#also idk what the last ones tastes like but it sounds good

[netherfeildren]

Notes On a Virtuous Affair

Pairing: Joel Miller x F!Reader

Summary: One would think this road ends in something virtuous—a greenness so dazzling it hurt the eyes—and not the sort of man waiting in his far out removed solitude.

He was the experienced one, you the innocent. It should have been different. Maybe it should’ve felt different. And yet, there was something in him that made you feel very much the conquering one, you the baptizing one.

Rating: Explicit 18+

Content Warnings: Post outbreak; Jackson Joel Miller; Dom/sub undertones; Rough Sex; Impact Play; Face Slapping; Spanking; PIV sex; Ass Play; Oral Sex (m!receiving); Come Eating; Throat Fucking; Unprotected Sex; Potentially Toxic Dynamics? (haha?); Complicated Feelings; They Love Each Other in Their Own Weird Way, Ok?; Older Man/Younger Woman; Idk What This Is, I Don't Expect You to Either;

A/N: miss you guys, sorry for the disappearing act <3

Word Count: 3.1K

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Notes On a Virtuous Affair

Sunlight spills over everything, and the pastoral green leads you to him. 

One would think this road ends in something virtuous—a greenness so dazzling it hurt the eyes—and not the sort of man waiting in his far out removed solitude. 

But there’s an incongruity afoot here that only you appreciate.

The secret lies in that there’s a riddle woven through the three miles you pilgrim to see him weekly. The first, a boon, the green lush wasteland, if a thing that’s alive can be wasted. The second, an honesty, I’ll venture this distance for him. The third, a precursor, when your muscles start to tingle, your thighs, hot and itchy, nape, coated in a taste of salt. Your feet crunch along the gravel and dirt, protected by the soft leathered boots inherited from Lucy who’d died last Monday. A good start to the week, with new boots, and a thoughtful gift she’d left you, your friend, when your own shoes were so worn from all the walking you do for him. The end of the world changes death, finds good things within it. 

The sun warms the bridge of your nose, and you tip your face up to the too-bright light, trying your hardest to look straight at the intensity of it. He’s very much like this too. Why would you look directly at the sun if not for the hurting it brings? Your palms splayed forward at your sides, the breeze moving through your fingers, and the world is all around you alive in this apocalypse. 

Jackson is left further and further behind as you move towards him, and what no one understands, not even Joel Miller himself, is that there is something virtuous about this affair.

-

“I’m gonna fuck your mouth now,” he says down at you, bare as the day you were born and kneeling before his clothed and towering height. Nothing but the heavy hanging length of his cock is naked for you, the first you’d ever seen in your whole life. If he had his way, the only one you’d ever see for the rest of it. The wide head is slick and glossy, the way it bobs obscenely from his open jeans looking like the weight of it would hurt, the way it juts from the bed of hair at this groin like a threat to you. 

You know now, after all his focused training, that it only hurts him when you don’t tend to it as he needs, that it’s only a threat when you fail to do the same. He’s shown you the rules of hurting, in all these months you’ve come your three promised miles to him time after time. Shown you how it comes easy, that of hurting someone you love. A running in place sort of thing. You know all the steps that will come, the exact spot you’ll tread in. The way to propel yourself forward to finally leave that same place, avoid it, if you want. 

“Open wider. Won’t fit like that,” he clicks his tongue, voice a burr as he grips his throbbing flesh and with the other too big hand, also like a seeming threat, but not, he gives you a quick, softly stinging slap to the high of your cheekbone. The sound, fast and snapping like his disapproving tongue. You swallow a moan, looking up at him with that look in your eyes you know disturbs him, adoration, letting the hinges of your jaw go loose, saliva pooling beneath the cover of your tongue. “Don’t you want me?” He asks. 

And you blink once, moan crossing the bridge to a laugh if your mouth wasn’t stretched wide as it’ll go. He sees it though, skipping water in your eyes and gives that half smile, the mean one, the one that says he has all the answers in the world, knows all the things there are to know, that one you like best. Good girl, and his voice makes no sound, only the shape of the words on his mouth. You haven’t been good enough yet to hear the real thing of them out loud. This tells you that you must apply yourself to the task at hand, making him come. 

One heavy tap to the flat of your tongue sticking out for him first, and then he’s slicking that fat head against the surface, giving you the first real taste, salt and musk trickle down the back of your throat and you moan again, eyes screwing shut tight, cunt aching something fierce. Leaking just like the tip of his cock leaks too. 

That’s the thing about this thing, the one you see very well and Joel still fails to. The two of you, as disparate as you might seem, are the same in all the basic but most important ways. Too much in common for him to look at in the eye comfortably and still do the things you do. 

“Open your throat. Get me hard.” In your head, he calls you baby. In reality, only sometimes, when you’re extra good, does that happen. But in your imagination, where it matters more, he doesn't ask nice, but you are his baby. 

He slides back, back, hits the end of your throat, pulls out against the wet heat of your tongue. You keep your jaw wide until you feel him harden entirely, until he stretches his neck back, tendons jumping stark, clench of his jaw fluttering with a choked groan. “Suck me,” your permission to savor him like you need to. 

Hands pressed firmly to your bare knees, not digging at your soft wet like you’d like, or pawing at him as you’d like even more, you close your lips around him, cheeks hollowed and suck hard, tonguing at his slit on the pull back so that he’s bearing his teeth at you in a growl and shoving forward again hard, a snarl as the cinch of your tight throat strangles the head of his cock on every one of your swallows. Your eyes water, but he pets softly at the same spot he’d stung earlier with his slap. 

A game you used to play with your siblings, who could slap one another harder until the other gave out. It’d taken a while for you to come to the realization, but eventually, you’d realized the memory of it in your mind as it exists now wasn’t innocent the way it should’ve been. That there had been something you’d liked about it in a strange way—that hurting. That the first time you’d asked Joel to play the same game with you, you’d wanted him to slap you other places just as hard until you gave out also. 

The games were part of the thing. His own strange rules, like the way you couldn’t touch him sometimes—you dig your bitten down nails into the soft skin of your inner thighs—only when he said it was okay was it allowed. The way you were never allowed to touch your cunt unless he said so also. He had weird things about him, turned strange by the dangerous ways of life. Like the solitude, the house out and away, the begging you had to do for him to have you. 

Sameness. 

He wraps his fist in your hair, more sting, “Gonna fill your belly with my come, yeah?” His thrusts pick up pace, pulling your head back as far as your neck allows so that he can fuck your throat in full, jaw hanging wide, and you’re just the wet and willing hole you know he sometimes wishes you could always stay as. 

The thick cock against your tongue throbs once, twice and then he’s spilling hot and heavy down your open throat, sweet salt against the back of your tongue while you try and breathe through his strangling, tears spilling.

When he pulls back, slipping wet and heavy from your mouth you fall forward onto your palms, breathing fast, almost hyperventilating, stinging with the forced will to remain obedient. Your spine burns beneath your skin and your sore jaw hangs unwillingly open, sloppy mouth dripping a string of semen between your splayed palms. 

He crouches before you, dripping cock like your mouth, milked to heavy softness hangs long and sated between his thighs. And he pets your crown, the vulnerable shell of your ear, whole body on fire so that every inch of skin hurts without his touch, hurts worse with it. 

“Good girl,” he says now with voice. 

-

The walk seems longer some days. A thousand miles plus an eon instead of merely three. Especially on the days you’re more desperate than usual. The ones when your stomach feels full of sugar for him and the memory taste of his cock is already aching in your molars. Those days your steps are hurried, look in your eyes frenzied to get to him, to escape the things you leave behind. A too full house, your sister’s squalling, teething baby, your little brothers, and too many mouths to feed and not attention to be had, not enough mother for everyone to get loved. 

There’s reasons for this game between the two of you, you’d had to come out and find your attention somewhere else. 

Your love too. 

And if it comes with a sting sometimes, well, so had your mother’s. You like it like this now. 

The first time he’d touched your cunt: show me that pretty pussy, baby, and he’d had you from that very first sweet word, you gonna let me finger it? You’d spread wide, leaked into the cup of his palm like a whore, you’d needed to make sure he was for keeping from the first try, you see. So you’d done all he’d said, taken four fingers and only cried a little bit but whined a lot. Been all, hurts, Joel, high pitched and dragging his name out on a puppy whimper. 

He’d given you that first lesson in hurt the very first time: Yeah? Supposed to. A real mean man. And then made you gush into that very cupped palm so that he could drink of your sweetness. 

He was the experienced one, you the innocent. It should have been different. Maybe it should’ve felt different. And yet, there was something in him that made you feel very much the conquering one, you the baptizing one. 

The third mile comes to an end, the precursor, over, his house in view. It’s all quiet and slumbering and the long grass pulls you forward with its wind blown sway. The wide door to his shed is propped open, half finished rocking chair up on the workbench that sways with the intruding gust. The grass whispers behind you, the dark woods across the field moan, and he’s nowhere while the Tetons loom in the distance. 

You drag your fingers along the slats of his house as you pass, everything is so quiet, like he’d never been here. Like he’d gone and left you the way he’s promised he’d never do. Your belly feels bloated with heat, heart turned into four incongruous chambers that no longer beat in tune, memories of him rioting between each thump. Your cunt goes soft and drooling in your panties as your fear beats higher and higher, and you come to the mouth of the shed, peering into the cool darkness of this little place where he makes his beautiful things. The things that go into people’s homes to be used by people’s families to be stored in people’s memories.

The gleam of the sun does not cross the threshold, and you brace your palms on either side of the wide door, the air thrums and he’s not here—yet—you slide the toe of Lucy’s old boot across the border of sunlight into sanctuary and peek your closed-eyed face into the shade right before you’re taken bodily to the ground by his heavy weight. Palms catching splinters, his strong chest heaves into the line of your spine, strong arm at your waist to pull your breath from your lungs and your legs from under you. 

He forces you belly first to the ground, other hand circling your throat in the imitation of a strangle lest you lose yourself and decide to struggle for the first time ever. But you dig your fingernails into the dirt, scratching for purchase in preparation of what’s about to come, all the fight going out of you; body, half in shadow, half in sunlight. Your bones feel salt bleached. An over abundance of sodium in the blood that renders you catatonic for him.

He nuzzles soft at your nape while his hand shoves under your dress, ripping your underwear down your legs so that the elastic cuts into your tender skin to hurt. All incongruous movement, this man is. 

“Didn’t your daddy ever tell you not to go creepin’ ‘round strange men’s homes?” His voice is so deep, drawled, broken up into different notes of lust and anger and temerity. All the strange things that make Joel Miller up. 

Yeah, you sigh into the dirt. “Told me exactly how it’d go for me if I did.”

You hitch your rump up then, presenting your cunt for fucking. The breeze doesn’t do half to soothe the throbbing wet. The sort of ache that’ll only be fixed by something heavy inside the hurting place. The sound of his belt quiets the disparate chambers, the beat in your ears of rushing blood is uniform now, there’ll be a wet spot in the shape of you in the dirt when he’s through. You lift your hips higher, knees scraped rough as you spread wider, face pressed to the ground and your fingers are well and burrowed in their little gouges now. 

He smacks the heft of it against you asshole, spits and presses a little. He likes to scare you sometimes. Nooo, Joel, all whining stutter, but with your back arching deeper like a little babied liar; you don’t mind where he puts it, only that he puts it somewhere.

“Hush,” he soothes all nice, spanks your ass once all not— “Gonna teach you a lesson.” And shoves inside, bumping against your womb on the first try, stretching your hole too wide, too quick. And there’s no prep, no qualm. No need to hesitate when you own a thing. You swallow your animal cry, ah ah ah, you want to hear how good you’ve been out loud. He grips your hips tight enough to bruise which is what you know he wants and fucks hard and fast, each swing whistles with ownership. 

He fucks you in the dirt like an animal, and this affair is virtuous. 

He teaches you the truth about hurting, about ownership, about so many things that only a man like Joel Miller could teach a girl like you. And all the while he tells you that you’re too pretty to take such an ugly fucking. 

The way he works your cunt, hungry, balls swinging wet so that they sting like his slaps, tip battering hard so that it aches like gratitude. 

These are the things three miles give you. A whole man to teach you about the whole world. 

The slick squelch of your overwhelmed cunt sounds loud, no more disparate heartbeat, no more green grassed whispers. Only the sound of his grunting above you like an animal remains. “You’re the perfect little cunt. You know that, baby?” There it is, you sigh. Start to tremble around him like that, like his good baby that you are, desperate flutters, little gash being fucked into obedience like you need. Your overwhelmed pants make little dirt dream clouds before your eyes as you start to come for him, crying his name, crying your love, crying that you’re so, so thankful. 

“Don’t stop, Joel. Not yet.” And he loves it when you beg, loves it when your cunt pulls tight like a knot.  

“Not yet,” he promises because he might be a real mean man, but he loves you like separating salt from blood.

Complicated and precise. 

When he’s through with you, there’s sunlight spilling over everything again. It’s journey goes on and on, and his semen drips from your cunt now. He turns gentle, thrusting still, making sure it’s fucked deep, pulsing in time with your own throb. Rhythms merge between the two of you. 

His rules are strange, his claims over you equally mysterious. He won’t say things out loud, won’t let you touch any real part of him, but his strange truths ring loud anyways, and when your heart isn’t disjointed, you hear him perfectly well. 

When he lays you out bare and trembling across his messy bed, the groaned pains of his age and rutting in the dirt like an animal sound from him as he drapes himself alongside you. Large and hairy, feet hanging off the end of the bed, entirely real with one knee propped up so that his thick cock lays heavy and soft over the swell of his belly. Your heart beats soft and overfull now. 

You watch the sun set across the planes of his chest and bask in the blue dark as the night draws breath around you. The work of meting out obedience to little girls who come searching for it is toiling, and you watch him melt into sleep, but right before he’s just gone away from you, with a single finger petting at the jut of the old broken bone in his shoulder, your whispered plea: Will you give me a falseness? You don’t call it a lie. This is a virtuous thing, after all.

Lies aren’t allowed in this house. 

He breathes a deep sigh, and you watch the fan of his long lashes sweep open, staring up at the shadowed rafters of his home. You swear you can see each and every individual whisker in his thick beard, dark and gray dispersed throughout. You see every single detail. 

He’d told you once there were ghosts here, in this house, and you’d learned later it wasn’t a lie. This became more and more obvious the more you got to know him. 

He stares up at them now. 

When he’d taken your virginity, when it’d left you the way you’d always imagined it would, covered in tears and blood and semen, you’d made that promise to each other. That you wouldn't lie, that he’d have all of you, that you’d not touch all of him. The ghost lay beside you in the damp bed of your lost innocence that day. It’d been just so ever since and over many miles of three you’d come to appreciate the realities of it. Who could be more connected than two people who always tell each other their truths exactly as they are?

“Give me a falseness,” you say again, not a lie. 

“A good kind of a bad kind?”

You flip a mind’s coin, wish you could see the exact ghosts he sees— “Bad.”

He turns to look at you, this half smile he wears is your second favorite one now, the honest one, and it’s all there for you to see. All the disparate chambers of Joel, just like your heart beating in your ears. You suppose the ghosts don’t matter then. 

“I don’t love you.”

And you nod solemn. Bad, like a whisper, like your game. 

You smile back, the one you know he likes best, the one that looks like his.

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[wombrion]

keeping these asks in a heart shaped locket that i clench from time to time dearly

#also idk what the last ones tastes like but it sounds good #but ive consumed that noodle vegetable soup many many times #one of the most meals in the entire world

[puppyeared]

Why did my mom have to join bible study

#like. girl why… I’m not sure if I’m one to speak but whenever I’m in the room and she’s on the group call they sound like really culty… #before the whole bible study thing she didn’t really push any religious beliefs on us but #nowadays she’s listening to nothing but sermons on YouTube with the meditating pastors and like Christian rock. CHRISTIAN ROCK #Aand she purposely blasts it on her phone when me and gray are sitting at the table with her hoping it’ll knock something into us but. ugh #and I can’t really complain because she’ll be like oh but I’m just trying to let god into your life! I’m trying to save you from hell!! D^: #and then whenever she talks about being a good person nowadays it has to do with belief in god and #maybe this is just difference in opinion and I’m no expert but. I’m pretty sure you don’t need full dependence on god to be a decent #human being. she wasn’t like this before and it’s creepy and I don’t like it #I’m sure she was already a pretty good person before bible study without dragging god into everything but now she’s like convinced every #good thing she does is because of god. girl??? #I don’t know. if you believe in a god I don’t have a problem with it but whatever this is.. it leaves a bad taste in my mouth #also I’m pretty sure it’s making her more homophobic I have no idea what they’re teaching her in bible study but she’s like #more likely to make homophobic comments with my dad. I hate it here #I legit panicked in the car last week bc they were talking about trans ppl in an unsavoury manner. I #maybe being a decent person and using your turn signal and giving your seat to old ladies on the bus is enough to keep you out of hell man #idk. I’m so exhausted I wish she could stop hanging out with them #vent #yapping #religion mention #religious mention #christianity tw #christianity mention #tw religious guilt #religious guilt #ask to tag #?

[featherymainffins]

Binge-reading Dungeon Meshi because it's the only thing standing between me and suicide ngl.

#it at least gave me the single molecule of mental energy required to force myself to eat at least one slice of bread #because it's like the physical energy is there sure but mentally I'm like 'noooooo I don't want to eat anything i hate food #all food tastes bad and i hate life and i want to eat nothing at all and furthermore i need to lose weight so i should starve myself' #I'm thinking that it might actually make me last until I either convince the crisis center that I'm for fucking real for real #or until my appointment with the school counselor. which idk when would be because i was supposed to go on the #2nd of April but i guess there might be holidays because he called me when i was atva lecture but i couldn't take it #because i had a lecture and he hasn't called since but I'm assuming #that hell call again and that he wants to let me know that the date is impossible #but I want to like wait and see what he says. and if he goes like 'oh actually im on a long vacay now goodbye forever' #or whatever I'll just go '...slay' and ride my ass to the hospital tomorrow. #show up at the crisis centre looking exactly like the patients with chronic pain who report pain 7 while looking unphased #like 'hello i am an active danger to myself I can't get out of bed most days; i need 16 hours of sleep to function for 4 hours #my meds have stopped working I haven't eaten anything but exactly 2 pancakes and a slice of bread in the past 4 days #and i exhibit a strong refusal to change this marked by thoughts present in people affected by eating disorders. no activity #feels fun anymore and they were marked by a strong sense of anxiety a few days ago but now i just feel nothing at all. #at this point I'm not even refusing to do any of my hobbies because im increasingly afraid of failure and its #consequences while being hunted for sport by anxiety from the opposite end telling me that i need to finish 50 masterpieces #immediately or nobody will ever like me again and they'll all see me for the talentless fraud i am. at this point i just don't care. #i don't do anything because i feel sluggish and my body is heavy and I'm so so tired and I'm tired of being awake and I can't think straight #also i think i might be going into a psychotic episode again.' #they're gonna tell me to get the fuck out of their faces anyway but it's worth a try. #like idk i feel like they might kinda listen because yesterday I guess they wouldn't have but today i have stopped caring about cars #and looking both ways. which is like. not a good sign probably. also yesterday i was still somewhat able to talk to people #even though i was in a very irritated and drained out state but today I'm feeling like if anyone even fucking attempts to talk to me #or if i hear any loud fucking sound at all I'm just gonna punch myself in the head until the pain drowns out all the sound

[suengmi]

- the ways stray kids show their love and affection

genre: fluff/romance, nonidol!au, gn!reader warnings: mentions of making out, nakedness? idk lol

anyways this is just major soft hours, one of my moots said i should do this i can't remember who it was pls lmk if it was you asljdls also unedited

♡ masterlist / pls reblog if you liked! it helps a lot ♡

⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆ bang chan

sweet kisses all over your face to wake you up, pressing his nose into the crook of your neck and gently nibbling you. “i’m bored wake up babe.” grunts when you ignore him. ends up pulling the sheets back so your naked body is exposed to the cold. “that’s what you get.” gets salty but then feels bad, covering you up again, then he really wakes you up. back hugs when you’re cooking for him. whining whenever you don’t pay attention to him, tugging at the edge of your shirt. sulks when you say you’re busy. doesn’t give a fuck about how clingy he is, but he knows you love it. holds your hand a little too hard when you’re walking together. kiss attacks always!!

⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆ lee know

stops you from crossing the street until he’s checked it. “stupid, look next time.” beats you twice in a board game but sees that you're sad that you’re not that good at it, but fails the third time just to see you smile and gloat about beating him. he loves seeing you happy, even if he has to purposely fail. leaves you notes everywhere, maybe just ‘i love yous’ mixed in with ‘i know you’ll forget this so don’t.’ text messages asking if you’ve eaten, and then getting mad and sending food to your door if you haven’t. swiftly kisses to the forehead aggressively saying you ‘deserve it’ but sounds like a threat. ‘you know i love you yeah?’ more aggressive kisses. ‘i won’t stop until you say you love me!!’

⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆ changbin

little wrestling matches on the couch, telling you that you’re silly for even trying. pulls you by the back of your hair if you’re not paying attention to him. “i left you the last piece of food.” always, always saves you the last piece no matter what it is. picks you up and throws you around, pretending he’s going to eat you bc apparently he’s a monster. but says you taste good so he doesn’t mind eating you. more wrestles. whenever you’re sad, he always cheers you up and never fails to make you laugh. does his trot impression of some old korean songs, full performance with your glitter jacket on that doesn’t fit him. ‘you still love me now? you better.’ knows you love being engulfed by him, so 90% of the time he is the big spoon. when he's feeling really romantic, he'll do a little picnic at the beach. always making sure it was at sunset because he knew it was your favourite time of the day.

⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆ jisung

midnight trips to get take out, sitting in the car until 2am with both of your feet on the dashboard. ‘remember that time!’ always reminiscing about how you first met, nearly choking on your fries when you recall. kisses in the car, kisses in the house, kisses in the shower, kisses in the dark. ‘babe but i want it.’ chucks a tanty when you don’t buy him things. pouts and folds his arms. ‘if you loved me you would!’ holds the cuff of your jumper, mostly walking behind you whenever you go somewhere because he feels safe. morning calls, but especially night calls. he doesn’t care how you look at the end of the day, he just wants to see you and tell you he loves you. hiding himself in your jumper and saying there is enough room for two (when there isn't.)

⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆ hyunjin

taking you to art galleries, standing behind you with his head resting on yours. ends up putting his hands into your pockets from behind, cutely leading you around from the back. with hyunjin it’s not always words, sometimes it’s just his actions. he pushes your hair out of your face or tucks it behind your hair. mostly, he does your hair for you. always making sure your hair was out of your face because it annoyed you. brings you tea and sits with you if you’re studying or drawing or even watching tv, rubs your thigh gently to let you know that he doesn’t want to distract you, just shows you he wants to be with you. rubs your belly if you feel bloated and talks to it. 'you better stop being bloated or... i'll do something. idk what.' art dates!! always drawing together, even if you're shit he encourages you to keep going

⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆ seungmin

gently slips his fingers into yours without saying anything but smiling to himself when he sees you blush, he kind of loves that he makes you nervous. always taking the chance to make your cheeks tint pink. showers with seungmin, always washing your body and shampooing your hair for you, wet kisses in between. sometimes he’d gently press his nose on your naked skin, enjoying your scent but never admitting it. ‘it’s comforting’ he’d say in defence, ignoring you for the rest of the night. guiding you with his hand on your lower back, making sure you were safe no matter where you were. kisses to the forehead, the back of the hand, the back of your knees. seungmin doesn’t say it much, but he does love you. he shows it through everything else, knowing those words have such a weight to them.

⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆ felix

‘are you gonna cook!?’ jumping up and down when you say yes, annoying you the whole time you’re cooking or baking. ‘is it done? i can’t wait to eat it!!’ eats half of the food before it’s even cooked because he says it’s ‘too good.’ little play fights that would begin from felix nibbling at your fingers and then at your thighs. ‘little gremlin’ you’d end up joking, rolling around on the floor, bodies all over each other, which would end in a heated make out session and clothes far gone. he’d send you random texts, of random things. ‘hey i saw this flower, it's cute, yeah?’ ‘this potato looks like you. it’s too cute to eat T-T’ ‘you think i could eat 11 hot dogs in two minutes? hmm maybe.’ 

⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆ jeongin

blowing raspberries on your tummy and holding you down. sometimes uses your foot as a telephone. ‘yes hello stinky foot line how can i stink you today?’ proceeds to try and hold your foot with his. 'shut up i can do it!!' probably be super sarcastic, mocking you when you tried to be cute with whatever you were saying. karaoke together, always singing out of pitch but though he’s laughing, encourages you to be more confident because he loves seeing you enjoy yourself. watches you sometimes, just admiring you but instantly whips his head around to pretend he wasn’t, head banging into something hanging from the wall. ‘mind your business’ he’d joke, walking away suspiciously.

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[notyashiro128]

Kisses in bed.

Drunk Megumi x f reader

Warning: fluff, fluff, fluff, swears, kinda smut, drunk Megumi ⸜( ᵔ ᗜ ᵔ )⸝♡

Enjoy:p

Megumi's love language is physique touch and omg sometimes he will do anything just to hold you or even just kiss you

But this time idk why When he went to the supermarket to buy some snacks, he found a new type of sweets, but he didn't know that they were alcoholic candy. Unfortunately, he also bought a lot of them. He wanted to share them with you (sweet boii ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧)

When he returned to his dorm, he wanted to taste one, but the taste was too strong, and he wanted more until..... he ended up eating them all and got drunk.

he called you at 3 am asking you if you could come to his dorm

"hey love could you please come to my dorm it's a very important thing," Megumi asked with his soft voice" It's fucking 1 am Let me sleep," you said that sleepy " I can't sleep without you please", " no goodnight " you hung up the phone on his face and went back to sleep peacefully wearing his hoodie that you stole it from him that time and black short.

at 3am

Without any reason, you woke up confused why? cuz you found Megumi's arms around your waist. You sigh before Megumi brings you closer to his chest "You up?" He said playfully "How did you get here and what are you doing here?" You asked sleepily "Don't forget that I have a copy of your dorm keys, and why can't come here am I not allowed to sleep with my girlfriend or something ?" "Oh, I forgot." You turned to Megumi's side and placed your head in front of his chest. Megumi noticed the saliva on your cheek.

Note: Sometimes when you sleep, saliva drips from your mouth.>_<.

Without any warning, Megumi licked your cheek "Gumi what are you doi-'" Megumi pressed light kisses on your lips... he couldn't help but notice how soft your lips were, you put your arms around his neck and he put his hand on your waist bringing you closer to him, Megumi starts kissing you more passionately (wet kisses) he loves the taste of Your cherry lips but he Can't control himself you could taste the Alcohol in his mouth 'is Megumi drunk?'You said it to yourself

He starts giving you kisses all over your neck, you put your hand on his hair and play with it while he gives you hickeys "You're making me crazy y/n" he signed, Finally he finds your sweet spot "Gumi- ahh" You start moaning "Did you like that?" He said while looking into your eyes "Mm" You nod "but Gumi stop your plea-"

He interrupted your words by giving you a kiss in your sweet spot" I can't get enough of you" You were blushing so bad as Megumi.......

he kissed you on your forehead "You are" and one on your cheek "So" and another one on your tip nose "Cute" and the last kiss on your lips "Wearing my hoodie", "What.." you said blushing, "I've been looking for that hoodie and you turn it into a pajama I didn't know that you are obsessed with me that much y/n~" he hugged tight" my y/n~"

"Megumi I'll ask y-" "It's Gumi for you ma love," Megumi said softly "Gumi are you drunk?" He didn't answer you "Gumi?" You raised your head to find him asleep. You took a deep breath, “Good night,” so you could fall asleep as well.

In the nest day 10:36 am

You heard a loud sound as if someone had fallen. When you opened your eyes, you couldn't find Megumi next to you. He was lying on the ground. "Shit." He cursed. "Megumi, are you okay?" You said, worried about him. "Why didn't you wake me up?" Megumi looked at you in surprise. "What?" You said." Are those hickeys in your neck?" He said it shyly, your entire face became red with embarrassment. “Did I do something yesterday? I don’t remember anything.” “Damn, my head hurts.” oh I remember Megumi Was drunk last night "Megumi, did you drink alcohol yesterday?" You asked him as you looked at him standing and sitting next to you. "You know I'm not a big fan of alcohol and we're still underage," he Soft said. "But yesterday you were drunk." You said it with a laugh.“No way.” He pulled out a candy wrapper from his pocket." All I can remember is that I ate a lot of this. “Megumi, this an alcoholic candy.” You said while laughing. “stop laughing. Tell me what happened yesterday.”,

" Don’t worry, don’t worry. We were just kissing each other. I didn't know you couldn't sleep without me" you teased him Megumi blushing. You gave him one last kiss on the lips, “I love you, Megumi.” He gave you another kiss, “me more.” The kiss was interrupted by the sound of a knock on the door. Nobara was at the door.

"y/n....y/n girl open the door Today is a holiday, let's go shopping" She started knocking hard on the door." Come on, girl, get up". You and Megumi were silent. Megumi went to the bathroom to hide while you tried to put the foundation on your neck, but you couldn't hide the hickeys, so you put on a scarf and opened the door "Good morning nobara" you said that smiling "Finally let's go shopping" Nobara was confused "Why are you wearing a scarf", "oh hahah I just felt cold. Yesterday" "weird but Okay be quick. I'm waiting for you at the exit. Don't be late. If for breakfast, we'll eat outside. There's a shop that sells crepes." She said while looking at her phone "Ok see you" you closed the door Megumi was still in the bathroom holding his laugh "open the door" you Said that Coldly megumi left the bathroom " iam sorry" he hugged you "no it's okay but ill have to go with nobara you can stay here I dont mind " you said that softly "okay I'll stay here" he said that smiling "I'll go with nobara shopping I'll change and go meet her" you said while you are still hugging him "let me go" Megumi hugged you more tightly "gumii" you insisted

"Fine" He left you , You went to change your clothes, and when you came out, Megumi came out and kissed you on the forehead and said, "Don't be late. I'm here waiting for you. Okay."

Ends 🦦✨💮

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Pairing ೃ⁀➷ 𝐄𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝟒𝟐! 𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐬 x Fem! Reader

Summary ೃ⁀➷ Lovers have secrets of their own, no matter how much they come to trust each other, whether it be a past mistake or an unspoken trauma. For you and Miles, however, your secrets came in the form of hidden identities— one being a masked vigilante, and the other a mastermind.

Genre ೃ⁀➷ Forbidden love, mutual pining, angst♡

Tags ೃ⁀➷ Both are artists, reader is from a very wealthy family, both are living double lives, underaged smoking, reader is female and uses she/her pronouns, forbidden love (ish?), swearing, daddy issues, mommy issues, reader is unhinged, both are mentally unstable, lots of flirting.

Author's Note ೃ⁀➷ WHY IS THE HALLOWEEN CHAPTER PUBLISHED ON DECEMBER IDK IM SLOW, also politics yay ig— MENTIONS OF MY COUNTRY! 🇵🇭💥🇵🇭💥💪💪 Also uh VERY long chapter

Tag list ೃ⁀➷ @sakura-onesan @coffeeandtealol @luvjunie @noetophat @proudgojofucker @adorefavv @l0starl @depresssedcowboy

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟎: 𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐭

Summary ೃ⁀➷ You and Montrell seem to share a few qualities. In the midst of talks of politics with Miles, you find yourself parted from the reality you were raised in, instead finding a new world in Spirit Halloween.

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".. You should've definitely worn a coat over that."

You fiddled with your sleeve, staring comfortably past the window and out into the shining streets of Brooklyn. The comment was unnecessary , but it didn't entirely fly past your ears— in fact you swallowed it like a bad egg, making your stomach churn. As you turned your head away from the window, you're brought back to acknowledge your brother, Montrell, sitting beside you with his hand over the wheel.

"I like it as it is." You answered. "It's soft, fluffy, and big. Fragrant too." Because it belongs to Miles.

"It's the first time I've seen you wear something so.." His words trace away, but even without finishing the sentence, you knew what he meant. Unsophisticated— a little too boyish in comparison to your usual, refined clothes. The classic sort of unrefined your dearest mother taught you not to embody.

"What? It's comfortable." Was your attempt of a justification. Montrell shrugs, and you catch a twitch in his eye.

Your family had similar, refined tastes. Montrell, like you, was taught to imbue stylishness in every aspect of his life. He was often Armani-clad. Brunello Cucinelli, Hermes— and every other European household name you could recall. But in special events, he usually sported suits specially tailored to his tastes. His palette was consistently ashen, monochrome, with hints of cherry red. Like his car, which had been only recently cleaned after the staff was updated with his upcoming arrival, a slick, grey Aston Martin. It was likely the peak symbolism of his tastes.

You were never really fond of vehicles, particularly their strong, Italian leather scents (Or stench, as you called it). It was because of your sensitive nose that you often requested the seats to be replaced with anything but leather. Scentless polyester was your more preferred option. Leather alone was enough to urge your stomach to clear out your last meal, by ascending to your esophagus.

"I'm not insulting your tastes. I'm glad you're exploring new aesthetics." He manages to lure out his teeth, a compliment— a not-so-good one at that. "What is this?.. Like, street style? Grunge?.. What's that other one— e-girl, I believe? Or was it Emo?"

"You sound not twenty-five years old."

"Don't be mean. The idea of it is new to me, okay?" He clears. "I haven't seen you in three years. The last time I saw you, mom was the one in charge of your wardrobe. I only ever saw your pictures and you seemed more high-end. Saint Laurent, Dior, Dolce Gabbana."

"Those are my brands, I'm just taking a break. I'm not a walking advertisement. I don't want to get robbed in the middle of Brooklyn either."

With a three-second pause, Montrell looks at you and queried.

"Does that jacket belong to a boy?"

You sit right up, ready to defend yourself when Antonne adds. "You would have to introduce him to me immediately— I won't stand aside while some boy prances around your presence. You're sixteen, and that's a prey-able age for stupid and good-for-nothing men… Unless,” He pauses. “You’re gay.”

"What— What are you talking about!?” You feigned ignorance. “I'm not g— this is— it doesn't belong to a.. Well, it does belong to a boy, but it's my friend's jacket okay?"

Oh, the way Miles would glare at you had he been there.

"Don't try to outsmart me." He shot back. "You’ve got little to no friends.”

You parted your lips. “You’re being mean.”

“I’m only stating the truth.” He sighs. “You’re too condescending, and you hate people.”

“And your sources are what? A small interaction I had when I was twelve?”

Montrell grows uneasy a bit, tapping his nails over the thinly veiled compartment. ".. So who is he?" He starts. "From which family? Who are his parents? And how did the both of you meet?"

"That's none of your business, Mon." You sighed, running a hand across your face. "I'm not seeing him, I'm simply hanging out with another friend. Nothing more, nothing less."

"Well, it surely wouldn't hurt for me to meet this friend of yours, then? If he's not a boyfriend."

Your mouth hung open, a steady sigh escaping your lips while you sink a little deeper into your seat. As a hand runs across your cheek, you looked at Montrell as he eases the car down to a red light.

"He doesn't know that I'm a Chávez."

ＢＥＥＰ

Suddenly, you're jolted to a sudden halt— nearly flying out of your seat upon Montrell's way of hitting the brakes. You grabbed onto the board before you with widened eyes and a curse in your mouth.

He remains calm, but slightly irked.

At that moment, he pulls a finger to his lips as if to hush you. He signals with another finger as it leads up to boost the music from the radio. The song blasts, and swiftly, he takes his jug hidden by the side of his seat, unscrewing the top before pouring some of the water onto his palm, flicking at the air conditioner.

Oh, he was checking if the car was bugged.

You hold out your hand, gesturing him to give you some of the water. Together, the both of you took care of the recording devices, from the front of the wheel to the back of the car. Upon gathering all of them, you stuffed it all inside the water bottle, permanently eradicating its usage.

Finally, Montrell places his hands on the wheel and speaks.

“I want you to be honest with me, [Y/n], and cut out any of the bullshittery.”

You feared that at that moment, you and Montrell weren’t brother and sister, but rivals in a battle for power.

ＳＨＯＵＬＤ ＷＥ ＥＡＴ ＹＯＵＲ ＢＲＯＴＨＥＲ？

Your finger twitches.

Wait.

“Does he make you happy?”

The question comes off a little too similar to tasteless poison. It’s a gamble in itself— and it leaves you sitting upright and crossing your legs.

“He makes me feel alive,” Was your starter. “That’s a power no other boy could do, and it’s a rarity, since I’ve always lived for other people, but he makes me feel like I’m living for myself.”

A short hum exits his lips. “And your happiness? Does he make you happy?”

You harshly swallowed. “What difference would it make if I tell you that he does make me happy?”

Montrell’s gaze narrows a bit, the heel of his boots pressing against the gas as the green light shone. “… I ought to applaud you for your sneakiness if by now, dad still doesn’t know anything about his existence.. Unless,” Gulp. “He ordered you to spy on him.”

“And for what reason?”

“It could be anything,” His grip on the wheel tightens like the coil of a noose. “Hostage, information, any of the latter. I’m not sure why father would send you off to spy on a fifteen-year-old boy, but I’m sure the truth’s far deeper than petty business rival bullshit.”

Your mind blanks.

“It’s nothing like that. I just.. Like him, that’s all.”

“Are you sure?”

“Why would I lie to you about how much he means to me?”

“Because we’re not just siblings, [Y/n],” He whispered. “If anything, we’re not a normal family, but, I’m here for you because I think you’re a good kid, even if everyone else says you’re not.”

“Cease the speech, Mon. I’m not a good person. Stop romanticizing me.”

“But why?” He adds. “Is it because you managed the media and the hotel?”

And hearing those words, you come to face the fact that there was a reason Montrell was your father’s favorite. The effortless way he’s able to read every situation, the effortless way he managed to read through your emotions. It was a talent you could only wish for.

“It was so obvious, you know.” He chuckled. “I knew— I already knew before I came home.”

“Why?”

“Because Antonne handles things messily. He makes decisions without thinking about the consequences, and he despises planning things on the long run. Dad wouldn’t trust anyone outside the family after what happened with Mom, nor would he allow just anyone to handle such shaky affairs. It’s not like it’s beyond father’s morality to hire his own children and calling it practice.”

“What evidence do you have?”

Montrell took one look at you. “The Warehouse. It’s said that it was recently burnt, and that Antonne had to fight the Prowler, but Antonne wouldn’t have had the time to take care of all that because he was investigating you.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” You spat.

