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kevcanwait · 3 months

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His bed hasn't looked comfier than it did after a day with barely any breaks but he didn't want to stop, so instead of falling onto his bed, he sits at his desk.

Opening his laptop, the blinding light stings his eyes as he starts working again. Nothing exact, jumping from project to project but eventually, about an hour later, his focus is broken by a knock at his door and it opening a moment later.

"Chan, why you still up?" "O-oh, I...editing." He answered honestly as his manager, Mn, sighed and gave him a soft smile. "Don't stay up much longer." "I won't, Mn-nim"

When he left, Chan sighs and closes his laptop, the thought of the familiar comfort of his bed extremely tempting as he changed out of his clothes and got in bed, his soft comforter was warm and comfortable, surprisingly lulling him to sleep quickly.

"Good boy, Channie, that's it."

His body ran warm, squirming around his bed as he pants and whines, his blankets eventually end up off his body. Only being half awake, he didn't realize he had rolled onto his stomach and started grinding into the mattress, his noises completely ignored by himself. They were quiet, but someone in the living room heard.

Mn didn't mean to fall asleep at the boys dorm, he does have his own place but he only meant to stay an hour extra to make sure Jisung was okay since he had a cold. Mn sat up on the couch, leaning on his elbow as he tries to gauge if the noise he heard was worth checking or one of the boys was just using the bathroom. His tie askew and shirt unbuttoned at the first button, his hair ruffed up even more as he dragged his hand through his hair and rubbed his eyes to wake up a bit more.

When he heard a faint whine and cry, he sat up and made his way to the bedrooms, catching the sound from Chan's room. He must be having a nightmare, poor guy Mn thought as he cracked the door open, seeing Chan with his blankets thrown about and crying, nothing else, but when he stepped further in he heard Chan whimper his name followed by a moan, Shit was Mn's first thought as he flushed and turned around but he stopped. He felt wrong standing there, listening to his whimpers but Chan almost sounded in pain, desperate.

Mn sighs again, taking a deep breath before willing himself to ignore the noises and wake Chan up. He's their manager and he's always there to help, would it be wrong to...help Chan?

It took a simple shake of his shoulder and the male woke up, gasping softly before he shot up and over to the other side of his bed as he pulled his blanket over him. "Hey, Chan, it's okay. Just me." "What-" Chan flushed and was suddenly aware of his soiled boxers and his painful hard on. "U-Um, W-What are you still doing here?" "Was making sure Jisung was okay but I ended up falling asleep on the couch. You...You sounded like you were having a nightmare, you okay?" Mn knew better but he didn't want to further embarrass the male. "Y-yeah, I'm fine."

Mn thought to just walk out and let Chan be but Chan sounded like he really needed this release. "Chan, outside of idol necessities, I help you and the boys whenever I can." He sat down on the edge of the bed, still leaving space between him and the other. "I know you weren't having a nightmare." "Mn-nim, I-I'm sorry, I-I know it's wrong-" "Hush, I was gonna offer to help you relax." "Y-you...r-really?" "Yeah. I'll go at your pace and whenever you say stop, I'll stop. No matter what."

Chan was desperate and honestly, he thought his manager was hot, like how is he a manager and not an idol or model?

He slides closer to Mn slowly. "Help me, sir, please." Mn nods, raising a hand to place it on the side of Chan's face and pull him closer, leaning in and placing his lips on Chan's plump ones. It was experimental, soft and gentle before Chan leaned forward more, the kiss becoming firmer as Chan's left hand reached out and gripped Mn's dress shirt.

Mn noticed Chan trying to get closer and moved his hand on Chan's face to his thigh, gripping it as he pulls it to have Chan straddle him, his other hand moving to the males other thigh as he draped his arms over Mn's shoulders. Mn slid his hands up Chan's thighs and held his hips, guiding him through a gentle rhythm over his lap and helping him grind down onto his lap.

"S-Sir, I-I need more, please. Please..." Chan said softly when he pulled back, panting over Mn's lips. "No need to beg, Channie, I'll give you more." He moved to put Chan on his back before settling between his legs, unbuttoning the rest of his shirt before taking off his tie and throwing it aside before going to remove his pants and shirt but Chan stopped him. "C-Can you keep this on for a little while?" Mn smiled. "Yeah." He answered before leaning down a capturing the males lips in a firm kiss again.

His right hand glides down his body, teasing his nipple before sliding further down, his touch leaving behind goosebumps with how light it is before the hand lightly strokes Chan through his boxers, causing him to moan into the kiss letting Mn slip his tongue past his lips, licking into his mouth and drawing more addictive noises from Chan, he wants to hear them out loud. Maybe another day, but he won't keep his hopes up.

His finger slips past Chan's waist band, tugging at it before pulling away from Chan to sit back. "Be quiet now." Chan nods with a whine as Mn lifts his hips up to pull his boxers down and off to toss them away, his following shortly after. "Please, I-I want to feel full, sir, please, it hurts." Chan pleads quietly as he reaches out for Mn. "Chan, I'm gonna have to stretch you first." "No, please, it hurts." Chan's dick was heavily leaking precum, the tip angry as it twitched on his stomach.

"Channie wants to cum?" "Yes, please, Sir. Hurts so much, I wanna cum." "But it'll hurt more it if I don't, baby. Just a little?" Chan whines, throwing his head back as he squirms under Mn. "Channie, be good will you? The faster I stretch you, the faster I can fuck you." The moan Chan was quick to muffle outdid any porn moan, the rest of it muffled into the back of his hand. "Like that, huh? Wanna be a good boy?" Chan nods with teary eyes as Mn's hand moved to Chan's mouth, replacing Chan's palm with his fingers.

"You're such a good boy, Channie. Always looking out for the boys and being the best leader ever, I'm honestly so proud of you, Channie, so proud." Chan keens at the praise, hips bucking up to find friction. "Settle, baby." Mn uses his left hand to hold Chan's hips down as he pulls his fingers from his mouth. His hand moves to Chan's hole, teasing it with his middle finger before pressing gently, soon enough being able to push his other finger in, scissoring Chan's hole gently while kissing along his neck.

"S-Sir, please..." Chan whispered desperately, hands gripping Mn's bicep and the pillow below his head. "Okay, Okay." He slowly pulled his fingers out, moving to stroke himself a little to use his own precum and remaining saliva over his cock before pressing his tip against his hole. "S-sir, k-kiss..." "hm, loud one, aren't you?" Mn teased before leaning down and kissing Chan deeply as he pushed into Chan. Immediately pulling a long moan out of Chan which Mn swallowed greedily, although he'd like to hear Chan's noises, he still accepted the muffled noises as he groans roughly into Chan's mouth in return at the male's tightness. Pulling back slightly, Chan's moans escape and Mn shushes him. "Channie, baby, need you to relax. You're a bit too tight to keep going, precious."

He leans his head back with a soft mewl as he tries to relax. The gentle stretch was intoxicating and he wanted more, breathing slowly and focusing on Mn kissing down his neck again and Mn gently squeezing and massaging his hips and waist. "That's it, Channie, thats it. You feel so good, so warm." Eventually, Mn was fully inside Chan, letting him adjust and coaxing him to slow his breathing. "Chan, slow down, I'm here, it's okay." Mn hovers over Chan, his left hand next to Chan's head as the other gently brushed through his hair, moving sweaty strands from his forehead before his hand rests on the side of Chan's face and his thumb rubs over his cheek.

