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tojirights · 4 months

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bro i’m going absolutely INSANE over alastor 😻😻

so, how about when lucifer comes by the hotel, he subtly flirts w alastors girl. alastor is on the verge of going apeshit and almost leaves charlie fatherless.

instead of murdering anyone, he decides to take his frustrations out on his darling, leaving bite marks and hickies on spots just visible enough for lucifer to notice next time he comes by..

a/n: im OBSESSED 😍😍

alastor immediately recognized lucifer as competition on multiple fronts. obviously, the king of hell was a threat in terms of power level, and alastor hated that. but alastor also quickly hated how charming the devil was.

upon meeting you, lucifer takes your hand and bows, placing a kiss on your hand as well. alastor's eye twitches, watching someone else put their dirty little hands and mouth on what is his. "my, what a pleasure. you're helping charlie? that's lovely! means i'll get to be seeing you around more, huh? she didn't mention such a pretty little thing was her hotel manager." lucifer speaks to you, a cool smirk on his face. he's clearly interested in you, and while alastor can't blame the man, he's seething with rage. clearing his throat, alastor takes a step towards you and reaches a hand out to lucifer in an attempt to shift his attention.

"alastor." he speaks, barely containing the anger in his voice. "it truly is an honor to be meeting you, sir." you raise a brow at the tense interaction going on in front of you but pay it no mind. lucifer gives alastor a tight lipped smile and shakes his hand. "ah, you as well. charlie has talked about you." you notice the way alastor glares at lucifer, yet keeps a smile on his face the entire time. lucifer turns back to you, putting a gloved hand on the small of your back. "now how's about a tour, hm?" he leans into your ear to whisper, causing goosebumps to rise on your skin.

behind you, alastor's horns grow and eyes redden, ready to risk it all in a fight with the devil and take out this whole god damned hotel if it meant lucifer never touched you again. "o-oh um, that's typically done by-" you start, but suddenly, charlie is running down the stairs with a panicked look on her face.

"heeyy dad! let's go this way, towards your room! it's late, you should rest." her smile is clearly fake, and you see her eyes dart from you to alastor and back to you. luckily, alastor reeled in his rage when the princess showed up and was back to his normal self on the surface. you can feel the energy coming from your partner, malicious intent painted all over his aura and you gulp. "al, c'mon... charlie's right."

alastor doesn't speak, but he follows you to your room for the night. the door is barely shut before alastor is lifting your legs and tossing you onto the bed. "care to explain why the fuck that little slimy king of hell was all over you?" he doesn't give you another moment to process before he's tugging your shirt over your head. "it's just harmless, al. you know i don't want anyone but you." you assure him, but alastor's teeth find your neck.

"i may trust you, darling, but i do not trust lucifer." his voice has a low growl to it that ignites your core. "but-" you gasp when alastor's mouth closes on the skin behind your ear, nipping it with sharp teeth. "no, because he and everyone in this place will know who you belong to." you shudder underneath of him, slight tinges of pain shooting down your spine at every nip and pull of your skin. alastor moves down your neck, leaving a trail of angry red and purple spots in his wake.

his tongue circles every bruise in an attempt to soothe your inflamed skin, but the marks just darken by the second. you hands dive into his hair, holding onto the silky strands. you feel alastor's body shudder as you circle the tufts of hair by his ears, making him press his hips to yours. "everyone in hell, my dear, is going to know that you're mine. not a single soul will ever try to touch you again." his breathing hitches, grinding his quickly hardening cock against your leg. you whimper when his teeth latch onto your collarbone, sucking hard and adding another welt to your skin.

"i want him to hear you." he hisses as he tugs your pants down over your ankles. its hasty, the way alastor frees his cock and pushes into your pussy, but you were more than ready for the intrusion. you cry out, suddenly being so, so full and alastor groans. "yes darling, just like that." your legs wrap around his waist, forcing every thrust just a little further until he's pounding at your cervix.

"d-don't stop sir." you gasp, eyes rolling into the back of your head while alastor's mouth latches onto the other side of your neck this time. "who do you being to?" he asks, hot breath fanning your skin. "y-you, alastor!" you whine, flexing your hips up to his in an attempt to build friction. "please, make me cum. only you feel so good." alastor peppers you in soft kisses now, ever grateful that you're willing to entertain the idea of letting lucifer know just who makes you feel like this.

alastor sneaks a hand between your bodies to rub skillful circles around your clit until your legs start shaking. "good, good girl. scream for me." he smirks when your tone shifts and he can tell by how tight you squeeze around his cock. "a-alastor fuck!" your body spasms, waves of pleasure rolling over you as you cum. alastor's orgasm follows shortly after, his teeth finding your skin once more as he spills deep inside of your pussy.

you have a brief moment of embarrassment when you think about just how loud you just were, your hand flying up to your mouth. alastor just laughs, placing a kiss on your forehead. "don't panic, my sweet. i think this little display will prove quite effective in keeping lucifers grubby little hands off of you." alastor pulls out slowly and carries you to a nice warm shower before tucking you in for the night.

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"jesus christ, did you get into a fuckin' fight with a bear?" angel laughs when you walk into the kitchen the next morning. you were covered in hickeys all the way down your neck, and you were barely walking straight. lucifer refuses to make eye contact with you, especially after alastor walks into the room shortly after. "good morning everyone!" alastor chirps, smirking at lucifer who rolls his eyes and sips his coffee.

"well, there's the bear..." husk mutters, earning a cackle from angel.

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neteyamssyulang · 2 months

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★ The Chase ★

★ 800 Follower Special ★

★ Pairing: So’lek x Fem human reader x Eetu x Neteyam aged up ★

★ Summary: With the 3 males in rut, you were unfortunately caught in the middle of it.

★ Warnings: Dom Neteyam, Dom So’lek, Dom Eetu, Sub reader, Jealous males fighting over you, P in V, Mentions of knotting, Slight dub-con?.

★ Word count: 1,361 ★

★ Tramslation(s): Tawtute -> Human, Paskalin -> Honey, Kalweyaveng -> Son of a bitch, Makrr txanfwìngtu -> Later losers, Yawntutsyìp -> Darling,

★ Taglist: @tallulah477 @quicktosimp @ikeyniofthetayrangi @itchaboi-itchyboy @aria-tempest @anemonelovesfiction @loaksulluyswife @kia-wolfie @tallulah477 @kariz-stark

"Simple, whoever gets to her first, can knot and pump her full."

Those were the only words that raced through your mind as you ran through the forest, you knew they were close, knew it was only a big game for them as the taunting started, "Can't run forever little tawtute!" So'lek shouted somewhere off to your left, "Cmon baby, just one little taste" Eetu chuckled, off to your right.

Too busy trying to figure out where the third person was, you ran into a hard chest, falling back onto your ass. When your gaze lifted your heart dropped, Oh shit- he was standing right there in front of you, completely unfazed by the look of fear on your face. His eyes were dark and he had a mischievous smile on his face.

Slowly he crouched down till he was at eye level with you,"Gotcha paskalin" he smirked.

Immediately you backed away but were met a pair of long legs blocking your path, gulping you looked up to see Eetu standing there grinning. "Hey baby, thought you could get away huh?"

Neteyam hissed "Back off man! I got to her first!" He pushed Eetu back who growled, his tail thrashing behind him. Before he had a chance to say something back, So'lek appeared snatching you up "While you two bicker, I think I'll just take her and go"

So'lek took off running as the other males ran after him "Bro she's mine!" Neteyam shouted, "No she's mine! You kalweyaveng!" Eetu retorted, shoving Neteyam into the nearest tree.

Eywa help you right now, for these men were going to be the literal death of you.

Luckily So'lek had somehow managed to lose the other males, unlucky for you though since now your back was flush against the forest floor with him above you, rutting into your tight pussy like his life depended on it, his ears twitching at the beautiful moans leaving your mouth.

Your nails scratched at his biceps as he left wet sloppy kisses along your neck "So tight, so perfect.." he murmured in your ear.

His left hand stayed by your head holding himself up while his right traveled down your stomach, he stopped when he felt the buldge prodding against your tummy, a smirk plastering on his face "Feel that tawtute?"

When you didn't answer, too fucked out to really register anything he pushed down on it. Your eyes rolled back and a scream left your lips as you gushed all over his cock. So'lek grunted feeling your tight walls convulsing around him.

Your eyes finally fluttered open only to see four pairs of golden orbs staring at you and So'lek from the darkness "S-so'le- ah!" You whined feeling his fangs sink into the flesh on your neck, his pace quickening.

You could feel his thick, veiny knot prodding at your hole begging to be let in. Before he could knot you though, a clap sounded to the side of you both.

A deep growl rumbled through So'lek as he unlatched from your neck turning his head to face Eetu "Sooo, what? You thought we wouldn't find you?" He scoffed.

So'lek hissed, flashing his fangs "She is mi" "Until she's knotted she is free game " Eetu interrupted.

Neteyam finally emerged from the darkness quickly snatching you from under So'lek, taking off back towards the village "Makrr txanfwìngtu" he laughed.

You both got pretty far before Neteyam couldn't wait any longer, he pushed you up against a nearby tree, pulled his tewng to the side and slammed into you starting a rough pace.

"Ne-nete!" You mewled clawing at his back, he groaned angling his hips so that with every thrust, he hit your sweet spot. "Your mine y/n, do.you.understand?" Each word punctuated with a semi harsh thrust.

"Yes! Fuck! Please Neteyam!" You sobbed feeling your climax approaching, Neteyam moaned feeling your walls clench around him, his face nuzzled into the crook of your neck, scenting you.

You didn't have to open your eyes to know Eetu was watching from the shadows, Neteyam must've known aswell by how a deep growl rumbled through his chest "Your too late Eetu, she's mine!"

Eetu only smirked walking up to you "You are not going to knot her 'mighty warrior'" , "Watch me" Neteyam hissed moving his hips faster trying to push his knot inside you.

Your mouth fell agape as your breath came out in short pants, "See that? She wants it" Neteyam chuckled breathlessly. Having enough, Eetu grabbed you while shoving Neteyam away in the process. "What the fuck?!" , "Better luck next time" Eetu shouted while taking off.

Dear eywa, please let you survive this torture.

Eetu ran till he made it back to the omaticayan village, quietly making his way towards the kelku he was staying in for the time being.

Bursting through the flaps he set you down before turning to tie them shut. Your legs wobbled a bit but you kept your balance while your arms moved to wrap around your exposed body. "E-eet-" "Save it" he hissed, turning back around to face you.

His large frame towering over you as he moved closer "Do you know how long I've waited for this yawntutsyìp?" He asked placing his left hand on your cheek, "How long I have waited to feel that tight little pussy wrapped around my cock?", "How badly I’ve wanted to knot you" His hand now moving down to wrap around your small neck.

"Eetu please.. think about this.. you will break me if you knot me" you tried to reason with him, but he wasn't having any of that.

He let go of your neck, moving away. Slowly he untied his loincloth, letting it fall down to his feet "Come here little one" he beckoned you over with two fingers.

Shaking your head no, you chose to walk backwards instead, away from him. A loud growl rumbled through the kelku "You want to do it the hard way? Fine by me"

Eetu lunged at you, shoving you down onto the makeshift cot as he climbed ontop of you. One of his large hands wrapped around your throat while the other went to cock, guiding it to your still slick entrance.

With one swift thrust he plunged his entire length inside, coaxing out a scream from you."Fuuuck" he groaned, his eyes closing for a second to collect himself as his ears flattened against his head.

Slowly he began moving, his eyes opening only to lock onto yours. Tears pricked at your eyes threatening to fall as his pace only increased.

“Your mine, and only mine” he panted, leaning down to capture your lips with his, you could only moan in response, your nails digging into his sides.

A loud commotion sounded outside the kelku, coming closer and closer. “You aren’t knotting her she’s mine!” Neteyam hissed, pushing So’lek trying to be the first to make it to the kelku.

“I had her first! If anyone is going to knot her it’s me” he retorted, shoving Neteyam into a muddy puddle.

Eetu broke the kiss scoffing as he heard them bicker outside, he released his hold on your neck leaning up to get a good look at the mess you had become.

Your eyes were half lidded, mouth partially agape with drool running down your cheek, eywa you were so fucking gorgeous to him. But you reeked of Neteyam, leaning back down he nestled his face into the crook your neck, hoping his scent would overpower the other males.

After a few more thrusts you felt his knot poking at your entrance, your hands weakly went to his chest pushing at it “D-don’t..” you pleaded with him.

“Eetu don’t you even think about knotting her!” So’lek shouted, trying to find a way inside the kelku. “Too late for that” he grunted, forcing his knot inside, locking the two of you in place as he painted your gummy walls white.

His orgasm triggered your own, Eetu hissed feeling your walls convulsing around him, his tail instinctively wrapping around your thigh.

As you both catched your breath, he managed to roll the both of you over so that now you layed on his chest. “Rest my little human, you’ll need it” he chuckled breathlessly, rubbing your back soothingly.

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enderpearlll · 2 years

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Yandere! Bob Velseb - My Favourite Employee. PT 1

An AU where you’re employed at Grills & Boys and Bob is your boss. That’s it. These are headcanons and I’m writing a second part with more yandere tendencies so… Yeah. Hope you enjoy.

Gender-Neutral reader, but pet names such as “darling” and “sweet pea” are used.

TW/CW: Yandere content, boss/employee dynamic, etc…

• Having recently been let go from a previous job, it was up to you to quickly find another so you could pay the bills. Luckily, you found a local restaurant that was willing to hire as quickly as you applied. It had a fair pay, and decent hours so you decided that working at Grills & Boys would be beneficial.

• When you went in for the interview, you had to talk to the manager; who was pretty well known around town. You were anxious about the whole thing, seeing as you never had much experience in food service. But your new manager Bob Velseb was awfully understanding of your situation, and was kind enough to hear you out.

• Bob was a joy to be around, and he didn’t make you feel pressured at all! He had a southern accent and a hearty laugh which only added to his charming personality, which immediately knocked down any worries you had. Bob was also oddly attentive to your every move, a weird look in his eyes when you would fidget or talk. It’s like he was staring into your soul…

“Thanks, Mr. Velseb—“ “Of course, don’t worry ‘bout anything! And you can call me Bob, no need for formalities.” “O—Oh, okay… Bob.”

