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iceunhie · 3 months

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˗ˏˋ ꒰ ⊹ unexpected development ! ꒱ ˎˊ˗

summary ⁠☆ you get transported into your favorite otome game’s world as a shitty side character with a raging death flag. you try to prevent your inevitable destruction... but it doesn't go according to plan as much as you'd hope.

notes ☆ of course it's another scaramouche fic except this time it's plot is manhwa inspired

“This trashy game!” you curse, watching the pitch black GAME OVER screen linger in your phone. Happy music plays despite the current cg of your character at the hands of the tyrant character slash love interest Scaramouche. You sigh, tapping on the back button. “I was so close to completing his route… stupid, stupid game, ugh…”

Teyvat’s Seven Stars was a new otome game that you'd tried out for fun, bored out of your mind. The amazing art and soundtrack garnered your interest, not to mention the male leads were totally your type!

It had an array of tropes and spared no expense of flowery scenes and fanservicey excerpts that made you play despite its massive cashgrab feature. Heart fluttering near death scenes! Action packed romantic scenes with the main characters! It was consuming you and you loved it.

Even if the Scaramouche route was testing your patience.

You get that he was the most difficult to conquer out of all of them, but really, one! wrong! move! ….and an immediate gameover. Life sucks when he's your favorite character, and when your favorite character was notoriously known for having a horrid and difficult complete clear route that no one has completed yet, of course you needed to complete it, no matter what!

Damn it, now you've run out of love points to restart another run. Fuck you, system! Stupid trashy money grabbing game! You put down your phone, closing it. An immediate heavy weight settles on your shoulders, making you feel sleepy as you clutch your phone to bed.

Tomorrow… you'll complete his route for sure…

[ TEYVAT’S SEVEN STARS SYSTEM ACTIVATED! RUNNING GAME FILE NOW ]

Ah. You should've known what was coming.

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[ CHARACTER FILE: [NAME] [LAST NAME] - CROWN PRINCE KUNIKUZUSHI’S BETROTHED! ]

What the fuck.

You think you've lost feeling in your jaw when the glare of the system shines bright, mocking you.

“[Name], you're awake!” You turn to the sound, and you face probably the most beautiful person you've ever seen. No, what the hell. You've seen him before.

Beautiful silky dark hair, glossy electric indigo eyes, a perpetual aura of ethereal lightness…. the game descriptions weren't lying after all. yes, you weren't dreaming. This was Scaramouche, or should you say at this point in time… Kunikuzushi?

He immediately clings to you. Oh. Oh. Well fuck. “I… uh.”

Scara- ahem, Kunikuzushi’s eyes are littered with tears and oh no you're a weak hearted person for your favorite character. “I'm so glad you're okay! I'm sorry, my mother- I mean, I'm so glad you're okay.”

The rest of the moments is a blur when your… fiance? betrothed? fills you in on what happened. Your mind is fuzzy and you can only piece together just a rough summary of what point in the game you're in.

So, you are currently three years early from the main story. Unfortunately, you are not either of the main protagonists Lumine or Aether. No, the system apparently hates you for being a hater and gave you the most egregious role.

A side character. A side character who barely even appears in the story, left to be trampled on by the story's plot. What's more, you're in the timeline wherein the current Kunikuzushi doesn't take the name Scaramouche because his Mother, the lone Queen Raiden Ei left him when he could not pass the Inazuma kingdom’s test to be worthy of the gnosis.

He took the name Scaramouche after being trained by the shady organization known as the Fatui, the main villainous force in the game and usurped his mother. In other words, a blackened tyrant character!

...And you were the betrothed his mother set for him - executed in the future because he didn't want any trace of Ei’s influence. Amazing.

The future Kunikuzushi would be an arrogant, tsundere and soft-for-only-one-person type of character, but now, he was like a gentle, tucked away from the world young prince.

Wait…. wasn’t he also gullible before?! Very cute, but it's no wonder he blackened so quickly with such a naive personality!

You, well, technically, the character [Name] [Last Name] ended up in this situation after they threatened to leave Kunikuzushi because he was far too fragile for their taste. A side character who’d contributed to Scaramouche’s blackening and paid for it with their life. That was who you were.

Okay, now you pity this boy a lot. He already had a traumatic childhood with Ei not giving him enough love and therefore a plethora of issues, and he'd even end up being a crazy tyrant who stopped at nothing to get the main protagonist in his grasp! For your death flag not to happen, you HAD to do something about that.

You had no choice.

To survive this horrendous fate, you came up with a plan. And that would be Plan give-kunikuzushi-all-the-love-in-the-word-before-he-meets-the-protagonist-and-turn-into-a-blackened-dark-tyrant!

Okay, lengthy plan, but to plan ahead is to be smart, so you can take care of the name later.

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So far so good, this plan of yours. Plan get-kunikuzushi-to-turn-into-a-sparkly-prince character and not his blackened self was going well! (You gave up on thinking of a cool name) Thank god for cliche romance novels.

So far, you've increased your proximity to him, including him to spend time with you, showering him with bouts of affection and care. And so far, it's been paying off. The once secluded Prince has become so cute and so sweet!

You have to pat yourself on the back for this. You were doing the protagonist a huge favor that now they had a wonderful love interest in their sights for future reference.

Although, if there was one nitpick you had on your conduct, it would be the fact that Kunikuzushi didn't take kindly to others aside from you, and would even be panicked, utterly devastated if you even brought up the mere mention of leaving.

“Break… our engagement in the future?” if it weren't for him looking shell-shocked and deathly pale, the furrow on Kunikuzushi’s face would've been cute. “No! I don't want that! You aren't planning to leave me, are you?”

He gives you the most horrendous god kneeling look of a plea, and of course you drop the subject immediately.

“It was a joke, of course. I'd never want to break our engagement!” you hurriedly reassure, gently taking his hands in yours.

Kunikuzushi looks at you, all puppy eyes and pink cheeks. So cute. Who wouldn't want to stay by his side? You reassure him, “Whatever happens, I'll always stay by your side, okay?”

He looks at your intertwined hands with an unreadable expression on his face. “Do you promise?”

You nod. “I promise, Kuni.”

He nods, gripping your hands tighter, and his expression rivals a blazing sun, brimming with conviction as he pulls you in for a huge hug.

And of course, who wouldn't turn down an opportunity to hug their favorite character?

Surely this time, you’ll definitely escape the death flag and horrendous side character ending, right?!

You don't notice the shadow on Kuni’s face when the mere mention of being separated from you comes up.

In the back of your mind, you wonder what would happen if your Kunikuzushi met the protagonist. Would he immediately fall for them? you wonder, and an uncharacteristic pang of discomfort tugs at your chest. Ah, what would it matter.

You smile at the gentle, pristine and kind Kunikuzushi that's currently excitedly telling you about how Ei praised his sword skills after he beat his younger sister. Even if the main protagonist would come here, you could keep this adorable Kunikuzushi for yourself for just a little longer.

You kiss his cheek, and he heats up. Yes, the future can wait for now.

How the hell did it come to this?

“You told me you'd always stay by my side, right?” a hand slicked with blood is resting on the side of your face. Electric indigo eyes, these ones now having a ruthless glint to them, stare up at your own. “I've removed everything else that can take you away from me. Now, you have no reason to leave.”

By remove, he meant the man who'd decided to make a move on you after you went to the gardens for some fresh air. Hence the blood on his hands and sword, hence the reason why there's a dead body by your feet.

The once adorable and fair-faced Kunikuzushi still turned into Scaramouche after all, and you failed to prevent his blackening. He was truly, undoubtedly the same game Scaramouche.

But… Why was he acting like this? Wasn't this the exclusive feature only the protagonist should be experiencing?

He presses a kiss to your forehead, then the back of your palm. You blush.

Yes, he is now an extremely dangerous individual capable of executing anyone he deems appropriate to just for the sake of it, and yes, this same man is kneeling before you as you're just about to leave after the main storyline cg act just started. And yes, like the protagonist, you should stay far, far away from him.

But could you really? When he was pleading you with such an expression of longing and yearning? He takes your hand to caress it to the side of his face, eyes haughty and grin unsettling, gosh was he so… so attractive, like that.

“You won't leave, right?” Why was he so…. so sweet? Why was this scene structured as if you were the one he wanted to be with, not the protagonist? “You promised me, after all.”

….And why on earth did your heart leap out of your chest when he said he wanted you to stay?

(It was hard to pretend you didn't know why when the smile on your face said otherwise.)

1.5k words, only the real ones know that ive been planning a cliche otome game au since day 1 I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT HAPPENED TO ME WHEN I WAS WRITING THIS FIC 😭 might turn this into a series if people like this though <3

@ MHIIEEE : do not repost, copy or plagiarize or claim my content or work as your own.

#genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #scaramouche genshin impact #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x you #kunikuzushi x reader #kunikuzushi x you #scaramouche drabble #kunikuzushi fluff #mhie's spirals #teyvat's seven stars ☆

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cordeliawhohung · 2 months

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the mafia boys taking their girls shopping for lingerie!!

(shy!reader getting flustered by everything meanwhile mafia!simon is just thinking about how gorgeous she’ll look 🫣🤭)

oh goodness the poor girl would be so flustered!

i'm sure at first it started out innocent. you needed a new bra after the strap on your favorite one went haywire, that was it! it wasn't your fault that the sluttiest lingerie you had ever seen in your entire life was on display in the store! and at first it was fine. Simon just followed you around as you perused your simple bras, but he just couldn't keep his eyes off the teddys. there's a baby pink one that catches his eyes at first, something frilly with bows, but it's the black, lacy one that really catches his attention.

when he points it out, you tell him that you're fine with just getting a few sets of bras, you don't need anything fancy, and he hears none of it. he's picking out several styles just to see what you end up liking better, totally guesstimates your size because he flustered you and you won't give it to him. of course he pays for it all, too, and that shit is not cheap. like several hundred dollars worth of lingerie for you ): but god he cannot stop thinking about what you'd look like wearing it. he just knows the lace and straps will complement your body perfectly, ugh. this all is definitely what happens before this drabble here lmao

with Price, i feel like it's a lot easier because you two know one another just too damn well. honestly, half the time he buys you lingerie without you even there just because he knows your size and style preferences so well, so it's not uncommon for you to come home to something new laid out on the bed for you. you've learned he's really partial to red. like that classic, bright red. it really gets him going.

every now and then he'll actually take you out shopping for it though, and believe it or not you're the menace in this situation. through some way or another, you've learned that crotchless panties are his favorite, and as you're looking through them you mutter the most risque filth to him. then you've got your poor husband all hot and bothered in the middle of a lingerie store and you take your time. do not be surprised when the two of you get home and he doesn't even wait for you to try on the items he bought you before fucking you, the poor man waited long enough.

when it comes to Johnny, it's a little different. okay, a lot different, because the first time you let him take you shopping for lingerie is when you're forcing him to apologize. not for anything nefarious, he just owes you after decimating your favorite lingerie. when you had worn it to surprise him the night before, you hadn't expected him to react like a wild dog. he had all but torn the lace to shreds in order to get to your cunt, and when you tried to tell him how expensive that set was, he shut up your complaints by bullying his cock into you ):

so he quite literally pays for it the next day, but he doesn't mind. he still isn't sorry about ruining the first pair, and really, taking him shopping only gives him more ideas about how he could ruin more pairs. he likes the sheer babydoll sets, and buys you at least three different versions of them. when the two of you leave the store, you've basically come to an agreement that he's supposed to leave one specific pair of your choosing in tact, but since he bought the other ones he can tear them up to his hearts content next time you decide to surprise him.

with gaz it's a little different just because your relationship together is not at all normal. some sort of strange enemies, yet still friends, yet still not makes it a little difficult for him to buy you lingerie, let alone take you with him as he buys you some. but lets say for the sake of our hearts the two of you are actually together and you're not being a brat about it lmao

this man loves silk. i just know it. silk anything. he likes the texture, he likes how shiny it is, he likes the way it falls around your body, he loves all of it. especially slips. a mini slip with a little slit in the side trimmed with lace? god if you wear that around him he's going to hike up the skirt and fuck you, i don't make the rules and neither does he, it's just some primal urge that overwhelms him. like imagine you're getting ready for bed in the bathroom and you're wearing a cute little slip and the lights are dimmed because it's late and you just watch as he approaches behind you. and this man is patient. sure he's got his hands resting on your hips as you brush your hair or wash your face or something, but he's gonna wait for you to finish your routine before dragging you off to bed. (or maybe he just fucks you over the bathroom counter, who knows, certainly not him).

i got a little carried away but enjoy these thots 👍

#mafia!141 #ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #soap x reader #captain price x reader #gaz x reader #cod smut #f!reader

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moonsaver · 2 months

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Moonsaver… may I ask for any hc’s, scenarios, thoughts, or opinions on a rivalry between Sunday and Aventurine for reader’s affections…

Ohh... tension... let me see what I can do!