"M-Move, Please, M-more..." Mn gently pulls back until just the tip is in Chan before thrusting back in, starting a slow pace. Mn grips Chan's thigh, squeezing it before moving it up to Chan's chest and doing the same to the other. The new angle let Mn fuck deeper into Chan as he leaned down to silence Chan with a firm kiss.

Mn pulled back and looked down to where he's connected to Chan, a breathy moan falling from his lip when Chan squeezes around him. He slows down, stopping when he's fully buried in Chan. "Fuck, you feel so good, Channie. So fucking good." "Please move again, please." Mn did so, leaning back down to kiss Chan again before he thrusted into Chan quickly, hitting his prostate constantly and pushing Chan further to the edge.

"S-sir, g-gonna...hng~ Please don't stop, g-gonna c-cum." "I won't stop, baby, don't worry." Mn reaches down and strokes Chan at the same pace as his thrusts. "Mn, c-cumming, ah!" A silent moan and Chan cums on Mn's hand and his own stomach. "Good boy, there you go~" Mn went to pull out when Chan gripped the collar of his shirt to pull him down. "Y-You have to cum. K-Keep going." "Chan-" "Please, I-I wanna feel full." "Want me to cum inside, huh? Wanna feel my cum fill your hole?" "Y-Yes, please." Mn began fucking into Chan again, overstimulating him but Chan loved the feeling, kissing Mn and clenching around him, wanting to push Mn over the edge. "Fuck, keep squeezing around me like that and I'll cum." "That's what I want, sir."

With another squeeze and a deep thrust, Mn fills Chan, coating his walls with small thrusts as he leans back, watching his cock sink impossibly further into Chan before he slowly pulls out, pumping himself a few time causing a few spurts of cum to coat his ass as the majority of his cum drips out of Chan's hole. He uses his thumb to scoop some cum up before inserting it into the tight ring, Chan jolting at the feeling and releasing a soft moan.

Mn snaps out of his daze and looks up to Chan's reddened face. "Will you let me go get a cleaning rag?" Mn asked, gesturing to Chan's legs wrapped around his waist. "No..." He said quietly before letting him go.

Mn stood, removing his shirt and blindly searching for his boxers before tiptoeing out of the room to the bathroom to get a warm rag. He cleans himself before heading back to the room only to be met with Hyunjin. "Mn-nim? Why are you still here?" He mutters sleepily, rubbing some sleep out of his eyes. "Um, was making sure Jisung was okay and I dozed off on the couch." "Why are you only in boxers?" "I-I only sleep with boxers?" "Whatever, I'm too tired and just need to pee." Hyunjin walked past him and into the bathroom as Mn exhales and walks back to Chan's room.

He crawled back into Chan's bed, gently cleaning him up before grabbing his boxers and sliding them back onto him. He covers him up, straightening the blanket out at the same time before leaning down and kissing his forehead before moving to collect his own clothes and go home before Chan grabbed his wrist. "Please stay, sir." Mn contemplates for a moment before sliding next to Chan under his blankets. Chan clung to Mn, burying his face into his neck and wrapping his arms around Mn's waist as Mn wrapped an arm around Chan's shoulders and waist.

A few minutes later, Chan's door opens and Mn turns his head to see who it was, Chan passed out already. "Mn-nim, if theres a next time, try a little harder to be quiet." Hyunjin whispers into the darkness before retreating and closing the door. Mn sighs with a smile before turning his head back to lay on the pillow, following Chan into the world of slumber shortly after.

Comments and feedback are appreciated, I hope you like this little blurb I thought of.

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solitus17utopia · 5 months

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"I had a right to die, a right to live, — i want to rip the stars to shreds,"

Ever since the disbanding of the High-Cloud Quintet, everyone has walked their own separate and distinctive paths. Well, nearly everyone. They remained, sulking in the sin of wrath, just like a former friend, they'd harden and crush anyone who breathed their way on the wrong day. Which was once the opposite.

pronouns — they/them, you.

genre — reunited after a separation; the reader was a healer in the high-cloud quintet.

c.warnings — blood mentions, violence mentions, et cetera.

✧ Jing Yuan. — with the unexpected you.

A once easy-going one they were, but time and violence take a toll on someone, even if their soul may be freshly sanguine. It happened to all of his friends, excluding him. But, one that he couldn't expect was you to be the one who'd fallen victim, even if he knew it may happen one day or the other.

So, when he sees you once more, now puriel and a part of an organisation with nefarious rumours surrounding it, he fails to believe those once bright eyes, regardless of colour, that shone like the heavens, now tracking down every target their eyes laid upon in the battlefield mercilessly, he didn't know whether to applaud your new-found prowess or wallow in pity for the change.

But, as blood-thirsty as you may seem, you spare any willowed short-lived species a batted eye to help them, no matter how intimidating they find you. Or that one time, when his youngest lieutenant had wounded himself in a barren land, you practised your faculty of a healer after decades and more.

Lest know, the boy's wariness managed to get a dry chuckle out of your scarred body; Yanqing wouldn't forget the General's usual amusement, which clashed with a type of sentimentality, creating a solemn look on Jing Yuan's face.

As distant as you have grown, you've not forgotten general courtesy, excluding the fact your weaponry bats no eye for the one gotten on the wrong side of it.

Slowly, but surely, Jing Yuan manages to break that chilling barrier of yours, just like the first few times they met your skittish self centuries ago. Sure, the General of the Cloud Knights was bonding with a Stellaron Hunter, what's the worst that could happen? Well, nothing if no one finds out. Fortunately for the General, his little ball of energy (see: the youngest lieutenant, Yanqing.) is a loyal one, if he ever finds out the two having tea alone in the middle of a courtyard at the General's house. Or, of the numerous times, Fu Xuan has sent an especially, irritated glare at him for neglecting his work just to spend time with an 'old friend'. Nonetheless, the two know Fu Xuan means no ill intentions.

Regardless, Jing Yuan is more than deprived of his melancholia now, especially if you decide to stay with him, even if the time spent together is just short, he's glad to be your friend once more. And more, if you allow him that is.

The General and a Stellaron Hunter. Citizens of the Xianzhou Luofu would have spread ludicrous rumours flooding the streets, but fortunately for the pair, the people's creeping eyes were sealed off by the barriers of the General's own courtyard.

The flaps of birds echoed pleasantly throughout the large area of land dressed with long strips of pastel grass. Quiet sips of the china tea cups were being taken occasionally as the General's aureate eyes gazed over your own. Despite the numerous scars inflicted throughout the time of your existence, here you were, half-lidded eyes gazing at the General with an undecipherable look

Softly, a chuckle would leave Jing Yuan's lips at the silent, indirect grumbling that left your body at the way he took another one of your chess pieces with ease. A sigh leaving your lips, you look up at him once more.

"It seems you have been undefeated in chess as ever," They would murmur, seemingly a bit bemused at the smirk resembling a cheshire cat's on Jing Yuan's lips.

"As ever. Why, you've been great at healing as ever, too," a retort makes its way out of his throat with ease, with the intent of getting an abashed look out of you. Yet, a snort does only, and the two continue their afternoon banter, with the chirp of finches in the background serving as a remedy for chaos, supporting peace of mind.

Despite the tiny bubble of the world, it is only temporary; yet, one would learn with time to enjoy the short-lasting memories in life rather than regret and live with contempt.