• But you ignored it, and thus began training at Grills & Boys. Your new boss Bob was really involved in the process, (even though he would usually rely on another employee to train the new hires) and would be eager to answer any of your questions with a smile. Any mistakes you made were quickly taken care of or swept under the rug by Bob, who constantly reassured you that it was no big deal.

• You were a server, so you spent most of your time helping customers and taking orders. Most of the time you had decent customers, but of course there was certain people that were straight up assholes. Of course Bob wouldn’t let any mistreatment of you slide, and would immediately come to your aide. He would not let you deal with an angry customer if he had anything to say about it.

• He may be a friendly guy but man, when he’s angry it’s a sight to see. You’ve never been on the receiving end of it but you have witnessed unlucky coworkers or angry customers that tried to insult you deal with it. Of course, when everything is done and said Bob is immediately worrying about your well-being. He reassures that he’s not angry at you at all, and is constantly asking if you’re alright.

“I think he was just having a bad day boss, I don’t think that a permanent ban was necessary—“ “Nuh uh, he deserved it either way darlin’. Never really liked him anyways, hah!” “But he was a regular!” “Don’t worry about it pumpkin, how are you doin’? He didn’t hurt ya did he?”

• You quickly realize that you have a lot of privileges that none of your coworkers have. Aka, favouritism at its finest. Bob is constantly joking around with you, making you your favourite food from the menu for lunch everyday, letting you take longer breaks, acts more lax if you make mistakes, letting you take leftovers home, etc… Did you mention the pet names? He calls everyone else by name but you don’t think he’s said your name once.

• Bob feeds you a lot. Like a lot. “Ah, I think I’m good Boss.” “No worries sweet pea, just take ‘em! Don’t want you going hungry on me, okay?”

• It’s surprising to both you and your coworkers. Because to them, Bob had never really gotten close to anyone besides you. To you, a feeling of guilt is constant when you’re pampered while your coworkers suffer with extra work to do (because Bob gives you a really light workload while your coworkers are left behind doing the work YOU were supposed to do).

• You begin to grow close to Bob, despite the writhing feeling of guilt in your guts. He even asks you to help out in the kitchen, to which your coworkers are floored at. “Woah, he NEVER has anyone help him cook! Are you dating or something—?” “NO! Also, What? I thought that was normal, he asks me to do that almost every week!”

• He loved telling you little facts (that were rather morbid, actually and creeped you out more than they interested you) and would pick up on little habits and quirks you had. Bob was really attentive when it came to you, and from this he’s able to tell what you’re thinking or feeling. You’re amazed at first, it’s like he can read your mind. Bob also liked to tease you a lot, just to fluster you.

• It gets to a point where Bob begins to worry about your safety and well-being outside of work. He begins to call you outside of work, often to check up on you. “Hello, Bob? What’s up? Do I have to come in or—?” “Oh, no! I just wanted to check up on you dear! Did you eat yet?”

• Bob begins to crave your presence more than he should, and as a result you receive more hours. More hours than you could handle. You barely do your actual job and end up hanging out in the kitchen with Bob or run errands for him. It’s like he’s distracting you from doing your own job. You work from opening till closing for most of the week, and it takes a toll on your schedule and your personal life.

• Bob is far too nice to decline, and even if you did call in sick or give away your shifts he’d just keep calling you nonstop. You’re stressed with how much hours you have to work, and you always work opening and closing alone with Bob. He’s nice and really easy to work with, but you rarely see your other coworkers anymore.

“Hello? You okay darlin’?! You ain’t hurt or sick ain’t ya!?” “Bob. It’s eight in the morning.” I know, but you were supposed to be here with me, sweet pea...” “Oh, um… I gave my shift to someone else.” “Oh. Okay. Anyways, you sure that you’re okay—?” “Boss.”

• One night when you and Bob were closing he had offered to walk you home, seeing as it was late and all. You were rather reluctant to do so, seeing as he was your boss and you were perfectly capable of making it home safely. But Bob was persistent, and you couldn’t really decline him when the concern on his face was so convincing. You had a friendly conversation, which was mostly Bob prying into your personal life.

• Now, your boss had been oddly sparing with physical affection. He would often place a hand on your back, wrap an arm around your shoulders, etc… It was odd. Now that it was a chilly autumn night and you were visibly freezing, Bob took initiative to help you by offering his coat.

• It was oversized and was practically a cape, but you took it anyways. But the look on his face when you shrugged it on was almost creepy. You watched his eyes light up, and his whole body began to tremble and shake (you’re pretty sure it’s not because of the cold,) with excitement— Was he drooling?!

• Eventually you arrived at home, waving at Bob with an awkward smile on your face. He seemed to glow with glee as you smiled at him, waving back vigorously. As you took off your jacket and shoes, you felt a pit of dread in your stomach. You feel like you’ve made a grave mistake… Ah shit, you forgot to give Bob’s coat back too. Oh well, you’ll deal with everything tomorrow, you’re probably just worried because of stress… Right?

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cera-writes · 9 days

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An Unconventional Debut: A Bridgerton AU story — Remy LeBeau x F!Reader

~Part 1

Tags: slow burn, jealousy, teasing, scandals, forbidden love, and debauchery Prompt: Reader, who comes from the esteemed Everleigh Family, finds herself named Diamond of the Season by the Queen herself. many eligible bachelors are vying for her attention and potential hand in marriage, but she only wants to marry for love. Will she find it, or will her family arrange a marriage for her?

Prelude:

The late afternoon sun cast a warm glow upon your face as you exited Madame Delacroix's dress shop with your handmaid. A triumphant smile played upon your lips. The sapphire gown you'd chosen for the Trowbridge Ball had been a resounding success, and today's fitting for the upcoming Stafford Soiree promised to be just as delightful.

As you descended the steps, lost in a vision of silk and tulle, you collided with a figure as you exited the shop. With a startled yelp, you stumbled back, only to find a strong hand steady your elbow.

Looking up, you found herself face to face with a stranger. He was tall and handsome, with chocolate tresses tied back, a few loose strands grazing his cheekbones. His eyes were unusual, unlike anything you'd ever seen that held the glint of both amusement and something akin to surprise.

"Forgive me, Miss...?" he said, his voice a deep baritone, "seems ah done lost my mind for a second there, chérie."

"Everleigh," you responded, nearly breathless by how strikingly pretty he was for a gentleman. His accent was what really drew you to him. It was so unusual but it peaked your interest in him even moreso.

Regaining your composure, you realised with a jolt who this intriguing gentleman was. Monsieur Remy Lebeau, the enigmatic new arrival who had set tongues wagging throughout London.

"No harm done, Monsieur LeBeau," you replied, a touch of amusement dancing in your own eyes.

A smile played on his lips. "Excusez-moi, Mademoiselle. But where could a charmin' flower like yourself be bloomin' off to so quickly?"

You, ever the picture of propriety, explained your errand to Madame Delacroix's.

"Ah," he said, a hint of intrigue in his voice, "preparin' for another conquest, I see."

"Hardly, Monsieur," you countered, a touch of defiance in your tone. "A lady simply enjoys a beautiful gown."

Your gazes locked for a moment, a spark of something unexpected passing between you. Then, with a slight bow, Monsieur LeBeau took your hand and brushed it with a light kiss.

"Until we meet again, Miss Everleigh," he said, his voice a low murmur laced with French charm. "May your gown be as dazzlin' as you are, cherie. Tout le monde va être hypnotisé."

Flustered, you could only manage a breathless "Thank you," before he turned and strolled down the street, leaving your heart pounding a wild rhythm against your ribs. Perhaps the Stafford Soiree held more in store than just a new gown.

Once you'd returned home with your handmaid, you couldn't wait to have another run in with Monsieur Labeau. Perhaps you'd see him at the upcoming ball.

Your mother, Miss Alice Everleigh, noticed your giddiness. "My my, what's got my daughter so giddy this afternoon?" she inquired, quirking a brow as she sipped on her tea.

"I just met the most unusual gentleman while on my way home," you replied, lazily sitting down on the bergère.

"Oh, do tell." Your mother quipped, suddenly interested in what you had to tell her as she sat opposite from you on the chaise longue.

You were the only child of the Everleigh family, so securing a husband was detrimental. Luckily for you, you were named Diamond of the Season, so you should have no trouble finding a husband to secure your family's wealth.

"Monsieur Remy LeBeau. Have you heard the man speak? He had me weak in the knees, mother."

Your mother's eyes went wide, nearly slamming her cup of tea down on the table. "You are to stay away from him. I've heard of his reputation and you will not succumb to being another one of his...desserrés," your mother scoffed, appalled that you'd already made his acquaintance.

"Oh, do calm yourself mother. I merely just met him," you rolled your eyes.

"I'm sorry darling, it's just that you'll have a lot of gentleman vying for your attention this season and securing a husband, the right husband, is detriment to your standards, our standards as this family. We've worked so hard to get you to this point love," she explained, hoping to talk some sense into you.

You rolled your eyes, now more than ever, wanting nothing more than to retire for the night.

"I understand, mama."

That didn't stop you from dreaming about Remy that night though. His accent spoke pretty words in your ear as you dreamt of him, dreamt sinful things no lady in waiting should dream of.

The ball couldn't come soon enough.

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nogenderbee · 7 months

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Hello! I just decided to stop by.

Could I request Gorou, Kazuha, Heizou, and Thoma finding out their girlfriend's the daughter of a pair of well-known medics in Inazuma? S/O's parents are pretty chill but her dad's appearance always scares off suitors.

Hey! Glad you dropped! And of course you can! I hope I got your idea right ^^

♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ 𝕄𝕖𝕕𝕚𝕔𝕚𝕒𝕟'𝕤 ℂ𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕕 ₊˚ˑ༄

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Kazuha, Gorou, Heizou, Thoma with reader who has medician!parents

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ fluff

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ @bleachtheidiot

✧ Kazuha had a feeling you're not just any normal person but he decided not to question it, after all you'd tell him yourself if something was up, right?

✧ it was when he came back to his homeland, he discovered that your parents came back from work trip. He got a bit nervous since that meant it's finally time for him to meet them

✧ surprisingly he still didn't know they're medician's unless you told him yourself

✧ but if you didn't, he'll realize that once he's already facing them

✧ despite the fact he was pretty anxious on the inside, he acted really calm and was still the gentleman he is

✧ your dad didn't even really made him more anxious, he's used to people looking scary so he decided to not pay attention to that and just see what his personality is

✧ it's easy to say, he's one of the less nervous ones and showed just his calm side, maybe even told your parents about his haikus!

✧ he's not the type to lie about himself in order to be more liked so you can be sure he'll be his true self

"I must admit I didn't expect that... but I'm sure they're a lovely people. I promise to not make them disappointed."

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✧ Gorou recognized your last name first time he hears it since your parents are well known and he most likely met them himself, even before dating you

✧ he's in army after all so he most likely met them through one of his people being hurt or even himself

✧ but once he discovered you're their child, he immidietly started thinking through if he ever said or did anything to upset them but luckily nothing came to his mind

✧ now whenever he happens to meet them during his job, he's paying strong attention to his words and moves, no matter if he's hurt or not

✧ thanks to that, he manages to get a good reputation among your parents before he officially introduces himself as your boyfriend

✧ so it's easy to say that when he and them did had official introduction, they already had positive opinion on him

✧ and your partner was already used to your father's appearance so that didn't stress him! But it doesn't mean he was calm... he was still a bit nervous about their reaction

"L/N!? That's... last name for one of the best doctors in Inazuma... I... I even had the pleasure of working with them... Do you know if I made bad impression already?"

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✧ there was no way Heizou wouldn't know about the best medician's in Inazuma. He has great memory so just by taking quick look at you, he quickly recognized your features

✧ and because he knew who your family was, he was a bit more formal with you... at least at the beginning!

✧ when you got together, it was understatement to say he was stressed when he realized it's time for him to meet your parents personally soon

✧ he asked you himself to tell him a bit about them and it actually calms his down

✧ when the day comes, he tries to act tough but it's hard when your father is giving him that death stare... he knows he's actually a good person and that's just the way he looks but it still makes him nervous

✧ don't worry tho! Because eventually he makes a conversation and actually finds lots of mutual topic with your parents!

✧ it's easy to say your parents took a like of him, just like he did of them

✧ if they allow him, he'd definitely go to them to ask for confirming his evidences if he wouldn't be sure and they'd be associated with biology

"Ah, such a nice people~ I can't wait for another meeting! I'm sure I can make my reputation among them even better."

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✧ Thoma knows people around Inazuma so he realized who you are only after he heard your last name and if he'd be drinking something, he'd be a step from choking

✧ it simply catches him off guard, he doesn't mind and if you reveal it during middle of your friendship, he'll make sure to treat you the same as he did previously

✧ the anxiety comes back when you two are together tho... he knows meeting your parents has to come sooner or later so he's preparing himself for it through your whole relationship

✧ when he does eventually meet them, he'll be a true gentleman that he actually is every day, just not as formal as he's in front of your parents but that can be excused because if stess

✧ he'd lie if he'd say your father didn't make him want to just leave the moment he noticed him staring at him

✧ luckily for all of you tho, he leaves very good impression on your parents!

✧ but as soon as he leaves your household, he legs out a bit sigh if relief as he starts to rethink if he did everything correctly

✧ you most likely end up comforting him a bit that he was perfectly fine back then

"I really hope I didn't ruined our relationship with my behavior... after all, I really don't want your parents to refuse letting you meet with me."

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sleepy-writes-stuff · 1 year

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Jason catches him before he hits the ground, quickly slings him over his shoulders, and redraws his pistol in a matter of seconds before he's bolting down the street. His eyes scan the rooftops for any snipers but can't find evidence of anything aside from a brief flash of white. He's almost to his closest safehouse and in the clear when he's bodily tackled to the ground, Danny tossed from his shoulders and to the pavement with him. He manages to flip himself and his assailant over enough to give the man in white a sharp right hook to the temple and knocks him out cold.