Regardless of whoever had their eyes set on you first, it's undeniable that neither of them are backing out just because they now know they have competition.

Sunday's always masking a polite, tight smile whenever Aventurine is around with you. Makes an effort to sneak in jabs, and sometimes doesn't even hide them. He may even pull you aside and subtly ask (or directly, considering how much frustration would build up in him), if you really want to appear with someone like Aventurine. Oh, yes, he's aware. Yes, that gambler with the generous mark on his neck from the Amber lord. The.. signoian who can't seem to keep his sleazy hands off of you. Yes,he's aware. Oh, you think he's a sweetheart? Well, Sunday believes he can be so much more sweeter than that. Follow along, now. You have much better things to be doing than.. going around with that peacock.

Aventurine is getting a kick out of this, mainly because he doesn't believe he'll not have you. So he treats it like some toddler trying to steal candy from him, a lazy smirk on his lips, poorly hidden remarks about touchy subjects like the.. real dreamscape that his family has worked oh so hard on. Seems he's ruffled a few feathers, hm? How delightful. Another gamble and another round to win. Easy. A lazy hand drapes itself across your shoulder, and a know-it-all smile is plastered on his face as he informs Sunday he has you booked for the entire day. You swear you can see a vein pop out of Sunday's forehead as Aventurine emphasizes it's a usual occurrence between you two, and how delighted he is that you've chosen solely him time and again for.. collaborations.

After a few more chance encounters with the other as you hang out with one, the frustration between them starts to rise. Sunday insists on taking you to the most beautiful sceneries in the Dreamscape, gifting you all sorts of luxuries and helping you to the most beautiful hotel rooms Penacony has to offer, even gifting you expensive and sought-after items that he commissions personally from high-ranking representatives from other worlds, that are eager to get on his good side. He insists on helping you with putting of the gifts on like jewelry, compliments you well, and guides your hands to his soft wings, telling you all about the newest champagne bottle he's just been waiting to try out with you, his hand now ungloved, gently tracing circles in the inside of your wrist as he listens to you with half-lidded eyes, pressing gentle kisses into the middle of your palm as he lists all the reasons why he's just better. He doesn't feel the need to insult Aventurine anymore, he just needs you to see that he's better.

Aventurine, on the other hand, is almost desperate. His smug smile is still on, of course, and doesn't let his mask slip for a second, especially around that chicken boy. He buys you all sorts of unique things, mainly matching trinkets like sunglasses, keychains, bracelets, and if he's feeling bold, rings. Takes you to casinos with him, betting on extremely risky terms, and winning flawlessly. To him, this is basically like showing off just how much more happy and fun it would be to have him around. Ugh, Sunday's too much of a stickler, isn't he? Isn't it so much more fun with him? Sunday can't make you laugh the way he does. Takes you out on many, many adventures, too, making your heart rush for the nth time, laughing at the end before dropping you off with care, making sure there's no bruises or scratches on you, and kissing your hand, trying to squeeze his way into your hotel room to try and elongate his stay with you.

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lciesdepravity · 6 months

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Sold Out Series

Sana Arc Chapter 1-1: Everything has a price

"For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction"

"Karma is a bitch"

"Everything has a price..."

Such statements proved true ever since the beginning of time, and continues to remain true to this day.

We learn it every single moment of our miserable lives - hell, it's even taught to us in school.

And yet here she was.

Sana should've listened to her Science teacher more.

Shame.

When she was first offered the job, she thought it was just another fashion line ambassador deal.

Heck, she was even excited for it. The other members started to get requested to be ambassadors of other luxury brands too, so she figured it was only a matter of time before she got picked as well.

Never in her life could she have expected this.

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It started after the press event.

"Ooof~ Yatta! Mmm~ Finally finished!" The young idol plopped unceremoniously in the backseat, melting into the plush cushions as she takes off her sleek black heels and massages her feet.

"Ugh, that took longer than it should. Can we go home now Oppa?"

"Mian, Sana-shi. The brand CEO is requesting your presence at their hotel's grand ballroom for the after-party, so your night's not over just yet. You know how uppity the higher-ups get about company relations and shit."

That prompted an annoyed scoff and a groan from the idol, but work is work. The manager at least had the decency to look at Sana with pity before driving off.

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Last sched for the day. Sana Fighting! After one final check of her appearance and fixing her hair a bit, Sana steeled herself and put on her most practiced idol smile. She confidently strutted down the hallway and was ushered in.

The after-party was everything you'd expect from a luxury brand and more. The clinking of champagne glasses, the miniaturized posh slop they call food, the fake smiles and empty compliments as everyone 'socialized' with each other. More like leech off each other.

Boring.

The idol rolled her eyes (mentally of course - she was anything but professional after all), and smiled as everyone greeted her. Here we go.

Sana's whole night consisted of greeting sheep - *ahem* PR people, accepting their business cards, a few empty promises here and there, take a picture. Rinse and repeat. Maybe a snack and a drink in between. Basically, she was on autopilot for majority of the event, until a depressed looking woman approached her and bowed.

"Ms. Minatozaki, our CEO requests your presence at the suite. He personally wants to thank and welcome you as our new ambassador."

Not really given a choice, the idol was ushered up to an elevator that led to the suite.

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*Ding*

The sleek metal doors of the elevator slid closed as Sana bade the secretary goodbye. She looked around in awe, marveling at the sheer opulence of the suite. Marbled floors, chandeliers, pristine furniture and antique vases. Expensive. Ugh, I better not break anything. Even with our money, I don't think I can cover for anything in here!

She continued down the hallway until she reached the living room, where she sees an old man in his bathrobe looking out the glass door of the balcony, wine in his hand.

"*Ehem* E-excuse me sir. Y-you wanted to see me?"

"Ah! Sana. Welcome. Please sit. Would you like a drink?"

The old man offered her a glass as she sat down. Sana offered a smile, but politely shook her head.

"I'm sorry sir. I still have schedules for tomorrow, so I can't really drink much tonight. Thank you though."

"I see... Welp, more for me then."

The CEO took a sip as he sat beside the young woman. He stared at her for a bit, his eyes focusing on her necklace.

"Y'know, that necklace of ours really does fit you... Exquisite. I'm happy we got you as an ambassador for our brand. I look forward to working with you more in the future."

"M-me too sir. Thank you for the opportunity." He extends his hand and she shakes it.

Mistake.

His index finger rubs against her palms creepily as he scoots closer to her. She had to fight the urge not to withdraw her hand in disgust, she had to be professional after all. Lucky for her, the CEO let go of her hand. Euck, Gross... What's with this old man?

She tries to scoot away discreetly, but the old man just kept coming near. The young idol keeps shuffling until she felt the end of the couch. Shit... She was trapped.

Sana shivered in disgust as the old man placed his hands on her knees, slowly inching up her thighs as he goes in for a kiss.

*Slap*

The faint stinging in her hand persisted as the slap resonated all around the room. Her heart was pounding - her breaths heavy. Hastily, the young idol got up and gathered her things, leaving the old man to his misery.

*Click*

To her horror, the door was locked.

The old man let out a dry laugh as he moved to refill his empty glass.

"You didn't think our deal with your company was that simple did you?"

With a sip and a condescending smile he looked at the frozen idol.

"That diamond necklace around your neck, that costs hundreds of millions of dollars my dear. We're one of the richest brands in all the world, what makes you think I couldn't just buy you just like that?"

Sana's eyes widened. She felt so sick, her stomach was turning. "T-they didn't-"

"'Fraid so my dear. Your company sold you out to me for a whole damn week."

His grin spread across his face as he watches the young idol blanch at his words in shock.

"T-that's... N-no! I'm not just some whore for you to play around with. I didn't consent to this! Let me out this instant or I'll sue!"

Frantically, she reached for her phone, opening the camera app and taking a video. Ha! This is my evidence. Take that you old geezer.

Her heart dropped as the CEO's smile got even wider.

"Fiesty. Heh~ Go ahead and film... you do that. Meanwhile, I'll be using every single one of my connections to destroy you and your little group. One word from me, and all your sponsorships, all your brand deals - even that of your members... Poof~" To accentuate his point, he held out this phone, hovering his finger over the call button.

She froze.

I-if it's only me, then I can take it. But the members... We worked so hard to get this far... Damnit! Why is this happening to me?

Minutes pass, and all Sana wants to do is cry. Her fists were clenched tight, lips bitten in frustration as her mind raced, thinking of what she should do.

She was interrupted when the old man spoke once again.

"If you're done thinking it over, get your dumb ass over here so I can use you. I'm not getting any younger here. Or should I just call my secretary and cancel everything now?"

She looked at him scathingly with fiery eyes as she walked over to him, her clenched fists shaking in anger. The old man didn't bat an eye. Instead he leaned back, staring at her with those condescending eyes.

"Well? Take that fucking dress off." Sana bit her lips as she hesitated, but the old man just looked at her impatiently. Slowly she stripped, unzipping the back of her dress and letting it fall to the ground. She gave it a light kick as her hands moved to cover her intimate parts, but the sight of her creamy skin was more than enough.

Excited, the CEO got up and cupped her cheeks, tilting it to face him as he looked at her eyes. Rebellious... Defiant... Just the way I like it.

"I'm gonna enjoy breaking you, kpop bitch."

He pushed her on the couch and started his assault. Her eyes shut tight as his tongue snaked along her milky porcelain neck - up, down, over the collarbone and even up to her ears.

*Sniff* "Mmm~ you smell so good Sana. Hmmm~ your scent is driving me crazy." The old man gave her a long wanton sniff that sent chills up her spine.

Fuck... This is so disgusting.... Endure Sana. For the girls... For the fans... For yourself. You have to endure.

Seeing the idol's eyes shut tight, the old man got more brazen. He took both of Sana's wrists and pinned them above her head, exposing Sana's clean shaven armpits. He gave her pits a series of needy sniffs, his breath tickling her a bit.

*Sniff* *sniff* "Ahhhh... You smell so... mmm~ divine." Her sweaty scent was enough to drive the old man into a frenzy. Like a mad dog, he licked the sweat off her pits wantonly, relishing in feeling her shudder against his tongue.

Meanwhile, his free hand groped her ample breasts, kneading them like dough. When he sensed the clip in front, he hurriedly removed her bra and threw it away, revealing her jiggly soft supple mounds...

He gulped. "They're mesmerizing..." Without preamble, the old man dove in and while looking at Sana's face, feasted on her breasts like a newborn baby. He squished them together and teasingly gave her pink dusky nipples a lick, enjoying the way the buds roll off his tongue.

He watched as Sana's expression change with every lick... with every suckle... with every squeeze. He watched as her brows scrunch together, her lips bitten red as she resisted his ministrations. He didn't stop until each bud was fully erect and shiny, thoroughly coated with his spit.

"*Slurp* *pop* Mmm~ yummy... Now, sit up and let me sit behind you."

Not really giving her a chance to resist, he pulled her up and smoothly slid behind her, cradling her between his legs. Much to his dismay, the young woman's eyes were still closed, her face not betraying any emotion. Annoying.

Eager to break her stoic facade, the old man reached between her legs, slipping his hand inside her lacy black panties. Dry... Mmm~ not for long.

With a practiced ease, his hand nimbly removed the young star's panties, unhooking it from one of her legs where one of her heels came off.

"Shaved huh? Shame, I like it hairy."

*Smack!*

Out of nowhere, his hand came down, delivering a light slap to Sana's clit. The Japanese idol bit her lip, a small gasp escaping her as she fought hard to stifle her moans. She didn't want to give in to him, not now, not ever.

*Smack!*

Another slap. Dead center against her core. The old CEO's dominant side took control as he taunted, "Mmm, you like this, don't you, slut? You like this old man slapping your wet pulsing cunt?"

*Smack!*

His hand came down again, this time with more force, causing the young woman's pussy to squelch audibly. His old wrinkly fingers traced the sensitive skin, exploring every inch with a mix of roughness and precision.

All the while, the old fuck buried his nose deep in the poor idol's neck and sniffed her once again, licking and sucking on her pulse point as he humps her plump ass.

*Sniff* "Mmm~ fuck, I can't get enough of your scent. Uhh~ you're worth every fucking penny I paid." His lips brushed against Sana's ear as he whispered naughty things.

