.

He shoots you a look. “Don’t patronize me.”

“I’m not!”

“You are.”

He stares at you in silence for a moment, and you try to look innocent, but you know he can probably tell how amused you are by this.

He sighs, holding a spatula out to you. “Can you please just fix them?”

You take the spatula, leaning your hip against the counter as you turn to face him. “Maybe. For a price.”

He scoffs, looking at you in mild exasperation. “What price?”

You pretend to consider your options for a moment before tapping your lips with a playful smile. “Gimme some sugar.”

There is a pause as he looks at you, his gaze softening a little as it roves your face. He snorts, taking a step into your space and pressing you back against the counter with his body. A giddiness swells in your chest when his hands come up to cradle your face, his lips brushing yours teasingly as he hovers.

“I don’t have all day, Garcia,” you whisper, raising a challenging eyebrow at him.

He sniffs, amusement in his eyes as he leans in to press his mouth to yours. When he does, you sigh, hands twisting in the fabric of his shirt in an effort to somehow bring him closer. He smiles against your lips, angling your head as he languidly licks into your mouth, his tongue hot as it slides against yours. He pulls away after a moment, smile widening when you chase his lips. 

“We square?” he asks, hands falling to rest on your hips.

“Hmm, you know,” you begin airily, snaking your arms around his waist. “I think I’m gonna need a little more, I mean, there are twelve cupcakes here, baby.”

His chuckle is low and warm as it vibrates against your chest. “How many then? One for every cupcake? Because that could take a while.”

You smile, chewing your bottom lip as you consider. “Give me one more now and I’ll collect the rest later.”

“Deal,” he hums, leaning in to press his lips to yours again.

The warm, soft slide of his lips makes your chest ache, and you whine when he pulls away far sooner than you’d like. He rests his forehead against yours, breath fanning against your skin in light puffs as you allow yourselves a moment to just enjoy being close to each other.

“Te amo, cariño” he mumbles, nuzzling his nose against yours.

You smile at him sweetly, leaning in to press a kiss to his stubbled cheek.

“Yo también,” you breathe, pulling back a little to meet his gaze, a teasing glint in your eyes. “Mi pastelito.”

He rolls his eyes, releasing you from his hold. “Don’t call me that.”

“Don’t tell me what to do,” you retort, your brows raising challengingly at him as you turn back to the counter.

He grunts, pinching your ass in retaliation, your surprised yelp making him smirk. 

“Just frost the damn cupcakes.”

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[foxxx-art]

meet Yasu Yureichi, Wonderlands x Showtime's screenwriter and totally friendly ghost! ☆ • •

I have a whole visual novel about them (check this post!) BUT I felt like it would be more effective to describe them a bit to lure you all in hehe

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So, one day, after performing on Wonder Stage, Emu points out that she notices a certain someone coming to every one of WxS shows, but never smiling! Why's that?

...Well, this and the whole story of Yasu joining WxS awaits you in VN I mentioned. Let's talk about who Yasu is currently

Yasu doesn't get noticed or remembered by most people in their life because of how quiet and shy they are usually. Coming out of poor family with only their mother and them, Yasu is gifted yet unsocial kid. They make games that are heavily based on the plots and aesthetic. Their stories never have good endings

So WxS shows Yasu attends as they skip school are something unusual to them, yet they're just so fascinated by members' bond that they can't help but come to see it again and again, even after being actually noticed and called out by Emu for not smiling or applauding even

Yasu is pessimistic, sarcastic, and insecure. Their stories are dark and too mature for their own age. But in WxS, they soften and add to childish troupe a bit of... depth

BTW check out kizuna ranks! they may be more meaningful after checking out the VN

I have lots (and I mean LOTS) of art with them you can see on my Toyhouse! They definitely join WxS before 3rd anniversary because it's heavily based on Wonder Stage and stuff, but they do have updated unit outfit design

FUN FACTS AND DETAILS!!