More white suits are running down the street towards him, so he shoulders Danny's considerably light weight again and books it away from his original destination. No point in having a safehouse if it's discovered. Defeats the whole point of having one in the first place. As he's booking it down the street and taking as many random turns as possible, he hears several sets of footsteps hot on his trail, some of them shouting orders back and forth to each other. He barely dodges another dart headed towards his leg before he's had enough. He didn't like the odds of fighting multiple opponents while also having to protect his passenger, so he caves and connects the comm-line to any of the bats out and about tonight and immediately gets a response from Oracle and the Big Bat himself.

"Hood, what's the situation? You're moving awfully fast. You don't normally call in." He's panting so hard with how fast he's running, it's a miracle he gets anything out.

"Hey, O. Being pursued by an organized group. Have an injured passenger they desperately want and I might be a plus to the package. Passenger shows signs of being experimented on."

"Do you recognize your assailants? Any identifying features?" Ah, there's Bats.

"Everyone's wearing a white suit and they have snipers with drugged darts. Passenger is out cold after getting hit with one. Caught him in the middle of him running and he seemed convinced that I was just as in danger as he was."

Batman swears on the other end and proceeds to call in Red Robin and Nightwing while Oracle takes over the conversation again.

"Batman's not far out. Can you give your tail the slip to meet up with them?"

Still hearing the collection of footsteps behind him, he answers back, "Negative. The behavior of Passenger leads me to believe they have some sort of tracker. I've taken as many twists and turns I could think of, still haven't lost them." He grits his teeth at what he says next, shoving his pride down as deep as he could.

"I need backup."

A new voice enters the comm in the form of Nightwing. "And you'll get it. Bats and I are headed in your direction. ETA is about seven minutes. Think you can string them long enough for us to get the drop on them?"

Hood huffs an approximation of a chuckle in his ragged state. "I'll try my best. I've been running for while now and I'm about out of steam. Luckily, Passenger's pretty light for his size."

He grunts as he nearly trips over a plank of busted plywood in the next alley he exits, but regains his footing just as fast. He's getting really sick of these white suits. He would've grappled up to the nearest roof if he didn't already know a few of them were already in pursuit from up there too. He's been leading this goose chase so long he's even getting close to the Bowery. Maybe he can lose them there. Gaining a bit of a second wind, he puts a little boost in his speed, silently apologizing to Danny over the bumpy ride. He figures he'd prefer a few extra bruises from a less than gentle getaway than being captured by whoever these creeps in white were though.

He manages to get a couple of streets into the Bowery before his pursuers seem to have had enough with the chase. There's an inaudible order shouted from one white suit to another before Hood hears a sound akin to a laser before he feels a shot of burning pain in his back. He tumbles forward again, this time tucking Danny into his chest as best he could so he didn't go flying like last time. He rolls a few times before landing with a still unconscious Danny flat on the ground and him hovering protectively over him. Whatever they used to knock him out must be strong if not even a second throw to the ground wakes him up.

Hood gasps at the burning pain as he feels around the back of his jacket with one hand. He immediately finds a patch of scorched leather, the material extremely hot to the touch. He curses as he shrugs it off and tosses it to the side. He can always get a new one, he reasons. Right now, he needs to get back up and start running again, but not before leaving a little present. Once he's without his helmet, he books it once again down the street and keeps an ear out for the white suits, waiting for them to get close enough before he presses a hidden button and blows up the street. Hopefully a few of them got caught by the blast.

"Hood, what was that sound!? Everything alright?" Red Robin suddenly yelled over the comms.

"All good. Just left the white suits a little gift. Turns out they have blasters and they hurt like a bitch." He griped. "What's your ETA now?"

"Not much longer. All of us can see the smoke from the explosion. How's your passenger during all this?"

"He's been knocked around a bit and still unconscious. He needs a serious medical eval once all of this is over. He had a few stitches pop before this stupid chase even started." He said as he ducked around the corner to avoid another laser blast.

"I'm running on empty at this point. You guys better get your asses over here before I blow up more than just my helmet-" He feels a sudden sharp jab in his shoulder and turns to find a white dart with the letters G.I.W. printed on it.

"Shit."

"What's wrong?" Batman immediately asked.

"The darts. I've been hit." Almost immediately, he feels sluggish and dizzy.

He stumbles to a stop, propping himself up against the brick wall of the nearest building. Overwhelming nausea took over as he nearly dropped to his knees.

"Shit shit shit shit," His words came out slurred. His grip on Danny loosened, the guy sliding down to lay limply on the ground. "Guys... if you're gonna show up... now would be a really good time."

He eventually downgraded to sitting on the ground, back against the wall with Danny still unconscious at his side. His vision was so blurry at this point it was a wonder he could see anything. Regardless of his drugged state, he tried his best to keep a sharp eye on all entrances on the street. Eventually tho, his eyes landed on the dart that caused his current predicament, the letters on it steadily swimming into focus.

"G... I.W."

"What? Hood, are you alright?" Red Robin responded, heavy concern in his voice.

"Look for... federal agencies with the acronym G.I.W." He said at barely a mumble.

"Hood? Little Wing, hey! We need you to stay awake, buddy."

"Too... too tired." He could barely keep himself upright, much less keep his eyes open. Staying awake was a little much to ask.

"No no no no. Come on, Little Wing. We're almost to you. Hang on a few more minutes."

Jason didn't have the energy to respond.

"Red Hood, answer me!" Batman's gruff voice rang in his head with how loud it sounded right now. "Jason!"

Is it just him or does Bruce sound panicked? Something about that didn't seem right. Why would Batman be panicked?

Panicked... Panic... Panic?

His eyes shot back open as he sluggishly caught a few white suits in his line of sight walking steadily closer. The drug was still working heavily through his system, but he had just enough clarity to do something he never thought he'd be forced to do.

"Sorry, guys. I'm just gonna... have to trust you to find me... Okay?" His voice cracked on the last word as he slowly searched the collar of his kevlar shirt.

Finding what he was looking for, he pressed the panic button he'd installed for crazy reasons like this. Crazy reasons like being kidnapped. An internal tracker he installed in himself(1) was brought to life as soon as he pressed the hidden switch. His location should be being broadcasted to every Bat in the city and a few of his Outlaw friends. With it being internal, it can't be taken, damaged, or interrupted. He specifically designed it himself to withstand anything he could think of. Once it turned on and he at least had that assurance, he finally succumbed to the drug and felt himself go limp despite his family frantically calling his name. The static of a radio communicator buzzed somewhere above his head as a white suit approached.

"Agent O, come in. Prepare another cell at HQ. Whatever Phantom is, this thing seems to give off similar energy. We can probably learn something from it since Phantom refuses to talk." He said as he toed roughly at Jason's boot.

Whatever was said in response was lost on him as his hearing cut out and his vision faded to black.

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Wow. That was a doozy to write.

I've seen a lot of fics where Danny is rescued by the Bats from the GIW almost right away and everything works out from there, but I wanted to see one where he wasn't. Might as well throw Jason in there too. Why? Because angst. It's one of the things I'm good at apparently.

Notes:

(1) What if his death at the hands of the Joker and Batman's late arrival gave Jason a certain paranoia/fear of not being found if he was ever taken/hidden again? About not being found in time/never found again? I think he'd take precautions. So much angst with this idea too.

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cherryxcadbury · 1 year

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Hello, soo I thought on one with Jude in which your older than him (22) and you start to receive hate and people calling you cougar and he acts very mature with you.

You & I, Always

“This is fuckin’ ridiculous.” You grumbled, running a hand through your luscious locks.

You scoffed at the Instagram dm you’d received from a fanpage of his.

What the fuck is wrong with you. He’s a newly turned adult and you’re a grown woman. Get a guy your own age you cougar 🙄

This was just one of the many messages like this you’d been receiving for the past three days. You’d been dating Jude since the end of July 2021, the two of you’d gone public in November. At that time, most people adored you two. They thought your relationship was so sweet and adorable. With the exception of the occasional jealous fan girl.

However, recently, Jude’s fans had managed to find out how old you were, and well, let’s just say they weren’t happy. After realising there was a four year age different between the two of you, they went at you hard.

You were accused of being a cougar, grooming him, using a younger guy for his looks and money etc.

The hate didn’t make you cry but you sure as hell were pissed off that you didn’t do anything wrong.

“Jesus. They need to chill out.” You sighed as you read another message.

HE IS 20. WE KNOW YOU GROOMED HIM.

“Right how the hell could you groom him if you met him after he turned 18?” You best friend Zara shook her head as she read the message.

“Okay bro I get they care about Jude and all a lot but they gotta calm down.” Zara mumbled.

“Zara. I didn’t do anything wrong. Did I? Is he too young for me?” You began to doubt the certainty that there was nothing wrong with you dating Jude.

“Uh hell no! There’s no such thing as to yo—actually there is. However, Jude‘s 20 and only like two years younger. The people sending you these messages are just jealous twelve year old simps, nothing to worry about love.” Zara comforted. You nodded numbly. “I gotta go for dinner. Jude will be home any minute know. I’ll see you later Zara.” You hugged your friend goodbye.

“Bye Y/N. Remember love, don’t let it get to you.” She whispered into your ear.

Begrudgingly, you left Zara’s apartment and started on your journey back to Jude’s which in honesty, was not very far.

You put your AirPods in, turned up some Taylor Swift and made your way to the underground station. Just a few stops to go, then you’d be home. Humming along to Welcome To New York, you felt all of your worries had gone away. The people who insulted you on social media were just silly and jealous.

Wow, Taylor Swift really could make all of your problems go away.

You were about one stop away when you realised two girls across from you were frantically whispering. They looked about your age, maybe 20/21.

They spoke quickly and in a hushed manner. But not quiet enough, because you could understand them perfectly fine. The girls spoke in German, which they probably assumed you did not understand.

“Yeah that’s the girl. The one who’s dating Jude.” The raven haired mumbled, eyeing you up and down.

“Ah. She’s pretty.” The other one, a redhead responded.

“Yeah. But she’s like 22.” The other girl shot back.

“What? But he’s like 3 years younger than her.” The redhead’s distaste for you was growing quickly.

“Hmm. Jude needs a girl his own age.” Raven hair clicked her tongue.

“Definitely. This girl’s probably a cougar.” Redhead scrutinised the way you looked.

You felt tears quickly coming to your eyes. You looked down in embarrassment. This was mortifying. Thankfully, before you had to listen to anymore, your stop was here. You bolted out before anyone else could insult you.

Luckily, Jude’s apartment was not far from this stop. About a block. You sped walked all the way to the building and dashed in. The lobby man had grown quite accustomed to your visits and smiled as you walked straight to the elevator.

You clicked the top floor and were at Jude’s in no time. Inserting the key, you quickly unlocked the door, put your stuff down, and shut it.

By now your face had grown rosy, giving you a child like look. It was very apparent that you’d been crying the little makeup you had on was smudged. You tried very hard to clean yourself up before seeing Jude, who was lying on the sofa, playing FIFA in the sitting room.

Upon hearing your footsteps, he turned his head.

“Afternoon love dinn-Hey! What’s wrong?” He asked you, seeing your tear stained cheeks.

He immediately dropped his controller and went straight to you. Jude wrapped his arms around your waist and you compensated by wrapping yours around his neck. He hugged you tight as you cried into his chest.

“What’s wrong love.” Jude whispered, caressing your hair.

You sniffled quietly.

“It’s nothing really, just a bit emotional today.”

“If something’s got you crying, I want to know who or what it was.” Jude said sternly.

You wiped your face again.

“Just when I was with Zara, my phone started buzzing. Been getting some hateful Instagram dms about our age different and whatnot. How I apparently groomed you. Then on the way here, two girls were across from me on the train. They were speaking in German and saying the exact same things. Saying how disgusting it was.” You explained.

Jude’s stern look immediately melted to an apologetic one.

“I’m sorry love. This is all my fault. You don’t deserve any of this. They’re just jealous of how perfect you are.” He kissed your forehead.

“I’m sorry for crying.” You mumbled.

“Don’t ever ever be sorry for that.” Jude spoke, resting his forehead on yours.

“I made pasta bolognese, your favourite. Let’s go eat, yeah?” Jude suggested, linking his hand with yours.

You were so so lucky.

*** Jude had already fallen asleep next to you in the bed. His arms were wrapped around your waist, as he rested his head on your chest as he slept.

You had just finished reading the chapter of your book for the night. Sighing, you put it down and turned off the light before checking Instagram one last time. Your lips immediately curved into a smile upon seeing the first post that popped up on your timeline. @judebellingham

Liked by @masonmount, @jadonsancho and 678,261 others @judebellingham: my girl, forever & always♾️

Tagged: @y/f/n.y/l/n22

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@zaraaa8: u did good bellingham

@erlinghaaland: Jude’s a lucky guy.

You turned over and glanced at your sleeping boyfriend.

“Thank you Jude.”

confession time, this is so old it might be from 2021.

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missmaywemeetagain · 1 year

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Sister, my darlin’ Madi! 💗

So, I already told you that I will be in your inbox, right? I’m requesting a fic for Post Army!E. Uh oh…

What do you think you could do with this picture?

I was thinking maybe a little romance, a little smut action, a little exhibitionism kink (cause come on, we all know Elvis likes to watch his conquests), maybe a little bit of spanking. I don’t know, but it sounds a bit better in my head when I thought about it 😂 Feel free to do whatever you please with it. If you can’t stray away from angst, I welcome it.

-Daisy (@powerofelvis)

Ah, my darlin' darlin' baby! My first ever request and it seems entirely fitting that it's for you, my biggest cheerleader!! 💗 @powerofelvis

I hope I did your request justice--I maybe went in a little different direction (I couldn't manage the spanking for this one, sorry!) and I'm also apparently incapable of writing anything less than 4k, so here's your 5.7k monstrosity of smuttasticness! Love you, baby, and I hope you enjoy! 🥰

This is filthy, so Minors, DNI!! 18+

This is part of Madi's Get to Know Me Gala 💗. Requests/asks are still open for the time being!

So, here it is, my first Request: Snap

You pride yourself on being one of the top photographers in the field, especially when, just like so many other careers, it is dominated by men who think they know better and do better solely because of the dangling appendage between their legs. Luckily, your boss has a progressive outlook and sees your talent for what it is.