*Smack!*

"Ahn~ mmmppph-" A small moan escaped her lips, which she promptly covered with one of her hands. Her face was a flushed mess, and she was panting like a bitch in heat.

W-What is happening? Mmm~ How is he so good at this... No! Sana, fight it! You're not getting horny because of this old pervert. Fight it!

"Yes, hold those moans for me my dear," He whispered into the idol's ear, his warm breath sending tingles down her body. "I like the challenge. I will break that infamous composure of yours, Sana." With a gentle bite to the girl's earlobe, his words pushed her further to the edge.

Each whisper was accompanied by another firm slap to the Japanese pussy, causing her moans to grow louder. Her hips were bucking slightly, and her body was writhing beneath the old man's magic touch. With each passing moment, her pussy gets wetter and sloppier.

Seeing his effect on the poor girl, he smirked. Not long now... just a bit more and she's mine...

With his free hand, he reached up and cupped Sana's perky breasts, her fingers teasingly circling the hardened peaks of her taut, erect nipples.

"Mmm, look at these gorgeous nipples, baby... So pink and so tender for me." He whispered huskily. He pinches each nipple and pulls.

"Fuck, S-stop it," She whimpered, her hips now bucking wildly, thrusting against his hand. Her body trembled with anticipation, craving release.

"That's it. Give in to the pleasure my dear. Let go for me."

As the old man continued to slap her cunt, the wet, lewd sounds filled the air, mixing with Sana's increasingly uninhibited cries.

She couldn't help but respond, her voice trembling with need. "Oh, fuck, D-don't stop... Harder please..."

The old man smirked, his slapping growing more intense, each stroke driving Sana closer to the edge. "You want it harder, huh? You're such a dirty fucking slut. Beg for it. Beg for my hand to pound your wet cunt."

F-fuck! I can't hold it anymore... Uhhh!

Sana's breath hitched as she finally gave in, her voice pleading, begging him. "Please, sir! Pound me! Pound my slutty cunt! I need it so fucking bad!"

*Smack!*

With a victorious grin, the old man slapped her pussy once more. "Who do you belong to? Huh? Tell me who's bitch you are!"

*Smack!*

With her back arching, she screamed, "Yours! I-I'm daddy's little kpop bitch begging to cum. Please make me cum daddy! Daddy! Uhhhh~"

*Smack!* *Smack!* *Smack!*

The old man's hand moved with reckless abandon, the wet slapping sounds echoing across the entire room. Sana's moans filled the air as she surrendered completely to the overwhelming pleasure building within her. She couldn't hold back any longer, her voice reaching a crescendo of pleasure. "Yes, fuck! Gonna cum! Cumming for you, Daddy! Oh, fuck!"

Upon, hearing her say that, the old man unceremoniously plunged his middle and ring fingers deep into her sweltering cunt. "Yes fucking cum, you slut. Point those toes of yours while cumming. Cum for me, drench my hand while I finger fuck your uptight cunt into submission."

His fingers skillfully hit her g-spot repeatedly, his palms still slapping her clit with each pass.

S-shit! This old man's too good! He's gonna make me cum. This old man's gonna make me cum! Fuck cummingcummingcummingAaaaahhh~!

With a primal scream, Sana's back arched, her legs spreading even wider, her legs quivered uncontrollably, her toes curling and pointing as the immense pleasure surged through every inch of her body.

With a loud squelching sound, her pussy released a torrent of pleasure, drenching the floor below. Sana's eyes rolled back, her body convulsing with sheer ecstasy as he fingered her into oblivion.

Spurt after spurt. Stream after stream she squirted. It took awhile for her orgasm to finally die down. Even then, she was still twitching as the old pervert continued to tease and flick her cunt occasionally.

Not giving her the time to rest, the horny old man took Sana and inverted her on the couch - her legs resting on the backrest whilst her head dangles off the edge.

He hurriedly tossed his robe aside, freeing his throbbing cock and presenting it to a still recovering Sana.

"Open your mouth and stick your tongue out."

His voice was stern, commanding. He took his cock and slapped it against Sana's face and tongue several times, smearing her face with precum and spit.

That is, until he decided the foreplay was enough. In one fell swoop, he fed her throat his cock, not stopping until he bottomed out.

"Glurk! Mmmmpphh~!"

Sana gagged, but the old man just kept pushing. She slapped his thighs, asking for mercy but there's none to be found. Her eyes bulged, tears spilling from the sides as she took his cock fully.

"That's right bitch. Fucking take it! Ahhrgh!"

Not giving her time to adjust, he intensified his thrusts, grabbing her feet and using them as handles. He planted his feet on each side of her head, essentially squatting on her face for every thrust. The sounds of his balls hitting her nose echoed across the room.

The old fuck growled, his voice deep and guttural as he praised Sana's cock-sucking abilities.

"That's it *pound* fuck! fucking take it! *pound* put that kpop mouth of yours to good use! *pound*" he said, his thrusts becoming even more forceful as he spoke.

Holy fuck, he's fucking my face so hard. She thought, her eyes rolling back in pleasure. She loved the feeling of him taking control, of him using her for his pleasure. It made her feel so dirty and so desired all at once.

With each powerful thrust, a line of thick drool stretched from his cock to her mouth, his huge balls slapping her nose repeatedly. Sana's saliva mixed with the precum dripping from him, creating a slippery mess as he relentlessly skull fucked her.

"Mhmm, gawk, glurgh,"

Sana's moans grew louder and more desperate, her arousal and submission evident in every sound that escaped her lips. The forceful thrusts of his cock made her drool uncontrollably, strands of spit dripping down her chin, soaking her face, and coating her hair.

"Mmmm, glurk, gulck.. Daddy, pleashh... guck-ahh... harder... *slurp*"

The old fucker's eyes burned with raw desire as he took in the sight of Sana's saliva-slicked face, her eyes glazed with lust. He wanted to push her limits, to see just how far she would go to please him. With a growl, he reached behind and tightened his grip on her hair, pulling her head back even further, causing her mouth to stretch wider.

"You want it rough, bitch? You want me to fuck your face until you're a drooling mess?"

Sana's body trembled with anticipation, her voice filled with need. "Yes, Daddy," she gasped, her voice laced with desire. "I want it rough. Make me your obedient cum dump."

Who was he to deny her request? Not when she was looking at him with those hazy lust filled eyes. Nay, impossible to deny.

His thrusts became even more forceful, his cock slamming into her mouth, jackhammering her head into the couch so hard her head bounced off the couch with each thrust.

Her eyes watered from the overwhelming sensations, her mascara running in dark rivulets down her cheeks, her lipstick long gone. Her once pristine face and hair smeared with her frothy saliva - and yet she asked for more.

"*Gulck* *gluck* Ohh... *glock* Y-yes, Daddy... *gawk* Fuck me... *gawk* harder!

In no time at all, the old geezer neared his climax, his thrusts grew quicker and more desperate. He could feel the pressure building in his balls, the need to release his pent-up desire growing stronger with each passing second. With one final deep thrust, he erupted, his cum shooting down Sana's throat.

"Ahh... fuck... cumming! fill that slutty mouth... Take it all bitch!"

Sana's muffled cries of pleasure mixed with the sound of his cum splattering against her throat. Her tongue worked tirelessly, collecting every drop she could as she eagerly swallowed his load.

Oh fuck, he's cumming! God it's too much she thought, feeling the hot jets of his seed shooting down her throat. The taste was intense, a mixture of saltiness and musk that coated her senses. "Gleugh," she gagged, feeling the sheer volume of his cum filling her mouth.

For a whole minute, his hot seed flowed continuously, filling her mouth and dripping up her inverted face. The thick ropes of cum covered her eyes, blocking her vision, while the rest streamed down her face, leaving trails of sticky warmth in its wake. Her hair became a canvas for the pearly liquid, as it clung to the strands, marking her with its unmistakable essence.

Coughing and gagging as the sheer volume overwhelmed her, Sana fought to swallow as much as she could. The old fuck came with such force that his cum still overflowed from her mouth, droplets cascading down her chin and onto her chest. She was a mess, a cum-drenched masterpiece, and yet, a smile played on her lips, a testament to her insatiable desire for pleasure.

As he finally finished, he pulled out of her mouth, and Sana gasped for air, her body still trembling with pleasure. She licked her lips, savoring the remnants of his cum, relishing in the mixture of their combined flavors. Her tongue swirled around, collecting every last trace of his cum.

But the old man wasn't done yet. With a firm grip on her hair, the old man guided her mouth towards his throbbing cock. He tilted her head back, exposing her open, willing mouth. A wicked glint danced in his eyes as he unleashed a torrent of warm piss, aiming it directly into her waiting mouth. The Japanese idol's lips parted, allowing the golden stream to enter, and she swallowed obediently, taking in his salty offering. The taste mingled with the remnants of his cum, creating a perverse cocktail that both excited and humiliated her.

Sana's eyes widened in shock and arousal as she gulped down his piss, feeling the degrading warmth slide down her throat. She obediently swallowed every drop, her body trembling with a mixture of humiliation and twisted pleasure. As the last drops of his piss trickled into her mouth, Sana swallowed it all, her body consumed by a mix of pleasure and humiliation.

She looked up at him, her face still glistening with his cum and her mouth tainted with his piss. A wicked smile played on her lips as she whispered, "Thank you, Daddy. I'm your filthy little cum dump."

The old fuck's eyes burn with a primal hunger as he watches Sana, still catching her breath from the mind-numbing skull fucking, her lips glistening with his essence. With a commanding presence, he grabs her by the waist and flips her over, positioning her on the couch in a prone position.

"Not done yet bitch. I took a pill so we'll be here all night long. Now, ass up." *Spank!*

Next Chapter: 1-2 Sana Arc; Free Use (TBC)

#sana smut #twice smut

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nyxrryl · 1 year

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Legally Blonde Reader x Bonten

Bonten had no idea what they were signing up for when they hired their lawyer, (name) (last name).

of course, the criminals already had a vague idea of what to expect from a lawyer, the typical, uptight, cold and serious demeanour- nicely tailored monocoloured suits where most likely the only pop of colour would be a dark coloured tie, maybe tie clip- safe to say they didn't exactly expect to see their lawyer enter their office for the first time in a bright pink ensemble- a pastel pink button up that had the collar unbuttoned, a hot pink blazer and pink pants, with a pretty pink Prada purse and an alluring, definitely expensive smelling perfume/cologne practically announcing his presence. "oh my gawd hi!! nice to meet you all, i'm (name) (last name), its like so good to meet you all!" he said in a cheery, upbeat voice.

this was definitely not what the Bonten men were expecting, at all.

they also weren't exactly expecting getting called by (name) in the middle of the day

"heyy! so, this is totally awkward but like, i may have done an oopsie, mind helping a guy out? i'm not exactly as experienced in taking out the trash." he said aloud on loudspeaker for all the men to hear, Kakucho raising an eyebrow at this, sure they had gotten to know the lawyer better to the point there's no longer that odd tension between them,--even if it took months and a good amount of lunch breaks being shared between the individuals in order to warm up to the lawyer--but to just help with chores? "you don't know how to take out your own garbage?" "ugh- no silly! i mean a body, i mean, he isn't dead but-" they overhear him kicking what they can only presume to be some poor mans body. "-i think he's unconscious, still- i don't exactly know what to do with him, i mean i restrained him in case he wanted to try something but can you guys pleaaaase just help? pretty pleasee?~" he begged, whining into the phone. meanwhile, the men in the conference room just stare at each other in shock- none of them expected their preppy, cheerful hot pink lawyer to need help on handling a body of all things.

"where are you?" Mikey spoke up, having been silent the entire call but deciding why not lend him a helping hand- the platinum haired man did owe (name) a favour- something he wouldn't admit seeing it happened just out of nowhere when (name) got him taiyaki, claiming it was the last batch of the day and that he owed him, something he would probably shoot the person for suggesting but he made an exception for name- a decision definitely not influenced by the bag full of taiyaki left for him. the rest of Bonten were a little surprised to see Mikey take the initiative but they'd follow his decision.