“Also, no one but family takes care of the Warehouses.”

“No— I know that, fuck that. You were going to find out one way or another, but what the fuck was Antonne investigating me for?”

Your brother simply shrugs, his shoulders dropping comically.

“It was about that boy.”

“What!?” Your voice breaks a little. “Jesus fuck, what is wrong with him!?”

“Evidently, he’s worried about you.”

You snorted. “Worried!? Worried my ass!” The vulgar way you spoke caught Montrell so off-guard that he had to look at you twice to check if you were still the same person. “I’d rather believe the world’s ending. Antonne and I stopped being siblings the moment he dropped responsibility for all those who were killed, forcing me to step up and do damage control because Dad stopped trusting everyone else.”

“Well, that’s understandable.”

“Plus, there’s nothing to be worried about. The boy I’m meeting he’s.. He’s just.. I like him. That’s it. I know it’s hard to believe since most of the time I’m a conniving bitch, but I genuinely, wholeheartedly like him. Like how a normal teenage girl ought to like a boy.”

Montrell hums. “… Alright, I’ll believe you. It’s not too far off from unusual, when I’m also facing a similar issue.”

You blinked. “What do you mean by that?”

“… You see, [Y/n], I’ve got also got a girl for myself.” He announced so suddenly. “Met her at Oxford. Like your boy, she bore no idea of who I was.. Who I am, and understandably, and I know you know about this too— but it’s a refreshing feeling to not be recognized as the potential inheritor of a business empire.”

You part your lips, processing the information with confusion all over your expression. “But— there were no reports of you being in a relationship.”

“Of course there weren’t,” He laughs. “I had her carefully hidden from everyone’s sights.”

And that could mean two things. You didn’t want to think of the latter.

“Maybe it’s genetic,” Montrell added, turning the wheel. “Father, mother, me, Antonne, you. Making stupid decisions for stupid ideals— rather, stupid romance. It’s frightening to think how Malachi’s going to inherit our tendencies.”

“I’m not,” Your heart raged within the cage of your ribs. “I’m not like that to him. I can never allow myself to trap him.”

“You can either be one of them.” Montrell sighed. “Mom or dad, I mean.”

The good ol’ bird or the cage.

“But I won’t be able to stand by and watch when that does happen,” He straightens his lips. “I can’t let anything happen to you.”

You can hear the voice whisper back in your mind.

“Which is why I’ve got to meet.. [Y/n]?”

Your hands slithered up against your ears in an attempt to block out the voice.

“[Y/n], are you okay?”

You gasped for air, a familiar voice taunting you like the one from your dreams. Except, this one didn’t speak like the voice of the symbiote, rather, it endowed this sweet allure as though it could sing you a lullaby to sleep.

Before the symbiote, there was someone else who plagued your thoughts and mind and actions.

Before the symbiote, there was your mother.

“Stop the car.” You croaked, palms still over your ears. Montrell speaks, but his words were blurred out into the void of nothingness. The more he speaks, the more your mind shreds itself into pieces. After a long second of thinking, Montrell finally pulls up by the sidewalk, taking his hands off the wheel and pulling one in front of you. He waves it hesitantly, snapping you from your thoughts.

“Breathe, [Y/n], breathe.”

“I-I,” You lengthily stammered. “Mon, I’m sorry, but can I go?” As he’s about to answer, you add. “I’ll introduce you another day, I promise, I just, I need to be alone right now.”

“But isn’t it unsafe? We’re in the slums, you’ll never know how—“

“Mon, I can fight.” You ended the conversation with that alone. Hesitantly, he nods and unlocks the door. You reach for the handle, moving along with the click as you turned to leave.

“Can you at least message me when I can pick you up?”

You looked over to Montrell.

“… Okay.”

ＳＬＡＭ.

“Miles!”

And he could already hear you from a block away, jogging with steady and loud steps.

Without even looking up from his phone, he unconsciously opened his arms to welcome you with an embrace— closing in immediately upon your arrival. You felt like you were going to stain his jacket with your glossed lips, but you barely managed to care anymore at this point, as this hug was beyond a need. You clung onto his neck, burying your aching head into the nape of his collar, taking in this familiar scent of spice and wood. A subtle homage, or a reminder of your older brother, Montrell.

What was it about men and their perfume?

It felt like you hadn’t seen Miles in such a long, long time. It was like you were a child who’d parted from their favorite blanket for a little too long that it made you uneasy. You liked the world and space you had between his arms— it was your warmth, your only true home, and it was yours.

All yours.

“What’s wrong?” He cooed, simpering around with you in his arms.

“I just want to stay like this for a moment.” You whispered. “I need to steal the warmth off of you.”

“Well, nena, why are you only wearing my hoodie? It’s so cold out.”

“It’s not that.”

Miles’ ears metaphorically perked up upon hearing you sniffle.

“Who the fuck hurt you? I’ll kill ‘em.”

Your lips curved into a smile.

Oh, Miles, you can’t possibly kill off a multi-million dollar industry.

“Can you kill a car, then? My brother drove me here and his car’s smell made me age twenty years,” You grumbled. “I’m boutta die at thirty-seven, I swear.”

“Your brother?” He lightly jolts away, eyes journeying from road to road in search of him. “God, where is he? Is he here?”

And at that moment, Miles subsequently fixes his posture, his words suddenly endowing some strange sort of politeness. You nudge at his shoulder, “I told him to drop me off somewhere else. I didn’t want him to meet you yet.”

“Awe,” He pouted. “Well, that’s aight. I’m gonna dress up real nice when I meet your family.”

“Uhuh,” You laughed. “And what are you going to be wearing?”

“I’m gonna borrow my unc’s suit, and I’ll talk business with yo father.”

“Only business you’ll be discussing with my father is your damn funeral, Miles. My papa don’t want me out here dating, that’s why he put me in private school.”

“With a face like yours?” He smugly grinned. “Your daddy’s kinda underestimating the power of your pretty face.”

“Oh, so you like me ‘cause I’m pretty?”

“Pretty fucking unbearable, that’s what you is.” The boy joked. “M’just kidding. I like you because you’re pretty much everything to me.”

Despite the fluttering of your stomach, you persevered with your little game. “Doesn’t answer anything— what do you like about me? Did you like my face or my personality?”

“I liked you ‘cause of your pretty face, and stayed for your amazing personality.” He answered as though he’d been preparing for the question his whole life.

“Amazing personality?”

“Extravaganza bonanza personality.”

“I’m not a banana split sundae, Miles.”

“Might as well should be with yo damn split personality.”

Your hands dangle away, Miles unconsciously attempts to reach for it but instead accepts defeat when you held his hand. “So where are we going for halloween spirit, exactly?”

“Halloween spirit?” He queried.

“Yeah, didn’t ya mention something about being in halloween spirit?”

Miles paused, holding back a loud laugh in the middle of the street. “My girl, I said I was in Spirit Halloween.”

“What the fuck is a Spirit Halloween?”

“Holy shit,” He verbalized. “You’re in for a scare, nena.”

And he meant those words a little too literally.

Growing up, it wasn’t within your household to make halloween one of your yearly traditions. Your father deemed it unnecessary, while your mother was anything but fun (Same difference, really). Your brothers have celebrated halloween, one way or another, but since you were the child closest to your mother, you were anything but free of her beliefs.

So being greeted with a large, bloodied skeleton first-thing upon entering the building was a first for you.

“WHAT THE HELL IS EVEN THAT!?”

Miles simply explodes into laughter, holding his phone up just to record your reaction. You fall right back, hand still holding onto his. “Come on, nena, you can do it, let’s get past the entrance.”

“Miles, what in THE FUCK is that!?”

“Don’t be mean to your brother, ma.” He attempts to drag you inside as you sat down by the floor with petrification scribbled all over your face. “[Y/n], come on, introduce me to the rest of your family.”

“FUCK YOU!” You whisper-yelled.

“It’s not even moving yet, come on, [Y/n].”

“THAT’S SUPPOSED TO MOVE!?”

After managing to drag you past the animatronics (Which Miles described was a work out in itself), the both of you marveled at the isle where all the costumes were, skimming through the racks and looking at each and every picture. “Oh, Miles— look at this,” You pluck one out, the hanger dangling from your fingers. “It’s Emily from the corpse bride! Shit, I haven’t seen the movie since I was eight.”

“Look at this one, Ma, this shit’s so you.”

He pulls out an Elsa costume.

“Even got the white ass wig and everythin’.” He giggles as you playfully smacked his arm. “Let it go. Let it go.”

“Shut up.”

“Can’t hold this shit anymore!~”

“MILES.”

“LET IT GO!”

You tried to hush out his horrible singing, but the way he giggled was so infectious that you couldn’t help but giggle yourself. When bystanders started walking past the both of you with weird ogles in their gazes, you couldn’t help but put your hand over your mouth to muffle your laughing.

“Puñeta,” Miles added, pulling out a fucking teenage mutant ninja turtles costume. “You’ve got to fucking try this, ma.”

“Miles—“ You couldn’t even continue a sentence without wheezing.

You did eventually find a costume— unlike the original plan, the both of you couldn’t find a medieval patient dying of the bubonic plague, but Miles did manage to find a dark priestess costume along with a plague doctor costume.

“We’re like business partners. The patients go to me, and when they die, you send them off.” Was what he said.

“Wouldn’t that make you a really horrible doctor?”

“Doctor’s still a doctor, ma. I mean, it’s the police’s job to protect all of us but if that’s really the case, they’re doing a pretty fucking horrible job at it, but hey, we still call them the police.”

You looked at the mirror, watching the confusion materialize over your face as you heard Miles’ rant behind the curtain. As you clumsily tried on your costume inside the changing room, you couldn’t help but ask. “What makes you say that? That they’re doing a horrible job at protecting y’all?”

As you zipped up the bolero, you hear Miles’ curtain open.

“Well, Ma, brutality’s been upper than hell compared to the last few decades, so’s poverty. For the last four years, the economy’s been going downhill, which made us have a recession. ‘Cause of that, a lot of the cops had to kiss up some of the wealthy folks’ asses to keep their jobs.”

“So that makes them corrupt?”

“That makes them desperate,” He alluded. “No one wants to die of starvation, and they all have families to feed. It’s divide and conquer, really.”

“Divide and conquer?— oops,” You pick up the fallen headdress from the floor. “Expand on that.”

Miles hums a bit. “Imagine the crab mentality. I’ve read about it before for a philosophy research, and it’s a term used in the Philippines. Put a fuck ton of crabs in a bucket. You’re gonna see the crabs drag each other down in order to pull themselves up, but in the end, none of them ain’t gonna reach the top.

Because the true problem was never the crabs, it was the person who put those crabs inside the bucket in the first place. Same goes for us, the poor. We all have to fend for ourselves so we put others down— because if we’re too busy surviving, we don’t have to pay no attention to the rich who put us all inside the damn bucket in the first place.”

The way he described it was so familiar.

It was like he was describing you with your siblings.

ＨＥ’Ｓ ＳＭＡＲＴ. Ｉ ＬＩＫＥ ＨＩＭ.

Hearing the symbiote’s approval echo in your mind, you couldn’t help but smirk.

He’s not just smart. He’s a genius.

ＤＯＮ’Ｔ　ＯＶＥＲＰＲＡＩＳＥ　 ＨＩＭ,

ＳＷＥＥＴＨＥＡＲＴ

Don’t call me that, ever.

His experiences and your experiences were similar despite being so contradictory, and it didn’t make sense. You were rich, so extraordinarily wealthy that the recession was never a part of your problem, hell, the decline of the economy was never your problem— and Miles was struggling along with his family to keep themselves afloat.

And you could never put yourself in his shoes, as you knew nothing of the loss he felt.

But the both of you were kids in line to shape the future, and if the generational trauma ever continued, you’d only end up the oppressor, but you knew, Miles was going to tear himself apart from the title of ‘victim’, and he was going to stand up against you— maybe not now, maybe not tomorrow,

But soon, as villain versus hero.

You pushed the curtain away, unveiling the costume to Miles.

But rather than seeing him, he was nowhere to be found.

You lifted the veil, stepping out of the dressing room to take a peek at him, but you couldn’t find any trace of his broad-shouldered figure anywhere. You softly called out for his name, head spinning from constantly turning. Your feet took you forward. You try ignore the giggly and bloodily-clad animatronics whose haunting stares scared you far worse than any unwanted confrontation with any of your family members.

And there he was, talking to a girl.

That sort of closeness— the way they spoke. Laughing, catching up, or something like that. Acquaintances? Friends, maybe?

Something ugly pricked at your skin from within.

ＨＵＮＧＲＹ.

Montrell’s words began to spiral inside your mind. ‘Father, mother, me, Antonne, you. Making stupid decisions for stupid ideals— rather, stupid romance.’

ＨＵＮＧＲＹ.

The feeling seared your veins, making you dig your nails into the bed of your palm. Your knuckles quivered from the intensity, like a sort of anger you felt when you saw any of your elder brothers being praised for the bare minimum, except.. This one felt different.

ＨＵＮＧＲＹ.

You watched the way her braids fell, wondering if you could pull it off with such grace. High society’s always been too picky, which forced you to drown out most of your interests, but now you couldn’t help but feel a little envious. You wanted to wear the clothes you wanted to wear, try out the makeup you wanted to try.

It felt like your mother’s shadow was being cast on you, making you embody the very phase you feared, your mother’s daughter—

and like your mother, you were quick to get jealous.

And it devoured you, whole.

You faltered, taking a step back before fully pivoting your heel and running off back to the dressing room. You shut the curtain behind you, only now finding the symbiote staring right at you through the mirror— its grotesque body mirroring your move.

“For a girl who knows how to handle most of her emotions, you can’t seem to handle jealousy well.”

“I’m not jealous. I’m just tired.”

“And I’m Sofia Vergara.“

“How the fuck do you know who Sofia Vergara is?”

“Memories, my dear.”

You felt a surge of panic take course of you.

“This is unhealthy. I can’t be like this, I don’t even know who she is.” You exasperatedly murmured. “I need to calm down— Miles and I aren’t even official yet.”

“Exactly, so be the lady that you are and introduce yourself, damn it. You have no friends.”

“I have friends.” You seethed. “I’m popular as hell in Acadia.”

“If I had a dollar for every friend you have, I’d be the one giving you a poverty rant.”

“[Y/n]?” Miles pulled you out of your thoughts yet again.

“Y-Yeah?” You called out, whipping your head back. “You done?” He asks, shuffling a bit. You hesitantly open the curtain to reveal yourself, your sights eventually welcoming the image of Miles dressed in all black— with a long, beak-like mask over his head. As you were too busy trying to find his little acquaintance, Miles gawks at you from behind his heavy façade.

The faux black silk draped over your curves seamlessly, the crimson of the bolero gleaming beneath the light as it contrasted against the dress. You lifted the veil past the dark crown like a bride, lashes fanning up to meet him by his gaze.

“Oh, wow.” He sighed. “Wow, you— the woman that you are.”

There was something about the way he looked at you.

It was like you were all that consumed his mind and being. Nonetheless, it was the truth.

But even now, as Miles held out his hand for you to hold, you couldn’t help but wonder how many times he’ll look at you like this until it manifests from love into something else.

“It’s a halloween costume, Miles, not a wedding dress. I can’t possibly be lookin’ all that great.” You took his hand, drawing closer to the mask. “God, you look like a big bird.”

Lost in the way you looked, Miles’ hands unconsciously trailed around your waist, looking down on you with a dumb stare that you couldn’t fathom. Suddenly, the both of you were disrupted by an abrupt cough. You both turn your heads, finding the same girl you’d seen him talking to just a few minutes ago.

“Hey,” She beamed, waving her hand at you. “Hope I ain’t disturbing anything?”

“You definitely were.” Miles’ gaze narrowed. The girl laughed, her white grin wide like a crescent moon. You couldn’t help but think, she’s got such a pretty smile.

“Mind introducing me, Miles?”

With a hand still on your waist, Miles gestures towards you. “This is my lady,”

“[Y/n],” You held out your hand. “It’s nice to meet you.”

Both Miles and the girl stared at your open palm.

“Wow, ain’t she prim and proper? Like a princess.” She teased, accepting your hand. “I’m Amadi, nice to meet you too.”

Her palm was warm and smooth, decorated by the lacey sleeve of her periwinkle sweater. She stood in heeled boots, a couple inches taller than you— an inch or two off of Miles’ height. As she shook your hand, the girl couldn’t help but helplessly marvel at you as though you were a statue carved from marble.

“God, how in the hell did you land on Miles? You’re just,” Amadi’s hands airily traced your figure. “You’re just wow. I-Is Miles keeping you hostage or sum? You don’t look nuthin like human. You look outta this world.”

“Thank,” You stifled a laugh. “Thank you?”

“I can hear you, Madi.” Miles churned.

“M’just stating truths ‘cause—“ She clicks her long, acrylic nails. “Why she be lookin’ outta this world while you’s lookin like you snuck onto earth?”

You placed a hand over your mouth, trying your hardest, you very hardest, not to laugh. Miles pulled you back away from her with a disintegrating glare.

“Tu puta madre,” He spat. “.. Go back to Monique.”

“Monique?”

“Mi novia— love of my life, we’re off halloween shopping too. Gotta big date tomorrow, we gon be watching horror movies n shi.” Amadi added, decisively looking around. “Speaking of which, Ionno where she went.”

“She might be with Voshon.” Miles piqued.

“Voshon?” Your head started to spin with the amount of new names you were processing. “That’s a.. Interesting name.”

“Mama was gonna name him Joshua, but my dad wanted to combine or grandparents’ names together, so— Vaughn and Shontelle.. Voila, Voshon.”

“Oh, he’s your brother?” You queried. Amadi hums. “Unfortunately. I mean, I’d always preferred being an only child but we all don’t get what we want most of the time.“

“Oh, I definitely get that.”

“No way, you got brothers too?”

“Yeah, I’m the only girl.”

“Can’t imagine the mess in your house, damn.. Hey!”

Amadi soon joins a pair, one with a much brighter and pinker style and the other satisfied with a mere hoodie for marking a fashion statement. You fiddled with the skirt of your dress, evidently nervous as a million thoughts flooded your mind. You weren’t the friendliest person out there, nor were you the most likable out of all your siblings.

It was never easy for you to make friends. Too many found you overbearing, the rest condescending. Your position was overwhelming enough for any other person your age, and those who knew about you were ambitious to make connections and forge deals.

What if they won’t like me?

What if I mess up?

What if I come off as too condescending?

But Miles took your hand, grabbing your attention from the spur of your overthinking. He took off his mask, easing you with the familiarity. One look at him and home found its way back to you.

“You wanna meet ‘em, ma?” He asks.

With an anxious smile, you nodded.

“Of course.”

And like a whirlwind into the night, you were off.

For the first time, you part yourself entirely from the world you knew and entered Miles’ world.

“Oh, hello!” Bubbly and sweet, Monique greeted you with such warmth that it melted away all your previous worries. “Oh my god— don’t tell me,” She glances over to Amadi for confirmation. “Are you the [Y/n] Miles always talks about!?“

“Nica— please—“

“You ARE!”

She spoke of you as though you’d been a legend told to the latter, like a tooth fairy. “It’s so nice to finally meet you! We’ve been dying to meet you and– wow, you’re gorgeous.”