Yasu is fan of N25 music and often play it as bg to making games

Their only fully released game is one of Nene's favorite despite being not her favorite genre at all

They are terrifically good at Math

They tend to overwork and bottle up

They go by any pronouns and don't care about identifying themselves at all since "it doesn't matter if anyone who meets me forgets about it in a second"

Their mother makes a presence in VN! She may seem kinda like Mafuyumom, but believe me, she's really nice and just as lost as Yasu themselves

Yasu's story is about healing, accepting yourself and stealing your friends' food

They often stay at WxS members' places (not Emu's, it's too rich for them) because they don't feel comfortable at home

My headcanon for their voice is Risru, and the song I associate with them the most is White Happy! I was planning on making some sort of fan 2D MV for it, but I lack skills sooo idk

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THX for your attention and patience to read all of it! Feel free to ask me about Yasu, headcanon things or even draw them!!?!?! I'm happy to see any sort of things related to my things hehe

#see me brand new dream #project sekai #prsk oc #wonderlands x showtime #yasu yureichi

[chaos-and-ink]

15 questions for 15 friends

Ahhh thxs for the tag @lavenderpanic :D

1. are you named after anyone? Nah, I have the most boring and generic name ever. I absolutely hate it. My chosen name I'm not really named after anyone but I do share it with one of my favourite characters so I got that going for me.

2. when was the last time you cried? Like 4 hours ago while driving and listening to music and thinking about the person I love. It was weird to have a happy cry but it felt really nice.

3. do you have kids? Oh god, no. I have a dog. I want some cats. I honestly don't have patience for kids and I don't really see myself having any, they scare me lmaoooo.

4. what sports do you play/have you played? I did karate for 3 years. I also absolutely love badminton, I was amazing at it and won several tournaments in my PE classes lmao. Also volleyball. Never played soccer but I always wanted too. Unfortunately, sports just aren't great for me anymore but I really wish I could play again, I miss them.

5. do you use sarcasm? Not really, I don't think? My humor has been described as reallllly dry though. So like sarcasm but with less heat lmao.

6. what’s the first thing you notice about people? How they move/their presence lol. I don't even know how to describe it. But like, just how a person moves in an environment.

7. what’s your eye color? Boring brown lolll. My eyes are definitely the thing I hate the most about my appearance.

8. scary movies or happy endings comedies? I'm absolutely awful at scary movies. I literally get such paranoia and hallucinations and I think I once triggered myself into a psychotic episode because of a PG13 'scary' movie. And it lasted for a week so likeeeee.. comedies 100%

9. any talents? My joints are my only talents lmao. Bending my thumbs to my forearms. Bending my elbows and knees backwards. Folding my arms backwards in front of me. popping my joints continuously. Subluxing my hips and shoulders on command.... thats it lmao.

10. where were you born? Chongqing, China.

11. what are your hobbies? So ill lately I kinda forget I have hobbies sometimes. I like to draw when I can. I love making stickers and prints and stuff. I like doing crafts and activities and stuff. I also like to write but I've been in a huge slump as of lately. I love reading too but also haven't been able to concentrate long enough to do that :/ I used to write and make music too.

12. do you have any pets? I have two dogs! A Welsh Terrier and a Poodle x Old English Sheep Dog. Love them both.

13. how tall are you? 5'1. (155cm) Though I might be taller if my bones knew how to stack correctly.

14. favorite subject in school? Biomedical science is my biggest passion. Especially diagnostic and treatment aspects. I loooooovveeee human body science and my favourite thing is learning about all the things that go wrong in it, why they go wrong in it, and how it can be managed. I read textbooks for fun lmao. If I weren't chronically ill and disabled I would absolutely go into the medical field. I remember doing gel electrophoresis tests and cadaver labs and dissections and stuff and it was just ugh. I loved all of it so much I wish I could've gone farther in it.

15. dream job? I'd loved to have been a primary care physician/family doctor or to work in the ER. Realistically, I really want to illustrate medical textbooks or infographics and stuff for hospitals or medical facilities.