— alex's comments on this matter : i apologise if my uploads are rather haphazard and lazy, i will try my best to post every now and then. to the ones requesting, i will try to finish it as swiftly as i can think but my ideas just type out faster as i have a more thorough grasp of it. i may or may not write a wriothesley related fanfic/drabble, who knows...

#⧼ ✣ ⧽ TO THE MANAGEMENT DEPARTMENT #⧼ ✣ ⧽ FOREIGN AFFIRMATION RECOGNITION.#honkai star rail #hsr #hsr x reader #hsr headcannons #honkai star rail headcannons #high-cloud quintet #jing yuan x reader #jingyuan x reader #xianzhou luofu #jing yuan x gender neutral reader #jing yuan x male reader #jing yuan x female reader #jing yuan headcannons #jing yuan fanfics #hoyoverse

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moonshine-nightlight · 1 year

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Nothing's Wrong with Dale: Part Twenty-One

It’s been a week, but you’re fairly certain your fiancé accidentally got himself replaced by an eldritch being from the Depths. Deciding that he’s certainly not worse than your original fiancé, you endeavor to keep the engagement and his new non-human state to yourself.

However, this might prove harder than you originally thought.

Fantasy, arranged marriage, malemonsterxfemalereader, M/F

AO3: Nothing's Wrong with Dale Chapter 21

[Part One][Part Two] [Part Three] [Part Four] [Part Five] [Part Six] [Part Seven] [Part Seven.5] [Part Eight] [Part Nine] [Part Ten] [Part Eleven] [Part Twelve] [Part Thirteen] [Part Fourteen] [Part Fifteen] [Part Sixteen] [Part Seventeen] [Part Eighteen] [Part Nineteen] [Part Twenty] Part Twenty-One [Part Twenty-Two] [Part Twenty-Three][Part Twenty-Four] [Part Twenty-Five] [Part Twenty-Six] [Part Twenty-Seven] [Part Twenty-Eight] [Part Twenty-Nine] [Part Thirty] [Part Thirty-One] [Part Thirty-Two] [Part Thirty-Three] [Part Thirty-Four]

You barely contain a sigh of relief as you sit down next to Grandmother.

Perhaps yesterday’s gala’s events were more mentally taxing as you tried to keep Dale’s hands out of sight long enough for the detection colors from Dr. Louisa’s gloves to fade—not to mention the conversation preceding that mess—but today was tiring in an entirely different manner. You’ve been kept on your feet nearly the entire day and you are exhausted. Between inspecting various buildings all over the city for hours to start with and an evening spent dancing, you want nothing more than to be still.

Some of that sentiment must still be evident from your facial expression as Grandmother reaches over to pat your hand. “Have you been enjoying the dancing, dear?”

“Yes, Grandmother, but I believe I am finished for the night,” you reply and she smiles.

“I am glad you have been taking advantage of the vigors of youth while you have them,” Grandmother says. She looks over to where Grandfather is sitting and talking to a musician across the room. “Would that we were able to still dance as you do. Alas, all we have to show for our years are aching joints and lovely children.” She winks at you.

You smile back and gratefully accept the water glass your maid pours for you with a murmured thanks. While you rest, Grandmother bids good night to a number of said children and grandchildren, leaving you longing to follow them. Yours and Dale’s roles as the guests of honor make it unclear when exactly it is socially acceptable for you to depart. You’ve often been staying at least as long as Grandmother and Grandfather, if not an hour beyond them so as to ensure you spoke to all guests and showed your hosts proper respect.

You truly hope that will not be the case tonight because you’re not sure you’ll make it that late.

Dale joins you with Francesca and Charles, his cousins, who then depart themselves having sent their children up with a maid hours ago. Dale sits next to you but talks primarily with Grandmother, chatting about the others he’s been speaking to while you resist the urge to fall asleep in your chair.

A few moments later Dale says your name, rousing you. Straightening, you find you’ve indeed ended up leaning quite heavily against the back and side of your chair closest to him. Heat warms your face at practically falling asleep against Dale at a gala. “Yes?”

“Do you wish to retire for the evening?” Dale asks, his expression kind and nonjudgmental. You can hear the offer to retire as well and are grateful for it.

“I know that it is not as late as some nights have been,” you say, unable to keep from feeling somewhat defensive—after all it wasn’t even midnight yet, though it was close. “But it has been a long day. I am ready for sleep.”

“I agree,” Dale replies easily, he reaches down and squeezes your hand where it sits on the arm rest closest to him. “And we have plenty of errands to run tomorrow.”

He’s right. There are no balls or galas tomorrow. Instead you’ll be taking advantage of the time in the city to inspect the progress on the completion of various wedding clothing, decorations, food and so on to be sent on ahead to the estate. In fact, the only social event is a small dinner at the mayor’s home in the evening which is fine with you.

Besides, there’s another reason you want to be well rested for tomorrow. That had been the day marked “SECRETS” on the astrologer’s calendar. You still have no notion as to what that could mean, however, you do expect that you should be well rested for whatever it turns out to be.

“If you young ones are all already turning in, then I shall too,” Grandmother announces. “Dale, your aid, my boy.”

Dale is nearly already standing up to walk over to his Grandmother’s side, picking up her cane along with his own. You try to perk up enough to be helpful, finishing off your drink and supporting Grandmother’s other arm as she gets to her feet.

Grandmother’s maid is sent ahead to prepare her rooms, while the three of you, in addition to your own maid, begin to make your way to the guest quarters you’ve occupied this week in the Governor’s home. You’re grateful he’s allowed you to have an entire, if smaller, wing to yourselves. Such privacy means that any continuing festivities don’t upset your sleep, which given how busy these days have been, is critical.

You’ve made it halfway across the room when Grandfather walks over to you at a pace too quick for how tiring a day this has been, even if he hasn’t danced as much as you have. “Dale, there you are,” he looks triumphant as he continues, “Marquis Tiffin has finally stopped occupying Duke Yoral’s sole attention. You wished to speak to him, did you not?”

Dale’s eyes light up—only metaphorically—before he turns to you and Grandmother. “I did, however…”

“If you wish to stay, dear, do not let us steal you away too soon,” Grandmother says. “You’re a good lad, wanting to accompany me back to my rooms, but your fiance will be help enough. Enjoy yourself.”

“Yes,” you encourage him. “I know you had been attempting to talk to him all evening.” This Duke was the brother of a friend of his from abroad and he wanted to discuss sourcing certain ingredients for more foreign meals with him, in addition to comparing general travel stories as he had helped Dale’s group plan their trip.

“Thank you,” Dale replies with a grin at you both. After resettling Grandmother’s hold to your arm instead of his, he turns to Grandfather, “Are you sure you want to join us? Perhaps even the discussion of certain spices might cause your cough to come back.”

Grandfather elbows Dale in response to his teasing, “Impudent lad. Introduce me to your friend with all due respect and perhaps I shall refrain from sharing tales of your foolish youth.”

They leave in a cheery mood while Grandmother smiles after them. “I am so pleased to have Dale home where he belongs. He went through such a trying adolescence after being away at the capital.”

You hum noncommittally, but Grandmother needs no real prompting to continue to reminisce as you make your way through the quieter and cooler halls away from the main ballrooms. She only interrupts herself when you reach a large branching path before your wing. “Miss Adir, could you please go to the kitchens and see if there are any pasties that can be sent up to my granddaughter’s rooms?”

“Yes, my Lady.”

“Thank you, Grandmother.”