“Thank you,” Your cheeks were bound to be flushed. “I think you’re very pretty too. I-I really like your hair and your makeup, it’s super well done.”

“Awe, thank you so much!” She placed a hand over your heart, wholeheartedly touched by your compliment. Monique looks at Miles with a pout.

“… Miles, can you fight?”

“Fuck you mean ‘Can you fight?’, I will square you the fuck up r’now.”

His friends were sweet— welcoming without the need of a surname. Monique, with her free and silk-like curls, was a firecracker who liked glitter on her lids and her nails and her clothes. Amadi was ever-so loving of her, despite preferring black and chains for her aesthetic. The two girls were a stark contrast of one another— and unsurprisingly, Monique already had her mermaid costume prepared and was just helping out Amadi pick her Dracula ensemble.

Voshon, although quieter, was one you recognized as similarly withdrawn and reserved like Miles when the both of you first met. Amadi described him to be a total nerd, and quirky— later proven when he and Miles chased each other with fake swords, running across the aisles while exchanging hits.

When Voshon tosses over the sword to you, however, chaos truly ensued.

“GO GET HIM!” The girls cheered as you and Miles managed to create a questionable chase scene of a Priestess holding a Minecraft sword chasing after a Plague Doctor with a scythe. Onlookers couldn’t help but watch on as the both of you squabbled.

Like a livid cat and its cheesy mouse.

“Esto en un mamey. You too fuckin’ slow!” He teased in between a heave. “Can’t catch me for shit!”

Shit went down as you bent over to take off your boots.

“That ain’t changing, nun— aye puta.” Miles narrowly avoids one of the shoes that came flying at his direction. He looks over like a child in awe, head following the direction of wherever it went.

“I never knew you were Latina, mam– MIERDA LOCO, CEBOLLA COÑO!” And a couple other curses exit his tongue as you tackled him to the ground with a loud crash.

You let a hearty, chesty giggle escape your lips. The adrenaline got you cackling like a comical villain, that even Miles couldn’t help but laugh helplessly along with you. Seeing you like that, with your hair all wild and your smile at its wildest, it softened his whole being.

“… You’re so pretty, mami.” He airily sighed with a cough to the side.

“.. Sure.” Was all you could answer.

And of course, after getting an earful from the staff, you and Miles finally ended your tiny sword-fighting sequence. After changing out of the costumes, all five of you prompted to test out the animatronics.

It was about taking turns.

“AYE, MAMAHUEVO.”

And it was also when you realized, Amadi was Dominican.

You learned a lot of Spanish that day, especially from one step of a button to activate an animatronic.

Everyone’s mouths were.. Extraordinarily filthy.

But you liked it— from watching bursting and spinning animatronics screaming bloody murder at you, to going around talking about all kinds of things with his friends.

“God, I’ve always wanted one of those.” Amadi points at the lace parasol one of the mannequins were holding. “It’s so Morticia Addams.”

“Well, maybe you should get it.” You suggest. “It’d look great with your vampire costume.”

Amadi sighed. “I only got money for the costume, can’t buy sum like that. Maybe I’ll just DIY it with my nana’s old umbrella.”

You squinted a tiny bit, eyeing the sign that announced in bold lettering: $16.99.

And for privileged little you, the sixteen was just change for a hundred dollar bill, which made you inadvertently blurt out. “I can pay.”

“Nah, girlie, it’s gon’ take me whole two to three months ‘fore I can afford to pay you back.”

“I mean, it’s fine—“ You realized just how spoiled you were sounding. “I recently got my paycheck so I guess I can buy you something.”

“Where do you work, though?” Monique added, clinging onto your other hand as the left one was occupied by Miles. “Like do you work at a café or a restaurant?”

“Family business,” You vaguely replied. “Boring stuff. But my dad pays me well enough, so I guess I can live with it— so maybe I can pay for that.”

“No, no, no.” Amadi answered, accent thick. “Really, we can pay for it ourselves.”

But you couldn’t ignore it. Not when you could see Miles openly contemplating on buying the costume or not— as he’s been fiddling with the price tag the whole time you two were walking. And you’ve seen the way Voshon’s been eyeing the diamond sword for a while now.

So you made up your mind.

“I’m just gonna go to the bathroom for a moment— can you hold this for me, Miles?” You gently nudged your costume towards him before walking away without another word. As you did so, the group gawked in confusion.

“… Where’s she going? The bathroom’s that way.”

Ring. Ring. Ring.

“Hello, this is Mr. Chávez’s office, how may I help you?”

A simple, roundabout greeting, said over and over for the last few years. Usually followed by a “No, he’s not available at the moment” or a “I’ll take word”, but for the first time, the secretary stammers in embarrassment with her nails clutching onto the phone for dear life. The old man behind the wide, glass doors took note of his poor assistant’s sudden faltering, yet he maintains naturally unfazed.

“Yes, ma’am. I’ll put him on the phone with you right this instant.”

Stumbling in her high heels, the secretary staggers inside the man’s office with the whole telephone in her hand.

“Sir, you’ve got an important call.”

“I’m busy, Nicole.”

“It’s your daughter— Miss [Y/n]?” She uttered your name as though you’d materialize out of thin air after chanting it three times. She was horrified of you.

With a click of his tongue, your father picks up the phone.

“What do you want?” He instantly asks of you.

“Dad, remember how you’ve always claimed that the celebration of halloween is unnecessary?”

Without even uttering an answer, you decisively went on.

“Well, in November, there is a tremendously large spike of sales when it comes to anything horror-related. It’s always been capitalist to clad November as a scary month in order to convince people to buy into scary things—“ He hears something tumble in the background. “— and since late October to early November is usually one of the hotel’s lowest months, I figured my proposal would be a perfect proxy for my apology for the way I acted during dinner.”

You didn’t even know what you were talking about at this point, but you were willing to try.

“.. What are you talking about?” He snaps.

“Well, I—“ You hesitated a bit. “I researched a bit, and I’ve come with an unsure solution.”

“What is it?”

“… Can we buy Spirit Halloween?”

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[emo-trash88]

hiya ! its 🦈 anon

Could I req the male reader x drunk stone but instead its switched? ((oneshot, btw)) stone having to take care of drunk reader 💀

take your time + no pressure! have a good day/noon/evening :)

- 🦈 anon

Yay, I missed youuu! And yes ofc I would love to do that! Also sorry this took so long to post 😭😭

Alcohol Tastes Better Than Tears

Stone x Drunk! Reader

Pronouns: second person, gender neutral

Word count: 575

Tw: Alcohol, vomit

Today sucks. In fact, you've had a terrible day. First you blow the whole robbery on your own, and then you can't even steal an apple to make your friends feel remotely better about how horrible you've done. You've given up on being good at anything at this point.

You look down at your hand, staring at the bottle Stone handed you after the heist. You think he just felt bad and wanted to do something nice? But it honestly made you just feel worse. You feel so terrible that not even alcohol could fix it. Well it wouldn't hurt to try you think to yourself and before you know it you're putting the bottle up to the lips and taking a small sip.

That one sip turned into 2 sips, then 3 sips, then 4. Then that turned into you barely holding an empty bottle and trying to prop yourself up on the wall of whatever building you were next to. Your eyes flutter shut softly, as exhaustion hits you like a fright train with a vendetta.

You wake up to the clatter of a bottle and a male voice going "God...what the hell happened to you?". You force your eyes open and lay your eyes upon...an emo? "Whaa~...?" You say, trying to sit up more properly. All you hear in return is a sigh and a crisp "You're drunk". The man leans down to try to help you up before you push him away. "I dont evin know u" You say, your words slurring very aggressively.

"Oh god...my names Stone, we're...friends." He says, the worst friends looking like it's paining him to say, "I'm taking you back to the others".

That led to him trying to lift you up even slightly, which sounded almost completely impossible because your entire body felt like it was filled with lead. But eventually after you almost falling on your ass several times, he was finally able to force you up and being semi able to walk.

"I feel gross..." You say, leaning against Stone as he leads you through the streets. You hadn't even realized it got this dark. "Please don't vomit on me." He says, and almost on cue, you bed over and vomit. "Bloody hell..." He says, trying to prop you upright and continue to drag you away.

After about an hour of him dragging you after you vomiting (because he has the body strength of a malnourished owl) you both finally reach the alleyway, where he essentially drops you on the ground and you immediately pass out. As he grabs a nearby rag and places it on you, Vinnie leans against a wall. "Stone, is that really a good way to treat your crush?" She says smirking to herself.

He glares at her aggressively before speaking "They're not my crush." he says angrily. He stands upright and looks at her. "I'm just teasing, make sure you don't stay up late lovebirds." she says, the last part barely audible and then walks away.

He sighs and sits down next to your unconscious body, glancing down at you to make sure you're still breathing. Maybe...maybe I should tell them he thinks to himself before looking at the ground and noticing, something on his shoes. "IS THAT FUCKING VOMIT!"

Idk if this is any good, but I hope it is 😭

#ramshackle #stone ramshackle #stone x reader ramshackle #ramshackle x reader #I'm not sure if I portrayed drunkess properly #it's a talent atp #🦈 anon

[tartagliad]

Not Wanting to Eat

Summary: how would the boys do when you don't want to eat (but you're hungry)

Fandom: Genshin Impact

Characters: Zhongli, Kazuha, and Alhaitham

Genre: Fluff

G/N reader!

Warnings: reader is a bit sick in Alhaitham's

(a/n: I have eating problems.. maybe I'm too exhausted or stressed..? idk, I'm hungry, but nothing sounds good. Even my favourite food doesn't feel right.. I'm ordering cookies for breakfast and it's 10.30 am rn.. it's dumb.. but idk what else, ehe- it's already nighttime by the time this is up.. this is an indulgent of mine, hehe-)

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He knows something's off about you

Your eating patterns are.. let's just say scattered

In the morning, you usually have breakfast with him, which was pretty early

For the last few days, you would eat when the sun is almost high in the sky

You also ate lunch at 4 or 5 pm and not eating dinner AT ALL-

It genuinely makes him worry about your health.. you're an ordinary mortal, he's scared if something bad happens to you..

Night time comes, both of you were enjoying your time with each other

Both of you are currently in the living room, you reading your documents whilst laying your head on his lap

Zhongli was reading a book. His other hand gently stroked your hair

"mmh.." you made a noise, he then looked at you, "is there something the matter..?"

He scans you, you shake your head slowly, "I'm just hungry.." you said. His eyes widens a bit, "I'll make you something then-"

Before he could finish, you cut him "thanks.. but I don't want to eat.." you then continue reading

Excuse me?? It left him speechless, did he do something wrong to make you like this?

"Love, I've noticed you haven't been eating properly. Mind telling me?" he spoke softly

You hesitate a bit, "it's dumb.. but nothing really taste good.. just thinking about it.. I don't know.."

Now, it left him confused.. "Even something you like?" he asked and you nodded

He sighed, gently cupping your cheek and facing you towards him. "You have to eat at some point, whether you like it or not.."

It's true.. you've been eating just because you need energy.. even if your body refused to..

"I'll make you something.. don't worry, it's not going to be in a big portion.. just small will do.." he left a little kiss on your forehead, then walk to the kitchen to cook :3

You smiled to yourself, "how sweet.." you mumbled

It makes your heart flutter on how caring he is <3

Zhongli comes back to you after a few minutes to give you a cup of tea, "Here, not to worry.. it's a softer brew, it'll help your stomach a bit.." he smiled softly

You hummed as a thank you, carefully taking a sip at it. It does made your stomach better

Knowing that you were comforted by it makes him feel relieved a bit..

..He hopes that you could finally eat properly again.. it hurts him that his gem didn't want to eat :''

Usually at the Crux, it's always a large feast for everyone to gather around and eat

It's normal for you and Kazuha to feast together and both of you never missed it

But now it's a bit different

You told Beidou that you're a bit busy and probably going to end up in the room for a bit

She then gave you the idea that you could eat while working, so she then told Kazuha to bring you some food

You thanked her and it was going smoothly until.. you told him just bring the food to you later

Not only that, when both of you are at Liyue, you refuse to eat anything and told him that he can eat first

..he doesn't want to, okay?? :(

Kazuha won't eat if you're not going to (but he ended up eating because from your whines..)

Although you grab a drink or a bite-sized cake to consume.. it doesn't feel the same

It feels wrong for him to eat a full portion of food while you were only having a snack

He DESPERATELY needed you to eat with him or at least let him feed you with his cooking :(

One night, he decided to confront you about this, he knocks the door

''y/n.. it's me" he spoke, you responded with a hum and he then walks in, like usual.. you're working

"Darling, can we talk for a bit..?" he sat on the bed beside you

You then put your pen down, looking at him, "what is it, Kazu?" you tilt your head.

"I realized that you didn't want to eat.. are you okay?" he pats your head.

You kept quiet, you looked at him, hoping for an answer from you, "I just.. didn't feel like it.. although to be fair.. I am hungry..'' you explained, "nothing really tasted good.. even my favourite foods.." you continued

It saddens him.. not wanting to eat although you're hungry is far too concerning..

"My poor sunshine.." he gently pull you to his chest, you leaned your head more

He hums softly, twirling your hair gently

"I don't want you to get sick.. especially busy like this.." he holds you, sniffing your hair, "try to eat, okay..? it'll make you feel better.."

You nodded slowly, leaning against the desk for support you then rest on the bed beside him

Pulling out a bar of chocolate and snapping it, he then feeds it to you, you bite into it, "See? it's good, right..?" kisses your cheek

"It's.. sweet.." "I know.." he chuckled, pecking your lips

"Try to get some rest too, don't stress yourself out.." he smiled, you hummed as you continued eating the chocolate that he feed you

Just by you eating chocolate makes him happy a bit.. but it still a long way for it to go away.. :")

He knows damn well that you're a hardworker, but not this much-

You've been busy with the reports from the Akademiya

It takes quite a bit of your energy, but that's just how it is..

Alhaitham wasn't concerned about anything, he's glad that you have some productivity

After a bit, he noticed somethings wrong with you

When he prepared some snacks for you in your office, it often left untouched

Also, did I mentioned that you also got a bit isolated (EVEN FROM HIM)??

When he happened to met your friends, they told him that you also refused to go eat with them, even if they forced you, you only asked for a drink (non alcohol ofc)

It makes him worried for you, your work is also starting to get a bit more stressful every minute

Often times also, you came home and just continued to work.. not paying attention to him

..how odd he thought, the usual you would greet him with a kiss

Alhaitham then followed to the bedroom, to his surprised, you're not even resting.. you continued working..

His heart sinks a bit, just when did you stop resting..?

Approaching you, he was caught off guard by your soft whimpers

"y/n, what's wrong?" he went beside you quickly, rubbing your shoulder gently

"..mmh.. I feel sick.." you curled up a bit, trying to hold the pain

Holding you close to him, he gently soothes you, "want to go to the bathroom?" he rubs circles on your back

You shake your head, leaning more towards him, he then pick you up and move you to the bed

"Have you eaten today?" he asked, holding your hand gently, "I didn't saw you go out from your office.."

You look away, not wanting to face him, this made him more greedy for answers. "Is your work stressing you out? If yes, I can help you reduce it."

It sounds great actually, "..a bit.." you looked at him, smiling a bit, "and no.. I haven't eaten anything.." you looked at his hand that was holding yours

He wasn't surprised actually, and you also know that, "What would you like to eat?" he asked, you fall silent again, thinking deeply before then shaking your head, which made him frown

"Sorry.. it's just that every food that comes to my mind doesn't sound good, it makes my stomach uncomfortable.." you answered, "although yes.. I am hungry.."

Rubbing your hand again, he sighed, "How about I'll make you some soup?" it sounds a bit odd since he doesn't prefer eating it, but for you right now, he'll do it. You nodded

"Be right back." he kissed your hand before leaving the room

Although the smell of food that he was making was good, your stomach didn't agree, it churns a bit.. making you curled up again

It took a bit to calm it down, just in time when Alhaitham comes in

"Here.." he sat beside you, gently feeds you the soup, making sure it's not too hot

It hurts him to see you slightly frowned uncomfortably whilst holding your stomach at some of the bites..

Especially when he felt that you were a bit lighter when he picked you up.. :(

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#genshin impact #genshin fluff #genshin impact headcanons #genshin boys #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact fluff #genshin zhongli #genshin kazuha #alhaitham #zhongli #kaedehara kazuha #fluff #zhongli x reader #kazuha #al haitham fluff #haitham

[v1nsmoke]

𝑷𝑨𝑹𝑻𝒀 𝑲𝑰𝑳𝑳𝑬𝑹 // 𝑺𝑳𝑨𝑺𝑯𝑬𝑹!𝒁𝑶𝑹𝑶 𝑿 𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑹

spooktober week 3 - modern au with slasher zoro!

tw: murder, d3ath, g0re, alcohol, can this be taken as yandere?, fire

summary: attending a house party won't be a bad choice, at least that's what you think until something changes the course of the night, and everything turns into chaos.

a/n: phew, my longest oneshot so far! i mean it took almost a week so i was hoping. i just want to say that im trash at writing endings so idk how that turned out, i feel like i fucked it up. also COP SHANKS CAMEO??!?!??! and firefighter Ace too!! LISTEN TO HOUSE OF BALLOONS WHILE READING, IT FITS THE VIBE!!!

first half until the garage scene supervised by lena!

tags: @stargirldelight cause cop shanks appearance at the end ♡ (sorry that i keep tagging u in shanks stuff)

wc: 5.6k

The cafeteria was bustling with people, just the average, daily experience. You munch on the horrid food they serve, the food you always tried to trade with the people who were smart enough to bring their own. You were lucky to have Sanji in your friend group, he always brought a bit of his own, delicious cooking, which Luffy would often steal.

"Here dear, I brought you some of your favourite!" Sanji exclaims, handing you a small portion of your favourite food with a smile on his face.

"Thanks, you're the best!" You take it and immediately dive in, hoping that you won't feel the taste of the cafeteria's food you finished a minute ago. While talking with Sanji, you could feel someone staring, but every time you looked around to check, there was nobody looking at you.

"Okay guys, last night I was thinking." Nami speaks up, now the whole group's attention focused on her as she stands up on the table. "Robin, you already know, I'm talking about what we discussed over the phone." She smiles.

"Just spit it out." Zoro says, losing his patience with the orange haired girl.

"Since it's our last year here together, I was thinking about hosting a big halloween party! And everyone is invited! And I mean EVERYONE. If you know somebody outside this highschool, feel free to invite them! The party is going to be held on October 31st! That's a week for you to prepare your costumes and get ready for the best night of your lives!" She excitedly says.

The whole group and the people present at the cafeteria cheer for her, everyone in on the idea. You haven't attended a good halloween party in years, and when it comes to parties, you know it's in good hands with Nami.

~○~

You walk trough the girl's locker room's door, the fencing helmet held in your hand since it won't fit in your bag.

"Thanks for waiting." You high five Zoro, standing at the entrance since he changed clothes faster. Maybe because he didn't spend a good twenty minutes with gossiping, or more like overhearing converastions going on about some random girl's personal life.

"So, what did they say?" You ask.

"What?" He looks at you bluntly.

"What do you mean 'what'? Oh. So you didn't ask them about the party." You sigh as realisation hits you.

"I didn't ask them about the party." He repeats, almost sounding proud of himself.

"Nami is counting on us!"