Gently tagging @bucky-boychik-barnes and @ace-bucket

#chaos #just me rambling a ton about myself #tag game #questions

[soleilnomoon]

ME FIRST!! ME FIRST ME FIRST *elbows everyone out of the way* Gah damn, lemme in *rattles bars* I want I WANT *moves to the front* a macaron and a cafecito with some honey caramel poppy seeds and # 4 from the secret menu please. Be a darling and I'll give you a kiss (i'll kiss you regardless)

hiiiii bb, rattle them bars all u want, are u kidding me, u are always first in my heart 💓 anyway, as always thx for ur patience, you know what time it is when it comes to writing ♡꒰ᵕ༚ᵕ⑅꒱

3.6k words, fem reader, nsfw, 18+ mdni; angst city, smut, hurt/comfort (triple fatality, i'm sry but that's what u wanted); reader deals w. a messy break up & guess who's there to help her sort her feelings? there's also a party and lucifer makes an appearance; solomon tries his best to be a gentleman but yk how it is when pussy's on the table. i didn't proofread, so if u see any mistakes no you didn't, ok.

what you miss most about the human world is the sun — the warmth from it, the sheer impressive force behind its brilliant light, a mood-stabilizer that fills you with a natural bust of energy. lately you find yourself dragging, snoozing through your alarms, waking up late — satan and asmo voice their concerns, wondering if some sort of human illness has descended upon you overnight. you assure them it’s nothing, do your best to summon as much pep as you can muster, but when you smile, it doesn’t reach your eyes. your words are hollow, rehearsed — voice controlled in a feeble attempt at appearing as close to normal as you can.

you’re haunted by ghosts that shouldn’t exist, lingering emotions that you swore you buried a while ago; you’d rip your heart out of your chest if you could — the pathetic organ constantly reminding you of things left unsaid, of regrets and secrets.

lucifer asks you twice and you wave him off, laughing faintly and making excuses for yourself. crimson eyes peer at you carefully, taking note of your change in inflection, in the way you can’t quite look at him properly. it makes him sigh, opting to find another roundabout way of figuring you out. not one to pry in delicate matters without sufficient evidence, he decides it’s time to reach out to someone who might get you to open up a bit.

in the midst of preparing himself for a night out, solomon receives what appears to be an urgent text — one where he’s summoned to the house of lamentation immediately. the invitation is last minute, and he does have plans, but who is he to deny lucifer’s request? especially since it pertains to you.

you hardly touch your food, and instead busy yourself with playing a mindless game on your phone, finger tapping and swiping on the screen; you barely register your high score when you make a wrong move and lose. like everything else in your life, this is just one more layer of disappointment to add to your melancholy.

with hushed tones, lucifer gives solomon a brief rundown, causing a frown to glide onto his lips as he makes his way over to you. looking up from your phone, you smile softly and go back to playing the game — not bothering to question solomon’s sudden appearance, or lucifer’s concerned looks. solomon doesn’t need to investigate any further, he has a running theory that his fairly certain he can easily proven with your nonverbal cues as evidence.

he pulls lucifer off to the side, voice lowered again as he voices his opinion. “there’s nothing wrong,” he says assuredly, the frown never leaving his face. lucifer doesn’t understand, and says as much to him, his annoyance at solomon’s lack of consideration for the situation at hand bubbles inside of him, waiting to burst free.

“how did you come to that conclusion? you didn’t talk to her, or see what we’ve seen over the past few weeks—”

now, the highly skilled sorcerer knows better than to interrupt lucifer when he speaks, but solomon’s patience has run thin. “you don’t understand. there’s nothing physically wrong with her. she’s just…” his voice trails off as he tries to explain it as best as he can without coming off as insensitive. “depressed. that’s what she’s dealing with. depression.”

if it wasn’t because he was so concerned for your well-being, lucifer would have flayed solomon alive for his impertinent attitude; his dark brows bunch together as he contemplates solomon’s words. “are you certain?” he’s seen the way depression eats away at people — humans, mostly — and the more he thinks about it, the more he sees the truth in the matter. you insistence at solely staying in your room, your lack of energy, the way you’ve withdrawn from all of them in the house. normally, you’re a chatterbox, full of ideas and absurd words, always sticking your nose in places it doesn’t belong — so, naturally, seeing you this way is jarring to him and the others.

“is there a cure?” a fruitless question that lucifer dares to ask. 

you feel solomon stare at the side of your face, and you glance his way, startled at the intensity, cheeks flushing a bit when you catch yourself looking for much longer than you mean to. lately, being around him is impossible — even through the fog that lingers over your mind, he manages to slice through it with ease, shining a light that’s comparable to the sun you’re hopelessly pining after. 

he understands that there’s a delicate way to handle things like this, but solomon also knows that with you, certain extremes must be employed to yield favorable results.