"oh, right i'm at (location)." "we'll be there in 10." "okay~" and with that (name) hung up and the men went on to get to the location, upon arriving, they found (name) in an alley, one hand on his phone and the other holding what looked like.. a pink taser? adding to that, he had a man under his heel- the man was on the floor and had his arms bound together on his back, where it was bound, (name) was stepping on it. "oh hey guyss, he hasn't woken up- don't worry he's not dead, i don't think so at least- but mind giving a hand please?~" he put his hands together in a pleading manner, turning to the men- "is that a taser?" "yep! its pink too, isn't it cute?~" he grinned and as he said that, the bound man finally regained consciousness- wriggling around to which (name) just stepped on him, clearly hard as the Bonten men swore that they heard a crack from it. "who even is this guy?" "oh, he's just some creep that tried to touch me. don't worry, you can clearly see i handled it, nearly killed him too- i'm glad i didn't though." the smile (name) bore as he replied was somewhat unsettling to the men, of course seeing violence wasn't exactly all that new to them but to see this seemingly innocent man be so cheerily vicious struck them, be it in a good or bad way they couldn't say, they could just admit it was quite the revelation. nonetheless they helped him out, afterwards (name) let out a sigh of relief, "thanks guys, i owe you one. ugh, i need to take a shower after dealing with that piece of rotten garbage." he said as he wiped his hands off.

"well aren't you very cleanly." Kokonoi commented and (name) smiled "of course! i just got my nails done just now, i'd hate for the polish to end up being affected by wastage like him." he showed off his newly done nails, to nobody's surprise they were bright, barbie doll pink. "aren't they cute! oh if only i could get matching nails with (pet's name), that would be adorable!" the men looked at him, confused- "who?" "(pet's name), y'know! my pet, look!" he pulled out his phone and showed them a picture of said pet, sitting in one of his bags. "they're my darling angel, oh how i would love to bring him to stay by my side when doing work but professionalism and all." he sighed as he put his phone away. "i mean, i wouldn't mind if you brought in your pet, as long as it's behaved and all" Kakucho admitted, and before the others could even give their input, (name) beamed at the invitation- "really?! omg i'll be sure to bring them, don't worry they're toilet trained, i myself hate having an eyesore of a litterbox personally." he squealed thinking of his precious baby coming to work with him, what outfit should he give? they HAVE to match, that's a clear rule.

the others would've interjected but how could they? he looked so excited. maybe just one day with a pet in the office would be fine, it'd be bearable for just a day. a single day, that would be all.

okay they may have taken back that comment upon seeing the adorable little (pet), they enjoyed having it around and even would at times take breaks just to pet it cause stress-- give the men a break they work hard. (name) was overjoyed upon seeing the men be so open to having his pet at work. maybe they could let the pet stay other days too, it was nice to have a stress reliever right there, of course, if (name) allowed so after this.

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wri0thesley · 2 years

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shakes my little can of ideas. Diluc who just reeeeally wants you, really needs you, and has such intense desire for you, that when he finally snaps and just holds you down and needs to feel every inch of you even though you're trying to push him off, beg him to stop please... but he just keeps muttering 'i'm sorry, i'm sorry, you're just too pretty i need you, i need you' Ugh. Delicious. Brought to you by a very weird dream of mine.

apologies - yandere diluc x reader (2.7k)

cw: NON-CON. very very explicitly non-con, this is kind of gross. afab reader with no pronouns or gendered terms used, although there are some vague allusions to courtship and reader wears a shift to sleep in. diluc is yandere and delusional and lovesick and apologises and minimises his actions a lot.

You have always considered Diluc Ragnvindr a gentleman.

He has always been polite to you; courteous, his face serious, his tone perfectly proper. Opening doors for you and offering you a free (non-alcoholic, naturally, as he could not be seen co-ercing anybody) drink at his tavern; when you had found yourself stranded in a sudden lightning storm close to Dawn Winery, you had not thought for one moment there would be any danger in knocking on the door of the manor and asking if you may wait it out.

“Of course you can,” Diluc had said, the very corners of his mouth turning up, his tone warm. “Stay the night, please - I couldn’t forgive myself if something were to happen to you traversing these roads, they’ll be waterlogged for days.”

As you had no retinue with you and no provisions for anything longer than a meandering walk (having found yourself lulled into a false sense of security by the glorious weather when you had set out from Springvale), you had been only too happy to take up the offer. It had been a civil, polite affair - Diluc and you warming yourselves by the fire, polite questions about the wellbeing of your family, a compliment on the way the colour of your clothing today complimented your hair and your eye--

Of course, you know Diluc is not often prone to compliments - and perhaps you had preened a little at the sweet words from him, had imagined what it would be like to be the betrothed and adored of the most eligible bachelor in Mondstadt.

But that was all it had been.

Imagination.

The heavy form on top of you now is most certainly not your imagination.

“You couldn’t sleep either?” Diluc breathes against your ear, his weight pinning you down into feather-soft mattress, heat radiating from him. “You were just so close, I couldn’t help myself--”

You had been shown to a luxurious guest room just down the hall from the quarters that Diluc himself commandeered as his own; a pretty maid showing you the adjoining bathroom, bobbing you a curtsey and telling you that you were an esteemed guest and to please feel free to use anything that you found in the room or to tug at the bell pull if you needed anything. She had even procured for you a thin white cotton shift from the maid’s clean laundry that just about fitted you, though you couldn’t help but feel a little exposed in it - you had thanked her effusively, knowing Diluc certainly did not need to go to all of this trouble for you.

You wonder what the maid would do, now, if you somehow shoved the master of the house off of you and managed to pull the bell to alert them to the need for assistance.

You couldn’t sleep because the downy soft pillows beneath your head were too soft, the scent of expensive cedar wood and apples that pervade the winery too unfamiliar, the cotton against your bare thighs different to your own ordinary night things - but Diluc, you realise, thinks you have been waiting for him.

You make a token attempt to struggle underneath his weight, your voice coming out a soft and reedy thing;

“M-Master Diluc, I’m flattered, but--”

A hot mouth finds your jawline; trails kisses from your ear to your throat. Fingers tug at the blanket covering you.

“You’re so pretty,” Diluc says, breathless. “I’m sorry, I can’t help myself--”

You squeak aloud as a big, bare hand lands on your thigh and slides up - searing heat from Diluc’s scarred, calloused palm leaving what you’re sure must be a visible trail. You struggle underneath him, fear suddenly feeling sharp and sour in your throat.

“D-don’t!” You practically squeak it out, feeling tears rise to your eyes as you realise fully how hopeless the situation is - as the feel of Diluc’s fingers parting your legs reminds you of how much stronger he is than you, how much broader, how much more important he is in the grand scheme of all things.

“I’ve wanted you for months,” he says. “Y-you’ve driven me mad, I need you--”

You would never have guessed. You try and think back to all of the other times that you’ve seen Diluc since then; try to remember if he had seemed particularly out of sorts - but your mind comes up blank. He has never seemed particularly sweet on you compared to anyone else.

(You don’t know, of course, of the nights he’s spent with a fist curled around his cock and his teeth digging into his pillow to the thought of how soft you would be beneath him, how lovely you would look all helpless and bare for him).

“D-Diluc,” you plead. “Please! W-we can court, I promise - we can g-go to concerts, and on walks, just please d-don’t--”

You cry out again as Diluc grunts against your ear, as you feel him shift and feel the unmistakable heavy heat of something between his legs digging into your bare thigh. He’s pulling up your shift, now - the blankets pulled down, the air cloyingly warm as it hits your newly freed skin.

(Does all air that swirls about Diluc turn warm? Or is he simply particularly emotional right now? You do not like either thought).

“You’re so pretty,” he repeats. “I can’t wait.”

You make another token attempt to struggle away beneath him - your hips wriggling, your mouth opening to cry out once more, your shoulders shaking from side to side as tears finally do spill down your cheeks.

Diluc stops you from screaming for help with a forceful kiss.

“Don’t,” he says against your lips, so vulnerably tender it makes you feel sick. “I love you--”

You want to snap at him. You want to tell him this is not love - if it were, you wouldn’t be struggling, wouldn’t be fighting, wouldn’t be crying with your heart beating like a wounded animal - but there is nothing you can say as he muffles your protests with his mouth, as his teeth tug at your bottom lip and his tongue slips into your mouth like a thief in the night and drinks you in.

Your hands are terribly ineffectual as you push at his broad shoulders. There is nothing you can do but lay beneath him and take it, even as one of his hands slides up your bare stomach and suddenly he is cupping your breast, fingers sliding over your nipple.

“So pretty,” he repeats, breaking the kiss, looking down at you with those crimson wine-dark eyes. “Don’t cry--”

“Stop it,” you tell him, brokenly, but it does not. Instead, his brows simply draw in.

“I need you,” he repeats, as if this makes it okay. And then, horrifyingly; “Please, let me . . . I’m sorry--”

Your throat is too dry to try screaming again. You have heard tell, before, that when someone is truly terrified they simply lose the ability to create sound - they try to scream, but no sound comes out. That is almost how it feels for you. You are frozen as he dips his head down, as he lathes his hot tongue over your nipples until they are hard and peaking under his ministrations. You want to scream - but nothing comes out except shallow gasps of breath.

“I’m sorry,” he repeats, even as your shift has been pushed to your collarbones and your entire body is free to be drunk in by his adoring, sickeningly loving gaze. “Archons, you’re beautiful.”

You grow terribly used to his apologies.

Your throat lets you emit a high-pitched whimper as he parts your thighs - as one of those hot, calloused hands slips between them, to tease at the seam between your legs.

“Please,” Diluc is saying. “I’m sorry, please, you’re so pretty, I need to feel you,” he is saying, as one of his fingers slips between the lips of your sex to tease at your clit. “I don’t want to hurt you--”

Your hips squirm beneath him, trying to escape from the onslaught of his fingers over your pleasure point, but it is to no avail when his figure is so oppressively heavy on top of yours and your legs are spread apart with such strength. You suck in a pained breath as one of his fingers slips inside of you, coaxing wetness from you quite against your will.

Diluc kisses your cheeks where the tears have wetted them; murmurs more apologies in between heavy breaths that you know are of arousal. His thumb rubs over your clit instead, as his lone finger pumps in and out, trying to make sure you’re wet enough to take him.

That feeling - that calloused thumb, the rhythm of his heavy breathing and the soft whispers of how beautiful you are - they all leave you feeling confused underneath him as a hundred thoughts and feelings and sensations all swirl around in your head.

(At least it is not his mouth), you think, as his thumb continues to tease pleasurable sparks from your clit. You do not know if you could handle looking down and seeing those crimson locks of hair between your thighs, deal with the thought of his tongue traversing the same plane that his fingers are.

“You feel so good,” Diluc mumbles, kissing across your neck, your collarbone, messy. “You’re so lovely . . . mine . . . you’re mine--”

Fingers curled just so, thumb rubbing at just the right angle with just the right pressure - and your orgasm sneaks up on you like a bandit ambush, as your hips thrust in surprise and you let out a whimper of pleasure-confusion, not understanding how this could be happening and still feel so good.

“That’s right,” Diluc breathes. “So good, so pretty . . . Ugh, I’m sorry, can’t hold it in any longer--”

He shifts whilst his fingers are still moving jerkily inside of you, little shivers of your retreating orgasm making you feel light-headed and confused. Something nudges between your thighs, slick and thick and hard.

“I’m sorry,” he breathes, one more time, “I can’t help myself,” - and then, Diluc Ragnvindr is gently forcing his cock inside of your wet, yielding body.

He moves inside of you slowly, letting you get used to the stretch of him, caging you beneath him with strong arms either side of your head. The gaze that he keeps on you, though, never fades from anything other than adoring. He’s utterly besotted, you realise. He’s lovesick for you, and there’s nothing you can do right now but take the thrust of his cock as he slowly pumps it in and out.

“So beautiful,” he’s saying. “I’m sorry, I just couldn’t help myself--”

The planes of his abdomen rub against your already-swollen and sore clit.

. . . Would it be so bad? You’ve come for him once; and he is handsome and strong and he keeps telling you that he loves you . . . if there is no escape, why should you not simply melt into it? Surely nobody would think ill of you for giving in, when the stretch of his cock is making your thighs twitch and warmth sparkle in your stomach.

Diluc kisses you again, mumbles about how much he needs you - and instead of staying slack-mouthed beneath him, you hesitantly mouth back at his lips. Diluc groans, his eyelashes fluttering in pleasure.

His hips speed up. He’s still not rough with you - you think, from the uncoordinated slap of his hips and the mumbles and the dusting of flushed red on his cheeks that he has little experience - but he certainly becomes more enthusiastic.

“I knew you’d understand,” he slurs, pulling back before he peppers your cheeks and nose with more of them. “I knew-- we were meant to be together, darling, angel, pretty thing--”

A whimper-moan escapes your mouth unbidden and Diluc groans like he has just heard the music that angels play in Celestia. You force yourself to stop thinking of the series of events that lead you here. You force yourself to forget that he is fucking you against your will, that you protested him pushing his cock inside of you and cried as Diluc made excuses about how you were just too pretty to resist and he needed you so badly - and instead, you concentrate on the warm heat of being stretched open.

. . . It does feel good.