"The whole cafeteria heard her, isn't that enough people? Is her house even that big?"

"Even if it isn't, she'll find a way to get all these people together. She's smart, you gotta give her that."

Just then, a guy trying to leave the fencing hall bumps into you by accident. He rapidly looks up, making you notice his strange shaped nose.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to!" He apologises.

"No, don't worry, it's nothing. I was the one standing in the doorway, it's not your fault." You apologise back, picking up his bag that fell from his hands after the impact. He's about to leave, but you call out for him.

"Hey, uh, I was wondering if you could come to my friend's halloween party. October 31st. You in?" You shout, hoping he still hears you. The guy turns around, and shouts back a "sure" in response. "I'll send you the address, I think I have you on Instagram. Bye!"

The guy puts his thumb up and leaves. You turn back, and you're met with Zoro's eyes piercing trough you.

"What?" You ask, seeing he was clearly bothered by something.

"Nothing. Let's go." He sighs and heads towards his car, landing in the driver's seat.

"If you say so." You shrug and follow, getting in next to Zoro. You open your phone, and type in your address into Google Maps so that you won't have to guide him and his poor navigation skills. Sometimes you wonder how he got his driving license.

He stops at your house. You gather your fencing equipment, and step out of the car.

"Are you coming to Nami's party?" You hold the door open so you can speak with him.

"You sure sound very excited about it. I thought you hated parties, the people, drinks and all." He replies.

"I still do. But Nami and the others will be there, at least I won't feel alone. I want to see how it turns out. You still didn't answer me."

"I guess it's worth a try. She will probably buy the expensive drinks, someone's gotta try those out."

"You're saying that because you are an alcoholic, Zoro."

"I know. Bye." He grabs your door's handle and closes it, starts the engine and drives off.

"Yeah... Bye." You say to yourself.

You plop down on your bed, letting your body sink into the soft mattress. Maybe Zoro was right. Maybe you shouldn't go. Parties? You never attended them, the overwhelming amount of people and the disgusting smell of alcohol that would stay on your shirt keeping you away from these events.

But for God's sake, it will be hosted by Nami this time. She was your best friend ever since you started highschool, and she was also your number one supporter from the moment you two met. And now she was going to organise a huge halloween party with everyone invited, there's just no way you wouldn't attend it! Besides, all your other friends would be there, too! Robin or Sanji would definitely let you stick to their sides, you'd be safe there. You've got a whole week to get ready, both your costume and mentally.

~○~

Nami throws another ingredient in the cart, adding to the weight of it, making it even harder for you to push it forward.

"Did you even look at the price of it? Or are you just throwing in everything you see?" You ask your friend.

"We need all these, and I have the money for it. I just can't wait for tonight! This will be the party of the year, and I bet everyone will be talking about it tomorrow!" She exclaims, throwing another bag of potato chips your way. You catch it and place it on top of the heap of other food already in the cart.

"What will be your costume, Y/N?" Nami looks at you as the two of you join the line at the cash register.

"I couldn't come up with anything, I'll probaly go dressed as myself. Not very original, I know." You say as place the groceries on the conveyor belt one by one.

"Hm, I was looking forward to see you in some costume for once, but whatever." She sounds dissapointed, but at least she respects your decision.

After paying the crazy amount of money Nami decided to spend on snacks, you get into her car, heading straight towards her house. A few days ago you agreed to help her set up the party, but didn't expect it to be such a big thing. Sure, Nami was the host, so it's natural that she would plan something huge.

Her keys dingle in the front door's keyhole, and she opens it. Both your hands full with the bags, only being freed after you manage to drop them on her kitchen counter with a sigh.

"What should I help with?" You inquire, leaning on the white marble kitchen island.

"I was only thinking of helping with the groceries and now that's done, but if you're already here, could you put these into bowls? You know where to find them." She motions at the snacks in the grocery bags.

Of course you knew, Nami invited you over more than a million times, you could swear you knew the whereabout of every small item in her house. You open a cupboard, grabbing a bunch of bowls from it.

"I've got some things to tend to, Usopp should be here in about twenty minutes." She waves before going upstairs to take care of whatever she needed to.

"Ayyy! I didn't expect you here! Only here to set things up, or staying for the party too?" Usopp hugs you upon entering.

"Weird to see me here, huh? I'll stay for the party too, though I will probably stay by somebody's side, likely Robin or Sanji, maybe you, we'll see." You hug him back.

"Only an hour before the others arrive, I'm so excited! It's gonna be fun, I promise, and if ya ever feel lonely, find me!" Usopp pulls away and the two of you share your own handshake that took days to perfect.

~○~

The loud music with the same, repetative beat keeps playing from the speakers installed by Usopp earlier today, maybe an hour ago. You didn't expect everybody from the cafeteria to actually pull up, but it seems like you weren't the only one who thought it would be nice to attend a party just this one time. Everybody was there, event those smart students whose daily routine was entirely made up of studying and the quiet kids nobody knew anything about, and they all seemed to have fun. Except you.

You stood alone in the corner of the living room, awkwardly holding the red plastic cup filled with alcohol that you won't drink anyway. Maybe coming here was a bad idea after all.

"Uh, hey." You hear voice behind you, though it was faint since the music was being blasted. You turn around to see the guy from your fencing classes, the same guy that you invited here because Zoro wouldn't do it.

"Hi." You say, your fingers fiddling with the cup as you force a smile onto your face.

"I see you're alone. Zoro didn't come with you? I was sure he would." He starts.

"Uhhh I haven't seen him yet, but the party only started not so long ago, he said some days ago that he'll show up. He's bad with directions and navigation, maybe he just got lost." You explain.

"Oh, alright, if you say so. My name's Kaku. Nice to meet you, I've been watching you during fencing classes."

Zoro's face expressed disgust. Was it worth coming here? He stands still near the doorway of the living room, silently observing the scene currently unfolding on the other side of the room. When he entered, you were the first thing he saw amidst the crowd, but his happiness quickly dissapeared after a guy approaches you. Zoro could recognise him as Kaku from fencing classes, the guy who would always be paired with Zoro (and inevitably lose to him).

He couldn't hear what your conversation was about, the other guests and the music overpowering his hearing. Oh how he hated Kaku. He annoyed Zoro so much, his voice, gestures, everything. And now this man he hated was talking to you. It was supposed to be him. Maybe if he didn't take twenty-two wrong turns, get stuck in a traffic jam AND park his car in front of the wrong house, it could be him. But that wasn't the case right now, because instead of enjoying your company, he stood still on the other side of the room.

It bothered him how you had to force a smile, he could see it across the crowded room, but Kaku standing next to you couldn't. He just kept talking and talking, not noticing the way you were looking in all directions but at Kaku, who didn't seem to care.

"Heyyy, you wanna join me on the dance floor?" An unknown girl comes up to Zoro, pointing at the middle of the living room.

"No." He coldly turned her down, not even bothering to look at this girl. He couldn't take his eyes off you and Kaku, and knew that if the guy tries to do anything, whether it be a romantic or hurtful action towards you, he's going to be there between the two of you in the blink of an eye.

Just then, he notices as Kaku takes your hand into his, the movement making you seemingly uncomfortable. Seeing this, Zoro takes rapid steps trough the living room, squishing himself trough the crowd, his katanas colliding into each other. As he gets closer, he starts to hear you voice.

"No, uh, thanks, I-" you stutter, politely turning him down, trying to pull yourself back to the corner you were standing in.

"Come on, you're supposed to have fun, right? Zoro's not coming anyway, that asshole doesn't care." Kaku chuckles. Zoro deeply inhales. It took his all not to launch at the guy and gut him right then and there.

"No, sorry. I'm not going anywhere with you." You insist, pulling back your hand in hopes of freeing it from his grasp. Your heart was beating faster, and it was definitely not because Kaku's charms. You've already considered all possible outcomes of this. Lucky for you there was a small cupboard with a vase on it next to you just in case of an emergency.

"No way, I'm a nice guy, you know me! I-"

"She said no."

"Zoro!" You smile upon hearing your friend's deep voice, one that you could recognise anywhere. Kaku seems to lose some of his self confidence after Zoro's voice hits his ears, but he still didn't let go of your hand.

"Hey, buddy!" He gives the green haired man a fake smile. This was off to a bad start. Zoro could swear that if this guy called him 'buddy' again, he'll lose it.

"Let her go." He says back, not even greeting Kaku. Instead, he stared into his soul, and if looks could kill, Kaku would be gone by now.

"Alright, fine!" Kaku gets defensive, letting go of you and raising both his hands up like he was being arrested. It looked like he was waiting for a 'thank you', but you sure weren't going to thank him for the bare minimum. Feeling the tension, the guy tries to lighten the mood before Zoro accidentally stares too strongly at him.

"Zoro, buddy, can I invite you for a drink?" He asks.

Zoro nods, knowing that Kaku had no idea of what he just got himself into.

"I'll be back soon." Zoro smiles your way, which is not a rare phenomenon with you, then leaves wirh Kaku following closely behind him, leaving you alone yet again.

~○~

Zoro pours another drink into the cup, Kaku letting out a sigh of satisfaction as he downs it again. Both of them sat at the kitchen counter, drinking up everything they could find. They both consumed the same amount of alcohol, but one of them was definitely drunker than the other. Zoro was an expert at alcohol drinks, and could still stay sober even after an insane amount of drinks. Unlike Kaku. He was deeply drunk by now, just as Zoro expected it.

"Zoro, hi! You're actually here, cool! Though I would be happier if you left your katanas at home." Nami appears, greeting her friend.

"I always take them with me everywhere."

"Yeah, that's exactly why you are banned from so many places."

"Zoro, pour me and yourself another!" Kaku chuckles, his shaky hands holding the cup towards the green haired. Zoro agrees, but when he tries to grab another drink, he notices that it's all gone.

"Strange. I thought you were prepared, Nami." He says.

"I WAS! But you two idiots drank it all!" She shouts at the two, mad that they didn't leave any for the rest of the guests.

"So no more drinks?" Zoro looks over to Nami, earning a sigh from her.

"There is. Go to the garage, I have a few crates of it stored there. Bring those up, but leave some for the others."

"Why do I have to get them? You're the host, do it yourself." Kaku whines, clearly drunk.

"MAYBE BECAUSE I WASN'T THE ONE WHO DRANK IT ALL. NOW GO." she pushes Kaku out of the room, Zoro walking behind them.

He would be lying if he said this wasn't what he was planning all along. The crates in the garage? He knew about it. And he also knew that nobody will be there, all the guests in the living room or one of the guest rooms. He felt a bit bad for leaving you alone, but there were things that had to be done. And it was for your own good.

"Man, I'm telling ya, I would be long gone with that girl if you didn't interfere. Damn bro, I even had some aphrodisiac with me, I-"

Zoro didn't need to hear the rest. His steps slowed down, mind going in multiple directions. Did he just mean you when saying 'that girl'? Did he really want to give you that shit? Kaku may be drunk, but drunk words are sober thoughts, and Zoro knew that. He hated Kaku, but now he snapped. This guy was going too far, and Zoro didn't like the way this crazy dude talked and thought about you.

He opens the garage's door, holding it open for Kaku to enter, and he does so, skipping his way down the few stairs. Unbeknownst to him, he just walked into a trap, one that Zoro has been planning ever since Kaku started making flirty comments towards you during fencing classes, not noticing how you were internally cringing and creeped out by him, but neither of you ever said a word about this. And tonight really did it for Zoro. He didn't invite Kaku for a drink because he wanted to get closer to him. He did it to get him into this drunken state, and made him drink up every drink until there was none left. He didn't need Nami to ask them to get more, he would've done it anyways.

Kaku looks trough the shelves, searching for even more drinks.

"Zoro, you helping me or nah?" He inquires, still looking at the metal shelf.

"Sure. I think I already found one of the crates." He says, carrying a crate filled with whiskey over to Kaku. He tries to hand it to him, but drops it in the process. The glasses break, the alcohol spilling on the floor and Kaku, who is now soaked from head to toe, given that he was crouching when this happened.

"Sorry." There was no remorse in Zoro's tone, but the guy believed him anyways, the drinks doing their thing.

"It's okay buddy, mistakes happen." He smiles, going back to searching the shelf again in case he missed something.

He doesn't notice as Zoro quietly locks the garage's door, trapping the two alone together. He starts searching in his pocket, until he finally gets his hands on the keys to Nami's car, the keys that he stole from the hanger in the hallway. Zoro opens the car's door, sitting down on the leather seat of it, then inserts the key and the engine comes to life with a buzzing sound.

"Ey man, be careful or you'll hit me!" Kaku shouts, still crouching just a few meters away from the car.

"Don't worry. Stay there, and you'll be safe. I just want to test something." He lies, and steps on the gas pedal. The tires of the car squealed on the concrete floor of the garage, which had just enough space for the green haired to roll the car back a bit.

"Buddy, Zoro, no, no, let me just go back, you can try the car when I'm not here." Kaku stands up, ready to leave in this instant.

"Stay put. I'm here to crush your skull, not the car." And with that, Zoro pushes the car's gear, feet forcefully pressing the gas pedal.

A loud thud echoes in the garage as Zoro crashes into the wall, the breaking of bones and coughs ringing with it. Kaku tries to take deep breaths, but now that he was squished between the wall and the car, it seemed impossible. His head was spinning, eyesight hazy, the only thing he tried to focus his eyes on was the man in the driver's seat, staring at him with an emotionless gaze.

Zoro backs up a bit with the car, Kaku falling to the floor with broken ribs. He coughs, clawing at the floor in hopes of being able to crawl away. Zoro opens the car's door, slowly stepping out. Kaku was almost at the few steps leading to the door, when he looks back over his shoulders at the sound of footsteps, the green haired man approaching him.

"No, please, I-" he crawls a bit faster, but Zoro grabs him by the collar of his shirt, pulling him back with force, then dragging him along the cold concrete floor, back towards the car.

Zoro lifts him up, then places him in the drivers seat while he stands at the car's door.

"You're gonna be in big trouble when I tell the others about this." He manages to whisper between coughs, his own blood filling his mouth.

"They won't." And with that, Zoro steps on the gas pedal, quickly pulling his leg back after doing so. A deafening scream pierces trough the air, the car running into the wall yet again, the metal shelf between the two objects breaking right trough the windshield, the end of it sliding trough Kaku's head.

The car sparks at the impact, the alcohol spilled there by Zoro previously catching fire. Was the crate drop a few minutes ago intentional? Yes. Yes, it was. Now the car was in flames, the already dead Kaku stiff in the drivers seat.

Zoro calmly grabs a crate filled with beer from the other side of the room, and makes his way towards the door like nothing happened. He doesn't look back, letting the car burn with Kaku inside it. The whole garage was made up of concrete walls, which cannot catch or spread fire, meaning that Nami's house won't burn down if he leaves the fire to be.

He leaves the room, striding back to the kitchen. Just as he was about to leave the hallway and enter the living room, Nami comes rushing to him.

"Zoro! What took you so long?! We heard loud noises, I was getting worried that something happened to you!" She scolds him.

"I didn't know you could do that." He coldly replies, earning an eyeroll from the ginger girl, who noticed something.

"Wait, where's the guy who went with you?" She asks.

"Oh, Kaku? He told me to feel free to come back, said he wanted to try something. He should be here soon." He lies straight to Nami's face.

Nami shrugs, about to go back to the middle of the party, when she suddenly stops in her tracks. Her nose picks up an unkonwn scent, or more like smell.

"Zoro, can you smell it too?" She asks worriedly, turning back to the swordsman. "Smoke." Realisation dawns on her, eyes going wide. She rushes out the room, a curious Usopp and you behind her. "You're coming too!" She shouts back, clearly meaning Zoro. So, he follows them.

The grey smoke filled the hallway as they got closer to the garage, Nami already suspecting what happened. Usopp bursts trough the garage's door, letting out a few coughs along with Nami and you. The room was filled with smoke, the orange haired girl's car still in flames, it was only a matter of time before it gets worse and the car explodes.

"SOMEBODY HELP! WE NEED WATER! CALL THE POLICE AND FIREFIGHTERS!" Usopp screams. Nami and you nod, running back to warn the others and call for help.

Now Zoro was left alone with Usopp, who was panicking, taking fast and deep breaths to calm himself down.

"You, Zoro? D-don't you feel l-like doing something about this?" He shakily asks, eyes on the green haired man.

"I already did." He answers. Usopp slightly scrunches his eyebrows, not quite understanding what he meant.

"What are y-you trying to say? You're creeping me out a bit, you know." He takes a tiny step back, Zoro looking at him with a colder, more menacing stare than usual.

Usopp swallows hard, feeling uneasy after Zoro doesn't give him an answer.

"Zoro, you... you didn't, right?" He nervously chuckles, but Zoro still doesn't move or say anything. Usopp realises that he's in grave danger here, and it's time for him to run. But just as he turns around, ready to sprint back to the living room, he hears as Zoro unsheats one of his katanas. Usopp grabs a vase, throwing it right towards Zoro, who simply cuts trough it.

"This can't be real, this can't be real, this can't be real!" Usopp murmurs to himself, shutting his eyes for a few seconds. But when he opens them again, Zoro's gone. Or at least that's what he thought, standing up, letting out a deep sigh at the fact that he won't die.

"Sorry. No witnesses." He hears the deep voice from behind, the blade making contact with his upper body. Usopp looks down, and is met with the sight of Zoro's katana going trough right his heart. He sees as Zoro pulls out the blade from his flesh, a hole left in its place. He coughs, blood spilling from his mouth before landing on the flooring beneath him with a thud.

Zoro's hands were now stained with his friend's blood, the crimson liquid staining Nami's floor and his katana's shiny blade. He had to get rid of the body quickly, before you, Nami and all the others return with the cops. So, he grabs Usopp's dead body by the legs, dragging him to the burning car in the garage a few steps away.

You panic, dialing 911 as fast as possible while Nami ushered everybody out the house before something else catches on fire too, or the flames reach the wrong spot of the car and it explodes. But Usopp was down there, trying to put it out with the buckets from the storage room. Or at least that's what you thought was happening.

"911, what's your emergency?" A female voice chimes in from the other side of the line, one that you could recognise.

"Uta, hi! Nami's car got caught on fire in her garage, and she said somebody was there too, it can explode any minute, Usopp is trying to put it out but I'm worried for him, I-" you dump all the information on her, but she calmly cuts you off.

"Alright. I'll ask my dad to go, he'll bring some of his colleagues too, so him and some firefighters will be there in a few minutes."

"Thank you. Bye." You shake, worried for Usopp and Zoro at the garage. Uta puts down the phone, and you do the same as you rush back to the garage to get the two out of the house.

You cough as you get closer, Usopp and Zoro nowhere to be seen.

"ZORO! USOPP! COME ON, WE NEED TO GET OUT!" You shout, hoping they will hear you. You slow in your track when you notice the splatters of blood on the floor and wall a few meters away from the entrance of the garage. Did something happen to them? You think for a second. Maybe the fire wasn't caused by accident. Maybe somebody set it on fire intentionally, killing the person Nami said was there. And now he maybe got one of your friends too.

"USOPP! ZOR-" you call out their names, when suddenly the green haired man appears in the garage's doorway.

"Oh god, you're alright! Look, we need to get out of here, the police, firefighters and ambulance are already on their way, there's nothing we can do about the fire now. And I might sound stupid right now, but there might be even a killer, and-"

"There is. Now come with me and get out of here." He cuts you off and grabs your hand, heading to where you just came from.