“no, but i’m sure i can think of something to help lift her spirits.”

at school, solomon sticks by your side — sitting next to you in class, walking with you through the corridors, insisting on accompanying you to lunch; at first you’re annoyed. it seems meddlesome, like he’s trying to fish for information that you don’t want to give out; but as the day goes on, you come to understand that his concern is genuine. something close to warmth flutters in your chest, but you snuff it out with a grim reminder when you check the date on your phone.

on the walk home, he takes you on a detour to buy sweets — something to perk you up; you agree because you have a sweet tooth and also because you realize that solomon has been working tirelessly to make sure that you’re alright. you’re pretty sure lucifer put him up to it — which you make a mental note to harass him about it on another day — but another flutter has you staring at his smooth, angular jaw, at the curve of his lips, and the long, delicate lashes that curl around his eyes. 

he’s impossibly handsome, his voice mesmerizing, words casting a spell over you — a tragedy that will plague you for the rest of your life if you’re not careful — and you’re not sure what he’s talking about, but he repeats his question a little louder.

“so, what do you say? do you want to go?”

because you don’t want him thinking that you weren’t paying attention, you stumble over your words in a panic. “what? yes, of course i do.” you hope that whatever you agreed to isn’t something out of your comfort zone, although you doubt solomon is the sort to trick you like that.

brows raising at your compliance, a slow smile takes hold of his face as he pauses right in front of the shop. “really? good. the party is this weekend, everyone will be there.” more or less. he’s surprised that you agreed to go, when you didn’t seem too interested before. since you know you can’t really back out, you nod and hum in agreement.

he’s sure you don’t actually mean it when you say, “yeah, sounds fun.” but he lets it slide; maybe dragging you out might do you some good.

the party is loud, the house dark with neon, strobe lights illuminating the crevices and corners, casting shadows along the faces of the drunken party-goers. someone spills a drink next to you, and you sidestep, nearly avoiding the spill, grateful your shoes didn’t get wet. solomon is off socializing, although he promises to come right back. you wait for him against the back wall, watching asmo flirt with a few pretty faces while mammon tries to con his way into some money; beel sequesters himself in the kitchen, inhaling what he can, and satan is in deep conversation with a fellow classmate, ignoring the rest of the noise and revelry. 

it almost feels…normal; you smile, genuinely, for what seems like the first time in weeks, your cheeks warming significantly as you think about how much you appreciate the friendship you’ve cultivated over the past few months. it’s unfair for you to not explain yourself, and you don’t like that they’ve been worried, so you promise yourself to make things right. 

that pleasant feeling, the one that has minuscule butterflies flapping happily inside of you, doesn’t last long; it quickly turns to ash, tasting funny in your mouth, making you clutch the drink in your hand tightly. you see someone from afar who looks vaguely familiar and you feel your chest constrict, anxiety pulsing through you as you finish the colorful drink and place the empty glass down. 

impossible. you know it can’t be him; but that doesn’t stop you from following behind, stealthily clinging to the shadows as you try your best to not be seen. he passes under a dim light and you release the breath you were holding. a simple case of mistaken identity nearly gave you a panic attack; you need to do better.

solomon’s watchful gaze followed you out of the room; he excuses himself to see where you’re heading off to, not liking the way you’re sneaking about. you’re aware he’s standing behind you but your stupid heart sputters out of control anyway.

“what are you doing?”

you muster as much courage as you can, slap a grin on your face, and turn around to face him. “hm? nothing! just thought i saw someone familiar.” a thick silence settles between you, but you focus instead on his eyes — normally so sharp, the blues pop up over the browns — soft and tender, as he waits for you to tell him the full version of that truth. 

sighing dramatically, you tug on your curls, nerves getting the best of you. the lies are hard to tell apart and you’re tired of letting this secret dictate your life; so you tell him the truth. all of it. from start to finish. there are times where you pause to gather your thoughts, and there are times where your mouth moves faster than your brain. he more or less can follow what you’re saying, and he closes his eyes and leans back against the wall.

“so that’s what has you moping around,” he muses out loud, pressing his lips together as he considers what to do with you next. 

with widened eyes, you stare at him incredulously, unsure of how to take that. “what do you mean?” you cross your arms and hold them against your chest.

“heartache,” he says slowly, opening his eyes to peer at you again, a curious, yet determined look taking over, “is easily remedied. with the right course of action.” you laugh out loud at his ridiculous statement, laugh even harder at his frown, but when you realize that he’s actually serious, you stop, cheeks aflame all over again.