The thing is, you are able to get something different from your celebrity subjects and he knows it. The women feel more comfortable with you because they know you aren’t trying to get in their pants, and the men either soften or want to impress you to do just that. And you seem to have a naturally honed ability to figure out quickly what they want and need and are able to play to that to get the best shots.

It’s a win-win most of the time.

Luckily, you don’t tend to get starstruck easily, perhaps because you see behind the curtain of the business. Not to say you didn’t get some butterflies around Paul Newman or feel a sense of awe around Grace Kelly. But overall, the glitz and glamor doesn’t affect you much.

You are a little surprised, however, that your next assignment is the one and only Elvis Presley, fresh from his image-changing stint in the Army. And you sense that the change of image is going to be the challenge on this shoot because remaking a man who the public already has a solid image of through a measly photograph is easier said than done. You have little doubt, based on your research and what you’ve seen so far from his pretty army discharge pictures, that his rebellious streak is now over. But who he is now and who he wants to be going forward likely looks very different from the hip greaser image burned in your head from the 50s.

That and the fact that you’re traveling on a train with him as he heads off to his next big film in LA is throwing you a little for a loop. But you are nothing if not adaptable.

There are more than abundant rumors of Presley’s love for the ladies, which is how you think you find yourself the only photographer who is asked to join him on the train on his journey. The other male photographers had clamored their way past you, fighting for shots at the train station, both outside the train and in it, before it was set to leave. You hung back, taking a few pictures here and there, but mostly smirking to yourself at the desperation to get the man’s attention.

It surprises you a little how pleasant Presley is, how accommodating. He’s nothing but a polite Southern gentleman, giving everyone their piece of him graciously. And the interactions with the fans are nothing less than remarkable based on your experience with other celebrities, and you chronicle that with your camera. There is a presence about him, an essence, that you’ve never quite encountered before with the way he commands the space he is in, demanding attention without ever actually saying a word, without requiring it. But you are finding it a little difficult to get a true read on him with so many people around.

You sense there are many other sides to him, but it’s not until you are almost alone with him and the train starts moving that you are able to discern what they might be. When you are finally introduced properly and are up close to the man, you cannot deny that your heart flutters and you shiver a little at the open way his brilliant sapphire eyes take you in from head to toe.

“Well, hello there, honey,” he drawls, the words warm and dripping into your stomach as his hand clasps yours. “You must be our resident photographer.”

You hate the way his gaze and his touch disorient you. You’ve been around dozens of charming, handsome men, but this man is on another level altogether. He’s more than just a chiseled jaw and high cheekbones and stunning blue eyes. No, there is a magic about him that draws you in, throwing you off your game and threatening to melt you into an embarrassing puddle.

It’s more than a little infuriating.

You manage to snap out of it, clearing your throat and introducing yourself firmly, professionally, putting on your best celebrities-don’t-rattle-me affect. But the damage is done because you can see the glint of amusement in his eyes and the tiniest smirk play at those famous full lips.

You watch him relax with his friends, joking and messing about. Keeping a healthy distance, you get some shots that will likely never see the light of day but help you gauge the lighting and get a feel for him. When not around the onslaught of reporters, he seems filled with an almost adolescent penchant for horsing around, which seems interesting for a man of 25 fresh out of the Army who presents now as keen and intelligent enough despite the Southern accent that the snobs in LA and New York want to look down their noses at him for.

Suddenly, as if commanded silently, the others disperse into the different private cars reserved for him and his people, leaving the two of you alone. After a moment, those deep eyes of his find you, and he beckons you down the train car towards him in a come hither motion and the raise of an eyebrow.

That is when you realize what Elvis needs for you to get your shots. The man wants to play. A little tete è tete is in order, perhaps.

Easy enough, you think as you sit diagonally to him in the bank of seats across from him. You’ve played similar games before with other handsome men. Nothing tawdry, but a little flirtation never hurt anyone. Though with the way his eyes darken and his posture changes ever so slightly, for the first time ever, you think you might be a little out of your depth.

Regardless, you force yourself to maintain an air nonchalance. You hold up your camera. “May I?”

He nods, a smile playing at his lips. You’ve known some of the biggest stars to be uncomfortable under the gaze of a lens in their more private moments, but Presley seems to have no qualms whatsoever. And as you snap a few casual shots up close, it becomes crystal clear that the camera loves him. Every angle just works. He has no “bad side.” It’s almost exhilarating for someone like you who seeks to capture the truth in these moments to have the challenge of a man who was born to be in front of a camera as your subject.

Somehow, he’s both childlike and suave all at once. Innocent and sultry. Feminine and masculine. And he’s got the longest eyelashes you’ve ever seen on a man.

Elvis lets out a long whistle. “You sure are the prettiest photographer I’ve ever seen.”

Your eyebrow raises and you are thankful that your camera conceals the slight blush on your cheeks, despite knowing this is likely just a line to placate you.

“Is that so?” you respond evenly.

“Mhm. Sure is a nice change from the usual group of stuffy men up in my business, I’ll tell you for sure. Much rather have you up in my…” he trails off, then winks.

“I’m not sure you could handle a woman like me, Mr. Presley.” It’s a challenge and a risk, to be sure, taking this way to a man of such stature, but you put just a bit of playfulness in your voice to temper the slice.

He pauses, considering you in a different way, then mimics your own words back to you: “Is that so?”

Snap.

The photo you capture then is one you know has that edginess, that something else you are looking for.

There’s a sense of tension in his posture now, only recognizable to you because not a second so he was the picture of confident relaxation. But you’ve caught him out—that famous lip of his curling as he throws your words back at you, his almond eyes narrowing suspiciously but full of a feline sexual energy. While his right arm appears casual on the armrest, his long and slender pointer finger goes rigid, a suggestive gesture to be sure.

He’s playful about it but in such a way as a jungle cat seeks to play with its food before devouring it.

Heat courses through your limbs and pools low in your belly, a purely biological response to this amazing specimen of a man and the way he’s looking at you.

You manage to find your voice. “Quite so, I’m afraid,” you say with a flirty, faux sorrow.

“We’ll see,” he hums, then slides over the seat until right across from you. In a bold move you don’t see coming, Elvis nudges his toe under your skirt and in between your properly clasped knees, spreading your legs apart until his foot rests possessively through your thighs on the seat underneath you.

“You’re one cocky sonnuvabitch, aren’t ya?” you muse, finally bringing your camera down to look him in the eyes. You are hyper aware of the way his toe inches up, closer to the heat that now begins to pulse between your legs.

”Gonna have to wash your mouth out if ya keep talkin’ like that,” he purrs.

Snap.

“Oh, really?” You are loathe to admit just how badly you want to see him try.

“Yes, really.”

“Hmm, suppose you’d have to catch me first.” You are fully taunting him now, quickly hurtling into the realm of unprofessional but unable to stop yourself.

Snap.

But based off the smile on his face and the heat in his eyes, he is enjoying himself.

“Oh, that ain’t hard.”

“No?”

He chuckles and inches his foot up far enough that your thighs now encase it, sending a rolling shiver through you at the pressured sensation.

Snap.

Obviously, you know how a good round of flirtation and suggestion can open a subject up, so to speak, but you don’t mix business with pleasure. Right now, you are running headlong down a very dangerous road. You aren’t completely naive to the ways of men and sex, but you also aren’t overly experienced when it comes to the deed itself, due to propriety and self- preservation. Your experience has been limited to heavy petting and the basic mechanics of the act, but nothing you’d call very exciting or even overly enjoyable. The whole sex thing honestly seemed overrated, made more to please men than women.

But that was before Elvis Presley sat across from you and wedged his foot between your thighs.

The more you think about it, about him, the more you think you might burn right through your clothes as though it were the dead heat of summer and you’d been running for miles. You force yourself to breathe slowly, evenly, to keep control of your faculties and the situation, but he stares at you with those intense eyes and you already know it’s a losing battle.

“Show me how to work that camera, honey,” he says, surprising you with the change of tactics.

“What for?” Your camera is your livelihood, your baby, your artistic expression so this makes you nervous. Usually, you’d never, ever let a subject touch it. But these aren’t normal circumstances (and you also know that he has more than enough money to replace it if he screws something up).

“Oh, you’ll see,” he smirks, eyes dancing. He makes no indication that he’s going to move his foot from its precarious position in order for you to shift towards him, and when you raise your brows at him questioningly, he just smiles that wide, million dollar smile.

So you slowly, carefully, scoot your butt to the edge of the seat in order to lean far enough forward with the camera in hand. In doing so, however, the sole of his shoe is now flush against your core and you can’t help the little yelp that escapes your lips when he presses against you. It stokes something inside you that you’ve never felt to this extent before.

Oh, you are in trouble. You are in way, way over your head.

You manage a gulp and then clear your throat as you lean over to show him the workings of the camera. He meets you in the middle, and your eyes nearly roll back into your skull for the way it presses his toe into your now aching cunt.

Holy hell, the man smells intoxicating, and you are aware of just how close his face is to yours. It’s as if his eyelashes flutter in slow motion, his breath hot near your cheek, and a pressure builds inside of you, one you’ve only felt when your curious hand has made its way into your panties on a sleepless night or when you’ve pushed a pillow between your thighs, rocking into the friction. Certainly no man has ever made you really feel that way.

But that feeling barely touches the fire that courses through you now. In a slow daze, you show him the basic mechanics and he gently pulls the camera from your grasp. Suddenly, you feel vulnerable and bare without it, your shield of indifference taken away.

Elvis leans back, releasing some of the pressure on your core, and you can breathe again, if only for a moment, because the look in his eyes is nothing short of obscene in its sexiness.

“You develop your own film, darlin’?”

You are confused by the question, but all you can seem to do is nod in response, wondering where in the hell this is going.

“Good. Now, relax, honey, and pull that dress up for me,” he says, as though he’s asking something completely benign of you.

Your face must register your confusion, your surprise. To his credit, he moves his foot away, and his gaze and voice both soften, “I ain’t gonna hurt you, I promise, but you gotta tell me if this isn’t somethin’ you wanna do.”

To your credit, it doesn’t take you long to find your voice, as stammering as it might be. “I-I-I want to,” you say, and it comes out so breathless you’d roll your eyes at yourself in any other circumstance. In fact, you are rather shocked at your eagerness.

Elvis smiles broadly. “Well, okay then, honey. That dress,” he commands, nudging his chin up to remind you what it is he wants from you.

Your heart flutters so fast that you’re not sure it’s even fully beating anymore. You inch the fabric up, up, up your thighs, feeling the softness as it wrinkles under your palms, exposing your stockings to the man in front of you.

Much to your chagrin, you are utterly spellbound. A reasonable voice in the back of your head tells you to stop this nonsense immediately before you make a fool of yourself before you cross lines that cannot be uncrossed. Yet your body is so wound, so tuned into him, so needy for whatever it is he has in store for you that you can barely think.

Snap.

It takes a moment to register that its him taking pictures of you, not the other way around. An embarrassed heat rushes to your cheeks when you realize he’s aimed the camera squarely between your legs and not at your red face.

You pause when reaching the white lace tops of your stockings, the garter clips that hold them up now visible.

Snap.

It’s likely the way he bites his full lower lip behind the camera that gives you the courage to keep going, that little tell that perhaps he’s just as aroused as you, that this isn’t some cruel joke.

Finally, you pull the hem up over your hips, exposing your white panties fully to his scrutiny. Perhaps it’s the damp spot in the center of them that has him shifting his hips with a quiet, low groan. The sound sends a thrill rippling through your limbs.

Snap.

His voice comes out husky and about an octave lower this time. “Now reach into those panties and touch yourself for me, baby. D’you know how to get yourself goin’?”

“I think so, yes,” you reply breathlessly, altogether unsure if anything you’ve ever done to yourself is anything what this obviously experienced man expects.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart, I’ll help guide ya if you need it,” he says with a kind of deference, patience.

You nod, then, biting your lip in concentration, you slip your hand down under the waistband of your underwear. The pads of your fingers are cool against the blazing heat of your sex as they trail down to that sensitive bundle of nerves you’ve only touched the surface of exploring. You circle the bud a few times, your hips rolling involuntarily in response.

Snap.

“Lower,” Elvis commands, and you obey, sliding down to find how swollen and soaking you already are. Something about the way he is watching you has a coil in your belly tightening in a way it never has before, has your body responding in ways it never has with another person.

“Are you wet, baby?” he breathes.

You nod.

“Show me.” It comes out sultry and eager and sets you on fire that he wants to see with his own eyes what he’s doing to you.

You pull your fingers out of the damp fabric and show him the slick shining there.

“Goddamn,” he whispers, snapping another photo. “Lemme taste you.” The blush revealed on his sky-high cheekbones when he pulls the camera away is enough to send your breath heaving, but it is nothing at all compared to what happens in your body the moment his lips close around your sticky fingertips.

An obscene moan rolls out from your mouth as his soft tongue licks your digits clean. The sound seems to urge him on, resulting in him sucking one, then the other, gently. Your hair stands on end, goosebumps running down your arms, your eyes fluttering closed. That coil inside your pelvis tightens so tight you feel like you might burst, but then he removes his mouth with a resounding pop.

You whimper at the loss and your eyes flutter back open to find his deep blues staring back at you with a passion that seems to rival your own.

“Sweet as honey,” he murmurs with a dreamy smile, picking up the camera once more. Something inside you is proud that he’s enjoyed tasting you, as if you were always meant for him to enjoy. “Now I wanna see that kitty.”

You didn’t know it was possible to be more flushed that you already are, but your cheeks rage with blood. You aren’t exactly sure how he wants that to happen and your brow furrows.

“Just pull those pretty panties to the side for me, baby,” Elvis encourages.

It feels like all the blood in your body rushes into your pussy the moment you slide the ruined cotton off to the side, leaving you bare for him. The cool air makes you shiver, or maybe it is the way he groans as he takes a picture of your most private of areas.

“T-touch yourself for me,” he says, his voice needy and strained now.

You run your fingers down then up through your lower lips, feeling the throbbing pulse of blood down there as you do so, feeling that tightness in your belly squirm for more. The obvious tent in his black slacks has you breathing even harder as you wonder what he would feel like buried inside of you.