"But Usopp-" you try to stop yourself, but Zoro keeps dragging you behind him.

"He'll be fine." He replies, not even looking at you.

"You know what he's like, we can't just leave him here!" You argue back, slightly raising your voice.

"There's no time for him, we need to leave, now."

"No!" You tear your hand away from his. "He will panic that he's alone, or worse, he can die too! Don't you think about that?!"

"I do, but I don't care. I don't care if that fool dies, but if I don't get you out of here and you die because of me, I'll never forgive myself." He lifts you, throwing you over his shoulder, firm hands keeping you in place. You squirm, trying to get out of his touch, but it seems impossible.

He bursts trough the door, then places you down at the front yard. The other guests were either gone the moment they heard there was a fire, or watched in horror as the smoke flowed out the house. Just as you step on the sidewalk in front of the house, the sound of cop cars hit your ears, that same deafening sound as all the other times. Firefighters and ambulance arrive at the scene too, jumping out of the vehicles in an instant. You rush towards one firefighter, the black haired, freckled guy you were friends with.

"Ace! Ace, one of my friends is still inside, please, try to find him and get him out." You beg, tears forming in the corner of your eyes.

"That's my job, sweetheart. Don't worry!" He reassuringly winks, running toward's Nami's house.

You knew Ace since childhood, you both went to the same school and your moms were good friends, so you got to hang out with him a lot. He loved going on adventures, and was a good company. He always dreamt of being a firefighter, and it was like a dream come true for him when he got the job. You knew that he will be great at this job, and you trusted him. When he told you not to worry, you believed him, there was something about your friend saying this that calmed you down a bit.

"Hey, you alright?" Another familiar voice sounds from behind you, his hands placed on your shoulders. You turn around and see the red haired man with scars over one of his eyes, worry displaying in his eyes. You couldn't hold your tears anymore, this was it. You wrap your arms around him, face buried into his chest, sobs escaping your lips.

"It's okay, it's okay. You'll be fine." He hugs back, bringing a sense of comfort to you. Shanks was the usual friendly cop, the one who would always be there when an old lady called the police because her cat got stuck on a tree, the man who would knock into your home just because he was bored and wanted company. You knew him, his little secrets, and he knew yours.

~○~

The rest of the night you sat in Shanks' cop car, a blanket over you after a doctor checked up on you and it was all okay. You were devastated. Ace and the doctors did everything they could to save Usopp, who was found dead in the garage, stabbed. The other victim was Kaku, who died under mysterious circumstances. There was definitely a killer, but nobody knew who it was. Though you did have your suspect. And you could only wish you were wrong.

The last time you and Nami saw Kaku was when he was with Zoro, but Nami said that the two went to fetch drinks and Kaku stayed behind, so maybe that wasn't Zoro's fault. But it was also him who stayed with Usopp, he was last seen with him. And the fact that Zoro carries his katanas everywhere, including this party, and Usopp getting killed by a blade just fit together. Why would he kill Usopp? You had no idea.

Everyone got questioned one by one, and sadly all clues lead to Zoro according to Benn, who was Shanks' colleague. You didn't know him like you knew Shanks, but you would meet him often. He was smart, and knew what he was doing. And that's why you were so worried. Because he is likely right this time too, and that means Zoro, your best friend is a murderer.

You see as Shanks approaches his car where you were sitting, a serious look on his face.

"Is something wrong?" You quietly ask, worried that something happened, something wrong.

"I'm sorry. I really am." He says as he sits down in the back next to you, looking in a direction. You follow where his eyes are focused, and see what you didn't want to. Zoro in handcuffs, escorted to a police car. A tear escapes you, it hurts to think that your friend is a killer. You didn't know his motives, why he did what he did, but he probably had a good reason.

~○~

Life went smoothly. The image of that night was still vivid in your mind, but you forgot about it so often that it was almost like it's gone. You would still sometimes dream about it, but other than that, you were fine. Shanks was worried that you will be targeted after this, so he offered to take care of you and live with him if you want. You have been living alone ever since you were 15, and you knew Shanks well, so, you moved in with him. He has been acting as your father figure ever since, and you totally don't mind it.

You would sometimes still wonder: why did you do it, Zoro?

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Cooking your hates / Aquarium adventure

Jouno Saigiku x Reader / Tecchou Suehiro x Reader

Fluff

Drabble, headcanons? Idk how to name it

Just some short thing in subpoints

Jouno

•Jouno, our beloved mean gremlin

((ﾐ´ω`ﾐ)), i kinda love the headcanons about him being good in kitchen [while me, the best i can do is tea and scrambled eggs- mastechef is not title for me]

•But what if you have things you don't like? For example mushrooms, raisins, broccoli [kind of 'wink' towards me, heh]

•Will Jouno makes things without them or.....try his best to hides them in dish to hear your displeased noise when you find out? I think, you know the answer, dear reader ~

•Leaving Jouno for five seconds alone is the worst you can do. His disability won't stop him to sneak, "the worst things on the world" a'ka foods you don't like, into the soon dinner.

•A grin, this one, annoying one, that always appears when he did something. 'A proud cat, who just broke your favorite cup, because he found it not suitable on the table'; type of smile.

•You look at the dish before you, with suspicious sight, guard on. You really like his cooking, really, just this smile; it's very disturbing.

•-"It's gonna be cold, eat up"- Jouno said simple, continues to enjoy his own portion, listening with huge anticipation, to your heartbeat. Ah, teasing you is his favorite hobby after long and tiresome work week.

•Finally, you try his creation with surprise for you. It wasn't bad, entirely opposite, it was delicious.

-"Taste good?"

-"A lot, you never ending to surprise me, Sai."

You said with great appreciation towards the white hair man. This moment, however didn't last long.

•Oh, your heartbeat changed, giving signal to Jouno that his small "gift" got discovered.

-"Something wrong, dear?~"- He asked, like he had no idea, what makes your face frowning in small disgust.

-"You add something."

-"I added a of lot things, this is what cooking is, after all."

-"Sai, you know what i mean"

-"Oh, do i?~"

•Jouno playing dumb and you swallowing the piece of food like it was "poison".

Then you begins to complain, filling his ears with the pleasure he was expecting.

•-"You acting like some kid, who don't want to eat their veggies."- Jouno huffed nonchalantly and the grin on his face get only bigger.

•Maybe cooking with him gonna be better option to avoid eating the "humanity poison". While Jouno gets annoyed by your "guarding". It is nice to have your help, but having you to observe what his hands do without a blink, was getting on his nerve.

•Payback Jouno ((ﾐ´ω`ﾐ)) But in the end of the day, nothing can be avoid completely and maybe a compromise would be better.

Tecchou

•We all know, that this man can watch ants for eight, straight hours, right? Mostly for their teamwork and etc.

•But what if, take him to Aquarium? It sounds like a very nice date idea, pretty common too.

•All the colorful fishes, gracefully drifting behind the glass wall, a blue light filling every edge, very calming and beautiful view....until standing in one place for too long.

•Tecchou was like a frozen statue, observing all the fishes and other creatures behavior, like some kind of oceanologist.

•You were happy that he seemed to like this place, but you also wouldn't mind if he move a little....even slightly. We love you but please ಥ⌣ಥ

•Idea pop off in your mind and decided to test it. You walk away from Tecchou, to see what will happened but also to see other parts of Aquarium.

•Gone for hour or two, only to come back to your human like rock, who didn't even badge a step. At this point, you don't know if better laugh or cry. Also some other visitors was getting confused when passing by Tecchou.

•-"It's mannequin? Some kind part of the exhibition?"- whispers flows into your ears.

For gym or clothing shop, Tecchou would be a perfect mannequin; you joke in thoughts.

•-"Hiro, are you there?"- You said when approaching this "statue" and waving hand before his eyes. A small shocked expression sneak on his face when Tecchou finally turn his head towards you.

-"Yes? Something wrong? Tired?"

-"I feel like i should be the one asking this."

A chuckle left your lips, while Tecchou looked at you slightly lost.

•Two of you chat a little, asking him what he discovered from all the observation he made. Tecchou apologized when you tell him you were walking around, alone for one or two hours.

•Everything begins to be sweet and nice again when, suddenly a big fish eats the smaller one.

•Tecchou and you had a little open mouths in shock, dazed at what you just guys witness. It's not that was scary or something that would never happen, the natural food chain and etc., but fishes eating each other wasn't in yours to-do date list....

•-"Hiro....what do you say, for change the scenery? I think i saw a booth with ice cream somewhere."

-"It's sounds great to me, love."

Let the fishes enjoy their "dinner" without you and distract themselves with something cold.

•Except that one moment, date end up great. Tecchou shared with his thoughts about how great would the ice creams taste with shichimi or wasabi....well.

•But memory of his focused, amber eyes on the glass wall, brings you smile and a faint rosy color on the cheeks.

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[donutsupremacy]

Pocky Game

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Summary

"Hey, [Choice of Character]! Wanna try this new treat with me?"

Warnings

Pocky Game and the rules are likely inaccurate lol

Male characters only

Included are HALF of the male characters (A-K)

Organized from name and region

Mostly all fluffy

I didn't specify the flavour, so just pick ur favourite pocky flavour

Steamy ones marked with (⚠️)

Some cussing

1000% Ooc

Written during Version 3.5

Part 2 will be made eventually

A/N: YES I KNOW POCKY DOESN'T EXIST IN GENSHIN— yet.

For the sake of this imagine, just pretend that the regional chefs made it

Charachers specifically included are (Not in order);

Albedo / Al Haitham / Ayato / Baizhu / Bennett / Capitano / Childe / Chongyun / Cyno / Dainsleif / Diluc / Dottore / Gorou / Itto / Kaeya / Kaveh

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Mondstat

"When Sara created it, she also made a new based on it. She said that it would be best to play it with a partner, so... would you like to play a game with me?"

Albedo

➷ Both of you are in Dragonspine and it was c o l d.

➷ You explained Albedo the rules as best as you could, ignoring the freezing wind nipping at your skin.

➷ Albedo didn't mind games, he played with Klee all the time. And when you said; 'The loser is delcared when they break the stick, or gets kissed by the opponent' Hah, giving you a small reward doesn't sound so bad~

➷ So, you placed the stick in between your teeth, pointing at the other hand excitedly for your boyfriend who wasted no time and joined you

➷ You were struggling, specifically because of the weather. No matter how close you were to the torch, you could be standing on it and still freeze to death. And since you were shivering a lot, that made the treat move around, the fragile stick nearly breaking.

➷ Still, you were determined to NOT lose. So you sucked it up and slowly chipped your way to his lips, not realizing you were close to kissing him.

➷ Noticing how cold you are (and how you're about to win), he pulled you into his arms while taking a large chunk of the stick, a sly smirk evident on his face when you began to panic over the close proximity between you and him.

➷ You lost when you absentmindedly took a much bigger bite than just chipping a tiny bit, your nose grazing against his. And at that touch, you instinctively broke the stick by biting down on it and turning away to hide your blushing face.

➷But Albedo's not gonna have that so he just pulled you in and simply kissed you on the lips, affectionately holding your warm cheek.

➷ "It seems we have a winner. But I am unable to taste the treat flavouring's... would you mind if I steal another taste from your lips?"

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Bennett

➷ Dawwww idk if you being excited was cuter or him accepting immediately is more cute.

➷He wouldn't really try to win, his bad luck can just automatically make him lose anyway. But since you'd probably get upset if he didn't try, it wouldn't hurt to look like he's trying to win.

➷ So there you guys sat under the large tree of Windrise, a stick in your mouths and chipping away at the treat, slowly inching your way to his mouth.

➷ But then you'd chicken out. About 6 rounds in.

➷ Bennett thinks it might be his bad luck doing this, because you kept breaking the stick instead of kissing him (which he at least wanted since he wouldn't win anyway), and this was the last pockey stick you had.

➷ Well, good things come to those who don't wait around. Too bad that doesn't work for him.

➷ So right before you could even break the stick, it was his turn. What he did was this; Take a huge bite foward and headbutt you instead of actually connecting lips with you.

➷ You fell backwards, into the water as you were both playing close to Windrise's river. Bennett obviously panics and attempts to rescue you despite the river's being shallow. You got slapped in the face by 5 fish tails but you were eventually 'rescued'.

➷ This was pretty normal honestly, but you weren't mad... The reason your face is red was because you failed to kiss him again because he headbutted you.

➷ "I-I'm sorry about my luck, [Name]. We shouldn't have played so closely to the river of all places, that's my fault for being so careless... Huh? Why did I hit you? It wasn't on purpose!... U-Uhm... Ahaha, I guess you could say my plan kind of backfired?"

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Diluc

➷ Obviously, he'd think this game is pretty childish. I mean... it's just kissing with extra steps.

➷ He was writing a letter in his mansion when the maids suddenly arrived with you in tow, excitedly asking him to play a game with you. He'd turn you down first, stating he's busy (it's just a letter Diluc smh). You still managed to convince him, saying 1 round only takes less than 30 seconds if both players aren't a bunch of cowards.

➷ He also cursed himself for choosing such a cute S/O.

➷ So, he decides to play just 1 round. He stands up and leans over the table while you happily planted the stick between your mouths.

➷ He's quite fond of spending time with you, it's hard to make time for you when he's pretty busy, working nearly 24/7. So, just an excuse to be with you juuuust a little longer, he took smaller bites.

➷ Normally, he's not a coward, obviously. But when your lips inched towards him ever so slowly, that bravery and confidence of his diminished into nothing. His face flared up, eyes looking everywhere but you, his small bites turning into lil' nibbles.

➷ You noticed, of course. The corner of your lips tugging into a smirk at how shy he looked, you wanna milk this situation a little more hehe~ You decided to nibble instead of biting now, he was much aware of you, and very much embarrassed.

➷ This one game was torturously slow, to know that your lips were so close, yet, so far away. He just wanted to bang his head on the table, he's kissed you several times, why does this game meant to kiss you be so... embarrassing?

➷ Eventually though, curiosity got the better of you, you bite the stick and moved foward, head tilted a little. And now, your noses were touching, lips barely close enough to graze eachother.

➷ At that point, he realized he was just craving for your lips. But in the heat of the moment, he breaks the stick off, much to your disappointment.

➷ He stutters as he tells you the game is over, you wanted one more game but Diluc just says maybe later. So, you sighed and prepared to leave. Noticing how sad you were, he decides; "Fuck it" and stood up from his chair, the chair legs scraping against dhe floor loud enough to make you flinch.

➷ To fulfill his desire, he held your cheeks and planted a rushed but passionate kiss on your lips, you nearly withdrew from the suddenness— but then you melted into it.

➷ "...A-Ahem, there. You may leave now, I still have matters to attend to... What's with that expression? I only promised one game. If you want more, you can return here at night."

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Kaeya ⚠️

➷ Lol as if he'd turn a game like that down, especially when he sees how excited you are

➷ Half competitive, half teasing. He'd try to fluster you and win, with an additional bonus of getting you shy and riled up.

➷ Damn he's good.

➷ And right when you're about to finish the whole box of Pocky, you had enough if his endless flirts and dirty jokes regarding your mouth on a stick. So what did you do?

➷ Instead of breaking away like usual, you decided to grow some balls and grab his shirt, pulling him foward to lock lips with yours. Victory was now yours, and your prize?

➷ A very long and steamy make out session between the two of you in his office. The puzzled guards outside could only hear shuffling, as he quickly pins you against the wall, a thin string of saliva connecting the tip of your tongue to his.

➷ All that riling up was worth it. Now, you're caged between his arms and the wall against your back, you've fallen to his unplanned trap. But you didn't mind spending a few extra... hours in here. Curtains closed and doors locked, of course.

➷ "What's wrong? Can't handle a simple little kiss? My, my, you've grown rather rusty in this, haven't you... Is it because I haven't been around lately? Aww, sorry love, i've just been doing a lot of unnecessary paperwork. Here, let me make it up to you; First, i'll remove that pesky clothing of yours, yeah?"

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Liyue

"I know Xiangling's cooking can be... odd, but I promise; this one actually tastes amazing!... And, she even included a little game to it!"

Baizhu

➷ Dammit, Qiqi, leave the love birds alone!

➷ You both let the child stay, the pharmacy was pretty empty at the moment since it was getting late. Perfect time to persuade him into a game of Pocky.

➷ He'd never let his beloved S/O down, so, as you'd expected; he agreed. But even for a little game he'd stall out time a bit more, asking you for a bit of help before finally playing a round with you. He likes making things... unforgettable. In a romantic way.

➷ So, picture this; You and Baizhu sitting on the steps of Bubu Pharmacy, the dark blue sky with a sea of shining stars, the gorgeous sight of Liyue Harbor nearby illuminated with golden lights.

➷ Qiqi sitting on your lap or beside you, drinking coconut milk and watching people stroll around Liyue Harbor while Changsheng rested peacefully around your lover's neck.

➷ You took a moment to just absorb the tranquil atmosphere, you forgot just how beautiful Liyue can be at night.

➷ As soon as you faced Baizhu, he already had the stick in between his lips, waiting for you with that charming smile of his. No tricks or jokes were played, just the two of you slowly inching towards eachother.

➷ Despite it being your turn, the two of you leaned foward together, sharing a loving kiss.

➷ "I thank you for stopping by... Seeing you truly makes my day, it makes any mortal's life worth living. I know our love will last just as long as immortality could."

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Childe ⚠️ (I wrote this before deciding to put the Fatui, so just pretend like Childe is still in Liyue or smth lol)

➷ He thought those were chopsticks and when you took a bite he immediately tried to do the heimlich manoeuvre lol

➷ You explained to him that these were a new treat as well as the game's rules before you offered him one. He absolutely loved it and asked for another one— to which, you placed one in between your mouth and said "Come and get it" tauntingly.

➷ You challenged him, he's not gonna back down. His confused expression turned to a determined one, he was gonna win one way or another. You, on the other hand, got your competitive spirits turned up because of him.

➷ Unexpectedly, neither of you flinched at the touch of your lips, only declaring the other as the winner and quickly asking for one more round. None of you are gonna be the winner until the last bite. When it came to the last stick, both of you were just nibbling away an inch, until an imaginary light bulb went off above your head.

➷ You made your eyes half-lidded, placing a hand on his chest. Obviously, he jolted at your touch, but quickly gathered his composure. But when you slowly slid your hand down, you felt every bite he took grow harsher and harsher. Until he realized what you were doing.

➷ This is a way better prize than just a little kiss.

➷ You were both in his office, with you sitting on his lap, and that just allowed him to do absolutely anything to you. So he quickly broke the stick to turn you around, ignoring the fact that you won, and quickly pinning you from behind with your chest pressed against the table.

➷ Bent over and helpless, you realized what you had gotten yourself into. The harbinger's velvety laughter was heard right next to your ear, his gloved hands groping at your sides.

➷ His hand slowly glided down your sides, moving over to rub your thighs. A shiver ran down your spine as he plays with your clothing, staring down at you like a predator playing with it's prey. When a moan drew out from your lips after grazing a finger across a particularly sensitive area, that only fueled his hunger for you, and the desire to hear more.

➷ "You think just because you got the last bite means you're the winner?... Very well then, how about I give you your grand prize? Or should I say... my grand prize?"