“oh,” you’re not sure exactly how to answer him, but you know that he’s not going to let it go yet. “it’s stupid, i’m fine really. i’m over it.” which isn’t exactly true, but you’re trying to convince yourself that you are. solomon sighs at your stubbornness and playfully pinches your round cheek. 

“stop that.” he hates the way you’re casually glossing over the gravity of things; your insistence at burying your feelings for so long backfired significantly — to the point that it’s affected your everyday life. “it’s okay to not be…okay.” he releases his hold only to caress that same cheek, lithe, pallid fingers stroking your skin and making you forget all about the gaping hole in your heart. you’ve tried patching it up, even after the break up, even after you saw that he moved on without you — and quickly at that; but nothing worked.

and yet, with one touch, solomon is able to eviscerate those worries, your mind clearing only to find yourself trapped and unable to extract yourself from his presence. not that you want to do that — you’re so much more at ease around him, find it easier to talk about difficult things, and laugh more earnestly than you have since arriving at the devildom. it’s because you realized that this month would’ve been your three year anniversary — that you’d considered moving in with him, that you’d made plans for the future together. he shattered that dream with callous words and irredeemable actions. you should hate your ex — and you do, you really do — but the grief from that knowledge intensified as the days rolled by, and soon you were consumed by every negative emotion that could possibly pass through you. 

“alright,” you say after a while, sighing and leaning into his touch, “what do you have in mind?”

again, your compliance surprises him; he doesn’t understand why lucifer complains, because he’s yet to be met with resistance from you — at least, not on serious matters, that is. he’s not sure if it’s the atmosphere of the party, the thundering music that bleeds into the corridor you’re standing in, or the adrenaline from having you to himself, but an unshakeable urge courses through him, possessing his body, prompting him to pull you closer.

if you thought your night couldn’t get any more unpredictable, you’re mistaken. with a hand gliding down your back, and another tangling in your hair, he slants his lips against yours experimentally, leaving behind a soft kiss. you’ve never believed in the foolishness that romance novelists peddle to their readers, but at this moment, you’re quite sure that your legs almost giving out is a sign that maybe they weren’t lying, that there are people out there who will wreck your life without even trying.

you tell yourself that kissing him is dangerous, but you do it anyway; you lean forward, hands planted on his chest as your plush lips brush against his. he’s bewitched you, somehow, that’s the only way to explain the way your mouth moves in tandem with his and the way your tongue glides into his mouth without a care. he hadn’t meant to kiss you, not really; he just couldn’t help himself. even in sadness, you’re stunning — a baroque oil painting come to life; beautiful, passionate, and otherworldly. 

a marvel, really — he’d like to keep you, but knows he can’t. still, he won’t know unless he tries, right?

his teeth graze your lip, playfully nipping, your pulse quickening when he pushes you against the wall, his leg slipping in between yours, parting them with your assistance. it’s ridiculous — an indescribable heat grows within you, burning through your doubts, erasing any lingering dejected feelings that piled into you without your knowledge. he tries his best to keep it together, but finds it difficult when you arch into his hold, or when your kisses turn breathless, leaving him with a desire so great that it has him throwing away every bit of decorum he’s stored inside of him over the years.

it’s highly inappropriate for the two of you to be so brazen like that out in the open, but somehow it makes sense. you’ve never seen solomon lose his composure like that, but you can’t say it’s unappealing; if anything, it makes you want him more. you like that he can’t stop touching you, that his curious, but skilled hands tug your dress up, making him groan against your lips as your thighs tempt him in the worst possible way. the sheer power you now hold over him is unbelievable, and yet you have no idea how to wield it.

with great difficulty, he pulls himself off of you and his eyes take in your swollen lips, thumb gently brushing along the bottom one. a shiver passes through you, mind effectively blank, as you look up at him through your thick lashes. it’s not often that you find yourself rendered speechless, so it takes you by surprise when you can’t find anything to say. but you readily allow yourself to be commanded by him when he presses a kiss on your neck, right below your earlobe. he murmurs against your skin, you’re pretty sure he suggested moving to a more private location. all you can do is nod as he takes your hand in his, leading you off to a bathroom nearby and locking the door behind him.