But Elvis has other ideas.

“Aw, hell,” he moans before tossing your camera aside and falling to his knees in front of you like a desperate man praying for forgiveness. You barely have time to register your shock at the superstar prostrating himself at your feet before his large hands spread your thighs further apart, and his luscious lips kiss their way up your slit, landing on your aching clit.

“What are you—Oh my god!” you cry out before you can stop yourself, your hands flying into his dark mane of soft, perfectly styled hair. Never in your life had a man put his mouth there, it wasn’t even something you knew was done, and ohmifuckinggod it feels so good that your mind goes blank.

When Elvis moans into you, lathing his tongue flat against you and dragging it up your core, you think you stop breathing completely.

So far gone are you as his wicked tongue winds through and spears and soothes you, that you don’t realize that the mewling murmurs of, “Oh, Jesus. Holy mother of—Oh, Elvis!” are actually coming from your mouth. You feel him smile against you, pausing his ministrations long enough for you to catch your breath.

Which is good, because he immediately knocks it back out of you as he slides a long finger into your tight heat and latches himself to your clit like a man possessed. The deft way his finger pumps, then curves into some unknown spongy spot you didn’t know existed until this very moment has you writhing on the seat, clinging to his beautiful head for dear life. Somehow, the combination of the suckling and licking of your little nub coupled with the rapid work of his hand has your entire body tensing before he hurtles you over an invisible cliff, that tight coil in your belly snapping. Shuddering and gasping, you free fall, and a soothing warmth washes over you from head to toe.

You’ve never felt anything like it in your life.

Your chest heaves with exertion as you come back into yourself, whining at the emptiness when he removes his finger, then shivering as he replaces it with his tongue, lapping at the excess of slick arousal that now seems to coat everything below, including his face.

The aftershocks that he causes to ripple through you stoke the fire in your belly again, and you think that maybe, just maybe you had this sex thing all wrong. That the few men you’d fooled around with had absolutely no idea what they were doing. Because this…this was…so good you can’t even think of an intelligent way to describe it.

Elvis straightens and pulls up onto his knees, looking utterly pleased with himself, his pretty mouth shiny with you. Slotting between your open legs, his eyes shine with arousal.

“Was that good, baby? Did you come?” he asks.

“I—was that…? Did I come? What does that—?” you stammer, barely able to string together a coherent sentence, confused by his words in your haze.

He chuckles at your floundering. “Have you never come before? Never had an orgasm, honey? That’s a damn shame,” he says, wiping his mouth with his thumb, then licking it.

You blush at your inexperience and at his gesture. “That was an orgasm? I mean, of course it was…I, well, I’ve been with men, I just—that never—Um, yes, th-that was amazing,” you babble, knowing that you must be bright red with embarrassment, but your body is so loose and warm that you almost don’t care.

He only smiles at your bashfulness and leans up into you, his mouth hovering so close to yours that you feel his warm breath on your lips and can smell yourself on them. “Well, best give you another one for good measure. Whaddya say, baby?” he whispers, your entire body tingles at attention.

All you can do is nod, almost frantically, wondering how in the world he could make that happen again and absolutely desperate for it at the same time.

It’s then that he finally kisses you and you are consumed all at once with how pillowy soft his lips are, how you can taste yourself on his lips and it feels like it should be wrong, but you sort of like it. He’s surprisingly gentle, his passion evident but controlled as he explores your mouth much in the same way he explored your pussy—soft at first, but insistent. You open to him easily, his tongue quickly finding yours and in one fell swoop, he maneuvers you onto your back on the seat, slotting his long legs between your thighs.

The gentle way his hands and lips caress your face, your neck, down to your breasts and waist has you distracted enough that you are surprised when he rolls his pelvis into yours and his excitement is particularly evident as it pokes into your belly.

It’s because of me, you think in disbelief, I’ve made Elvis Presley, of all men, aroused.

And that thought suddenly has you ravenous and bold. You reach between you two, taking his clothed but considerable length in your hand and squeezing.

Elvis groans above you, then smiles. “You eager little minx. Give you a little taste and now it’s all you can think about, huh?” he teases.

Your response is to smile back and work his length with your hand. You may not know much about the female orgasm before today, but you sure as hell are familiar with how his equipment works.

“Okay, okay,” he gasps, his eyes rolling back, “Jesus, woman, I hear ya.”

He rids himself of his suit jacket while you make quick work of his belt and buttons and zippers. Unbeknownst to you, yet completely unsurprisingly, he is wearing no underwear, so with a quick push of his slacks off his hips, he’s totally bare for you.

He’s well-endowed enough for you to be a little nervous about it which he seems to pick up on. “Don’t you worry, baby, I’ll go slow,” he whispers kindly in your ear.

You nod and respond by wrapping your hand around him and pumping his shaft, swirling your thumb gently over his foreskin and over the head of him. The beaded pre-cum slicks over the tip, eliciting a low growl from the Adonis hovering above you.

Pulling up your skirt again, you bend your knees invitingly, letting him nestle between your legs. Elvis takes a moment to kiss you roughly, nipping at your lower lip, as he coats his erection in your slick, rubbing the length of it between your already sopping and swollen folds. The tip of him brushes against your clit maddeningly as he does so, causing you to arch and keen under him.

Finally, you can stand it no longer, reaching your hand down to line him up with your entrance. He smirks above you, but the look is wiped off his face and quickly replaced with something almost akin to awe as he pushes into you slowly. Your body yearns for him in such a way that, even though you are quite tight around him, you seem to suckle him in, inch by inch. The sensation has the both of you moaning, eyes rolling back and lips parting as you join together.

“Fuck, honey. So goddamned tight for me,” he groans, and a shudder of pleasure rolls through you.

It's utterly delicious the way he slots into you so perfectly, bottoming out as you swallow him whole. He gives you a moment to adjust and relax into the heaviness of him in your body, looking down at you with what you realize are quite soulful eyes. His arousal is obvious in the way his pupils are blown, but he still looks at you with an air of reverence even though this seems to be a spontaneous and casual fuck on a train.

When he starts thrusting in and out of you, slowly at first, and with somehow perfect precision, hitting spots inside you that you didn’t know existed, you realize you’ll never be able to have sex again without comparing it to the gorgeous man above you.

Lord, you wish you could take a picture of the way he looks right now, hair mussed and sweat beading on his forehead, his plump lips parted and panting. This is the perfectly imperfect Elvis you wished to capture when you got on this train. But in this moment, he is just for you to see. You don’t want to share him with the world.

He’s patient in his approach to keep his promise, yet he doesn’t need to wait long. Your body is humming with arousal, the warmth blossoming over you as his thrusts become more pointed and deeper. The way he rolls his pelvis, then swivels it, playing with motion and depth make you realize he’s gauging every reaction you have, adjusting to what brings you closer to falling apart.

You barely recognize the sounds coming out of your mouth, feeling every hard inch of him taking over you, wanting more, more, more. Your wet heat flutters around him and he speeds his thrusts, but it’s when he brings his hand between you and rubs his thumb against your hypersensitive bud that you truly begin to fall apart.

This time, it’s more gradual, the way the heat and pressure builds. You know more of what to expect, but holy hell, he’s playing you like an instrument, making your entire body quiver with desire and need. You almost want to escape the feeling—it’s so intense, so stimulating, as he pounds into you from above, but you also never want it to stop.

“C’mon, baby, that’s my good girl,” he praises in that low Southern drawl, and that takes you up, up, up the crest of your arousal.

You pant and whine, desperate now for a release you’ve never had a taste of until now.

“That’s it, come for me now, darlin’, come on me,” he moans, working your clit faster.

That sends you flying over the edge, hitting the crest of your orgasm so hard the wind is knocked out of you, and you see white stars in the blackness of your closed eyes. You clench around him, your legs wrapped around his waist, squeezing, as though he can keep you from flying away. Body shuddering with release, you feel a gush of warmth and he’s sliding so effortlessly through you, he could split you in two and you wouldn’t even know it.

“Oh, fuck, you’re so good for me…did so good baby,” he pants, watching you come down from your high.

Elvis slows down, easing you through it, though he looks like he wants to absolutely ravage you for the way he looks at you so hungrily. He’s holding back, you can tell.

“I’m gonna pull out, baby. I-I-I—can I come on your pretty lil’ face?” he gasps, eyes begging you.

You’d be more taken aback if he hadn’t just fucked you silly. Never in a thousand years would you think to let a man claim you in such a way, but you find that you want—no, need—it. You’d let him do almost anything with you at this point.

You nod, unable to speak with how fucked out you are. Elvis pulls out of your heat and you groan at the loss of him, but he’s pulling you down to the floor and you go, bonelessly, onto your knees. Towering above you, he stands, using the remnants of your glistening release to pump his cock expertly, and the sight sends shivers through you.

“Oh, that’s it, honey. Open your mouth for me,” he pants out, tapping your chin with his finger.

You obey without question.

Elvis clasps his free hand at the back of your neck, cupping your jaw as he thrusts roughly into his other hand. “Aw, f-f-f-fuckin’ hell,” he moans loudly, and then he comes violently. Pulsing, hot streams squirt over your cheeks, your chin, and you taste the bitter tang of his salty release on your tongue.

You’ve never tasted a man before, and you’re glad the first is Elvis Presley.

He looks absolutely ethereal in his release. The way he grits his teeth and then his mouth hangs open, eyes fluttering shut and body shuddering as he paints you with him makes him even more attractive than you thought possible.

You wait, mouth still agape and covered in his seed. His bedroom eyes open and he looks down at you. “Jesus, you look so damn beautiful covered in me,” he says dreamily. “Stay just like that.”

Then, surprising you once again, he grabs your camera which had been discarded earlier, bringing it up to his face.

Snap.

He memorializes the moment.

“Swallow, baby,” he guides you, tapping your chin closed. You do, even though it makes you a little queasy because you’ve never done this before.

Snap.

“Open,” he says, pulling the camera from his face. Then, he uses his thumb and fingers to wipe your face of him, depositing the rest of his cum in your mouth. “Want ya to take it all for me,” he coos. You take it willingly, and then suckle the rest off his fingers.

“My pretty lil’ photographer,” he moans out, snapping one last shot as he pumps his fingers in your mouth. “S’good for me, you dirty girl.”

You can’t help but whine at that.

Elvis flops back down onto the seat, dark hair failing in his eyes, and pulls you into his lap. He kisses you, gently, then with more insistence as he seems to relish the taste of himself on your tongue.

“Mmm, I want copies of those photos,” he says seriously, pulling back and looking into your eyes.

You blush furiously. “Okay,” you whisper, nodding.

He lets his head fall back onto the seat and closes his eyes in refraction. After a moment, he speaks again, pulling you in close.

“And I want you to be with me in California, once we get there. Will you stay?” he asks quietly.

The way he asks so earnestly both stuns and delights you. You couldn’t say no even if you wanted to.

“I will,” you say.

Elvis smiles.

Grabbing your camera, you take one last shot of your beautiful, mind-blowing man.

Snap.

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A Fae's Sensitivity (Cafe Enchante)

Whoops I fell in love with Cafe Enchante oarkjeakjrjkea

Hello everyone! :D A little goal I have this year is to work through the backlog of visual novels on my switch (I feel like I say that every year- whoops) and recently I decided to play Cafe Enchante! :D Lemme tell you; this game is so good??? It's cozy and comforting and at times heart wrenchingly angsty (looking at you, Ignis) but it's just- AH! Y'all!!!

I started with Canus' route, so that's who this fic is dedicated to! I hope you like it! :3

Summary: It's hard to tell if a headless knight is ticklish, but Kotone and friends find a rather successful method.

“Ehehehe, stahp!”

Kotone laughed, delighted at the small squeaks Kariya let out as her fingers poked at his belly. “No way! You’re so ticklish!”

“Shut up! You are too!” With quick fingers, the younger boy managed to poke her ribs, making Kotone jump back with a squeak of her own. “See?”

“Oh it is ON!” She cried, quickly diving back in as she mostly trapped Kariya against the counter, giggling up a storm as they jabbed and poked at each other's torsos. In the background, the regulars snickered quietly to themselves.

One in particular, Canus, was watching them fondly. At least- that was what was assumed given he had no face. Flames puffed and danced with a shimmer of happy green at the sound of the pair’s fight carried over. “The cafe is lively today.”

“Pff- this is normal.” Ignis rolled his eyes in mock annoyance, the tips of his cheeks getting red when he heard Kotone squeal once more. “Oi, don’t let him beat you; you’re older than him, Kotone!”

“I’m trhihihying! Aheahha, Kahahariya!” Somehow the tables had turned, now she was pinned against the counter as Kariya squeezed her sides. “Sahhahave mehhehehe C-Cahahahanus!”

The knight startled, flames blue with surprise at his name. “Huh?”

“You heard her. Go save the princess.” Miysr teased, gesturing at the two across the way. “She needs a hero, doesn’t she?”

“Perhaps he’s nervous because he’s also ticklish?” Il mused, making everyone look his way. Even Kariya and Kotone paused their tickle fight at the statement. “Fae’s are known for being rather sensitive.”

“Wait, real-eheheahhhahahah!” Kariya’s statement was cut off as Kotone squeezed his sides, gently moving him out of the way with curious eyes. “Kotone!”

“Is this true, Canus?” She asked, returning the attention back to the knight. “Are you ticklish?”

The flames sent from blue to a growing shade of vibrant pink the longer the question hung in the air. Canus’ fingers seemed to tighten on his biceps, stiffening up at the question. Despite the body language, he didn’t radiate discomfort- just mild embarrassment. “Erm…that is to say…yes?”

“Oh, really?” Ignis and Misyr shared a look, standing up from their places as they began encircling the knight. “Sounds like you’re not entirely sure. Mind if we..test it out?”

“Ignis…Misyr..do not forget. I might not always use it, but I am quite knowledgeable. If you insist on going through with this, I will be forced to share certain facts with Miss Awaki.”

That made them both pause, Ignis’ face flushing a few shades of pink while Misyr looked nervous. Whatever it was must have been pretty detrimental to make them back off like that.

Luckily for Kotone, Canus had nothing on her the group didn’t know already.