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Chongyun

➷ I hope you placed that pocky in a fridge before finding him cuz he likes it c o l d

➷ Chongyun surprisingly feels a little hesitant, afraid that the game itself could get him to pass out from getting flustered. How did you both start dating without him passing out from excitement every time he sees you??

➷ However, you had already requested Xiangling to make a mist flower flavour for him, even if it could taste bad for you. But you made it specifically for him! How could he decline your offer?

➷ Despite your protests saying that his safety and comfort is far more important, he continued insisting for one round. Sure, he's afraid, but he wants you to be happy. And if getting a kiss from you makes you happy then hell fucking yeah.

➷ It took about half the box before he could finally stop getting dizzy at the close proximity of your lips, he still shakes like a leaf, but at least he's not passing out anymore.

➷ So to at least make him a little more comfortable, you decided to just nibble the smallest inch you could for every round.

➷ He was thankful for your patience towards him, he thought he might've made you frustrated for not controlling his excessive yang energy.

➷ And it was worth it once he finally reached the end, eyes sealed shut as the two of you shared a very short, but nonetheless cute kiss together.

➷ Right before he passes out with you having to drag him back home, you took care of him after that, frantically apologising for making him faint.

➷ "A-Ah, there's no need to make a fuss about it, [Name]... I genuinely had a fun time, even if I felt a little stressed. N-Not that I disliked being so close to you!... I always feel better when you're around."

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Inazuma

"Anna asked if I could taste test it, but then she told me it would be more fun if I had a partner to try it out with... Why don't we have a bite or two together?"

Ayato

➷ At first he declined, cuz it's not boba

➷ Eventually, he agreed, informing Thoma that he would take a small break with 'The lord's beloved'. Now, you two are alone in the room with the blonde pyro wielder standing guard outside, ensuring you two are left undisturbed. What a wingman.

➷ He chatted with you first, it's not a rush after all, he enjoys sitting across from you and hearing you babble on about your day before coming to visit the elder Kamisato sibling. Sure, he's busy, but will always make time just for you.

➷ After making sure you're comfortable, he moves next to you and briefly examines the treat, amused when you picked [Flavor].

➷ He placed a hand on top of yours, enveloping your hand in his warmth. You placed the Pocky treat between your lips and leaned foward for him, allowing him to plant his mouth on the opposite end.

➷ You were shy at first, yes, but calmed down when he slipped his hand underneath your, holding your fingers in a careful manner. His thumb brushing against your fingers, soothing you.

➷ It was over before you know it, you weren't even sure who was the winner as you both leaned foward at the end together, sharing a deliciously sweet kiss.

➷ "Such a rich and sweet flavor... Or perhaps, your lips must've contributed to the taste? Ahaha~ Don't be so flustered, you truly are the sweetest being in the world."

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Gorou

➷ He got worried thinking Yae Miko tricked you into this idea mwheheheheheh

➷ You needed to reassure him that Yae Miko had nothing to do with this. Unless you want to then you're l y i n g to him, but you're not in public so it won't give her any satisfaction since she can't see him suffer anyways.

➷ He took a taste test before hand, making sure it wasn't actually poisoned or anything. That fox has him very paranoid.

➷ One little nibble and he ate the whole stick, tail wagging left and right excitedly, his teal eyes sparkling happily. He looked so cute, you cooed at him, petting his fluffy golden hair affectionately while wiping away any cumbs on his smiling lips.

➷ Just to play and tease him a lil' bit, you lifted one pocky stick up and waved it in front of him. His eyes shined, ears twitching and tail swaying, asking you for it.

➷ You giggled and planted one end in his mouth before you took the other end. If the treat wasn't satisfying enough for Gorou, then receiving a lovely kiss from you just enhanced it drastically.

➷ After a couple more, the two of you cuddled, his cheek nuzzling yours.

➷ "Thank you for the treat, [Name]! It tastes absolutely amazing! Are you... perhaps— going to buy some more in the future? If you are, could we share it together? It'll greatly improve our morale and relationship!"

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Itto

➷ You decided to feed Ushi some first and that made Itto jealous

➷ Itto was more than happy to accept your offer, stammering over his words enthusiastically while you just watched him happily babble about winning the competition. Which eventually turned to him boast about a recent beetle fight that he totally won.

➷ You didn't have the heart to interrupt him, he looked so cute and you just let him ramble on before he realized he got off track.

➷ After an apology, you offered him one stick, letting him taste test. Of course, he absolutely loved it! So he asks for more, to which you proposed a game to.

➷ The winner has to buy more for the other! And that sure as hell motivated him enough to win. But you're just gonna let him win anyways, you don't want him to use Kuki's mora.

➷ Ya'll ever have those moments where you're both a little shy and super excited at the same time? Yeah, that's how he feels rn. He's a little shy at how close you were, but he's really excited to play a game with you.

➷ Of course, you let him win every round, with the first few rounds ending in him giving you a skittish kiss. Which soon turned into him giving you a biiiig smooch on the lips. 100% worth it!

➷ "Hah! I win! What did I tell ya', Babe? The One and Oni Itto never loses! But, hey, don't worry about it, let's call this is a draw, yeah?... Buuuut you also did promise the winner would get us some more... What? Yeah, I did say it's a draw... I know a draw means there's no winners or losers, but if there's none, then what are we; losers and winners at the same time? Win...sers??? Hey, th—"

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Sumeru

"Lambad was asking if I could collect any feedback on this treat, he even made up a whole game about it... do you wanna kill two birds with one stone and play the game while tasting it?"

Alhaitham

➷ Kaveh was asked to leave, enough said.

➷ For you, he'd gladly put his book down and go through with whatever nonsense you wanted to do with him. You're not annoying, thankfully, so he'd let some of your shenanigans slide. Seeing as this is just a quick harmless little game, he'll humour you.

➷ Once you grew flustered and broke of the stick, he became addicted to that reaction if yours and asked for another round.

➷ Ignore Kaveh's tantrum outside as you struggle to not break the stick whenever his lips were getting closed to yours, the way you hid your face whenever you did break it amuses him more.

➷ Eventually though, once the box was done, you didn't win a single round as you would just break the stick last minute. You've kissed him a dozen times, so why was kissing him this time so difficult?

➷ He then gave you his opinion on the treat, saying the taste could add some certain spice and got back to his book. But you stayed there for a couple of seconds, looking at the small empty box with an upset expression.

➷ It didn't take long for him to figure out why you're so sad... and he knew how to cheer you up, with the one thing that always made you smile the brightest.

➷ When you got up, he wrapped one arm around your waist and pulled you onto his lap, the other arm still holding the book with his eyes glued to the pages.

➷ He closed the book again and leaned in, eyes closed as he locks lips with yours. Your hands pressed up against his chest, feeling his muscular body keeping you warm.

➷ "There, you wanted that the whole time, didn't you? There's no need to be so shy, we've kissed multiple times before. We don't need a whole game revolved around the concept of our kisses or our relationship's intimacy... Though, I wouldn't mind playing it again sometime."

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Cyno

➷ Is this your way of asking him to... stick together? Mwehehehehhwhehwhehejsbheuqbduqbfibwk

➷ Cyno does not get flustered easily. But you couldn't resist seeing that faint red tint on his tanned cheeks, it's a rare sight and you know this the perfect opportunity to see him blush again.

➷ Cyno's a smart boi tho, he already knew your little scheme because you kept insisting to play the game instead of just tasting the treat alone. You're also not very convincing.

➷ Meh, why not. He shrugs his shoulders and pointed at his lips, allowing you to slip the treat into his mouth as you bit the other end.

➷ The tables have turned when you realized he was just staring at you plainly, unfazed by how close you were to him. When your noses were touching, all of a sudden— you're starting to regret this idea.

➷ You were the one who broke the stick, covering the lower part of your bright red face as you stammered out how bad of an idea this was and that you should leave now that you received his feedback. You begged him to not tell a single soul about this.

➷ Now he's the one pouting when you didn't reciprocate the kiss. He blocked your way, his tangerine coloured eyes staring at you in expectancy.

➷ It felt like a whole decade went by, just the two of you silently staring at eachother, and the sound of your heartbeat thumping loudly in your ears.

➷ He was kind of worried if he scares you enough to the point you actually turned into a statue. But when he placed a hand on your flushed cheek to ask if you're okay, your brain short-circuited and you quickly pecked his lips before fleeing.

➷ He stood there for a good minute, blinking slowly, before turning his head to your direction where you were gone. You were fast, he'll give you that.

➷ "[Name]?... Huh, maybe I should corner them a little more often. That blush on their face... no wonder they were incredibly persistent to play this game. Still, it seems like they didn't want to... stick around. Heheh. Heh. Heh."

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Kaveh (⚠️)

➷ Criticising the box design was the first thing he did lol

➷ But other than that, he'd gladly accept the offer. Unlike most of the gambling he did, he wouldn't be able to lose this one either way. Unless you're the one chickening out last minute and breaking the stick. Of course, you wouldn't do that, riiiight?

➷ So the two of you played a couple games, most of which he happened to lose willingly because he wanted to smooch you on the lips. Can you blame him? You're so intoxicating, you could make him escspe all his problems with a single kiss!

➷ And then Alhaitham comes in hueheuhejqbajqbdo

➷ He didn't seem fazed about this at all, just went in to pick up a file left on the table. But he did criticise about the two of you being too ballsy, saying that anyone could come in and witness 'a traumatic event'.

➷ Kaveh actually threw a book towards the male, who caught it expertly. Before he yelled at the scribe to leave, to which he happily did after jabbing a teasing statement towards you two.

➷ He groaned, rubbing his temples in annoyance. You cooed at him softly, petting his silky blonde hair and giving him reassurance.

➷ Seeing as he was still tensed, you decided to pepper his face with lil' kisses. He giggled, before pulling closer, arms wrapped around your waist as he also began littering kisses all over your face

➷ Soon, those sweet little kisses turned into a very long and passionate make out on his bed, with you straddling his hips and his hands gripping your waist.

➷ When the two of you pulled away, you could feel the tent in his tight pants throbbing against your thigh, the arousing heat in your abdoment was just as unbearable.

➷ The box of Pocky long forgotten and left on his table, nothing but eachother left in your minds that were clouded with lust.

➷ "Ah... You know, maybe you could stay here for a little while longer, I have been craving for... something with you~ Bah, who cares about that annoying scribe? Let him know you and I are having an intimate time together... something I know he'll never have for the rest of his life, hah!"

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Capitano (These parts are rather short due to lack of confirmation regarding certain information)

➷ Does his helmet thingy have a mouth for him to eat???

➷ Both of you are in his office, and since it's just the two of you, he'll lift it up and allow you see his face. Everytime he does this, you quickly sneak a peck on his lips, he enjoys it. A lot.

➷ He'll have you sit on his lap (or on a spare chair) as he does his work, but he'll multitask and play the game with you while he's at it.

➷ The two of you already locked the door, so no one's gonna ruin this lovely little moment between The Captain his Beloved.

➷ He's quite busy, so he'll pretend to win while in reality; he's more interested in getting kisses from you than the treat.

➷ "No need to fret, my expedition won't be starting any time soon. At the moment, all there is left to do is simply filing out certain recruits to their designated nations... It bores me, but with you, my dear... Not even my loyalty for the Tsarita can overpower my love for you."

Dainsleif

➷ This is gonna be set AFTER the journey with the Abyss Twin, but I won't mention which twin it is so feel free to use your imagination! (I'm not too into the lore so forgive me if I get if inaccurately)

➷ Betrayal is a painful feeling to endure. Dainsleif learned that first hand after an intense battle with you now former blonde companion. But in the end, trying to convince the now leader of the Abyss Order was futile.

➷ You helped Dainsleif retreat from the fight, after bidding your old companion a tearful goodbye. The two of you decided to take a rest at Mondstat, to recharge and plot your new journey to stop the Abyss Order.

➷ While resting at Cat's Tails, you stopped by Good Hunter to restock on some food supplies and was offered a little trade off. Sponsor her new treat and receive said supplies. Even telling you about a cute little game about it.

➷ You started off with Dainsleif, of course. You've been dating for a bit but haven't smooched yet. So, this is the perfect opportunity!

➷ He agreed after taking a quick taste test, while everyone was busy playing cards, you two were petting kitties to regain your energy and playing the pocky game.

➷ He sees no point for the game's existence, but to see you smile or get flustered after sharing a kiss with him, he thinks this might be his favorite game now~

➷ "Ah... They've got fur all over my cape too... Hey, stop laughing, you've got fur all over your clothing as well. You've distracted me with the game, of course I wouldn't notice the cats rubbing against me... Though, I think it was pretty worth it."

Dottore ⚠️

➷ Ehe

➷ You're half Dottore's assistant and half Dottore's Test Subject, but he performs less excruciating tests on you. He finds that you're an interesting specimen, emotionally, mentally and physically. Metaphorically too

➷ You barged into his office one day and sat in his lap, he's used to it so he didn't flinch at all, only continuing with his ongoing experiment.

➷ While he's off mixing concoctions, you're explaining a treat you made that's based off his favorite flavour and your's, it was the least you could do since you're bored and you've missed your blue haired freaky doctor boyfriend.

➷ Amused, he agrees to a game, but wants to test out... a small hypothesis. He thought of it as you're wriggling around the small tent formed in his tight pants.

➷ So, he pulls you in with the stick between your lips and his, he made sure to press you firmly downwards and onto his erection. In return, you playfully grinded against him, elicting a velvety chuckle from him.

➷ One thing led to another, and you forgot who won, it's just you underneath him and him towering over you with his coat taken off.

➷ Lips locked together, your fingers running through his soft curly blue hair. Bless the poor souls outside as he rubs himself against you, you teased back by letting out a loud shameless moan that only made him crave to be inside of you once more.

➷ "It seems like my hypothesis is correct, to my conclusion; it seems as though my little test subject as grown... restless, at the lack of intimacy i've given. Let's see how you'll fare against me in this part of the 'procedure'."

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A/N: I'll be going on a smol hiatus, the beginning of my exams are coming up and I want to make sure I don't suffer getting last place in class— again. Either way, i'll chip in a few paragraphs if I have some spare time

Oh, and if you're wondering; Yes, I'll be including pulcinella, specially for oh-so my good friend who I won't name but call Sticker <3

[Part 2]

#genshin #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin oneshots #genshin impact hcs #genshin imagines #pocky game #genshin albedo #genshin alhaitham #genshin ayato #genshin baizhu #genshin bennett #genshin childe #genshin capitano #genshin chongyun #genshin cyno #genshin dottore #genshin diluc #genshin dainsleif #genshin gorou #genshin itto #genshin kaeya #genshin kaveh

[hallo2838]

Hotel experience pt. 2

Notes: first thank you for the likes it motivates me to keep writing although my writing sucks and this is not proofread either please give me some feedback if you want thankyou <3.

second part of the story, there may be another part but idk yet i also love to write shorter horny prompts if you want to send me an anon or chat with me im more than open for that

Warnings: spanking, mentioned of free use, name-calling, degradation, strap on

The sight of a dirty whore with her ass up and her wet juices all on her pussy and thighs made siyeon moan. While groping her ass siyeon said with her deep voice “Fuck you are soaking wet and i didn’t even touch you properly yet. If you taste as good as your pussy looks like i have a fun long night.” The fan was horny and needed some touch so she begged siyeon to just do something. Normally after a concert she and jiu would order a late night snack at the hotel and then fuck each other senseless but tonight siyeon had a different snack, just only for herself.

She didn’t hesitate and dived her tongue in the girls pussy. “Babe you taste so sweet, i think i can do this all night long’. First she gave a couple of long licks with a flat tongue. But then she began to do the real work, sucking on the girls’ clit while still messaging the girls ass. She ate the fan’s pussy like it was her last meal. Siyeon is confident in her sex actions and defintely knows her tongue is her strength.

One time on weekly idol she mentioned that she could move her tongue really fast too. Hoping that heejin and kei would be into that and would want to get a taste of it after the episode. That plan worked and she had her tongue inside one of their pussies already 10 minutes later after the filming of weekly idol was finished, they are just some dirty sluts behind their cute image.

The pussy tasted so good that siyeon also began to moan. The vibrations of her moans sended the fan to a whole new level of horniness. With one spank again siyeon moved her hand to the wet fuckhole and pushed immediately two fingers in it. The sound of the wet gushing pussy and the moans of her slut was so naughty and siyeon loved every second of it. ‘You’re such a whore for me, look at you with your ass up and legs spread for me, youre only good for a hard pounding’ she immediately slapped her ass cheeks again. “Let me leave my handprint on your ass i know you love it” so siyeon began to spank the girl while also keeping two fingers in her pussy to feel the pussy tighten up everytime she spanked her ass.

After a few minutes of spanking the red handprint was clearly visible so siyeon decided to take a couple of pictures and sended it to their groupchat so all the girls knew what a patchethic slut she had taken this night. She always filmed their fucktoys it was fun to look at in the plane or right before the show too, unless she and her members had a quickie before the show

Even though she loves to finger the girl she was ready to give her the pounding of her life. Siyeon stroked the cock a bit and slapped it a few times against the wet pussy. She placed the tip of her cock against the opening of the fuckhole and said “I hope you’re wet enough to take my whole cock inside your fuckhole, actually i don’t care youre just going to take it if youre like it or not’. And with that she slammed her whole length inside the tight hole. She began with deep and hard strokes given the slut no time to adjust to the cock. After a few hard thrust she began to fuck the slut faster. The headboard of the bed begin to bang against the wall. Knowing that jiu was still awake to eat er late night snack but now hearing the bed and the moans through the hall made siyeon more hornier. She began to quicken her thrust. “You like it when daddy pounds you pussy right? From all the moaning i bet you love it fucking slut that you are” and with each thrust she slapped the girls ass cheeks more and more.

Eventually siyeon noticed she had to give more power to her thrust probably because her slut was close to cumming. “Don’t you dare to cum fucking slut i know you want to cum like the fucking cumwhore you are but youre only allowed if i say too. Otherwise i will punish you so hard that you can’t walk for a whole week”. She ended her threat with a harsh slap on the slut’s ass again. The girl was really close to cumming but siyeon wasn’t ready to end her night like this. So she pounded a little harder again knowing her cumwhore would get to her orgasm. She pounded the girl so hard it looked she wanted to make her cum, but she didn’t say anything just only dirty moans came from her. Eventually the girl spasmed and cummed but without permission. Siyeon noticed, she didn’t stop her pounding but continued for a few thrust to overstimulate the girl. Then she abruptly stopped taking her dick out of the warm hole and giving the ass a hard spank. “You fucking dirty slut, you cummed without my permission. I asked you one thing but youre not even able to listen youre a dumb fuckhole. I bet you enjoyed this pounding but i doubt that about your punishment’

#dreamcatcher x reader smut #siyeon x fem reader #siyeon x reader #siyeon smut #dreamcatcher smut headcanons #dreamcatcher smut #kpop smut #dreamcatcher scenarios #gg smut #smut #girl group smut #dreamcatcher imagines

[drunkjaked]

BIRTHDAY BOY ft lee heeseung

pairing: bf!hee x fem!reader

smut (mdni) + 2824 words

WARNINGS: alcohol consumption, tipsy hee and tipsy reader, sort of dom!hee i can’t really tell, mutual masturbation, slight overstim, reader is a good girl !!!, random mark lee (idk why this is a warning i adore him), ig also random kim chaewon and huh yunjin, i think that’s it ..

thank u so much to heeseung for being born today and giving me an excuse to write this fic thank you so so so much you are so selfless and do so much for me thank you happy birthday i love you #21 i hope you take a shot today you deserve it !!!