“My eyesight might be going, but I can still make observations. You never eat enough at these events, she fusses. “We shall have to have your measurements checked at the final fitting tomorrow.”

“The food at these events are so rich,” you protest. “Surely there hasn’t been such a difference in only a few weeks.”

“And still we shall verify the truth,” Grandmother insists. “Dale as well, though for the opposite eventuality. I informed those tailors of his ill state, reminding them to leave room for him to return to his healthier weight. I shall be interested in seeing if they listened.

“If there is anything else that needs doing, we must ensure that it is done tomorrow or our next free day in two days time. This is our last week in Connton before we return to the Northridge estate for your wedding,” Grandmother reminded you unnecessarily. “Only two more galas here. A pity, these have been so invigorating.”

You can’t help but shake your head silently to yourself, unable to find these events anything but exhausting, even if you enjoy aspects of them. Grandmother is an entirely different sort, seeming to be rejuvenated by so much activity and people.

Even now, she seems far more awake than you are, easily chatting while you feel as though you’ve used up all your words an hour ago.

You roll your shoulders, trying to dissipate the tension in them from so much activity—the danger of hosting a ball and inviting a dance troupe and their sponsors. The fewer candles and torches in this area of the house leave the light sparser and make you feel sleepier, makes the promise of slumber whisper more convincingly in your ears.

Still, you remember exactly what tips you off that something is wrong.

Habit from these last few weeks has you watching every shadow and steering others away if they move oddly, in case Dale has a lapse in control. You’re only reacting on instinct when you see the candlelight flicker dramatically, the shadows pool unnaturally on Grandmother’s right. You pull Grandmother closer to you and quicken your step abruptly, wanting to get out of the way, not wanting her to notice.

It’s the clash of metal the next second, the force and crack of something whizzing by both of you and into the opposite wall that makes you jump, heart hammering in your chest. Your mind catches up with your actions because Dale is nowhere in sight. Who is causing these things to happen? Are you under attack?

“Guards!” Grandmother calls out. Her voice rings through the space with all the command of a general on a battlefield and causes one of the people who are in fact attacking you to curse.

There isn’t any way for you to tell if someone heard your call for help even as she repeats it. Without thinking about what to do next, you hitch up your skirts with your free hand and start to run down the hall with her in tow. More figures come after you from behind and out of the corners of your eyes.

A wordless cry has you stumbling to the side as a person overshoots past you and through a doorway. Multiple people, at least three, dressed in dark clothing have come as suddenly as if they had materialized from nothing—all heading after you.

You dodge another projectile and turn the corner, flattening against the far wall. Frantically you try to remember where exactly you are in this stranger’s house and you realize you missed the turn back towards the more inhabited portion of the building in your haste.

You don’t know what to do, paralyzed with fear and indecision, until the wall at your back falls away causing you to take a surprised step backwards. “Hurry,” Grandmother says, having realized you were backed against a door and gotten it open while your mind had still been trying to understand what was happening.

You turn and both go through, slamming the door behind you as you try to gain your bearings. You can barely take stock of the study you find yourself in before continuing forward as fast as you are able to. Your shoes are thin and pretty and so you feel the stone floor in this room harshly as you race across it. Your palm is sweaty from where it’s clutching Grandmother’s as you steer you both, her having lost her cane at some point and relying on you for that speed of movement you’re desperately trying to gain.

Adrenaline courses through your veins, every instinct attempting to help you to survive, for all the good it's doing. Your mind races wildly, thoughts of escape and who these people could be flickering through. Why are they attacking you? What do they want? Where can you go to get away?

Then all you can think of besides ‘get away’ is the ache in your arm, the burning in your lungs, the soreness in your feet.

Unfortunately, there was no way to lock the door you came through and so soon it’s quickly kicked back open. The sound of it hitting the wall makes you run faster, trying to get through this suite of rooms to the courtyard entrance you spot on the other side, where you can feel the cooling breeze beckoning you to escape—or get somewhere someone would be able to hear you.

Two arrows fly by your head and another causes Grandmother to yelp and falter, nearly tripping as she suddenly leans much heavier on you. You can’t check to see if the arrow grazed her, too focused on trying to get to the other door, when the shadows darken in those billowing curtains. At the last second you turn to the right, propelling Grandmother that way too. As you do so, you see the thinner of these, these assassins appear, daggers drawn and ready to impale you exactly where you’d been running too.

Not that you’re convinced you’ve managed to end up in a better position. You steered the two of you to the other side of the room, hopping for another door out, but the one you pull open in the end is only a closet. You whirl around to see four figures in black, fanned out and blocking any possible escape route. Panting, you brace Grandmother, who you haven’t looked to but sounds to be in worse shape given her age and possible injury. Her heavy breathing has a wheeze to it you don’t like. So does the fact that she’s not speaking up any more.

“Well now ladies,” the tallest man speaks, his voice low and condescending. He’s smug too, like the cat that got the mouse, as he steps forward twirling a dagger. “You don’t seem to have our prize stallion with you as we expected, but I’m certain his filly and granny will make perfect bait.”

[Part Twenty-Two]

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pandas-pandemonium · 10 months

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Yandere!Idol Group and Yandere!Manager Profiles

Here it is people, the yandere profiles of the members of the popular idol group: DI4MANTE + and their tired manager.

Alain Kumar • 26

Alain is the leader of the group, and the sweetest one too. His fans have dubbed him the unofficial "mother" of DI4MANTE, and he certainly lives up to the role. That same kindness and sweetness extends to the group's lovely assistant manager, Y/N, and is doubled even further.

The man cooks, cleans and would do it all without asking if it means being able to show what a suitable husband he'd be for you. He's also incredibly protective. What kind of lover would he be if you got hurt?! Or even worse- He doesn't like thinking too much about such horrible things.

His position as the leader of DI4MANTE also means he gets to fuss over you as much as he likes. Ever since the group got a new assistant manager to "relieve the burden off Haneul's shoulders", he's been doing everything he can under the privacy of the dressing rooms to help you in any way possible.

Going to grab waters for the group? Let him help! He's been working out with Devante recently and there's no way he could let their lovely, fragile assistant manager lift such heavy packs!

He also makes sure to prepare meals for you too! What do you mean it should be your job? No way, he's the leader of the group and he should do what he can to make sure you don't exhaust yourself. He'd still happily take any meals you give him though, and savour every spoonful.

Isa Valentine • 24

Isa's the princely one, with heavenly vocals to match. He's also the most popular member of DI4MANTE and for good reason too. His ethereal looks and naturally flirty persona has garnered a rather large fanbase. Fans also speculate whether "Valentine" is even his real surname or not.

The man appears to be perfect in every way...or so it seems. Away from the cameras, underneath that dazzling persona of his lies a rabidly obsessive individual, desperate to keep his dear assistant manager as single as possible, and willing to smear his own name by causing a scandal. Haneul has managed to hold Isa back from doing so, thankfully, but Isa's patience can only last for so long.

Isa, in one word, is a pervert. Ever since their darling assistant manager walked into their lives, his world has never been the same. He wants you to touch him, look at him, kiss him. He's definitely stolen a few of your chapsticks or lipsticks and used them before.

Out of the group, he is the second-most easily jealous yandere. If you're not paying attention to him, or praising him for breathing, his mood is downright awful. Fights have been started because he thought a member of the group or some backstage staff member was taking too much of your time. Only Devante, Alain and Haneul can hold him back when he starts going off on other innocent staff members.