“In that case, here I come!” She cried, running across the room and into his arms. Canus barely had a chance to respond, yelping when she grabbed his sides. “Tickle tickle tickle!”

“Mm! Hhmmhmhmhm!” Canus made a few startled noises as her fingers pressed into his ribs, shivering all over. His arms remained crossed against his chest, but they trembled with restraint. “K-Kotone!”

“Oh, I can hear you starting to laugh!” She grinned, eyes twinkling as she doubled her efforts. The pink flames seemed to bounce and dance with each shake of his body, hands knuckle white as they dug into his biceps. Still- despite her words, he was just barely cracking. For a brief moment, she wondered if he was uncomfortable.

“Keep going, Kotone- he’s smiling!” Kariya cheered from the back, vanishing any worries in an instant. “He’s fighting it, but he looks like he’s gonna break!”

“I am n-not!” Canus grunted, voice shaky. Ignis and Misyr shared another look overhead before slowly starting to smile.

“Well…technically we didn’t start this, did we Ignis?” The demon asked.

“Nope, not at all. That means his threats no longer apply.” The firewolf agreed with a devious grin. “Shall we?”

“Lets.”

Canus didn’t get a chance to defend himself, barely yelping out a “wait-” as Ignis grabbed his wrists, pulling them up and out of the way. Misyr sweeped in beside Kotone to deliver a series of scratches and scribbles against Canus’ ribs. With that, the headless knight was finally laughing.

“Pffft-gehahhahahahaha! HEheahhahahhahahammmph! Hehahahahahaha! Ceeeahahhahase this aahahaht ohohohonce!” He yelped through breathy giggles, twisting some against Ignis’ grip. “Mihihiihstyr! Kohohohohtohohohne! Gehahahhha, pleahahhahahse!”

“Oh wow- check it out! His flames are growing!” Ignis observed, grinning as he watched them rise higher than usual. “Kotone, poke him there again!”

“Okay!” She squeezed the softer parts of his stomach, watching his flames grow in height and color. His laughter seemed to increase as well. “Is this a bad spot?”

“Let me try something.” Misyr winked as he dropped a hand, squeezing Canus’ thigh. “If my hunch is correct…”

“EEH!” Canus let out a shriek of mirth, full body jerking at the touch. “MIHIHIHISYR NOHOHO!”

“Ooo, it worked! It worked- he’s really ticklish here!” Misyr laughed like a child, squeezing more. Kotone was giggling just as hard, her fingers pressing and pinching into the Knights torso with ease. Each gasp and giggle she relished, picturing Canus’ smile in her mind and what it looked like. He must have looked so happy.

Eventually, all good things must come to an end. Canus, remembering he was stronger than Ignis, pulled a hand free from its encapture. He gently tapped Kotone on the head- signaling he was done.

“Okay- enough!” She called to the boys, pulling her hands back. Misyr followed suit as Ignis released Canus’ other wrist. The knight doubled over with a few wheezy laughs as they gave him space, sharing looks of pride with one another overhead. “Canus, your laugh is so cute!”

“He’s adorable, huh? For someone so knightly.” Ignis snickered in agreement. “Don’t you think, Misyr?...Misyr?”

The purple haired demon wasn’t responding, currently doubled over with shaking shoulders. Before Kotone could ask what was wrong, he bursted into snickery laughs.

“Gehahahhaha! C-Cahahhanus, dohohohn’t! Noohohoho fahhahahair!” He cried, his own hands latched onto the Knights as he got his revenge. “Nohohohohoho!”

“I told you what would happen if you did this. Now you must accept the consequences.” Canus growled, his tone playful. His flames turned to Ignis and Kotone standing by, flickering with interest. “Ignis…Kotone…”

“Oh hell no! Not happening- run, Kotone!” Ignis cried, grabbing her and throwing her over his shoulder before taking off running. The cafe owner could only squeal in surprise before laughing, hanging on as Ignis took her from the shop. On the way out, they passed a surprised Rindo.

“What-” He began.

“RUN!” Ignis yelled out, unable to fight down the laugh. “Just run!”

“We’re fine!” Kotone called, giggling when she saw Canus round the doors. “Bye Mister Rindo!”

They could only avoid their fate for so long, but Kotone had a great time all the same.

Thanks for reading!

#Cafe enchante #tickle #tickle fic #squiggily writes the things #kotone awaki #kariya abe #canus espada #ignis carbunculus #misyr rex #brief mention of Rindo #I forgot Il I'm SORRY-#he'll get a fic soon #but yee! :D

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Ro moved to Canada for a new beginning, only to meet his fated pairs. CW: none yet, but there will be smut. MDNI **************************************** HOWL

He arrived in Deline pretty early in the morning. It was a really small place, and no matter how much he looked, he couldn't find “Punks repair and tune ups”. Ro moved to Canada as he wanted a change in his life, something new. He already got a new job in a car repair workshop.

At the very least, he saw a bakery that was open, so he bought a coffee and asked the man at the register if he knew where it could be. “Sorry to break it to you, but you gotta go deep into the forest. It's at least another ten kilometres. But all you have to do is follow the path.” Ro sighed in defeat, he only just arrived, and he was already annoyed; this feels like information that should have been mentioned. ‘At least I packed light.’ Was all he could think when he picked up his duffle bag and started walking. Everything was quiet and peaceful around him. There was still some snow left that was slowly melting away, and the thick trees started to blossom. He took a deep breath and just enjoyed the fresh air that hit his nostrils. ‘I wonder if anyone back home even noticed that I left?’ Whenever he talked about something, people would just talk over him, and most of the time, he is quiet, and then people complain that he should talk more, it annoyed him to no end.

Ro didn't know if it was because in the forest by himself, but he felt watched even though nothing was there. Just to be sure, though, he increased his speed, and soon enough, he saw a big black house. He opened the door to the garage “Hello? Is there anyone here?” He barely managed to finish that sentence when he noticed a threatening Aura appearing behind him. He slowly turned around, and his doe eyes met striking, piercing blue eyes that almost left him speechless. “Uh. Hi, I'm Ro, I'm supposed to start here today.” Ro held his arms in front of his breast and started playing with the sleeves of his grey sweatshirt. It's what he does when he is nervous or feels like he did something wrong. The tall man in front of him had long blonde hair and wore a white - blue striped mask that covered the lower part of his face, while the upper half was covered by long bangs but his eyes were so blue there was no hiding them.

“Did you lie on your resume?” He asked, looking him up and down. Ro sighed ‘Here it comes.’ Everyone had to go back to it sooner or later. “No I haven't. I'm a man, it's just I had no choice with what gender I was born.” Killer nodded in understanding “Are you hungry? There's still some minor details we have to discuss, and we can do so while eating breakfast.” The tall Blonde led Ro upstairs into the Kitchen. “You can sit over there. What do you want to eat? We have eggs, bacon, and muesli. Take your poison.” Ro sat down at 5he table like he was told, but grew quickly restless. “ I take what you are having. Are you sure I can't help with anything?” He heard a faint chuckle coming from the blonde guy, almost as if he was trying to suppress it. “Ah sorry, I'm so used to doing the food by myself in the kitchen. Yes, you can set the table and make coffee for at least four people five if you want some too. We also have juice in the fridge.” Ro quickly set the table for five people and made the coffee. Luckily, he found everything rather easy. Pancakes, the blonde dream boy, made pancakes his favourite. Ro was already drooling after him. “Name's Killer, by the way.” He quickly declared while sitting down next to him.

“I have some more questions if that's OK. First of all, I should tell you that up here is our living space. It's just me, Wire, Heat, and Kidd living here, and we still have space. In fact, I think you and Heat could share a room for now if you still need somewhere to stay. Oh, but wait, I'm sorry if this is uncomfortable, but what is your second gender?” Ro got a little nervous he actually never got tested as he never had anyone in his life caring enough about him to talk to him about second genders, but seeing how he never experienced any symptoms of a heat cycle or rut he figured that meant he was a beta. “A Beta. And no, I don't have a place to stay, so if it's OK I would like to live here. ” He tried to sound as sure as possible, but he wasn't sure if he succeeded. “Hmm. That's no problem, I expected as much. Depending on what Heat says, you either stay with him or get your own room. How much experience do you have working with cars?” Ro flinched hearing the last question because, of course, he said how experienced he was, but he couldn't pretend for much longer. “Umm, to be honest, none. I lied. I'm quick at learning though, I promise you won't regret this” Before Killer even had a chance to say anything, a huge mountain of a man sat down opposite of them and growled “But we don't have time to Babysit you. Why would we do that? You are quite useless to us, kitty.” His fiery messy hair and his pale skin that almost looked like porcelain and his captivating ember eyes. Ro was in heaven, but he had to convince him to let him stay. “Kid! At least give him a chance!” Killer did it for him though, it seems that even though Kid seems to be in charge, Killer is the mother of the group, and Noone argues his word. At least, that's what it looks like to Ro. The redhead ate his breakfast without another word and was obviously upset. To Ro, he looked like an angry chihuahua.

“Morning everyone.” A tall man with baby blue dreadlocks walked in . His face looked like a zombie, he wore an oversized sweater and a skirt. He just looked so pretty. The moment they saw each other, both of them started blushing and shyly smiled at each other. “Morning Heat. This is our new guy, Ro. He is also gonna live with us from now on. Can you share a room with him?” Killer told Heat. “Sure thing. As long as Ro doesn't mind that it's a bit messy. Alright, let's go.”

He led Ro out of the kitchen and then turned left and walked down a long hallway that was covered in black wallpaper and had wooden flooring. The black walls had posters of different bands hanging here and there. “The first door to the left is Killers room, the next room is Kidds room. Don't ever enter it, trust me on this. The last room at the end of the hall is empty, so if you ever get uncomfortable with me or need your privacy, use that room. The first room to the right is…” Before he could finish this sentence another tall man walked out of said room and his eyes immediately fell on Ro, he stared at him almost in a predatory style as if he was hunting a prey. “Hi I'm Ro. I'm the new guy.” It was hard to look at him for some reason because it felt like he would devour him if he made the wrong move. “Uh-huh. Wire.” With that, he moved past them. “Damnit! Why are you all so huge? I look like a child next to you.” Ro pouted, but he enjoyed being surrounded by so many sexy men. Heat laughed at that remark and gently patted Ro's head. “Anyway last but not least, this is our room. The bathroom is between ours and Wires room. Except for the one empty room, each room shares a bathroom with another room. I leave you to unpack. Just join us when you are ready.”

After Heat disappeared, Ro could finally focus on the room. The way Heat made it sound it was supposed to be messy, but all he saw was some loose clothing laying here and there. So the room was fairly neat. The walls were covered in painted fires, and the floor was covered in a fluffy soft black carpet. There were bookshelves on the right side of the bed. “How to safely breathe fire” and “The do's and don'ts of fire-breathing “ were among them. What he didn't see was a second bed, though. There was a king-size bed in the middle of the room. “Sharing is caring, I guess? Oh my god.” Ro could feel his heart trying to leave his chest. He just met these guys, but they showed him less hostility and less judgement than anyone has done in his life.

He felt his thoughts creeping in, and he knew if he kept thinking about this, he would cry, and he did not want to give anyone this satisfaction. His mind was racing. All his thoughts were flooding his brain, but his body dysmorphia was screaming the loudest. He hated the fact that everyone assumed he was female, he tried to cover it up by wearing sweatshirts three sizes too big, but his breasts are just too big. He could wear a binder, but he didn't want to blindly buy one as he heard that could be dangerous for rips.

His finger ran through his short maroon hair and took a deep breath. ‘Right. New beginning.’

Meanwhile, in the kitchen. “Did you guys notice that too?” A confused Heat wondered when he sat back down. “Yes!” It came in unison from the others. Everyone except Kidd, he would never admit such things out loud, nor does he believe in fated pairs. To him, his fated pair was Victoria. “He said he is a beta, though, so we have to take his word for it. Keep an eye on him, and when you are alone with him, carefully release your pheromones. Maybe he doesn't know that he is our omega.” Killer said to Heat.

#eustass kid x reader #killer x reader #heat one piece x reader #one piece x reader #wire one piece x reader #one piece fanfiction #a/b/o verse #self ship #eventual smut

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cellard0ors · 1 year

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The next night Travis finds her at the shoreline.

She's there and she has legs.

Her hair is still damp, but otherwise she's dry and she's tucked into the long grass and brush near the water's edge so as not to fully expose her nakedness.

She looks at him with accusatory blue eyes, "Did you bring clothes?"

Travis nods dumbly and draws out a dress from his pack. It belongs to his mother, so it will be big on her, but better this than nothing.

He holds it out and she takes it before shooting him a look that says he should turn around so she can have privacy. He has absolutely no trouble doing so, his whole face hot and red just from seeing her bare legs.

Even though his back is to her, he speaks, "Is Laura okay?"

"Laura?"

"As a name...can I call you Laura?"

It's quiet for a minute and he can hear the cloth of the dress ruffling before he gets a muffled, "Yeah.. Actually sounds pretty close to my actual name."

Travis grins, pleased at her response. When she gives an 'okay, you can turn around now', it's hard not to laugh, because she's pretty much swimming in the dress he managed to sneak out.

Still, she knows all about swimming and she manages to make it work as she seats herself back on the ground, "Did you bring the shiny thing?"

"The shin-?" Travis starts and then, remembering the slinky he quickly sits across from her with an, "Oh yeah!"

He pulls out the toy and hands it to her. Laura fiddles with it, clearly finding it interesting, which is fitting considering Travis finds her interesting, "So, ah - you have legs?"

Laura nods, but her attention seems fixated on the slinky, which she moves back and forth with an absorbed fascination. Travis clears his throat and she seems to pick up on the nuance of how that means she should continue.

"I do when I'm dry. All our people do."

Travis doesn't even know where to start with that one, but luckily she seems more than happy to continue as she plays with the toy, "Mers are all over the world. We inhabit all types of water. We can only turn our legs into tails in our home waters though."

"Oh! Neato!" Travis returns brightly, because it truly is. Laura just smirks, "Home waters can change too - depending on what you choose when you reach The Embarkment."

"The-?"