Heeseung watches you apply the last of your mascara in the mirror, sitting on the edge of Yunjin’s bed with his bottom lip pulled between his teeth – and now, finally happy enough with how your makeup (and outfit) came out, you take a step back to admire your reflection before turning to face the birthday boy. 

“Is it too late to cancel?” 

“You were totally pumped about the party, like, an hour ago.” You frown, linking your arms around his neck. 

His hand sits near the top of your thigh, toying with the hem of your dress. “That was before you put this on.” 

“I can take it off if you want.”

Heeseung’s eyes leave your tits with some reluctance, raising to meet your gaze. “Really?” He gasps, his voice thick with excitement. 

You copy his tone when you say, no. 

His lips quirk up into a small smile as he pulls you down onto his lap, a hand holding your neck as he leans in to kiss you. You taste the bitter remnants of a vodka shot on his tongue when it moves against yours, humming into his mouth when he tightens his hold on your neck. His other hand leaves your waist, finding the strap of your dress and tugging at it a little, pulling away just enough to say, please, against your lips. 

“Later, baby.” You tell him, leaning back a little to look at him, unable to hold in the little laugh that forces its way out at the way he’s frowning. “Have you always been so impatient?”

With his hand in yours, Heeseung lets you pull him down the stairs to the living room where Jay, Jake, and Sunghoon all stand by the speaker bickering with one another over which playlist to put on, and Yunjin lays on the couch napping resting her eyes before the party starts. 

Insisting that there’s better lighting in the hall, a now awake, Yunjin leads the way and can’t fight a smile at the sight of you and Heeseung together – not missing the chance to remind the two of you that you should be thankful to her. “If it wasn’t for me, I mean, you probably would have found each other anyway because you were both friends with Jay but I.. I di-” 

Heeseung cuts her off. “Just take the pictures.” A little smirk forms on his face as he places his hand over the curve of your ass, grabbing at it and angling your back a little more towards the camera for everyone to see.

“At least one good one, Hee, come on.” You groan, trying to move his hand. “We don’t have any nice pictures together.” 

“We have plenty of nice pictures together, we just took some last night.” 

A wave of heat rushes over you as you hide your face in his chest, the sounds of your friends chuckling at what he said from the living room only mortifying you further. His arm wraps around your shoulders as he presses a sweet kiss to the top of your head. “I’m sorry, baby.” He mumbles, fighting for his life trying to hold back his own laughter at your reaction. 

When you manage to recover, Heeseung lifts his hand to a respectful height on your waist, beaming at the camera like you’d asked him to, and he doesn’t even fuss when you and Yunjin pass the phone back and forth so you can have a look at the photos, scrolling through the ones already taken and deciding that the two of you should stand a tiny bit closer. 

Your boyfriend is gracious enough to grant you more than just one nice photo, and you can’t help but feel a little bit sick with love when you notice that in most of them, he’s smiling down at you. But of course, Heeseung being Heeseung, there’s no escaping the pictures he asks Yunjin to take with his hand on your ass. And your tits – though if you’d known this would be the last time he’d so much as look in your direction all night, you might’ve begged for more photos. 

Three rounds of rock, paper, scissors, and an almost inconsolable Jake later, Sunghoon’s phone plays On That Time throughout the house, and Kim Chaewon is pouring Grey Goose into your mouth straight from the bottle while Mark Lee films it with a blinding flash and a series of ayyys – you’re thankful when she decides it’s time for you to tap out, and you grin into the camera before the video ends. 

From across the room, you watch as Heeseung plays beer pong with a crowd of people - you recognise from around campus - cheering every time he sinks the ball. 

And you feel your eye twitch when the girl who sits behind you in your stats class whines about how she’s so bad, looking up at him and batting her lashes as she asks him to teach her. You let out a breath you didn’t even realise you were holding when he shakes his head. And you clench your jaw when he winks at her, just making out the way he says, I’ll go easy on you. 

Noticing your irritation, Mark drags you away from the scene of the crime, elbowing through the crowd in the living room to an empty corner. “You okay?” 

You shrug in response, not wanting to unload on a relatively new friend.

“He’s the man of the hour, it’ll die down soon and you guys can .. whatever, don’t worry about it.” He tells you, offering you his cup to take a sip from. 

Much to your disappointment, he was wrong, and the two of you danced around (perhaps a little closer than you should have been) for what felt like ten years (but was probably only an hour) before you excuse yourself to look for Yunjin. 

Desperate to catch your boyfriend’s attention, you ask her and Chaewon to help you find something else to wear. And even though it takes longer than expected, the two girls sit on the bed with their jaws on the floor at the sight of you in a purple set that she was yet to wear. 

“I don’t think you’ll be wearing that for very long when he sees you.” 

Unfortunately, being wrong seems to be the trend amongst your friends as Heeseung only looks at you for a split second before resuming the conversation he’s having on the couch with.. the girl from earlier. He doesn’t even acknowledge you when you sit in his lap, only wrapping his arm around your waist as he continues to talk about his major.

You shift a little in your seat, leaving a kiss on his neck before sucking the spot – an action that finally makes him talk to you. “Not now, YN.” He says, moving his neck away from you. This is enough to force you to blink away tears and you’re just thankful that Yunjin’s bedroom is empty when you go back up there. 

In an effort to make yourself feel better, as you sit on her bed with your knees to your chest, you tell yourself that you’re only crying because you’ve had a little to drink and not because your boyfriend hates you. Or is acting like he hates you. 

You don’t look up when you hear the door open and you thank whatever higher power will listen that whoever it was decided not to stay, quickly closing it again. Though the alone time doesn’t last as the door opens once again. 

“Baby?” Your boyfriend’s voice is soft when he speaks but you’re far too embarrassed to respond. “Hey, what’s the matter?” The door clicks shut behind him and you feel the bed dip next to you when he sits down, his arm wrapping around your shoulders. Heeseung doesn’t say anything for a while, humming a song that you like and using his thumb to rub circles on your arm. “Do you wanna talk about it or do you just wanna sit for a bit?” He eventually asks. 

When you look up at him his brows are furrowed and he watches you with wide eyes. “You left me alone all night.” You mumble. 

“You looked like you were in good hands with Mark earlier, I didn’t wanna interrupt.” Heeseung clears his throat a little before shifting in his seat, hating himself a little for the way his cock hardens at the sight of his crying girlfriend. “Come to think of it, the two of you looked pretty cosy in the living room.”

“I’m surprised you noticed.” 

Heeseung sighs, scratching at the back of his neck. “I’m here now, you’ve got me as long as you want me.” 

“I got changed and everything, Yunjin lended me this stupid outfit,” Which admittedly is very cute. “And you wouldn’t even look at me.” 

“Well, I had to punish you somehow.” 

“Punish me?”

He nods, fingers toying with the strap on your dress. “You used to be such a good girl for me, what happened?” 

“I still am.” 

“Would a good girl grind on another guy at the birthday party she threw for her boyfriend?”

“I didn’t grind on him.” 

He squints at you, and you’re certain he knows you didn’t. Because you didn’t. But the look on his face tells you otherwise, and you’re not sure what more you can say. “You were ignoring me.” You offer uselessly.

“You wanted attention so bad you used another guy to make me jealous,” he pauses. “On my birthday?” 

“I’m sorry.” You try, voice coming out in a pathetic murmur as you wipe a tear from your cheek with the back of your hand. 

Heeseung tuts, pulling you onto his lap. “Not gonna cut it, princess.” His hand slips under your skirt, resting at the top of your thigh. “When did you take your panties off?”

“When I got changed.”

“Hmm.” He nods. “For Mark?” 

“For you.” You refrain from rolling your eyes at him, desperate to stay in his good books. “You know that.” 

He smiles as he echoes you. “I know that.” A grin splitting across his lips at the way you practically gasp when his fingers ghost over your pussy, dragging your wetness towards your clit. And despite how good it feels, you shake your head. 

“Wanna make you feel good.”

“Yeah?” 

You grab his wrist, pulling his hand away from your legs and bring it to your face instead, nodding as you pull his thumb between your lips.

He helps you undo his fly and can’t help but chuckle at the way you grin when you move his underwear and his cock slaps his stomach. Eyes locked on your hand as you wrap your fingers around it, thick and hard, his slit oozing precum already – your thumb touching him as if drawn by a magnet, spreading it around his tip before stroking him gently

“Spit on it.” He mumbles, groaning a little when you do, watching as it slips down his skin, over his veins and pooling at his base. It’s slick in your hand as you make sure to cover the whole thing, wrapping your hand around it once again, grip tighter than before as you jerk him off near his head just the way he likes, more than pleased with yourself at the loud moan he lets out.

He can’t draw his eyes away from the sight, from the way the sheer size of his shaft makes your hand look so small around him. The knot forming in his stomach causes his nose to scrunch up and his pretty lips move to utter a curse. “Such a good girl.” His voice comes out in a whisper and his eyes snap to look up at you, your hole clenching around nothing under his gaze.

If Heeseung could manage to stay still, the eye contact might’ve intimidated you a little – but his hips keep bucking up into your fist as he loses composure, a sight that leaves your cunt leaking. A sight that leaves you so wet that when he reaches between your thighs his ring finger slips in with no resistance, a shuddered breath falling from your lips as your grip on him falters slightly. 

It stings a little when he adds his middle finger, his thick digits stretching you out as he curls them towards your belly button. His eyes are lidded as he looks down at the sight before him and it’s a little hard to concentrate on anything other than the way his Adam’s apple bobs in his throat. 

“Did I tell you to stop?” 

You mumble an apology around his thumb as you continue your movements, a whine falling from your lips at the feeling of him grazing your walls, a moan coming out when he presses on your clit with his thumb. He takes his thumb from your mouth and puts his hand on your waist to keep you steady as you squirm in his lap, your eyes screwing shut when the tip of his finger brushes against your g-spot. 

The look on your face is mesmerising and he feels his tummy flutter as he watches you, the way your jaw falls slack and your hand comes up to grab at his shoulder and–fuck, he’s so lucky to have you like this. To have you at all.

He can tell you’re close from the way your hand loosens on his cock and your strokes lose their rhythm, sporadic now, almost as if you have to remind yourself to do it. That and the way that the only word you can get to leave your mouth is his name – which he’d never complain about. If anything the whole thing only brings him closer too, his thighs tensing under you and his stomach contracting beneath his shirt. 

The knot in your stomach is unbearably tight as you claw at his back, your hips stuttering while you ride his fingers, and your mind too hazy to process the fact that you’re cumming until Heeseung brings his coated fingers to your mouth, biting on his lip as you suck them clean. 

“Beautiful.” He mumbles, sucking a breath through his teeth when you start stroking him again, obviously a little tired now given how slowly you move your hand, chest rising dramatically as you huff to catch your breath. 

“Sorry about the mess.” You whisper when you look down, a part of his black pants now sticky and wet with your arousal. 

There’s a pretty smile on his face when you look back at him, shrugging a little as he says, you know I like it. And he smiles even wider at the way you cover your face, embarrassed. “You’re so cute, baby.” He chuckles, stopping short when you swipe his tip with your thumb again. 

His hand is so much bigger than yours when he covers it, helping you finish him off, writhing under you as you wrap your other hand around his base, covering the whole thing. With a couple more tugs at his shaft and a cry of your name, his head falls forward and his cock twitches in your hold when he cums, white and hot between your spread legs.

Your body jerks a little at the feeli—Shit, you gasp as some of it spills into your clenching hole, and he can’t tear his eyes away from it, so pretty, so messy, all because of him. A shiver creeps up your spine when he pulls you closer, the head of his cock grazing your cunt, spreading the mess all over you. 

Heeseung can’t help the soft sigh that slips past his lips as he pushes into you, still so tight he can barely get his tip inside, but you’re so hot, so wet. And with no time to recover from your orgasm you collapse into him, your head falling into the crook of his neck. “Too much.” You whimper into his skin. 

He presses a soft kiss to the top of your head, his arms coming around you to hold your body in place. “Be a good girl and take it.” He mumbles, moaning as he fills you all the way to the hilt, grinning at the way you shiver and grind down on him.

His hips rock against yours as slow as he can manage, he’s never taken you like this, never used his cock to fuck his cum into you, and he feels like a fool now that he knows how good it feels. 

“Hee, please, too much.” You cry out, halting your movements and nestling your face in his neck. 

And he almost feels glad when he hears you say it, feeling overwhelmed himself. “I know, baby,” he speaks into your hair, leaving a kiss. “I know. Let’s just stay like this for a bit, hmm?”

Letting out a yawn, you nod your head. “Happy birthday, baby.”

©drunkjaked (2022) ALL RIGHTS RESERVED,

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one time for the birthday bitch love u my darling hee !

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[rafayelpochii]

Unholy | Rindou Haitani x Reader

tw: gunplay,nsfw! mdni! you had been warned!

A/N: Hiii guys it's been a long time lol just got back on this account since I've been focusing on my acads last year and just like I promised, I ain't taking this book down:> sooo here's another update!! Another school year started and it's totally my first day in college! Idk why I feel excited but anyways, this one's gonna be short because I'm literally writing this in the middle of class haha (don't get the wrong idea here, I'm still listening!) and my freakin' instructor's looking at my way and I've got to end this a bit quick:> anyways, I hope this'll be enought for the meantime! Lovelots! see ya next update!

Oh! And also, I checked my dm's and a lot of you were asking if I'm doing fine, and yes I am— so far, college life isn't stressing the hell outta me yet lol haha anyways, I still accept requests so please feel free to dm me or leave them in the comments and I'll see what I can do!thankyou

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It was sinful, lewd, mostly— 𝙪𝙣𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙮. The way you hear the squelching sound coming from your own cunt, it was all from the three. You struggled to keep your mouth shut– trying not to make any incoherent sounds, just like what your boyfriend wanted you to do. "𝘈-𝘢𝘩–" you manage to hold your squeals back by putting the back of your hand to your mouth, biting your tongue from the sudden speed of the gun's tip's friction inside you.

Rindou plastered a cocky smirk on his lips, seeing you all worked up from his impudent and risky acts. It wasn't his fault— it was yours in the first place. If only you hadn't picked up a bullshit on him- telling him yourself that you fucked with another guy– he should've not been rough to you. Who knew your little mischievousness would end you up getting gun-played on the backseat. "𝘍𝘶𝘤𝘬. 𝘓𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘤𝘶𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘨𝘶𝘯 𝘴𝘰 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭— 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘯, 𝘩𝘮?" he cooed along with his infamous cocky tone, pumping the tip of his black gun inside your wet cunt– producing squelching sounds around.

You choked out of air– coughing slightly as you tapped his hands from the overwhelming feeling it causes. You had to admit– it was good, 𝑤𝑎𝑦 too good. The amount of pleasure the gun's friction gave was so intense it can almost took your breath. "𝘈-𝘢𝘩 𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘶— 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘵-𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘐'𝘮 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵-" there you exploded, he retracted the firearm out from your womanhood— leaving you all bare, empty and needy infront of him. Legs spreading wide, hips bucking for friction, and skirt's up to your hip– exposing your sex infront of him. You breath heavily along with your mumbles as you gushed your own release on the seat.

"𝘕𝘰𝘸 𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘐 𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘶𝘮 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘨𝘶𝘯, 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘦?. 𝘕𝘰?– 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘣𝘢𝘥" Rindou clicked his tongue, shaking his head slightly. "𝘖𝘩 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭, 𝘖𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘶𝘱 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘦." he said– leveling the tip of his gun to your mouth, small trail of drool dripping down from the side of your lips.

A muffled moan escaped from your throat from his harsh push of the weapon in to your mouth which you then put your tongue into action– swirling around the tip of it, tasting your own release as your teeth slightly grazed the side of the gun. "𝘛𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘮?— 𝘺'𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧𝘪𝘴𝘩, 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵?. 𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶" he followed a small cocky chuckle before pulling the object out of your mouth with a popping sound, leaving you in a panting mess.

"𝘔'𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘦– 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘣𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯, 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦." you said in a low yet clear voice. Rindou scoffed as an answer, one brow lifting up, grabbing both of your legs before putting it on both of his muscled shoulders. You whimpered out of sensitivity from the sudden action.

"𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘣𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘦.." he answered before levelling his face near to your sex, causing his hot breath graze on your sensitive bud. You whimpered once again, making him smirk unnoticed. "..𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘺'𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸." he presses a slight kiss on your clit, resulting you to jolt slightly. Rindou sighed, looking at your wet cunt once again as he lick his lips. "𝘞𝘦𝘭𝘭— 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘻𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬?. 𝘋𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘤𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴?"

Your silence was the great answer for his question. He smirked before digging in to your womanhood— eating you out like the eager one he is. Your eyes suddenly shut as you bit your lip, moaning and grabbing the back of his mullet hair— pulling him close to you as you locked your legs together, feeling the ecstasy approaching once again.

The way both of you grunts and moans mix around the vehicle, to the way the car rock back and forth from the rest of the night— it was all so sinful, yet pleasurable— 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑜ℎ 𝑠𝑜 𝑢𝑛ℎ𝑜𝑙𝑦.

✄𝙀 𝙉 𝘿

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[maochira]

since from what i heard döner is a pretty big deal in germany...

... can i request how the german boys (+ noa if you want) like their kebab? thank you <3

(@echariii3)

I love döner sm it's so good I used to eat it very often. It's been a while since I last had one cause I became more picky with what I eat and finding a store that sells döner how i like it is hard😭

Kaiser: prefers dönerteller (the meat and fries on a plate, depending on where you get it but sometimes it comes with vegetables), he eats it with fork and knife. He always gets lettuce with it. Also, cocktail sauce because he hates garlic and herb sauce (which is what you usually get eith döner in Germany. In some parts of the country cocktail sauce is also common)

Ness: average dönerbox liebhaber (basically just fries and the meat in a to-go box), he likes garlic sauce with it

Noa: he ate döner once and held it wrong. Half of the stuff inside fell out. He never ate it again (although he did like the taste)

Bachman: döner with everything except onions

Mensah: döner with everything + cheese + extra tomatoes

Theo: prefers yufka/dürüm (idk how to explain, google if you don't know it), always gets extra garlic sauce and extra meat. Also he always gives Kaiser a sideeye for liking cocktail sauce with his döner

Ndiaye: also prefers yufka/dürüm, but he only eats it with meat and sauce. Occasionally he adds lettuce

Grim: prefers dönerteller, he eats it with ketchup (cause of the fries), he hates garlic sauce because of the smell and cocktail sauce with döner meat sounds illegal to him

Birkenstock: eats döner like once a year, but he's very specific with his order. He doesn't like when the balance between bread, meat, veggies and sauce is off. You can often see him pulling out some pieces and giving them to Gesner

Ali: one of his favourite foods. He could eat döner every day. He's not specific with his order but he's specific with the döner stores he goes to. He knows where you get the best ones in every city

Gesner: döner pizza. Pizza with döner meat. And he doesn't even eat it like a regular pizza. He folds it in half and puts fries in there

Igor: prefers dönerbox with extra meat and no sauce

#blue lock #bllk #bastard münchen #bastard muenchen #michael kaiser #alexis ness #noel noa #erik gesner #theo sachs #igor schneider #benedict grim #ok im not tagging all bm members