So much for being a princely man.

Devante Velasco • 28

One of the main rappers of DI4MANTE, next to Alain. He's also notorious for being the fitness buff of the group, with his social media being chock full of gym pics...not that his fans would complain. Devante's the strongest of the group, and also the most possessive and jealous yandere too. The amount of water bottles that were crushed by his fearsome grip are overflowing. Devante absolutely hates the idea of you, his darling assistant manager, being in a relationship or even talking to anyone outside of their little circle. If he could, he would kill every single person who's touched you or looked at you a little too keenly for his tastes. There are way too many times that Haneul had to step in before he scared off some poor intern who was just asking you for help and caused a scandal.

Speaking of scandals, Devante has way too many to count and there have been petitions to kick him out of the group ever since you joined. Haneul has done a pretty good job covering the real reason behind the bar fights and all, but there's only so much that the company can do before people start piecing together the fragments of truth that have slipped past the eyes of the company.

It doesn't help that Devante has made it a point to find a way to leave a visible mark on his cute little assistant manager as often as possible. From little hair clips, necklaces, at one point he even offered to give you matching temporary tattoos! (He would go with a real one, but Alain persuaded him not to because that would cause way too much trouble for the group, internally and externally). Yes, Devante does have tattoos, several of them, that his diehard fans have tattooed on themselves as well. Devante's fans are the scariest, and if word ever got out about his obsession with the new assistant manager? Blood will be splilled.

Matthew (Mattie) Rhys • 22

Mattie is the youngest in DI4MANTE, and also the most obsessive. He has made a shrine to his lovely assistant manager, full of pictures and little scraps that you may have left behind. Isa had tried to steal some of the shrine's items for his own use, but that was before Mattie struck a deal with him, as suggested by Haneul, that the two of them could contribute to the shrine instead of fighting over it all the time. There's only one assistant manager and they can only contribute so much.

Mattie is like a puppy in love when it comes to the group's lovely assistant manager. He wants all your attention, and will try every way to get it. From "accidentally" hurting himself to outright interrupting your conversations to drag you off somewhere else. He will try anything as long as it means you're with him as much as possible. Needless to say, Haneul has a field day when it comes to the group's division of their time with their assistant manager.

Also, don't be fooled by Mattie's innocent looks. He may look sweet and innocent in front of the cameras and to everyone else backstage, but his members know his true colours. Underneath lies a deeply jealous and lowkey manipulative man, who has managed to keep the innocent facade up in front of you to the point that he could touch you inappropriately and still brush it off as an "accident".

Haneul Kang • 30

The Manager of DI4MANTE, who is seriously overworked. It's why he suggested bringing on an assistant manager in the first place. While his general idol management workload has decreased significantly since your appearance, his emotional workload has doubled. It frustrates Haneul that the boys of DI4MANTE has set their sights on you when if it wasn't for them, he could have you all to himself.

However, he still agreed to Alain's proposition to work together as a team when it comes to keeping your affections and attention focused on them. It's easier to keep the rats away when there's a whole group to keep watch after all. Even so, dealing with the frequent fights caused by Devante and Isa is no easy task, that and the many scandals that have arose since your entry into the group's dynamics. Haneul doesn't mind...too much, however. If it is for you, no obstacle is hard enough to overcome.

Haneul's another protective yandere, and he has worked with Alain several times to make sure you're not overworking yourself or placing yourself in harm's way. The amount of jobs lost in the company is a suitable sacrifice. People who could endanger your well-being don't deserve to be in your presence anyways.

Overall, Haneul is a massive enabler for DI4MANTE. He sees no reason to discourage their affections for you (so long as it's only the 5 of them and no one else), and is happy to keep the group's image as clean as possible as long as it means that you'll stay with them.

#yandere ocs #yandere x reader #yandere male #yandere oc #yandere idol group #yandere manager #male yandere #yandere oc x reader

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writeshite · 1 year

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I would commit a crime to have a chance to ride homelander until he's dry

John’s mind was fuzzy, his senses more elevated; you’d been riding him for god knows how long, and elicited every sound imaginable from the man. He didn’t think any more orgasms could be drawn out; you’d taken them all out of him and still kept going, “Think I can get one more, love?” you asked, halting your movements. John shook his head, whimpering when you traced his jawline, “Come on, just one more. For me?”

#homelander x male reader #homelander x reader #shitedrabbles #i think you should get an award if you manage that 😭

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maycat-19-142 · 8 months

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Haikyuu Nekoma headcannon

A/n:I'm back loving haikyuu again

⚠️:fem coded kinda, losing your mind, just fluff

When you joined the Nekoma volleyball club you thought "this will be ok and maybe I'll make friends."

Was it ok yes and no

They have had no manger for years so now your here

Kuroo makes sure you don't lose your mind if you haven't yet

Kenma is chill and help you sometimes

Lev loves you like her will lose his ever loving mind if you say anything nice

Yamamoto bragges to Tanaka and noya about finding having a manager

They love you

At camps you and the other manager talk about your teams and their funny moments it is a mess

So many stories that are very embarrassing

Other players will flirt with all the manger so be warned Nekoma will be protecting you

They don't want you lose you

Have a good day and night 🌙

Pixie out 🧚‍♀️

#pixie #pixie rants #fluff #x reader #fem reader #gn🌌#male reader #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu nekoma #x manager reader

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kairismess · 5 months

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ok this might be presumptuous of me but for a milestone event (idk which one to aim for but yeah) i might do haikyuu boys in diff aus, and these are my ideas so far:

⭐ actor au

💐 florist au

🍰 baker au

🏀 basketball player au

⚽ soccer player au (maybe even a blue lock au once i watch it?)

🧜‍♂️ little mermaid au/merfolk au

🎶 band au

🖥️ streamer au

🎓 college au

📖 fairy tale au

🎤 idol au

and more to come ...

so yeah, if anyone has any suggestions or requests about it, do send me an ask !! i'll decide which milestone event this can be for, and since my main might hit 2,222 followers, i might apply the same aus to for the jjk fandom on my main !!

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pinkykats-place · 2 years

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Quotev Haikyuu Recommendations

Disclaimers!

None of these works are mine. I just wanted to share some haikyuu x reader insert stories I like.

Some stories are rated M for mature content.

Female Reader Inserts

🖤 🖤 🖤 🖤 🖤 🖤 🖤

Male Reader Inserts

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ruumirmir · 4 months

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Employee of the Month

really, i dont think half of this should be taken seriously, HOWEVER:

I think loverboy's peakest babygirl moment in all of his career should be singlehandedly getting pantalone to invent the concept of "employee of the month" for the sole reason of having a workplace excuse to spoil and praise him without raising suspicion. 👀 Which I'll set in the timeline Before pantalone becomes the harbinger, and is just a fairly high ranking official at present.

(theres like a whole backstory ive cooked up that my moot is currently writing now so this entire post might make a lot more sense after my requested fic is out lmao)

like yeah,, pantalone eventually does come to realize and notice that Hmmm! This one man is a particularly diligent worker! His excellent workplace charm and wet puppy eyes have captivated me !

Perhaps a little shy to praise.

(lil bro is actively trying to avoid the spotlight in such a line of work)

Celestia knows how many hundreds of fatui are trained and raised in the soldiers way 🙄 With the Tsaritza's mercy the organization will rarely happen upon a handful of sparkly-eyed new recruits that can actually be COMPETENT with the brunt of the logistics, diplomacy and theoretical PAPERWORK that keeps the fatui running.