it doesn’t take long but he has you on top of the counter, hands tugging on your panties, the flimsy fabric ripping slightly with his hurried movements — you ignore it, just like you ignore the way your hands tremble, the anticipation almost too much for you to handle. with your legs spread and your pussy on display, the light in the bathroom illuminating the wetness that pools along your folds. solomon swipes his thumb against your slit, another heat working its way through you as you watch him bring his thumb to his mouth, tongue slipping out to sample your arousal. 

there are so many things you want to tell him, and similarly he has things he wants to tell you too — but that can wait; he’s more interested in the way you’re grabbing onto his arms, eyes pleading as your mouth parts again. “please,” you gasp when he inserts a finger inside of you, relishing in your wet heat that wraps around him, “i can’t take it.” he lets out a chuckle, amusement flitting across his face as he kisses the side of your neck again. 

“it seems like you can, though,” he offers as a rebuttal, finger plunging in and out of you, your pussy clenching around him even tighter when he slips an additional finger inside of you. if you had more sense you’d chastise him for all the teasing; he scissors his fingers inside of you, amazed at the way you’ve completely let your walls down, with how your head falls back, lightly bumping into the mirror behind you. 

despite wanting to take his time with you, to really explore your body, to lift you higher than you’ve ever been — but, a terrible hunger claws at his insides, obliterating whatever patience he has left, poisoning his logical thoughts and turning them into impetuous whims. solomon unzips his pants swiftly, his cock heavy in his hand as he strokes it a few times. 

he rubs the tip against your folds, enjoying the way your breath catches, how your nipples harden beneath the fabric of your dress, how you seem like you’re hardly keeping it together yourself. you roll your hips and grind your pussy along his hardened length, a quiet moan slipping out of his mouth as he inches his cock inside of your tight entrance. 

“solomon,” you manage to let out, a throaty moan accompanying the desperate way you keep calling out his name; with a sharp snap of his hips, he slams his cock inside of you, mouth claiming yours again as he gives you open-mouthed kisses, tongue stroking yours, making you wrap your legs around his waist and keeping him close to you. slinging your arms around his neck, you lift your hips to meet his thrusts, pussy on cloud nine, heart beating entirely too fast. it doesn’t matter though; all that matters is making sure to cement this feeling in your mind, bottle it up for later, to keep you company late at night.

he’s in an equally distressing position — except he’s not distraught at all. if anything, he’s never felt more alive. he powers into you mercilessly, the lewd, squelching sounds echoing, bouncing off of the walls, and reminding both of you that you’re fucking on borrowed time — because at any moment, someone could possibly interrupt you. and you’d hate for that to happen.

you’re not sure if it started with his initial touch in the hallway, but you’ve completely forgotten about your ex; while you know the hole left in your heart might take a while to mend, it’s closed a bit more thanks to solomon — although, maybe it’s more appropriate for you to thank lucifer, since it was his idea for solomon to help you sort out your emotions. you decide to think more on that later, because now all you want to focus on is the rush you feel with each thrust of his hips, cock kissing a sweet spot, one that has you bucking your hips wildly against him, arousal dripping as you tug on his hair. 

his hands hold you steady as he pounds into you, hips jerking with each thrust, his moans tumbling into your mouth as he kisses you senselessly. a frenzy swirls around his head, making it impossible to think straight, he’s never been so captivated by someone like this, so it’s brand new territory for him to navigate. he whispers praises in between kisses, a heat passing between you as your walls squeeze tightly around his cock. your orgasm is intense, makes you gasp loudly, your nails scratching against the back of his neck, and he hisses as he keeps fucking you, orgasm taking most of your energy.

but you don’t let up; instead, you press needy kisses against his jaw, lick along the side of his neck, your name falling off of his lips like a lyrical prayer, one that he’ll say every night from now on. a dizziness coils around him as his thrusts get sloppier, his cum thick and hot as it pours inside of you. you’re sure your heart might give out at this rate, but you cling onto him, body trembling as he steadily comes down from his high, breathing uneven, panting lightly. you’re sure it’s residual post-coital bliss that has you kissing him tenderly, that has you pressing your forehead against his in an attempt to calm down. if anyone asks you about it later on, you’ll deny ever holding such affection. 

unfortunately for you, solomon knows the gritty truth of the matter — and you do too. 