"It's a coming of age for us. We go through several of them. The first is after your twentieth wave, then thirtieth and so on."

Travis takes that to mean their ages and nods as if he understands, which he's pretty sure he does. Laura suddenly looks a little sad, even with her dedication to the slinky, which she's currently trying to unravel, "My mother hit her thirtieth recently...she chose to come to shore."

This gets a frown from him, confusion clear on his face, but Laura - while clearly sad - seems to like having someone to confide in, "That's why I was here a few nights ago. I was hoping she might come back."

Laura sits the toy down and looks at him sadly, "I should have known better though. She's made her choice. She'll be here for the next ten waves, then reevaluate. She might continue to choose the land. She might not. Either way..."

There's a slim shrug from her, but Travis is horrified at the implications of her words, "You're saying your mom just left?!?"

A nod and Laura looks at his pack thoughtfully, "Didn't you have other things in there?"

Travis nods and pulls out his other toys, but he feels awful. His parents might not love him, but at least they're around. They didn't just abandon him. Laura must sense his thoughts because she gives a small smile, "Don't worry. My father is still with me. He says the currents were simply too strong for her to ignore. That's all."

While Travis doesn't think that's a legitimate reason for abandoning someone's family, he is glad to hear she's not entirely alone. Especially out there, in the lake, and he looks at it in wonder - how many of her people are down there?

How many mystical and magical things are there in the world? The idea of it makes him feel light, happy - makes him feel as if what he endures at home is worth it. Because wonderful things are out there!

And the first wonderful thing he met is her and he looks at Laura with a lopsided grin, "Well, I'm sorry to hear that. But I'm glad we got to meet one another and become friends."

"Friends?" Laura blinks, "Is that what we are?"

Travis audibly swallows and suddenly feels like a real big dummy, only for her to gives him a huge grin as she reaches out to shove at one of his shoulders, "I'm kidding!"

"Y-you are?"

"Of course! We can be friends!" Laura picks up the eight ball and rolls it around in her hands, "It'll be fun! Not to mention it's good for me to learn about the land - especially if my mother ever returns."

Travis sees the logic in this, but he's more stoked at the idea of having his first ever friend. Especially one so unique and, as if sensing this, Laura suddenly looks at him, her expression very serious, "You can't tell anyone about me though. Not ever. Do you understand?"

...the only way she says it...with such serious gravity...

But Travis does understand and it's not as if he has anyone to tell anyway, so he nods and holds out one hand, "Okay! It's a deal!"

Laura looks at his hand in confusion and he sighs, "You shake it."

Laura takes his hand by the top of his fingers and shakes it. He laughs and gives a little 'Oh no, not like that! Like-?' and he shows her how they should hold one another's hands and shake.

They do so and the moment seems almost electric. Momentous in a way Travis can't describe. But it feels good, too and for the first time in a long time, Travis is happy.

Very happy indeed.

#hackearney #my writing #the quarry #travis x laura #fin

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vampyrsutton · 2 years

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LevYaku~Size Kink

Summary:

It pisses Yaku off how big Lev is, but fuck if it isn’t also a huge turn-on.

Ao3 Tags:

Size Kink, Kinktober, Kinktober 2021, Size Difference, Model Haiba Lev, Pro Volleyball Player Yaku Morisuke, Post-Time Skip, Dirty Talk, Yaku Morisuke Loves His Tall Ass BF, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Hand & Finger Kink, Sort of?, Lev Haiba Has Some LONG Fingers, But more on that later, Kitchen Sex, Counter Sex, Dom/sub Undertones, Predator/Prey, again sort of?, I Pretty Much Fell Into A Horny Daze And When I Came To This Was Done, Marking, Cum Marking

"Lev Haiba! I swear to god if you don't give me back my shirt!" Yaku yells, at this point just trying to climb the stupid laughing Russian giant.

"Awww, come on, Yaku-san. It's not that high." Lev laughs holding the shirt up over his head.

"You're like a foot taller than me with pool noodles for arms, you freaky giant! Give it back!" Yaku scoffs, managing to get his arm on his shoulders and climb his waist. "Come on! I gotta make breakfast, you ass."

"You're so cute though." Lev whines. "You don't need your shirt for that."

"I don't want grease popping on me, idiot!" The smaller growls, trying to climb higher.

"You could just wear an ap- ah! Wait, Yaku-san! You're gonna make us fa-" Lev yelps as Yaku jerks himself up hard enough to make the taller lose his balance. He's quick enough to wrap an arm around Yaku so he didn't knock his head as the other arm shoots out to catch himself.

Yaku gets knocked off of Lev's torso but manages to not get hurt beyond maybe bruising his ass a bit. "Oomph, uh nice catch…" He laughs in embarrassment.

"You okay, Yaku-san?" Lev asks, pushing himself up to look down at the smaller.

Yaku suddenly feels heat creeping up his face as he realizes Lev has him trapped and has a moment of realizing just how small he is compared to the Russian model. Lev asks again, but all that leaves Yaku is a strained squeak.

Lev looks at him in concern before realizing their position and turning the color of their old jerseys. "Ah! Sorry, Yaku-san!" He starts scrambling to get up before offering the tiny libero a hand.

Yaku sits there for a second, processing before his face turns red as he realized he has a boner, quickly taking the hand and trying to discreetly adjust his pajama pants to hide the fact. Luckily for him, Lev is seemingly oblivious as ever as he helps Yaku into the shirt he was still holding before running off to the kitchen.

"I'll go start the syrniki!" He calls back, leaving Yaku there to process and internally scream before he heads to the bathroom to deal with his problem before he helps with breakfast.