God knows that harbingers like Pantalone, Pulcinella, and occasionally Arlecchino NEED subordinates behind desks rather than on the field.

So the idea comes to pantalone on a fine sunny day with a stroke of genius !

because the work environment under each harbinger is so Different, you could categorize pantalone to (relatively) have the safest, and most boring work imaginable.

Definitely in which case, job motivation is very..... low. Well not anymore apparently,, in comes loverboy, newly enrolled in the fatui

with a personal vendetta against risking his precious life on the field, who damn well MAKES SURE his work merits and skills direct him towards a cushy job with good pay. and that eventually catches pantalone's attention, whos like

Wow! I wonder how i can get myself to play favorites in my department in broad daylight without it being suspicious... Hmmm...

And then on the first day of the upcoming month, out goes a notice to every subordinate, manager, accountant, secretary and etc etc, about a brand new system set in place! and would you look at that:

Loverboy nearly digs a hole and buries himself on the spot out of embarrassment when he sees a nice framed photo of him hung up at the Northland bank's noticeboard with nice bold letters saying

"Fatuus of the Month"

followed by a nice motivational speech by pantalone that goes a little too into loverboy's personal quirks rather than his excellent contributions to the bank.

Really, it might've only been a little over 1.5 years into his mandated fatui service, but he's already been sent off with a neat bonus.... a small material gift that pantalone bought him, and a strong surge of interest from his fellow colleagues/comrades.

So much for trying to avoid the spotlight :P

also pspsppspsps @eluxcastar would you like some loverboy thoughtposting

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rodolfoparras · 7 months

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Okay hear me out…

Miguel who visits the dimension in which he’s a father only to come back to his actual dimension and being obsessed with the thought of carrying your kids.

Pairing: Top Male Reader x Miguel O’Hara

CONTENT TAGS: 18+, MINORS DNI, belly bulge, mirror sex, male lactation, pregnancy kink

Thinking about the sweet thing having you fuck him and cumming in him so many times he almost thinks it’ll take

Thinking about bullying your huge cock into his hole and watching the way his eyes will stay glued to the bulge on his stomach, eyes half lidded and mouth agape as he lets you put a baby in him

Thinking about cupping his chest, teasing his nipples til they’re hard before latching on them, suckling on them so eagerly like there’s actually milk coming from them, telling him how sweet he tastes, what a good daddy he’ll make

Thinking about fucking him whenever wherever, against walls, upon counter, going as far as even taking him on the stairs leading to your bedroom, til his body aches and he can’t stay awake , and when he feels like he can’t take it anymore, you’ll be up in his ear whispering how he’d been the one to ask you to put a baby in him, now he has to take it

Thinking about fucking him into the mirror, talking about how hot he’d be carrying your baby, how he’s got the hips for it while squeezing down onto them, how he’s got the tits for it too while tweaking at his nipples telling him how pretty soon they’ll be filled with sweet milk, even resting your hand on his stomach while thrusting so roughly into him til he’s so delirious he’s sure there’s a bulge there

#Miguel O’Hara #goodnight friends #Miguel O’Hara x reader #Miguel O’Hara x male reader #top male reader #bottom male character #sub male character #dom male reader #I love how I manage to write when no one’s online even jdjdjd

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yayakoishii · 2 months

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Control | Henry Legolant

Fandom: Black Clover

Pairing: Henry Legolant x GN! Reader

Word Count: 1.8k

Genre: Fluff. I don't think there's much, if a slight pinch, of angst?

Summary: To be able to be close to you, Henry has to learn to control his magic absorption.

A/n: Hellow!! First off, I just want to say that I never expected to actually write for this fandom, nor did I think Henry would be the first character (I legit love so many of them much much more than I do Henry) but this was the first cute idea that really struck me and I had time so here it is! :D I'm sorry if anyone is OOC, I'm not familiar with writing these characters yet.

This fic was inspired by that one scene in Ep. 113 (or was it 112?) where Henry says to Asta that he would love to meet the others when he learns to control his magic absorption.

also available on ao3!

"Henry!"

There you were again, with your bright, warm smile and genuine excitement to see him. When was the last time anyone was ever excited to see Henry? As much as Asta liked coming around to meet him, it was different from you. You, whose presence itself was like a spell of comfort, always met him like you had waited for it the entire time you had been away.

And maybe it was wishful thinking on his part, that you would want to meet him so much, but it made him so happy. That there was someone in this world who wanted to be around him freely. Everyone in the Black Bulls was kind and looked out for him, now that they knew about him, but nobody frequented his room as much as you did. You would visit atleast once a day, even if it sometimes took you a long time to find his room, except for the days when you were off on missions. Henry couldn't explain the empty feeling pressing on his heart on such days, where he spent every minute wondering if you were doing okay and when you would return.

You would always come back, relatively unharmed because your magic was more of the defensive type. But you didn't have a crazy amount of magic power and you weren't magic-less like Asta. This meant that every time you came to visit him, you would have to stay out of the doorway, far enough where he couldn't accidentally siphon your mana away. Even from that distance, he could sometimes see the cuts and bruises you sported, covered in salves or bandages.

You would tell him everything about your missions. Henry couldn't go outside and he couldn't go on missions but they way you vividly described everything, it made him feel like he was right there with you. You talked about all sorts of stuff, from the funny and crazy things the other members did to some of your personal feelings and thoughts. Henry couldn't help but feel a connection to you.

You were patient. You had to be a saint with the amount of patience you had; you had to, or else how would you be able to spend all the time you spent with him? Henry knew that he didn't speak fast enough or even at a normal pace, so having a conversation with him was not easy. But you always looked genuinely interested in what he had to say and waited for him to say it all. It had upset him so much once that he had nearly cried in front of you.

"I… just.. want… to… speak… pro-perly," he had grit out, frustrated with himself. Why couldn't he speak normally? If he kept doing this, wouldn't you get tired of him? "Don't… go… away… I want… you… to… always… stay…"

It was the closest he had gotten to revealing what he felt. That was the first time you had stepped inside his room, ignored the magic absorption and looked him straight in the eye up-close.

"I'm not going anywhere," you had said, a little breathless from the mana draining out of you. "I told you. Take your time and say what you want to. I want to hear it, and I won't go anywhere until I've heard it."

You eventually had to back off to your usual spot lest you blacked out from the mana loss. But that was the closest you had been to him and ever since then, he couldn't help but want it. He wanted to be close to you, to be able to talk to you like a normal person. He didn't want anything more– hoping for you to touch him was practically a fantasy that would never happen.

For all your kindness and compassion and genuine heart, Henry didn't think you could ever love him back the way he did you. And that was completely okay. He was fine watching you, feeling you from a distance – as long as you were happy and smiling, he would take what you were ready to give.

He just wanted to be able to talk to you properly, just a couple feet in between, instead of the large distance. For that, he needed to control his magic absorption. It wasn't like he hadn't tried (hadn't he been trying for his whole life at this point?) but your smiling face was a better motivator than any he had ever had.

He told Asta about his wish, the other guy already knowing about Henry's feelings for you. Asta had shot him a grin and a thumbs-up and said, "I have the perfect plan!"

That's how Henry started his secret training sessions with Gordon, Grey and Gauche. The latter had to be convinced a little but eventually stopped complaining when he realised that he could wax his poetry about Marie to Henry without being interrupted or told off while helping him out.