You hate that it feels good, but you are not willing to lie to yourself - and if you are here, if you have no choice . . . perhaps you ought to simply let yourself melt into it.

Your hands fly up to cling to Diluc’s broad shoulders - surprise flitters across his expression, but it’s quickly replaced by that adoration that is so thick you feel it settle in your bone marrow.

“You feel so good,” he mumbles. “‘M sorry, ‘m getting carried away--”

It doesn’t matter, you tell yourself. It doesn’t matter, as he begins to increase in speed and a soft moan escapes your mouth. It doesn’t matter how wet the sound of him driving in and out of you is, when you can simply concentrate on the flares of pleasure that are sparking in your lower stomach with every thrust.

The pace increases - but all you do is sigh, arch your back, and let it.

Diluc keeps murmuring apologies interspersed with compliments interspersed with justification - I’m sorry you’re beautiful I needed to do this I’m sorry you’re so so pretty I needed to feel you I needed to have you I’m sorry I’m sorry - but you banish those, too, to a different part of your mind. You concentrate only on the thrust and the pull and the push.

The emptiness contrasted with the fullness, the pleasure points inside of you that Diluc finds with every cant of his hips. His mumbles become nothing more than background noise as the complicated cat’s-cradle of strings inside of you are pulled and manipulated, so taut that any of them could snap at any moment.

And then they do.

And pleasure washes over you anew.

You feel yourself come for him as his cock twitches inside of you; your body pulsing and spasming around him even as warmth fills your insides and Diluc comes, crowding your sex with his seed. Your thighs tremble in response as he grinds into you, eking out the very last drops of both of your orgasms.

(You force yourself not to think of how you came for him, and the shame therein; you made the best of a bad situation, you force yourself to say, even though the glow of two peaks has settled about you and warmed your cheeks and made you breathless).

“You’re beautiful,” he rumbles again, as he pulls out - as his seed drips from your stretched hole, staining the sheets. His hand moves from caging you in - flitters nervously beside your cheeks, before he cups the soft skin and pulls you into another kiss.

You kiss him back in surprise. What else can you do?

“I love you,” Diluc says to you, simply, when the kiss ends - as if he hasn’t just taken something precious and intimate from you. “I know I should have waited . . . but having you here, beneath my roof, how pretty you looked all soaked from the rain . . . you understand, don’t you?” His fingers dig harder into your cheek. “You still love me, don’t you?”

You have never loved Diluc Ragnvindr.

You have never cared about him more than on a surface level; the pleasure of being flirted with by such a well-known, well-regarded figure, and the romantic daydream of being snatched away from a humdrum life by the lord of the manor. But Diluc is staring at you with something that you think is need writ clear in his eyes, and . . .

And you think about Monstadt.

You think of how they adore him; of all of the other people who would kill to be in your place, who wouldn’t have swallowed back tears as the most handsome and eligible man in the nation made love to them. You think of how easy it would be, for Diluc to ruin your reputation - for him to say that you seduced him into this, to pull sad faces and pass on whispers until you were fair run out of town. For Diluc to make you unimportant, to turn everyone you knew against you and make himself the victim of all this, spreading whispers about how cruel you are to spread rumours he would do something so heinous--

“I love you,” you choke out.

And Diluc smiles at you, bright like the moon, and you think that he never expected you to say anything but.

#non con cw #non-con cw #yandere diluc #not sfw #genshin impact posting #writing #yandere for ts #dark content for ts #dead dove do not eat #yandere genshin impact

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jahnavisurenda-21 · 2 months

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Hazbin Hotel||Alastor X Reader||Stress Relief

Take a deep breath, before you yell at some poor face who just happens to have the misfortune to walking in to one of your days, where everything seems to be going south.

This seemed to have taken one of the most bizarre turns you could have ever imagined, you had no idea why you had agreed to such a trivial, petty matter.

Oh! Now you remember it was Charlie, who had clasped your hand looked at you with the doe eyes which reminded you of some of the Korean shows you watched as a teen and young adult.

You would admire the eye makeup, the most because once your dad who had been a makeup artist had told his philosophy of makeup to look absolutely flawless, the eyes and lips should be standing out the most.

Totally irrelevant, you didn't understand the point of recalling this faint memory of your dad. You wished you could just go back to your suburban house, in the mountainside feel the spring flowers touch your skin again, you can't believe you once hated them.

Well, you always, miss what you once never cherished and lost.

"Coming this far, can't believe all the messed-up hotel mess is on Y/n." Angel dust once told Alastor, "The civil examinations study there and study even after your dead!"

"A what now?" Alastor questioned, "Oh! you didn't know? Not very bad now, are you?" Niffty asked, climbing on Alastor.

"What exams?" Alastor had asked once again, pushing Niffty from his shoulder,

"You always are the last person to know about anything are you? Don't you have like special powers or something which you can spy on anyone?"

Alastor looked at them like he was just about to lose his smiling grin, but of course smile is the best makeup.

"So, you know right Heaven is facing some economical crisis they spent so much time providing the 'perfect after life' guess the angels forgot money doesn't exactly grow on trees." Angel said sarcastically. But some hints of satisfaction could be made out.

"How exactly is this related to Y/n now?"

"You seriously don't know anything." Vaggie interjected, "When you had mysteriously run of in one of your 'expeditions' Adam the asshole came to the hotel, not for the execution apparently in the weekly magazine or something in heaven there was about a mysterious economist, or a business manager who was really good at managing expenses and could stabilize the afterlife."

"Well that turned out nicely did it not?"

"Ugh!" Vaggie hit her head, "No you egocentric, piece of shi--"

"Don't try that with me." Alastor warned,

"Yeah yeah she's really good." Angel finished, "It was tracked to Y/n, now heaven knows that Y/n is still choosing to be in hell, Now they want her there in heaven."

"To help them manage there life."

"Y/n has to write a civil exam the hardest one, or else they would attack the hotel."

"Well they don't know who they are messing with."

You sniffled, "Can't do this anymore." You murmured, "Want to die."

"Now my dear, is that a word you should use when you are literally saving the hotel?" Alastor appeared like the shadow, like always.

"Alastor?" You slowly poked your head from the blanket, "Why dear you're a mess!" Alastor said moving next to you on the bed,

"Can I put my head on your lap?" You asked, he nodded cheerfully.

"So why did you agree to this my dear?"

"I didn't want to fail everyone the extermination is already scheduled earlier than expected I didn't want to crush Charlie's dream."

"You're working really hard, without sleeping, isn't that concerning? It's concerning me."

"Thank god your here!" You said,

Alastor put a hand on your tear-stained cheeks.

"It's time for a little rest. Dear."

"I can't the exam is in three more days I think, I don't know how time works in hell."

"If That Adam guy keeps bothering you, I'll just remind him why I am here."

You laughed, "I'm sure you will."

You kissed his cheek, "Thank you."

"Never forget to smile my dear, and now take care."

He switched of the lights, and saw you instantly hold him close before cuddling up to him, he really knew how to make you loosen up a bit.

#lovestories #romance #alastor fanfiction #alastor hazbin hotel #alastor the radio demon #alastor x reader #alastor x you #beauty #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin hotel fandom #hazbin alastor #alastor #radio demon #the radio demon

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bitchlessdino · 1 year

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https://twitter.com/httpdaddy18/status/1551832707008806917?t=ZteLXvuJxQ_izjRilsoNeg&s=19

nsfwlink!!!! idk if your request r open and like if its alr to send this kind of link im sorry in advance if its not alr😭 but can i request a mafia coups x reader where they have to go to a part like a ceremony or sumn idk how to explain it but cheol doesnt want to cuz reader looks so hot with her perfect body pls tysm🫶🫶❤️‍🩹

Pairing: mafia leader!seungcheol x fem!reader

Genre: smut

Word count: 800+

tags: drabble, reader wearing dress, brief mentions of violence and guns, mafia leader au, brief mention of ass play, fingering, let me know if I'm missing anyone

author note: link is nsfw this video literally had me by its gorilla grip, her ass is so nice, wow. literally twitching thinking about cheol giving me the slightest bit of attention

Seungcheol is and always has been a dangerous man. Like a grim reaper, he is timely at the scene of many crimes, whether he is calling the shots or releasing the trigger himself. Although he has a vast amount of skills, his most impressive one has to be when he comes out of every fight unscathed, unbroken, and stronger than ever. Upon meeting him for the first time, you were rightfully terrified of him, yet there was an allure to the pure imminent danger that radiates off him. He certainly had an addictive charm that you would resist, and he thought that same way about you.

He described you as…decadent. If anything, to him, you were the dangerous one.

“How do I look?”

Before you even ask him, he's looking at you through the mirror. You bore into your reflection, seeing the fit of your event attire for the first time after buying it, and feeling down your figure. His bottom lip gets caught between his teeth, eyes preying on how the expensive fabric clung to your breasts, your hips, and your ass, his chest heaving in delirium. Parting his legs, he runs a hand through his hair in frustration, already pitching a tent in his slacks. “Mouth-watering.”

You scrunch your nose, finding his feedback rather promiscuous, and turn around to face him with your hands on your hips. “You make me out like I'm a full-course meal.”

His lips stretch wide across his face. He chuckles, pushing himself off the bed.

“Well, aren’t you?”

He makes his way towards you, hands over yours, gaze shifting from top to body, only minding himself with how many ways he can make you scream his name in a matter of seconds. “I could just eat you up.”

You erupt in girls, arms slipping out of his grasp and looping around his neck. “Promise?”

His lips attached to your neck, Seungcheol languidly moves against your skin. You feel a shiver run down your spine, temperature rising in the peak of your cheeks, and you moan a sweet melody for Seungcheol, and only Seungcheol, to hear. “Ugh, I wish we didn’t have to go to this wedding, I much rather stay back with you.”

“We could do just that.” He comments, tugging you closer to him, the nape of your neck preoccupied.

A groan escapes your lips, fingering the hem of his collar, “We can’t, besides the bride and groom, you’re the most important person there. Everyone will be waiting for you.”

“Exactly, so what do we have to be worried about?”

You roll your eyes. “We should be prompt, cordial guests–oh…”

His hand claps harshly against your cheek, soothing it in a squeeze, and here you were vibrating against him. “And I say you look too good for anyone there. I should keep you all to myself. How ‘bout it?”

You didn’t need to answer, already lacing your fingers through his hair. His lips soft against yours, Seungcheol has his arms slithering around your waist, ass cheek in each hand. He gives you a hard spank against each side, cupping it aggressively until you feel his nails piercing through the fabric. When he wasn’t inflicting pain, he’d stroke its curvature. His palms smoothed over your shapely posterior, the pad of the middle digit stroking up the slit between its cheeks, and lingers on your puckered hole, daringly hidden underneath the dress alone. “No panties? Baby…”

“I-I was gonna put them on afterward,” you stutter.

He can’t help but enjoy your uneven breath as he makes you watch his hand trail up your leg to part of the slit of your dress. Heart pounding against its ribcage, your leg arches against his thigh intuitively and in turn, he dips his hips in yours. A corner of his lips perks up when his hand travels to your cunt, ghosting over your arousal-stained entrance to lightly dip a digit and drag along your folds.

You tighten your abdomen while his chuckles tickle your skin, your back pressing into the mirror, and feel him tease its skin before a hand lurch on your core and plunges inside you. Your hips twitch in anguish, steadying yourself on his shoulders, controlling yourself at the mental capacity of a household goldfish.

“Mmp—fuck, so good.”

Seungcheol studies how your face contorts in obvious gratification: eyes fluttering rapidly, the tension pent in your fingers and torso, and mouth falling slightly ajar to only call out his name. He gradually increases the fingers, soaking his bare knuckles while your feet barely touch the ground. “You don’t want to go anywhere. Say it.”

“I-“ you choke on your moans, his digits twisting into, hooking inside, practically teasing you, “I-I don’t want to go anywhere.”

“Yeah, where do you want to be,” he lowly encourages.

All but his thumb rammed inside you, the pad of outlier pressed against your clit, drawing circles to have it form tears of pleasure in your eyes. You let out a loud groan, stomach jerking forward involuntarily, your arousal ascending to almost a form of enlightenment, sputtering utter nonsense.

“Come on, baby, you can say it.”

His eyes drone in on you intently, picking up the pace as you sob against his lips.

“I want to s-stay here. All n-night. With you.”