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AHHH yes ofc!! and ty :)  i’m so sorry this took so long, but it’s here and i hope you enjoy it <33

i literally looked up a chart of the stars in tokyo from april 2016 (it gave me a random year idk either) for this fic to make it as accurate as possible, but i realized that i don’t really know how to read a star chart so if you happen to know a lot abt stars and where you can see certain constellations, pls forgive me for any inaccuracies k thx <3

(...also if you follow my side blog, you’ll find that a couple of the constellations/stars i chose weren’t random and picked as a little haha moment) 

gn!reader, fluff fluff fluff, this might be one of my favourite things ever??

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you know i love you so // look at the stars, look how they shine for you and all the things that you do

“c’mon, kenma! hurry up!” 

“i’m coming, i’m coming just hold on one second,” your boyfriend grumbled a few meters down the hill you were standing on top of. you ignored his teasing remarks about patience being a virtue. 

it was date night and you got to choose the activity this time. you tried to keep it a secret for as long as you could, appeasing your boyfriend’s worries with lots of don’t worry, you’ll like it i promise!’s throughout the week. 

but the second you pulled out your designated picnic blanket and told him to get in the car, he knew immediately what you had planned for the night. 

when he was finally closer to the top of the hill (which was located in a park about 45 minutes from your apartment, just outside the city, but the trip was made longer by you insisting on getting take out for the excursion), he looked up at you and took in a sharp breath.

the way the moonlight was hitting your skin, making your eyes shine brighter than usual, and the backdrop of the stars sparkling behind you... if he could take a mental picture and store it away to remember in perfect detail later, he would. he was in awe of your entire being. 

(which wasn’t exactly a new feeling for him, but it was definitely worth noting that it was ten times more intense in that moment.) he wondered everyday how he managed to get someone like you to love him as much as he loved them.

he watched as you turned around and started to set the blanket down brows furrowing at the wrinkles that remained. setting the pillows down in the middle, he helped you pull the corners further apart to make the fabric smoother. 

you beamed up at him and kissed his cheek before arranging the pillows and plopping down on top of one, grabbing the bag of take out and setting it out. he followed your lead and sat down with you, happily taking part in the conversation and munching on the food. 

after a while, you both laid back and stared up at the stars. “that one with the three lines spewing from the triangle is camelopardalis. and you see that really bright star off to the right of jupiter? that’s regulus. it’s part of the leo constellation.”

kenma was torn between falling asleep to the sound of your voice, looking at the stars you were pointing out or looking at you. he was certain that you’d pout if he fell asleep in the middle of your date, so he decided on splitting his time between the other two.

he really did admire the stars, even more so since he started dating you. whenever you went stargazing with him, you tried to make sure the stars would be in a different position so you could show him “a new sky every time” as you put it. 

“i know it must be boring for someone who doesn’t really stargaze as a hobby,” you said sheepishly on your second stargazing excursion, a few months after the first one but already a year into the relationship. “but i think that even if you’re not into it, you can’t deny that looking up at the night sky without any city lights is a beautifully surreal experience.”

being there alone might be more daunting to him than surreal, looking up and feeling so insignificant in the universe compared to the dark expanse of the clear night sky, but as long as you were there to look up with him, he agreed. he didn’t feel small. it certainly was surreal. 

because for some reason when you were apart, they didn’t shine as bright. even as a teenager when he would walk home with kuroo from late night practices, he didn’t remember them ever being so intense. 

he knew it was because of the light pollution that came with being in the city, but he did also consider the possibility that it was all because of you. 

you, who could convince him to get out of the city for moments like these, moments where the stars actually would appear brighter because of something you did. 

you, who definitely deserved the stars’ best performance- you were special enough in his eyes and he hoped whatever higher power had your favourite pass time in their domain saw it too. 

you, who lit up his world like the stars lit up the night sky.

you, you, you...

“i love you,” he interrupted what you were saying completely on accident. he hadn’t meant to let it slip, but he couldn’t help it after seeing the reflection of the moonlight in your eyes again. the excited look on your face as you kept naming stars and constellations. 

you turned to face him, a shy expression appearing. 

a small smile formed on his lips. 

“i love you too, kenma.”

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the ending is a bit bleh but other than that, i really like this one. 

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