Every day, diligently, Henry put his all into trying to control his magic absorption. The progress was slow but he kept his goal in mind – it wasn't just you, after all. You were the first person he had wanted so badly to be close to, but the rest of the Black Bulls were also present in his head. He wanted to be able to enjoy and party with them too. He wanted to watch you be happy in their midst.

Henry practised on the three of them, aided by Asta's encouragement (which was mostly just yelling and doing push-ups in the corner as a weird form of training solidarity) and slowly but surely, his magic absorption zone reduced.

It took him months, but none of them gave up. Even on the hard days, when it felt futile, the rest would try to cheer him up. And then you would come, oblivious to the whole debacle going on under your nose. Your mere presence was uplifting. He could do this. If he wanted to be able to be around you, then he would have to put in effort. All that hard work for months culminated into him finally gaining control over his magic absorption.

The first time Grey managed to get close enough to press her palm against his own, the both of them had nearly cried. He did it. He managed to control it. All that time he spent on it had been worth it. Now all he had to do was wait for you to come to his room. He would surprise you for once, instead of it being the other way round.

You had surprised him with a gift on his birthday.

"It's not much," you had said shyly, handing him the scarf you had crocheted yourself. You had pressed it into his hands at the risk of draining yourself, "but happy birthday, Henry. I am so glad that you were brought into this world all those years ago. I'm glad I got to meet you."

He had been too choked up with tears to say anything. What could he have said anyway? Nothing could have done justice to explain what he felt about you. He didn't think he would ever get to hear someone say that they're grateful he was born. Frankly, he had never understood the point of birthdays until you said that.

Now, it was his chance to surprise you. To show you what you meant to him. The effect of your presence in his life.

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The anticipation for you to return from your mission was worse than usual. He couldn't wait, feeling the impatience bouncing around inside him. When you finally appeared on the other side of his doorway, he sprang out of the bed as fast as he could. You startled but didn't step back.

You didn't know about his control. But you were willing to risk the draining effect if it was something so important to Henry that he was actually getting close to you on his own. Usually, he would be the one to tell you to stay away so if he was coming to you, then it meant it was something equally serious or important. So you waited– for him and for your magic to drain.

Except it never happened. With every step Henry took towards you, you couldn't feel the familiar feeling of mana being drained out of you. Your eyes widened in shock.

"I… learned… how to… control… it," Henry gave you a weak smile, walking closer until he was just two feet away. "Gauche… Gordon… Grey… and… Asta… helped… me… do it. We… prac-tised… for… months. I… wanted… to… talk… with you… closely… like… every-one… does. I… really… wanted…you…"

He cut himself off, cheeks pinking slightly. He couldn't do it. Even after all his effort, he couldn't tell you his real feelings. What if it ruined what you two had? What if you stopped visiting him because you didn't feel the same? Henry wasn't greedy. He was happy with how things were.

So he focused instead on whether you liked his surprise. He looked up, his light blue hair shifting out of the way as he took in your tear-stained face. Your hands were covering your mouth and you were shaking. Before Henry could ask you if you were okay, you wrapped yourself around him.

The sudden touch was overwhelming; your scent was everywhere and it was like all his senses were flooded with you, you, you. Henry nearly lost his composure and his control on the magic absorption was about to slip– but the mere thought that you would stop embracing him made him rigid. He held a tight grasp on the power; he was only controlling the magic through the sheer willpower of wanting to feel you against him. His mind was in shambles.

"You did it, you did it," you were mumbling, sniffing into his chest. Henry was sure that you could hear his heart thudding in there with how close you were. He couldn't see your face, only the top of your head but he let his arms wrap around you gently, like you were a fragile piece of glass.

All he had wanted was to close the distance. He had already gotten so much more than he had thought; you were holding him tightly, like you were scared he would slip from your fingers.

It felt like all too soon (and yet it had felt like forever) when you let him go and stepped back to look at him, your face flushed with embarrassment. Henry was pretty sure his face was much, much worse. He probably looked like all his dreams came true at once. (They did.) (You hugged him !!)

"S- Sorry," you mumbled, looking up at him shyly. Was it possible to die from seeing something too adorable? Henry felt close to it. "I should have asked you first, but… I have wanted to do that for so long."

All the practice confessions Henry had stammered through in front of Asta flew out the window at your admission. The way you were looking at him right now… Henry didn't need you to say anything out loud. For once, he let himself hope that you felt the same way– and he let himself believe it too.

"Me… too…"

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#black clover #black clover fanfiction #black clover fanfic #black clover x reader #henry legolant #henry legolant x reader #female reader #male reader #gender neutral reader #henry legolant x you #i personally can't wait for the day he actually does manage to control it!#fanfiction #reader insert #x reader #fanfic

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kairiscorner · 4 months

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omg hello y'all

so i passed all my exams !! (´∩｡• ᵕ •｡∩`) got like ... 5 of em perfect (1 due to plus points ehe) though the bad news is

i have officially got off the grind to making fanfics :(( LIKE I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT TO WRITE NOW sooooo i am begging for requests to keep me busy and delulu over the break 😚😚😚

will do haikyuu (on my second blog), jujutsu kaisen, and other requests if i know the fandom/feel like doing it !! needless to say, i've seen the requests sent to me over the hell week, and i'm working on some of emmm !! so sorry to get to them so late, but the high scores were worth it :']]

now, i'll be on tumblr more often now, hopefully, and i'll try posting more these days to feed the delulu and give y'all little gifts from me over the holidays ~~

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johnnyraine · 7 months

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Kiss to Achieve (Smut!)

Otaro Dojima/Eight (Todome no Kiss) x Male Reader

Summary: Y/n gets stuck in a Groundhog Day week with a man who’s chasing money.

Words: 1805

Tags: Kissing, Handjobs, Frottage, No Penetration

30th of September, 2023

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'This is weird,' You think.

You've been stuck in a Groundhog Day situation. The first time, you were going to a cafe to meet Namiki Mikoto, when you were interrupted by the same man. He was dressed smartly, whereas you were dressed more casually.

“Eight?” Mikoto said, seemingly just as surprised by his appearance.

“Mikoto? Funny running into you here,” He said, smiling.

At the time you didn’t notice that he sort of gave you a look, but after multiple repeats, you’ve noticed. Though you still haven’t figured out what it means. But anyway, the interaction carried on.

“Eight?” You asked, curious not only about him but his name.

“Oh, uh Y/n, this is Eight… a host.”

You thought for a moment, “...Like a host club?”

She gave an affirmative, to which you told her you don’t judge. You did, admittedly. Just a bit, but that’s her own life.

After the introductions, you’d thought this “Eight” seemed to be a nice enough fellow, if not a bit persistent. You could be wrong but it seemed like he was trying to get rid of you. If so, he failed. You kept talking with Mikoto as he entered with his own two cents every now and then.

When the conversation came to an end, you waved to the two and turned to leave.

“AH!” You started, getting their attention. “I forgot.”

Turning back to face Mikoto, you said, “Can you spare some time tomorrow? I’d love to catch up with you and maybe show me around a bit.”

Mikoto broke into a smile, “Of course. I’ll call you later for a time.”