#svthub #seungcheol smut #scoup smut #seventeen smut #choi seungcheol smut #seventeen drabbles #scoups drabble #seungcheol drabble #seventeen fanfics #seungcheol fanfic #seventeen scenarios #choi seungcheol #seungcheol #seventeen #seventeen scoups #seventeen seungcheol

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nanamikentoseyebags · 7 months

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pairing: kento nanami x f!reader

content: just two grumps being grumpy together, alcohol consumption, pathetically self ship coded!!

wc: ~ 1.3k

a/n: my poor lil attempt to write something again, don't judge too hard, i just needed to feel some comfort

Whoever is in charge of the event has terrible taste in music, Kento Nanami mentally remarks, taking a small sip of the way more disgusting whiskey and placing the glass on the bar with an audible "clink". He wearily surveys the room, running his eyes over the expensive gilt-framed paintings, the elaborately inlaid furniture, and the huge elephant in the room in form of a grand black piano, that most definitely hasn't felt a human touch in at least a couple decades.

Myriads of stars are scattered across the ceiling in intricate patterns, like fluttering moths surrounding a lonely chandelier, decorated with what looks like tiny diamond droplets. It radiates a soft glow that seems to make even the faces of these people look pleasant somehow. He hates this place, or rather he has to hate it, because now it has become a nest of the most poisonous snakes - a reception for the richest, most prominent, most influential people in the city: the owners of the biggest financial companies that seem to own the whole world in their heads. Kento frowns, rubbing the bridge of his nose tiredly and cursing his boss for obliging him to attend it.

A quiet “Ughhhh, that’s disgusting,” snaps Nanami out of his thoughts, drawing him to turn in your direction, watching curiously as you spit out one of the appetizers and wrap it in a napkin. "This is a real culinary crime! Who the hell would think of ruining food so cruelly? Ugh, I should sue them for the moral damage this appetizer just did to me". Reaching for your glass, you took a couple sips and held it out to your boyfriend, cringing, "and serving people champagne like that is a crime too. I thought everything was top notch at these receptions," you paused, "you know I'm going to say this, but I'll say it anyways, here: I could have done it better...God, I need something to wash this disgusting taste down with."

"Of course you would, darling," Kento chuckles, "And I don't think there's anything edible here at all," he sets your glass on a tray of a passing waiter, "I'm afraid you're the only sweet thing here."

A death stare, that's what he sees, turning to you again. "Very funny," you roll your eyes playfully, nudging him lightly in the side, "I always wonder…how do they do that?" you motion your hand to the groups of people talking amongst themselves.

"Do what?" his tilts his head to the side, leaning closer to you, his arm goes around your waist, slowly stroking the curve of your hip.

"Pretending to like everything, from terrible food to engaging into conversations with people they can't stand. Sometimes I think their faces are about to crack from those strained smiles."

“Long years of practice, I think. I doubt they'd be much good at it if they didn't know how to cast fake smiles at every partner and then ruin their firms with the same grin."

"Atrocious," you give a dismissive glance to another pair of presumably millionaires fluffing up their feathers and parading like male birds in front of a couple of women.

"Sorry for bringing you here, I-" he doesn't have time to finish the sentence, feeling your arms tightly circle his torso.

"I don't mind at all, I might even enjoy standing here with you all grumpy and dissatisfied with everything and everyone. It's more fun together," you wink at him, stroking his back.

“Oh yeah, I wouldn’t want anyone else to be grumpy with,” he pauses, looking at your perplexed expression, “okay…” with a sigh he continues, “in my defense I might just say that it sounded less cheesy in my head”. You giggle, watching the tips of his ears turning red. “On the other note,” Kento’s hand flies up to gently caress the apple of your cheek with his thumb, “I know I’ve said it like a thousand times today but you look absolutely divine.”

And he means it, as much as he hates to be here, he thinks you are made for this. You are made to be surrounded by this splendor he believes he fails to give you. As if you'd stepped out of one of those ornate paintings, in that ethereal silk dress of yours and hairdo, you really do look like a deity to him, walking around your chambers.

And before he even gets a chance to tell you this, a loud “Nanamiiiiii,” thunders across the whole space, the approaching steps of his boss reverberate tenfold in Kento’s head, as he reluctantly lets go off you and turns to face the horror in the flesh.

"Our most reticent Nanami has finally shown the world his gorgeous chosen one," the nearly bald, stocky man approaches you two with a broad smile, plastered on his face, exposing his porcelain teeth. His wrinkled face is adorned with a pathetically thin mustache, with gold-rimmed sunglasses perched on his nose. He smells of expensive alcohol and cheap cologne, you have time to notice a pair of huge rings on his fingers when he, without a second's hesitation, takes your hand and brings it to his lips. "Pleased to meet you, Ms. Y/n, Nanami doesn't spread himself too widely about his life, but your name almost never leaves his lips."

"Y/n, this is my boss, Mr...."

"I'm just Steve to you," he blurts out in a half-drunk grin, still not letting go of your hand. Kento’s eyes roll to the back of his head, as he rubs his temple tiredly, struggling to keep his cool.

"Nice to meet you...Steve," looking absolutely unimpressed, you gently pull your hand out of his iron grip, taking your now speechless with anger boyfriend, under his arm, and smiling with feigned gentleness, "Kento has told me a lot about you, thank you for inviting us to this wonderful dinner."

“Nah, that’s the best decision I’ve ever made,” he chuckles, “you should try to convince your man to go out more often, especially with such a beauty by his side, it should be a real pleasure. He has a great future, my dear, a great future,” he wagged his finger right in front of your face, “okay, lovebirds, I have to go… I have to go, I have to cheer up a couple of losers, whose careers I will destroy tomorrow.” And he bursts in an almost inhuman laugh that seems to make everyone in the room but him uncomfortable. “But I'll see you soon," and once again taking your hand in his leaves another loud, wet kiss on your palm before retreating to another direction.

“Ugh, what an asshole”, you wipe your hand on the soft fabric of your dress, "'so, did I get to act all happy? It was quite hard since I was affected by the sight of his awful mustache.”

Hearing no reply, you raised your head to meet the two agates that had been staring back at you for a long time, gleaming adoringly. Kento's face is playing with the brightest smile you've seen this evening.

“What?” you frown, not sure where the sudden burst of amusement is coming from.

“Nothing”, he smiles wider, “just glad I'm here with you. Speaking of which, why don't we sneak out of here right now?” he holds out his hand to you.

“I thought you'd never ask”, you let out a sigh of relief, intertwining your fingers, as you quietly head for the exit. Away from the lying people and cruel games, quietly grumbling about various little things along the way. He carries a pair of your uncomfortable heels in one hand as you walk beside him in your evening dress and favorite sneakers, clinging to him tighter and thinking that the world isn't so bad when you have someone to be grumpy with.

#not proofread #as jess says we die like men #junamicore #nanami kento #kento nanami #jjk nanami #nanami fluff #nanami kento x reader

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miamochi-writes · 1 year

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hihi! can you write vash being with an artist and them needing to finish a commission since they're running low on money and ends up pulling multiple all-nighters, not really taking care of themselves and vash like forces them to take a break? (college is killing me rn :,)) thanks !!

A/n: Ooo I can sort of relate to this, just mainly the all-nighters :’) Also hope you don't mind Vash giving the reader some much needed TLC ❤️Enjoy!

A Break from Perfectionism

“Ugh, why does the chin look weird?”

“Now the eyes aren’t leveled,”

“Hands are the worst to draw!"

"Why do they still look wonky? They shouldn't look like this!"

You kept muttering to yourself as you tried to sketch on your drawing pad. You were limited on supplies, so this drawing had to be perfect. You already used up most of your supplies at the last town with your previous commissions. You already spent most of your double dollars to restock on the set of charcoal sticks and sketch paper you used. Just like clothes, art supplies were expensive to buy in No Man's Land.

However, you managed to get one commission that would cover all your future expenses. One of the townsfolk noticed your portfolio and wanted a portrait of themselves. When they told you how much they were willing to pay, you nearly passed out from the amount of double dollars they held out in front of you. Of course, you couldn't say no to this commission and promised to work on it immediately. Usually, you would have finished this commission quickly since it was your only one. The only problem is, your perfectionism was getting in the way of making any progress. You needed this commission to be perfect. One second it would look great at a glance, but after five seconds, you would find a flaw upon closer inspection. Thus, you would fix the mistake with some erasing, sketching, or shading until you were satisfied. This process would repeat itself until you lost track of time. You were currently working on the face until you heard someone come inside your room.

“Y/n, you there?” A familiar voice asked. You didn’t need to look up. You recognized that voice from a mile away. You couldn’t afford to look away from your sketch as you were shading in the shadows of the person you drew.

“Yeah I’m here, what’s up Vash?” You asked as you started finishing up the last shade of the cheek. It wasn’t good, nor terrible, but it would do for now. After all, you were going to fix it again for the umpteenth time.

“I’m just checking in on you. How's it going with the artwork?” Vash asked as you could hear him walk closer to you. When Vash first asked about seeing your drawings, you were such a nervous wreck about him seeing your work. Now, you've grown used to him seeing your portfolio after you started dating each other. He was your muse whenever you had an art block. The way Vash expressed himself and his little mannerisms were perfect for you to draw.

"Wow, that looks amazing Y/n! This is probably your best one yet!" Vash complimented as you sighed.

"Thanks, I wish I could see this the way you do. It's not nearly finished. There are so many things wrong with this piece that I need to fix. The shading is all wrong on this part, and the face looks wonky at certain angles," you whined as you looked at the sketch again and started zoning in on all the flaws. The more you looked at the piece, the more you felt the urge to crumple up the paper and start over.

"Hey, don't be so harsh on yourself. You're a great artist, and everyone knows it. Why don't we take a break from this and work on it later?" he suggested, putting his hands on your tense shoulders.

"Vash I can't! I have to keep working on this. I need to finish this soon. I promised this person I would have it ready before we leave in a few days!" you argued.

"Y/n, you need a break. This isn't healthy for you. Besides, when was the last time you took a break? Did you even eat?" Vash persisted as you thought about how to answer those questions without worrying him.

"Uhhh...I took a mini break when Meryl checked in on me sometime ago. And I had a snack not too long ago," you answered vaguely. Before any of you could answer, your stomach growled loud enough for five seconds. Long and loud enough for Vash to hear. You immediately turned red at that moment, cursing your stomach and its terrible timing.

"Y/n, when exactly did you last eat something filling?" Vash asked. When you looked at him, you saw his glasses were glinting at you. This was not a good sign, as you knew he was dead serious if you couldn't see his pretty blue eyes anymore.

"When we all ate together?" you answered quietly. You then felt two strong hands on your waist. Next thing you knew, your feet were no longer touching the ground. Vash was carrying you over his shoulder with his prosthetic hand. It was at this moment, you knew there was no escaping your boyfriend if he had you in his prosthetic grip. You knew how strong he was with that arm in particular as he adjusted his grip on you.

"Vash please! I promise to take a break and eat later! Just please put me down!" you begged.

"Y/n, I can't believe you haven't eaten a proper meal in days! You're not leaving my sight until you eat and rest," Vash argued as you whined in defeat. Vash took you out from your room as you were covering your face in shame. You felt embarrassed being carried like this, and it didn't help people were going to see you and Vash like this.

"Wolfwood, make sure Y/n doesn't go in this room unless I say so. We'll be back later," Vash requested. You then saw Wolfwood waiting outside your room and placed his weapon in front of your room. He told Vash he'd watch over the place as you were in complete shock. Now there was no way you could sneak back into your room and continue working.

~*~

Vash brought you down to the hotel's dining room. You were a blushing mess when you saw a couple of people lounging there. It wasn't every day that Vash carried you over his shoulder, let alone in a public space where people could see. He finally set you down at a table for two where Meryl and Roberto sat. They then left once they saw Vash as the both of you took a seat. You could see two plates of freshly cooked Thomas meat in front of the two of you.

"Vash, is this for me?" you asked as he nodded.

"How? This must have cost a good chunk of our funds!" you added, feeling bad just looking at this meal.

"Y/n, you deserve to eat a warm meal. Plus, I don't mind spending money on you if it means sharing a meal with you like this. I haven't seen you in days since you started working on that piece," Vash explained. Oh how a wave of shame washed over you. You didn't realize how much time and energy you spent working on this commission. When you thought back to how Vash checked in on you earlier, you didn't even bother to look at him.

"I'm sorry Vash, I didn't mean to ignore you like that. I got so invested in working, I didn't realize how much time passed. I'll make it up to you somehow," you apologized.

"No I understand, just promise me to take breaks every now and then okay?" he replied with those sweet blue eyes that held so much love and kindness for you every day. You nodded your head and began to dig into your meal. The meat was succulent and tender with each bite you took. Your mouth was overwhelmed with flavor as your stomach was finally getting fed actual food.

"Vash this is so good! Thank you for getting this," you chimed as Vash smiled at how content you were.