"Stupid sexy titan."

~~~

Either Yaku was losing his mind, or Lev was not as oblivious as he seemed. All week Yaku had been finding himself in situations that allowed Lev to loom over or crowd around him and make him feel small that could so easily be brushed off as accidents. It wouldn't be out of the ordinary what with the model being a collection of long- ass limbs that he didn't always have the best control over for him to trip onto Yaku or be getting cereal from the higher shelves and Yaku feel how his crotch rubs his lower back, still half-hard with morning wood or effortlessly pick him out to move him out of the way or-

Yaku cut off his train of thought, shaking his head to regain some clarity as his cheeks grew red.

Did the idiot know what he was doing?

It wasn’t uncommon for the titan to manhandle Yaku around. He was huge so sometimes it just made things easier, especially if the libero was being stubborn, but it had just been a little too frequent this week. And since when had Lev started putting his cereal up there? Was his shoelace actually untied that time? And what about-

“Uh, Yaku-san? I think that dish is dry now?” Lev chuckles, removing the now polished dish from Yaku’s much smaller- gods why were his hands so big?!- hands and putting it in the cabinet above the libero’s head without having to bend his torso or awkwardly reach at all.

“Hmm? Oh, sorry lost in thought.” Yaku mumbles absently as he stares at the wingspan of the model’s arm. Despite being noodle-like they were still the arms of an athlete and a model and could easily carry Yaku with just one of them.

“You seem to be doing that a lot, Yaku-san. Everything okay?” Lev hums, turning Yaku around to face him. He wonders if the titan notices how fully he cages him against the counter when he slouches and bends to tap their foreheads together despite what has to be a very awkward angle for the taller.

Yaku swallows the whine threatening to form in his throat. “Y-yeah, peachy.” He nods, choosing to ignore how his voice cracks.

“Are you sure?” Lev asks, mischief in his eyes that Yaku hasn’t quite caught yet. “You’ve been acting jumpy since fell on you last week? Did I scare you?” He frowns despite knowing the answer. He had felt the boner against his thigh and heard Yaku mumbling in his sleep.

‘Quite the opposite.’ Yaku thinks bitterly as he shrugs. “Must be your imagination?”

“Really? Cause I’ve been testing it all week and every time you either press back against me or stare up with me with these big eyes looking like the rabbit that got caught by the lynx? You even bared your neck when I tripped like you were begging me to mark it, Yaku-san.” Lev smirks wickedly, his face taking on the look of a predator about to devour its prey.

Yaku’s face flames red at being called out, hiding his face in the taller’s chest with a groan. “I knew you moved your cereal.”

“Oh, that one was just a happy coincidence.” The giant chuckles. “That was getting moved there anyway because someone keeps eating mine despite having his own.”

“...You said I could have some.” Yaku pouts.

“Yes, some , Yaku-san. Not eat all my marshmallows like candy.” He pouts back before shaking his head, the feline smirk returning. “But besides the point, Yaku-san. So what’s got you all flustered?”

Yaku is firmly refusing to remove his face from the other’s chest. “Don’t know.”

Lev hums. “You sure about that, Yaku-san? Was it the location? Did you by chance want me to fuck you on the counter?” There’s a whine, but not the kind Lev is looking for. “Nah, that wouldn’t make sense with him tripping, would it?” He taps the counter thoughtfully. “The position maybe?” Another strangled sound, almost. “You were making the same expression just now though? Oh, is it because you’re trapped?” He hums, smirk widening at the high-pitched whine that leaves the small libero. “Bingo! Does Yaku-san maybe like being trapped under me? Does he like being reminded of how small and helpless he is compared to his ‘beanstalk’ of a boyfriend? Like how he’s mear prey caught by the hungry Russian cat ready to devour him?”

Yaku is unable to hold back the moan that rips itself from his throat, cock already aching in his pants from the mental images alone. “N-no?” It sounds like a lie even to him.

“Oh? But I think you do, Yaku-san. You like how small you feel trapped under me. How little you are, unable to reach the cereal just because it’s up higher. How big my hands are around your waist as I move you how I please. How far my arms can stretch, knowing you’re never far from my grasp. You like how tiny I make you feel.” He hooks a finger under Yaku’s chin so lust-filled brown eyes are forced to meet amused green. “Don’t you Yaku-san?”

The libero doesn’t even try to stop the moan that leaves his mouth as he stares up at him with half-lidded eyes, red-faced and panting. “I’m not small.” He tries.

“Oh, but you are.” Lev chuckles, running his fingers through very light brown hair. “And you look even smaller compared to me.”

Yaku whimpers, leaning into the touch as he starts to give in. “So what?”

“So, it’s cute. Don’t get me wrong, I love it too. Seeing my cute little Yaku-san trapped under me, Squirming and trembling as my fingers and cock reach deep inside of him until all he can do is moan my name? Favorite thing in the world after your smile.” Lev hums, finishing on a sappy note.

Yaku can’t help the soft smile that blooms at the model’s words before he’s once again blushing when the rest sinks in. “Lev~” He whines, trying to squirm free.

“Color, chipmunk?” Lev checks, needing to know if Yaku’s actually trying to escape or just being shy.

“Green, beanpole.” Yaku whimpers, almost managing to squirm away before one of Lev’s long-ass arms cages him in again before he’s being lifted and deposited on the kitchen island before being caged once more.

“Want me to remind you what you were rubbing back against when I was oh so innocently trying to get my cereal?” Lev hums in mock innocence.

“Innocent my ass! You were rubbing your morning wood all over my back.” The libero huffs, squirming out of his shirt.

The model just chuckles, the smirk never leaving his face. “Even if I was, can you blame me? It’s amazing to see feel just how far up your back I go; how deep I reach inside of you. It’s a miracle it even fits in your tiny little body. I’m surprised you haven’t lost your mind on my cock, Yaku-san.”

Yaku moans at the dirty words, but still can’t help his sarcastic response. “You can’t actually lose your mind getting fucked, idiot. This isn’t hentai.”

“Maybe not, but you certainly sound like one when I’m stretching you out on my dick. It’s a wonder you’re still so tight.” He groans, picking up Yaku’s waist with one big hand to pull his pants off with the other. He pulls lube out of his pocket before doing the same to his own pants, revealing the half-hard cock in question. “Can’t wait to see how tight you’ll squeeze me after not fucking you all week.”

“Okay, now that I knew you were doing on purpOse! ANgh! Lev~!” Yaku’s complaint turns into a moan as Lev begins to wiggle one long finger inside, pumping it in and out slowly as he gets deeper and deeper. He keeps up a slow, agonizing pace that does not at all give Yaku what he needs even as he whines when a second finger is added. “Gods, Lev. I’m not gonna breAk! Ah~!” Lev starts tormenting his prostate in response to the smaller’s complaining.

“Are you sure about that, Yaku-san? You’re so tiny it’s hard to know for sure? Shall we test it out?” Lev goads, alternating between harshly rubbing his prostate, and spreading his fingers to work him open until he can fit a third.

The libero’s legs are trembling at this point as he starts trying to fuck himself onto the fingers, whining when Lev pulls out just to flip him over and go back in, one giant hand holding Yaku still by the back of his neck now.

“Nuh, uh, uh.” Lev tsk. “The prey doesn’t get to control things tonight. You’ll take what your giant gives you and you’ll love it. Understood?” He asks, hooking his fingers into the smaller’s prostate.

Yaku full-on moans this time, doing his best to claw at the counters. “Y-yes, sir.” He swears he hears the half-Russian growl at the title.

“I think you’re stretched enough, little rabbit.” The model growls, pulling his fingers out and smirking at the needy moan that leaves the libero as he lubes up his cock. His fingers aren’t gone for long at all before he’s slowly sinking into the man beneath him and reveling at the broken-sounding pleas and moans. Soon enough, he’s bottomed out and is just admiring the trembling boy beneath him before realizing it’s oddly quiet. He leans forward and realizes Yaku is biting his arm to stay quiet and he tsks, taking both wrists into one large hand and holding them behind the libero’s back. Yaku still sounds muffled, however so he gives one quick thrust that knocks the air out of the libero and slips the fingers of his other hand inside to free the pretty sounds he was trying to hide.

Yaku’s next moan is heard loud and clear now as Lev starts fucking into him roughly, his thrusts being the only thing keeping the smaller man on the counter as his feet dangle above the ground, swaying slightly as he’s fucked hard and deep.

Yaku moans around the fingers in his mouth, sucking the digits occasionally but otherwise just laying there to take whatever he’s given as his eyes roll back when Lev hits his sweet spot. “Ahngh~! Leb~! Dhare! Harber! Pweashe, Leb~ AHhh~!” (Lev! There! Harder! Please, Lev!) Yaku moans, drolling around the fingers holding his mouth open. He desperately wants to reach down to stroke his neglected cock, but not only does Lev still have his hands trapped behind his back, but it’s also stuck dangling behind his legs beyond the counter where he couldn’t reach any. “Leb! Pweashe! Vy Cock! Pweashe toush my cock! I’rl ve googd jusht pweashe~!” (Lev! Please! My cock! Please touch my cock! I’ll be good just please!) He whines, desperately begging around the fingers in his mouth as the giant fucks deep inside of him.

Lev chuckles darkly, moving his fingers a bit so Yaku chokes on them before giving in to what the other needs, reaching down between the libero’s legs and smirking at the moan that leaves his obediently parted lips, never once breaking his rhythm.

Yaku moans loudly, eyes rolling back in his head and it’s not long before he’s cumming all over the side of the kitchen island, sagging pathetically when he’s done.

Except, he’s not.

He whines in sensitivity as the titan inside of him continues pounding into him like he didn’t just cum his brains out and he can’t even move to escape, arms still trapped behind his back. “Lev! Please! Too much! Lev, cum, please~!” He babbles, hoping he’ll finish soon.

“Color?” Lev checks, perfectly fine with just fucking Yaku’s thighs if it’s genuinely too much.

“Green!” He answers without hesitation. “Just please hurry!” He whimpers, clenching around the length and girth splitting him open.

Lev grunts, letting go of Yaku’s hands to wrap one arm around his chest and one hand around his throat to hold him up but not choke him as he lets gravity drop him onto his cock over and over as he fucks up into him.

Yaku screams as the new position lets Lev fuck into him even deeper and he sees stars start dancing in his vision as his dick does its best to get hard again. He claws at the arm around his chest each time that big cock inside him brushes his prostate, and if he didn’t know any better he would swear he’d be able to feel the head of it through his stomach if he tried. The mere thought of it makes him moan loudly as he’s brought back to full-if not sensitive-hardness with Lev not once breaking rhythm.

This doesn’t last much longer, however, as soon Lev’s thrusts are growing erratic and his breathing heavier until he eventually cries out his boyfriend’s name. “Yaku!” Lev moans loudly before biting into the smaller mand’s shoulder and cumming deep inside.

Yaku’s eyes roll back as the combined feeling of the bite and being filled send him over the edge a second time and he falls limp in Lev’s arms.

Eventually, Lev lays him back on the counter to pull out and smirks slightly at his work. He swipes his thumb over Yaku’s still twitching hole that hasn’t quite figured out it’s allowed to close and chuckles at the shudder that runs through Yaku.

“Think you can stand, Yaku-san?” He asks, sounding sweet enough despite his smirk widening. He knows the answer, he just knows the other is too stubborn to admit it.

Yaku proves him right as he pushes himself up to slide off the counter and rest his feet on the ground, trying to hide that it’s entirely his upper body keeping him standing. He can’t hide the moan, however, that slips from his mouth when he feels something slide down his thigh and realizes it’s Levs cum. He’s sure if he looked in the mirror right now he really would look like the prey Lev compared him to early, completely ravaged, claimed, and marked in every way from the bite marks on his skin to the cum dripping from his ass, the way he can still feel Lev’s huge cock hollowing out his insides. The more he thinks about it the weaker his legs feel and he almost wonders if he can just convince the giant to just use him ‘til the half-Russian gives out.

“Yaku-san?” Lev prompts again, casually scooping up some of the cum and shoving it back inside.

Yaku whimpers, head falling into his arms as those fingers stuff it unnecessarily deep inside. “Leeev~!”

“Can you stand?” He prods again.

Yaku gives a frustrated growl, pushing off the counter and immediately falling to his knees when his legs give out. Or, at least he would have if Lev didn’t already anticipate this and was there to catch him.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk. So stubborn, Yaku-san.” Lev chuckles, cradling him close.

“Shut up, beanpole.” The tiny libero mutters, thumping his head on Lev’s chest. “Just because you were right, doesn’t mean you get to gloat.

“Mmm, but I think it does, Yaku-san.” The giant hums, heading for their room.

“I’ll kick you,” Yaku grumbles emptily, knowing he wouldn’t even if he could.

“I’ll just pin you down again, and fuck you in to your place,” Lev growls, watching lust fill the libero’s eyes once more.

“Lev, I swear to god I am this close,” he holds his pointer and thumb together, “to telling you to fuck me until you pass out. Knock it off.” He growls back, knowing full well that would only be damning himself as he would pass out long before the energetic half-Russian.

“Mmm, I think that can be arranged,” Lev smirks, closing the bedroom door behind him.

Yaku gets one look at himself in the closet mirror, and his mind is made up. “Fuck me stupid.”

“As you wish.” Lev laughs, laying the libero on the bed.

He was in for a long night.

#levyaku #lev habia #yaku morisuke #haikyū!!#haikyuu!!#haikyuu!! smut #lev x yaku #kinktober #kinktober 2021

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angel-bitch-boy · 10 months

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Stressed!

I get sick and go to the clinic after it last for over a week only to find out my job never registered me for insurance even though I picked out an insurance plan (with witnesses??? My coworker literally helped me fill it out so I should? have had insurance?) Last night my cat gets attacked by a dog and I fuck up my hands trying to save him (can't go to the clinic because...no insurance. Luckily my cat was okay, managed to get to them pretty quickly no damage besides trauma for the both of us) Then my bank calls to tell me I have card fraud and someone's trying to use my card number, informs me they won't let the charge go through, then let the charge go through anyways? So I call and they say since it's a debit card I have to see if the gas station it got used at itself will refund me or dispute it with Visa?!?!?!! ah! bad luck to the max! Also my hands really hurt! Send me good vibes I guess because your boy is officially beat up and broke!

#grrrr #so annoying!#I understand why wolfwood smokes now #could be worse?#knocking on wood #zero rambles

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leafdottxt · 1 year

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randomized danganronpa fics day 2

Makoto Naegi - Nekomaru Nidai (1702 words) [A bit happier with this one, still no chance to edit since I ran out of time so I'm just posting it raw - regardless, all feedback is appreciated and I hope you like it <3]

In a high-end academy like Hope’s Peak, with top notch facilities and an entire building dedicated to fitness, one would think Makoto would make the most of his time here and use all of the incredible resources at his disposal. Yet, when it came time for Makoto to begin his newly desired exercise regiment, he found himself gravitating towards the Old School Building, the now obsolete building that was previously the entirety of Hope’s Peak Academy, before its expansion alongside the introduction of the Reserve Course.

Makoto often preferred avoiding the more crowded facilities, if he could - not that he was antisocial by any stretch of the imagination, but distractions had a way of springing up on him the more that other people were around. For his first day of trying to build good habits that he would hopefully carry for the rest of his life… it was better to minimize the chances of unforeseen circumstances.

It was only when he arrived at the boy’s locker room that he realized what it was he was missing out on by going off alone. Gazing around at the equipment available to him as he gingerly shut the door behind him, Makoto very suddenly felt out of place. Weights he wasn’t sure he could lift, a punching bag that could probably beat him in a fight… It had been very easy to tell himself he wanted to start working out, but he quickly realized that he didn’t really know what that meant.

Well… every journey begins with a single step, he told himself, as he began swapping to the more athletic clothes he’d brought along with him. Now just where would that first step be… Makoto stared back at the punching bag, almost finding its presence amusing, and bumped a fist against it - it wasn’t meant to be a punch, and certainly didn’t qualify as one, but one feel of its weight and surface was all he needed to confirm that this was not the way forward.

Maybe the weights? There were a few dumbbells still here, so he reached for the middle-sized one. Once more, he was immediately discouraged upon feeling its weight; if this was the middle, he had a long way to go. Still, he had seen someone do a curl before, and managed a very shaky one before dropping it back down with a clang! As much as he wanted to be stubborn and try for at least two, it wasn’t a good idea to hurt himself all the way out here.

Next on the list… Well, there was a pull-up bar. How hard could that be? Makoto himself was pretty light, he reasoned, cautiously approaching as he stretched upwards, only just able to reach it and get a decent grip. After a moment’s hesitation, Makoto lifted his feet, feeling the full of his weight become his hands’ responsibility… and it wasn’t terrible! At the very least, the act of hanging off of the bar wasn’t that straining, which meant he could at least handle his body weight. Emboldened, he then tried to lift upwards, only to immediately see where the difficulty came from - moving his body weight was completely different from holding it. Makoto realized that trying to start on his own had likely been a mistake. He let out a tired sigh as his arms relaxed, trying to clear the doubt from his head in preparation for another attempt, only for a sudden noise to send a jolt through his whole body, causing him to let go of the bar and fall to the ground, luckily landing on the mats.

“Gahahaha, what an excellent surprise,” came a loud, boisterous voice that immediately decimated the somber atmosphere Makoto had begun producing. “Didn’t mean to startle you, stranger. Go ahead and get back to it, I won’t be in your way.”

This guy was… massive. He had to be three times Makoto’s size. The only other person he’d seen with muscles like that was his classmate, Sakura Oogami… “Ah, it’s okay, I was just finishing up anyways,” Makoto lied as he got to his feet, resolved to take his leave now. He’d already embarrassed himself enough without anyone around, the last thing he wanted was this guy to judge his pathetic lack of strength.

“Finishing up, huh?” The large man squinted down at Makoto, crossing his arms. “But how can that be? You couldn’t have been here longer than twenty minutes.”

“Wh-what?” Makoto was more surprised that the guy even cared, but it wasn’t like he could prove otherwise. “Why do you think that?”

“Because,” the booming voice began, followed by a large hand pointing accusingly right at Makoto. “I usually show up here the moment the courtyard gates open, but today I had some business to take care of first, so I was running a little behind. Which means, you must have just gotten here too.”

…Makoto had no idea the courtyard gates were on a schedule, although he did know they were off limits from dusk ‘til dawn.

“Well… yeah, you’re right,” Makoto admitted with a sigh. Was he about to get mocked for his low stamina? Much to his surprise, however, the man seemed to pick up on Makoto’s defeated posture, and took a seat on the bench beside the lockers.

“You’ve barely even broken a sweat,” the man noted. “Whatever your reasons for leaving, you should just be honest. If you’d like me to leave so you can train by yourself, I can just come back later.”

“I-It’s not that,” Makoto hurriedly insisted, even if the man’s presence had been the straw that broke the camel’s back for him. “I just… didn’t really know what to do.”

“Hmm.. A beginner, huh? Excuse me for a moment.” Without any other warning, the strange man stood up and stepped towards Makoto, reaching out and feeling for a few of his muscles, while the smaller boy stammered the beginnings of a protest. However, the man had gotten all he needed within a few seconds and took a step back, giving a hearty, boisterous laugh.

“You’ve never exercised a day in your life, have you?” Without waiting for an answer, the man took up a serious expression again. “You’re pretty determined to come out here on your own and try to get a routine started, but it takes a little more than guts to make a change like that. Be honest with me…” He crouched down to eye level with Makoto, lowering his voice as if to imply subtlety, yet his natural volume meant it was still loud. “...Are you doing this to impress a… special someone?”

“Wh-what?! N-no, I-” “Excellent! No determination is more fickle than teenage love.” He clapped Makoto on the back, almost knocking the air out of him, and stuck out his other hand towards Makoto’s chest. “My name’s Nekomaru Nidai, the Super High-School Level Coach!”

Unsure of what was happening, Makoto awkwardly took the hand and shook.

“I’m… Makoto Naegi.”

“That’s a good name! You should say it with more confidence!” Nekomaru had regained all of his prior intensity, which seemed to spur Makoto to action.

“I’m Makoto Naegi!!”

“SPLENDID!” He clapped Makoto on the back again no less forcefully than before. “Now, listen up Naegi. It takes spirit to want to start building up your body. Without spirit, you won’t accomplish anything, but it takes more than just high hopes to see results! You gotta know how to get it. So, Makoto Naegi…” Now he was gripping Makoto by the shoulders. “Tell me what you’re after, and to reward your spirit, I’ll make sure you get there!”

This guy was… kind of ridiculous, Makoto thought to himself. But, at the very least, he needed to give him a serious answer if he was going to be helpful.

“Well… to be honest, I’m not sure. I was hoping to be able to get a little stronger, but now that I’m here I don’t even know what that means.”

“Hmm…” Nekomaru crossed his arms, appearing to be deep in thought for a few moments as he stared down at Makoto. “You don’t seem to have any particular setbacks in building muscle, you’re just a little small by nature. Scrawny, but not underweight - you could fill out with some muscles with even the most basic routine.”

Makoto chuckled nervously at the prospect. “I don’t need to get, like, ripped or anything. Just, you know… maybe some more arm strength would be good for carrying stuff.”

“Carrying stuff, huh? Even in everyday life, lifting isn’t as simple as it seems - there’s more than just your arm muscles involved. If you only train one part of your body, the rest won’t be able to keep up,” Nekomaru declared, shaking his head. “I’ll design you a regiment that builds your overall body strength, so you have a foundation to build on later if you choose.”

“A foundation…” Makoto echoed his words, processing the concept - everything he was saying made sense, at least.

“That’s RIGHT!” The sudden energy in Nekomaru’s voice caused Makoto to jump. “Like I said, Naegi… It's good that you want to get stronger. Some people don’t even make it that far. Even natural prodigies won’t put in the effort…” Nekomaru clenched his fist, but before Makoto could even begin to wonder why he seemed so grave, he continued. “Without determination, natural talent is meaningless! There are no prodigies of self-improvement, understand?” “I… I think so.” Makoto nodded, his expression turning thoughtful as he tossed this concept around in his head. Even if… he wasn’t sure what it had to do with him, Nekomaru seemed too serious about it to disregard.

“SPLENDID!” Makoto jumped again when Nekomaru’s voice boomed, and the third clap on the back didn’t help. “Now that you’ve resolved to do something difficult, you’ve already proven you can do difficult things. With that in mind, I have no intention of going easy on you!”

Internally, Makoto felt his heart drop at those words, but something about Nekomaru’s words caused him to give an entirely different reaction on the outside, and he found himself smiling, even if it wasn’t all that confident.

“Heh… well, bring it on!”

#danganronpa #makoto naegi #nekomaru nidai

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