You nodded and left.

~~~~~

Then you woke up to the same day.

At first, it wasn’t even very clear. Merely another day with some sense of deja vu. Even the repeating conversation didn’t tip you off.

In hindsight multiple things should have most definitely tipped you off: the fact that Eight cut you off before you could ask Mikoto to meet up, though you just called her later for that; and the most glaring being that SEVEN DAYS had passed before it all repeated.

Somehow it didn’t tip you off. Just some heavy sense of Deja vu occurred throughout the week.

~~~~~

But you can only repeat the same week so many times before you realize, “I may have a pattern for my days, but I don’t normally meet these people.”

You refuse to think about how long it took you to realize, but here you are, an hour early to your meeting with Mikoto because somehow every time You show up on time, Eight is early. Then you show up early, then he shows up earlier. And it just goes on and on. Almost as if the universe wants you not to ask Mikoto to meet up again. Ridiculous.

Five minutes pass and there he is. That handsome, smartly dressed man.

You admit that the knowledge of your constant do-overs has given you enough “confidence” to just openly check him out.

“Not back,” You mutter.

Your gaze roams over his body before going back up to his face. Which shows a familiar look of annoyance.

He turns and mutters something and though you can’t hear him, you’re certain it’s nothing good.

This has happened before, so you’re fine.

He sits across from you and you two sit in silence. Waiting for Mikoto.

Once she does, it begins.

“Eight?” She says, stunned to see you two sitting with each other.

“Mi-” Eight begins, only for you to cut him off.

“Mikoto!” You stand, giving her a hug. “I haven’t seen you in so long. How have you been?”

After you pull back from a shocked Mikoto, she replies, “I-I’m fine, Y/n. Uh, how do you two know each other?”

As she looks between you two, you open your mouth, but it’s Eight’s turn to interrupt.

“I was passing by when I heard Y/n talking about you and I just wanted to say hi.”

Mikoto looked unconvinced but with you not denying it, she goes along. You all order some snacks and drinks as the conversation carries on with new differences and few recurrences. Taking a sip from your drink as Eight and Mikoto talk, you shrug and throw out the question.

“Hey, Mikoto,” You say, getting her attention. And immediately Eight knows. “Can w-AH!”

He kicked you. Eight kicked you under the table, making you spill your drink on yourself.

‘That’s a first,’ You think for a short moment.

In the next, you exclaim, “Dude!”

“Are you okay, Y/n?” Mikoto asks, looking for napkins.

“Looks like there’s been an accident,” Eight says before smiling at you. “Why don’t we get some napkins?”

He excuses you both from the table, dragging you toward the cafe, before taking you around the corner when Mikoto stops looking.

Pushing you against the wall, he says, “What do I have to do to get rid of you?!”

“Okay so I was right, you’re a part of this whole Groundhog Day situation.”

“What?” He looks confused.

“You haven’t seen Groundhog Day?” You ask. “Serio-”

“That’s not important!” He cuts you off.

Eight stares at you for a moment before making an odd face, “Fine. How about I take you out on a date and you leave?”

“Huh?”

You must be making a face because he purses his lips in anger.

“Mate, tha-”

“How about I spend a night with you?” He says with more of a fake smile.

You cough, choking on your own spit. By the time you recover, he seems even more annoyed.

“Tha- Uh.” You rub your forehead, fidgeting. “Not that I would be opposed, it’s just that deal seems a tad iff- MMPH!”

Eight rolled his eyes before bringing you into a kiss. Not even, a full-on makeout session. His tongue enters your mouth, rolling over your stunned tongue. As your breath quickens, he sucks on your tongue before flicking it with his and pulling back.

“Well?” He demands.

“Uh… fuck.” Not your best response, but concise.

He gives you a dry smile, “Wait here.”

He disappears for a moment before returning. Not even telling you what he said to excuse you both, he grabs your wrist and drags you along to wherever. As he does so, you think one thing.

‘If Eight’s this good, I wonder how good One is?’

You seriously consider visiting his host club.

~~~~~

You stand in a pretty expensive room.

“So…wha- mmph.” Eight kisses you again.

As your arms wrap around his waist, you can’t help thinking, ‘There is a lot of interrupting in this “relationship” of ours.’

The kiss doesn’t last as long as before. Eight pushes you onto the bed, landing on your back. He starts to take off his clothes, loosening his tie before tossing it to the ground along with his shoes.

He motions to you, “Undress.”

Doing so, you kick off your shoes and toss your shirt before getting to your pants, at which point you remember to ask, “Are you topping?”

“Yes,” He says like it’s obvious.

“Then no.” Your reply is immediate.

“Why not?” His eye twitches as his jaw moves side to side.

“Well, I don’t want to bottom, nor do I know you well enough to even consider.”

He stares at you, his bare chest just there to ogle. Which you do. He takes a breath and starts to redress.

“Meet me back here,” He says, buttoning his shirt.

Catching on, you stop him, “Wait! How about we just stick to basic stuff? No…”

You motion, “Penetration.”

He considers it for a moment, “And the deal still stands?”

“Yes.”

XXX

The both of you end up kneeling on the bed, facing each other. For a moment’s hesitation, he brings into a heated kiss. Expecting it, you give back your own force. Your tongue enters his mouth before he has a chance, following in his examples and rolling over his rolling.

As your tongues practically replace any penetration, trying fuck the other’s mouth, your hands wander between his open button-up. Your fingers brush against his abs and sides. Your thumb flicks a nipple, eliciting a strained moan from him, making you smirk against his lips.

Felling it, Eight grips your hair, pulling you deeper into the kiss.

His tongue enters your mouth, forcing your tongue down, running his over it. You openly moan into his mouth.

With practiced ease, you open his pants and grab his cock.

You feel his fingers twitch and tighten and you pull back, “Already this hard, Eight?”

Stroking his hardening cock, you smirk as he sneers at you before doing the same.

You groan, leaning into his neck as he teases the tip.

“Y-you pretty good,” You stutter.

“I Am the best host,” He says with evident pride.

You huff against his neck before nipping and sucking on it, certain to leave hickies.

Your mixed groans and moans fill your ears as he leans his head back. Shifting closer, you take his hand off, replacing it with your own and pressing your cocks together. Feeling the heat from each other’s hardened members, you bring him into a kiss and jerk each other off.

The mess of your kissing doesn’t bother you, they way your teeth sometimes brush each other as you feverishly go from sucking his tongue to biting his bottom lip. The excitement gets to Eight as well, his hips thrust up into your touch, speeding up his own climax.

“Eight,” You rasp.

Eight grabs your shoulders as he tenses up. Feeling how close he is, you speed up your ministrations, thrusting into your own hand and against his throbbing member. You bite your lip and let out a low groan as you both cum, covering your hand and the bed in your hot seed.

Gasping, you slowly stop your movements and let go.

Looking at your hand, you burst into laughter.

“What?” Eight looks at you in question, catching his own breath.

“I. Apparently made the best host. Cum, first try,” You say between breaths.

You continue laughing for a while before cleaning up.

As you get dressed, you ask him, “I know we have a deal, but I have to ask. Do you think Mikoto and I are interested in each other?”

Eight pauses for a long moment before slowly turning his head to you, he grits out, “You’re not?”

You burst into laughter once more, “No. We’re old friends, met some years ago when we were younger. Less rich.”

He narrows his eyes, catching that last bit.

“Rich?”

“Yeah, back then I was worth a little under nine hundred million. Now, thanks to some cruel deals,” You rush that last bit. “I’m somewhere around a hundred billion.”

If you could only hear the cha-ching sound, you’d know you just gained a husband.

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