"I'm glad you like it! Eat as much as you can, you need all the energy you can get for later," he replied before taking a bite of his meal. You didn't realize how hungry you were until you finished everything on your plate. Even Vash managed to wipe his plate clean as there were no scraps left behind. Once you were finished, Vash led you to his room while holding your hand with his warm cybernetic arm. Once you entered, he locked the room and led you to his bed.

"Y/n, when was the last time you slept? Be honest," Vash asked. Guilt-ridden, you averted your e/c eyes from your boyfriend. You already knew you didn't get a wink of sleep when you saw your dark circles in the reflection of your silverware earlier. Vash exhaled as he knew more or less the answer to his question. He then pulled you over to him as he held you close. Vash then caressed your cheek as his blue eyes locked on to yours. His eyebrows were furrowed with a small frown apparent on his beautiful face.

"Please take better care of yourself next time. I know I'm not great at taking care of myself, but I don't want you catching my habits too," Vash spoke. Your heart sunk as you rested your hand on his right cheek.

"I'm so sorry Vash, I will. The last thing I want to do was worry you. But you better take care of yourself too. We both can't be neglecting ourselves or each other. Promise me we'll both take better care of ourselves and each other?" you offered as Vash nodded with a smile growing on his face. His eyes gleamed as they crinkled from his smile that you loved ever so much.

You then kissed Vash gently on the lips as he pulled you closer to him. He rubbed small circles on your back as you melted into the kiss. Once you pulled away for air, Vash stared at you in such adoration as he slowly brushed his thumb on your cheek.

"I missed you so much Mayfly," he said as he laid down and pulled you with him. You loved it when he called you by your nickname. That name never failed to warm your heart as you showered Vash with butterfly kisses.

"Aw I missed you too my angel. I wished I was commissioned to draw you instead. I love to draw your beautiful face any chance I get," you cooed. Afterwards, Vash's cheeks were turning slightly pink as he wore a shy smile on his face before covering his face with both hands. He was a blubbering red mess the first time he heard you call him that. When you explained why you called him that, Vash nearly passed out from the overwhelming love and compliments you showered him with. When you first met him, you mistook him for an angel, because there was no way a human could look that pretty 24/7. When he saw your portraits of him in your sketchbook, he was in awe of how you drew him. How you perceived him in all your work was how Vash wanted to see himself in the mirror. Whether it was him smiling, laughing, or gazing, you always drew Vash in all his beauty. Plus, you always left little comments about how ethereal he was in your work that he practically melted. That nickname always turned Vash into absolute putty in your hands.

Vash then snuck a peak at you with his beautiful eyes as you chuckled at how childlike he was. He then grabbed your wrists and started massaging them slowly. All the pain building up from all the late night sketches and awkward positioning of your wrists was finally alleviated.

"How's that Mayfly?" he asked as he continued massaging you from your wrists to your hands and lastly to your fingers. Every little rub and massage he did brought so much relief to you. Your muscles and joints were slowly relaxing with each touch. You had no idea you were so tense earlier. If it wasn't for Vash, you probably would have gotten carpal tunnel syndrome much earlier. Once Vash finished, he planted kisses on both hands.

"How did you know?" you asked him.

"You were stiff when I first saw you today. Plus, your movements were rigid when we were eating earlier. Did my massage help?" he asked as you kissed him once more.

"More than you know," you replied as Vash brought you to his chest and kissed your lips and cheeks.

"Good, you deserve it after working so hard," Vash added. He then caressed the back of your head. He then slowly and gently ran his fingers through your hair. Furthermore, he rested his other arm on your back as you rested your head on top of his right chest. You loved hearing his heartbeat as it always calmed you down.

"Can we stay like this for awhile Angel?" you asked him.

"As long as you want Mayfly," he answered.

"Good, I think I'll take a quick nap on you if you don't mind," you added.

"Go ahead. I'll be right here. Sweet dreams my Mayfly," Vash wished as he planted one soft kiss on your head. Your eyes slowly got heavy as you drifted off to the sweet bliss of sleep. Once Vash made sure you were asleep, he slowly rested both his arms on top of your back and stared fondly at you. Oh how he missed having you in his arms these past few days. Vash loved and adored you every second. He knew how much this commission was stressing you out when he realized how important it was to you. Vash isn't the type to bother you while you work, but after not seeing you for days, he mustered up all the courage he had to knock on your door. The blonde was touch starved for days and missed seeing his favorite person. After all, you were his safe haven in this cruel world.

~*~

You woke up to see the sun setting. You looked to see Vash sleeping next to you as he held you by the waist. The minute you moved, Vash slowly stirred since he was such a light sleeper. Then those beautiful eyes slowly blinked at you as a smile crept on his lips.

"Sleep well?" he asked as you nodded.

"Good," he replied as he pecked your lips. Vash looked at the window and realized the time. He then walked you back to your room and allowed you to go back to work. Except, you would have to sleep with him later tonight, which you happily obliged. Wolfwood moved his weapon away as you walked inside. Once you settled in, you looked at the sketch you did and started redrawing the areas that bothered you. Once that was done, you started shading and outlining the prominent features with your charcoal sticks. Then, you started adding little touchups to the smaller details. Finally, you looked at the outcome of your work. You couldn't spot any mistakes after giving it a good look. Finally, you were done with this piece!

You immediately grabbed your things and ran to Vash's room. He was excited to see you once you knocked at his door. Once you changed clothes, showered, and brushed your teeth, the both of you got comfortable in each other's arms in bed. Despite how stressful the past few days were on you, you were grateful to have Vash intervene and take care of you. After today, you were not afraid to take a couple of much needed breaks. Especially if it meant Vash would be spending time with you during those said breaks.

@daschstuff @bunnigrimm

#vash x reader #vash x y/n #vash x you #vash the stampede #vash the stampede x y/n #vash the stampede x you #vash the stampede x reader #vash reboot #trigun stampede #trigun fic #trigun x you #trigun x y/n #trigun x reader #trigun #miamochi writes

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cameronspecial · 7 months

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Thorn In My Side, Rose In My Hand (Part 15)

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Reader

Warnings: Sexual jokes and Ward being a meany.

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 2.9K

Summary: The end of the school year brings about a lot of different activities when you are graduating and spending the with Rafe is absolutely perfect. But this also means the start of a new chapter in their lives.

A/N: Can't believe this is the last part! I absolutely loved writing this story and I hope you guys enjoyed it. Thank you to the anonymous person who sent me that ask for inspiring this series. I don't know if this is the Rafe you were talking about but still got me inspired.

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Y/N never understood the big hubbub people throw when it comes to Prom. And she definitely does not understand how any girl could want such a public display of being asked to Prom. She watches as Bane Rogers rides into the cafe on a horse in a knight costume toward Grace Harper. He held a promposal sign in his hand and the look on Grace’s face indicates she is going to say yes. Y/N watches the whole scene with clear disinterest, which contrasts the look of most of the other girls in the room. “You seem to be the only girl not captivated by the Bane’s scene right now,” Mason comments, sliding beside his sister into the booth. Rafe is not far behind, his eyes not leaving the scene. He is so glad he knows Y/N would not want a big spectacle when he asks her because he doesn’t know if he’d be able to handle the embarrassing feeling of doing something like Bane.

Y/N watches Rafe as she replies, “Yeah, well I just don’t get the point. Big and fancy proposals, prom related or not, have always weirded me out. With such a public display, it almost feels like you are trapped to say yes and I don’t like that. I definitely don’t want anything special for a promposal anyways. I mean poor Rafe is already going to have to think of a marriage proposal, I don’t want to give him a harder time by having to top a promposal.” Rafe nods at her words in understanding and feels a blush creep up on his neck at her mention of marriage. “Well, in that case. My rose, will you go to prom with me?”

She looks at him with an incredulous look. “Ugh, no. Rafe, you were supposed to disregard my words and give me a promposal that tops Bane’s.” Rafe panics quickly as he tries to backpedal disappointing his girlfriend. She sees his struggle and giggles, “I’m joking, Cameron. I would love to go with you. Could we match? I’m thinking light purple.” Rafe not one to say no to his rose, of course, agrees.

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Y/N looks around at all the other girls showing off their prom dresses and her eyes almost pop out of their sockets at the amount of money some of them spent. Rafe looks amused at the look on her face. “What’s wrong?” Y/N tilts her head so she can look him in the eye. She brings her lips close to his ear, “All their dresses are so expensive. I mean twenty thousand dollars for a dress. Going to Paris to get the dress made. I don’t want to make fun of people but these girls are acting like they are getting married. I wouldn’t pay that much for a wedding dress, let alone a prom dress.” Rafe laughs at her candour and just shakes his head. “Well, you aren’t like most girls. Wow, that was cheesy. But those girls were cheated, honestly. You probably paid one percent of what they did and you are the most beautiful person here.” She smiles up at him and rewards his adorableness with a kiss. “Come on, let’s go dance.”

Her lilac a-line scoop floor-length chiffon dress trails along the floor just perfectly thanks to the cream-coloured heels she is wearing. She absolutely loves it, but her favourite part is the pockets. It was the very first thing she showed Rafe when he came to pick her up. Rafe follows Y/N towards the dance floor and places his hands on her hips when she started dancing. He is wearing a lilac suit jacket and pants that are an identical shade to Y/N’s dress. It is a bold colour he would not usually wear, but he loves the idea of matching her. He wears a white dress shirt with no tie to give it a little bit more of a causal look that matches the same aesthetic of Y/N’s dress. They both looked formal in their attire but with a hint of leisure.

The beat of the music moves the crowd of teens in various directions. At a certain point, Lacey joins the couple and starts dancing with Y/N. Rafe being made the third wheel, not that he minded, makes his way to the food table. He wants to get something for Y/N to eat when she eventually gets peckish after dancing. He fills one plate with a few fruits and vegetables before filling another plate with just about every cocktail food at the table. He makes sure to add double of anything that has cheese in it. He gets himself some chicken wings and then balances all the plates over to the table Y/N wanted to sit at.

Mason comes over to see the stockpile Rafe created. “You plan on hibernating this summer?” Rafe shakes his head, “Haha, I’m just getting all the good stuff for Y/N before they are gone. She is dancing over there with Lace.” Mason looks over to where Rafe points. “I see. Preparing for when she gets cranky. I see you got two of all the cheese things. Good, cheese calms Y/N/N,” Mace teases. He doesn’t see that his sister has made her way behind him, so he doesn’t expect the hit on the arm she throws at him. “Hey, I don’t get cranky,” she objects. “And thank you, Cameron. I am pretty hungry, right now. These all look so good. What do you guys choose for dinner? I got the portobello ravioli and I’m excited.” “Mace and I chose the steak. You can have some of mine if you want,” Rafe answers. Lacey sits at the table with them, “I ordered the vegan meal. I wanted to see how they made an upscale vegan dish.” It doesn’t surprise the group that Lacey’s dinner choice was based on her curiosity about how the meal is made instead of what she actually wants to eat.

Dinner is served a few minutes after the group sits down. Dancing quickly resumes once the meal is finished and it is soon time for Prom Queen and King to be announced. Y/N isn’t too thrilled about being on the Prom court. The idea of being crowned is not high on her list of things she wants to accomplish, but she knows Rafe secretly loves the idea of being Prom royalty. So she is going to suck up her lack of enthusiasm and put on a smiling face for him. “And this year's Prom Queen and King are Y/N Y/L/N and Rafe Cameron,” Principal Grant announces. The sound of applause fills the banquet hall as crowns are placed on both of their heads.

Rafe looks down at her as they slow dance as the King and Queen of the night. He can’t hide the love held in his eyes from her and even though she doesn’t understand the big deal about prom, she can understand that this moment is perfect. Pretending it is only her and Rafe in their own little bubble under the beautiful fake stars on the ceiling.

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Graduation. An important milestone that people like to celebrate with extravagance. The students at Kildare Academy aren’t immune to these wishes. Y/N and Rafe had decorated their caps with matching roses the week before. It’s easy to spot each other through the crowd of other graduates looking for their own friends and loved ones. She runs into his arms with her diploma in hand, making sure to hold her cap so it doesn’t fall off her head. “We did it,” Rafe cheers, twirling her around a little quickly. She laughs at his action, “We did. I’m so proud of us!” “Come on, let’s go find everyone else so we can go to the graduation party.”

Surprisingly, Ward Cameron helped Cassie and Marvin a little bit with planning the joint graduation party. Rafe had refused to have his graduation party without the presence of Y/N and Mason, so he left Ward no choice but to allow the party to be combined with the Y/L/N’s. All of the three graduates' family and friends, who didn’t have their own parties, came to celebrate them. “Yes, Great-Aunt Ida. I am dating Rafe. Yes, Rafe as in Mason’s best friend,” Y/N clarifies to her mother’s aunt. Ida gives her a funny look, “Really, my dear? You don’t seem like you would have the same personality. From what I remember, he is much more social than you are.” Y/N meekly nods at the statement and excuses herself with some fake excuse of helping Bella with something.

Y/N had had multiple conversations like that one throughout the party and she was beginning to get tired of having to reiterate the same points to her family member’s still unaware of her relationship with Rafe because it had been a while since she’s seen them. Luckily, Rafe is there to whisk her away somewhere private. “Now, why do we have to be in private? It would be really weird to do anything during the party with literally just about all of our family downstairs,” she teases, turning towards Rafe.

“Of course, that’s not what I want. When did you get such a dirty mind? I just have a gift to give you. Now, close your eyes.”

“But Cameron, we promised no graduation gifts.”

“I know, but this isn’t really a gift just for you. It’s a gift for both of us. I promise.”

“Okay, fine. But the next big event we celebrate, I’m buying the gift for ‘us’.”

Rafe waits for Y/N to close her eyes before placing an envelope on top of her palms facing up. She peeks her eyes open and quickly shuts them before he can see her; she knows he would want to be the one to advise her to open her eyes. “Okay, you can open them, now.” She does just that and opens the envelope without hesitation. Inside, she finds various receipt screenshots for plane tickets from North Carolina to Oxford. The dates on the tickets are for all throughout her school year and the last one is even the seat beside hers for when she goes home for next summer.

ˇOMG, Rafe. These are too much. What if something happens?”

“Nothing will happen. And I just wanted to get us them to show you how sure I am about our relationship.”

“Thank you so much! I love them. I can’t wait for you to visit already and I’m not even in Oxford. I’m going to spend all my free time looking for places for us to go.”

Rafe laughs at her excitement and lets himself be pulled into the big hug she throws at him.

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A week before Rafe is supposed to go off college, Ward asks Y/N if he could talk to her. After graduation, Rafe had gone back to living at Tannyhill because he only had a few more days with his sisters, so the couple was spending more time at his house. Rafe is currently dropping Wheezie off at a friend’s house. “So my son is off to college next week,” Ward states, rounding his desk to sit in front of it. Y/N inches a little bit from the door, “Yes, I know that. I’m supposed to help him move into his dorm. Mason is already in Toronto and I start at the beginning of October, so I have time to help out.”

“I see. And am I to understand that my son already bought tickets to come to visit you at Oxford.”

“He did. I didn’t ask him to, but it was a sweet graduation gift.”

“It is. It is. And what have you sacrificed for my son?”

“Excuse me?”

“Well, from a parent's perspective, I see Rafe always making an attempt to sacrifice things in his life to keep your relationship going. He didn’t throw a big birthday party for his 18th because you don’t love big parties. He was going to break the family tradition of going to UNC, just to follow you across the pond. Now, he is sacrificing his reading weeks to go to Oxford. Instead of going to Miami or California for spring break, he is going to Oxford to watch you study.”

“I never asked him to buy those tickets.”

“Yet, you didn’t think of buying them yourself. Is it because deep down, you already know what you have to do?”

“No, it’s just… it’s just that UK universities have a different timing for school breaks so it’s better to buy my tickets closer to the actual day.”

“Sure, you keep telling yourself that. I have nothing more to say to you. You may go.”

Y/N leaves the room without another word. Truth is that Ward had been correct. At the time, she was super excited about Rafe’s gift. It felt so romantic. However, the more she started to plan her future with Rafe, she realizes he is indeed the one doing all the sacrifices. Ward pounding that into her head doesn’t help. Rafe is now returning from dropping Wheezie off and he sees her. “Hey, everything okay?” She smiles up at him, “Yeah. I just thought I saw a spider.”

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A week has passed meaning Rafe’s move-in day is today. He is packing up his stuff into his jeep and waiting for Y/N to get here with Mason’s car, so she can bring the stuff that doesn’t fit into the car. He hears the gravel succumbing to the weight of the tires and turns towards the opening of the gate. He watches her get out of the car, jogging over to give her a kiss. She doesn’t have her brilliant smile on his face which concerns him, but he doesn’t say anything. He notices as she leans away from his kiss instead of leaning into it like she normally does. He shyly moves away from her and watches as she starts putting his stuff into Mason’s car without saying anything. Once they have everything packed up, Rafe says a heartfelt goodbye to his family and they drive off.

Rafe and Y/N planned to stay on call throughout the drive when they were separated between the two cars to make sure she doesn’t get lost. Rafe expected the conversation to flow and to be bountiful, but instead, he is left with a one-sided conversation with her just humming in response. Rafe knew the silent battle going on in her head. The argument she is having with herself about what she is going to do when they get to their final destination. However, Rafe isn’t going to let her just give up on them without a fight.

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They arrive at Rafe’s dorm and they swiftly get all of his stuff out of their cars and into his room. Rafe’s roommate isn’t supposed to come for another two days, so they have the room to themselves. He doesn’t feel like doing anything else after they get all the boxes inside. “Should we get some dumplings? Or maybe a pizza? Or how about some ramen?” he recommends, wanting to delay the unwanted conversation as much as he can. “Cameron, we need to talk.”

“No, we really don’t. We need food. Food is what we need.”

“Cameron, please. Don’t make this any harder for me than it already is.”

“Then don’t do it. You don’t have to. We can work out the long distances. This doesn’t need to be the end.”

His tears begin to shed like a waterfall. He feels helpless in this situation like he is drowning. He tries to cover his eyes; however, she takes his hands into hers. “You know it has to be. Cameron, there is just so much against us. I mean the distance, our personalities, our futures. We aren’t meant to be.”

“Don’t say that. Don’t say it as if you believe it. Please, my rose.”

“But I do. I wouldn’t be saying this if I didn’t believe it. I love you, but I need to let you go.”

“No, my rose. Please. Just give this a shot before you end the possibility completely.”

“I’m sorry, Cameron. I can’t. I’m breaking up with you.”

Rafe’s sadness shifts to anger as he realizes how easily she is willing to let him go. He knows it’s futile to put up any more of a fight, so his brain switches to the next best thing, which is defending his heart from any more heartbreak. “Fine, you want to be that way, then go! I don’t need you anymore, Y/L/N. You were always such a ball and chain to me anyways. I’ll be better off without you!” he shouts, gesturing his hands around like a wild man. Y/N looks at him with sad eyes. She can see the hurt in his eyes and understands what he is doing. It still doesn’t stop the sting of his words in her hurt. She gets up slowly from the bed they sat upon, “Okay. If that’s what you want, then I’ll go. This past year with you has been amazing. And I will never stop loving you. But I’m doing this for us, Rafe. You’ll see.”

With that, she gets her purse off the floor and walks out of his dorm. Rafe has no choice but to watch his rose slip out of his hands without a clue of if she is ever going to be back within his grasp.

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old-poptart · 6 months

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Hello it’s been awhile! ^^ Can I request Yashiro, Kou, and Mitsuba(alive) with a rich s/o who just loves to spoil them to death. Like giving them with so many gift and take them out to random places that are expensive?

(Take your time and have a nice day💖)

a/n: HELLOOOOOO!! it has been a while! IM SO SORRY IM DOING REQUESTS THIS LATE I JUST NOW HAD MOTIVATION 😭😭😭 school is rotting me to tha core 🧟‍♀️ ANYWAYSS ONTO THE HEADCANONZ!

warnings: cute stuff :3

Yashiro 🐠, Kou 🍽️, and Mitsuba (alive) 📸 with their rich s/o:

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Yashiro 🐠:

"oh, you didn't have to!"

dawg this girl is HEAD OVER HEELS for typa stuff

like... you attractive, go romantic things like taking her out on dates n such, and spoil her?!? who are you bro cmon now

at first she was a lil hesitant n nervous to accept these luxuries from her s/o but she was soon accustomed to it 🤭

she finds it soooooo sweet and charming, it's a nice way to tell her you love her!

i can tell that she absolutely geeked out sm when you took her out on her first expensive, fancy date

scratch that, her actual real first date where she doesn't do all tha work 😭😭😭

(real tho)

she will try anything and everything to pay you back, even if she never truly will in her eyes

the fact you're so attentive to details too when doing your gift giving just baffles her and sends her right back to la la land

"i saw these earrings that matched your favorite brooch, they're not as big and fancy as the other ones i've given you but-"

"MARRY ME."

overall she thinks that your love language of gift giving is very sweet, but nothing can top your love for her awwwww

Kou 🍽️:

"for me?!"

oh it's a competition for this boy

we all know our young lil exorcist comes from money

he loves your gift giving! he saves every gift you give him, they remind him of you 🤗

he'll even save the receipts from expensive dates and pin em to a board or take pictures of them and save them in an album on his phone

he has to pay you back somehow!

kou is determined to make you feel just as spoiled and gifted as he is

he fights offers to pay for meals, gets you jewelry, buys you new makeup/hair products when he knows you ran out, overall homeboy is a sucker for getting you back unknowingly you're gonna get him back in a bigger and better way

bro is blushING whenever you take him out ona cute cheesy date

you'd def take a picture of him and he's in the most awkward, goofy agh pose but it's so cute ugh he's adorabul 😓😓😓😓

like HE LOOKS SO TENSE BUT HES SMILING SO NERVOUSLY N HIS FANGS RGAGAGAGAGH

mb got carried away but yes this boy is a ray of sunshine take him out more spoil him to death

Mitsuba 📸:

"of course you'd spoil a cute guy like me!"

i don't know much about alive! mitsuba, but i do have a grasp that he isn't as cocky and is actually kinder

of course i feel like he'd show his true colors when he gets more comfortable with you further down the relationship LAMAOOA

dawg is so flustered n genuinely cheesing when he accepts one of the many expensive gifts from you

"FOR MEEEE?!!!!"

as yall get more comfortable with each other, he starts getting more snarky with his comments and reactions 💀

like like liekeoiek

"these hair clips are cute, but they'll never be as cute as me! obviously you'd wanna see me wear these so you can photograph me and save it for later!"

deep down he really admires the thought and effort you put into these gifts n spoiling him

blud was so nervous on his first fancy date LAMOOOO

he did NOT know what to do, bro couldn't even pronounce the dishes on the menu 😭😭😭

help him sound them out please

he'll try to make an attempt to give you back but horribly fails, at least he'll always have pictures of you at those dates to save

HOPE YOU ENJOY!

-ooga :D

#tbhk x reader #mitsuba sousuke #kou x reader #yashiro x reader #what the flippp #sorry this took so long LMAOAOA #:3

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auncyen · 26 days

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I've been poking at sickfic in email drafts the past week and now trying. to actually put it together LOL

They took off their cloak to sleep. That was the mistake. They're always comfortable with their cloak on, it's like magic. It's probably a Craft, really, but they've never seen a tailor or fabric shop advertising a Craft that sounds like it. He's considered a few times asking someone who knows sewing Crafts to look at it--maybe it holds a clue to where he's from--but if it's that rare, would they even recognize it? And if it's really rare, what if they decided to take it?

(They know most people wouldn't steal a cloak. But they've been robbed before, and their hat and cloak are too precious to lose.)

… He had been feeling a little off during the day. Foggy and absent-minded, more than usual. At one point when the group was taking a break and the others had been distracted with tasks, he indulged himself after finishing his own job of scouting and curled up tight, pulling the cloak up around his face, folding his arms up to his body and tucking in his legs to disappear entirely in the cloak. It was something that felt nice on the very rare occasion they felt too warm, or too cold, or just wanted to hide from the world.

Bonnie had spotted him doing it. Of course someone would, when he lingered in it for so long. "Ha!! Frin looks like a toadstool!" Their voice sounded a bit raspy, but their energy was back, so Siffrin didn't mind them having a laugh at his expense. It was pretty funny to realize, with his broad-brimmed hat still perched on the top of his head, he would look a bit like a huge lumpy mushroom. He wriggled inside the cloak.

"'Course I do. I'm a fungi, after all."

"Ugh! Frin! No!!"

Siffrin couldn't see the others, still curled up in their cozy cloak, but he could hear Odile's scoff just under Isabeau's boisterous laugh. They smiled. Mirabelle was probably still away, gathering firewood--wait, no, they could hear footsteps approaching him, and they sounded like her boots--

"Siffrin? You're not getting sick too, are you?"

He stiffened inside the cloak. He messed up! He worried Mirabelle, when she's already been so anxious over Odile and Bonnie! He popped his head out of the cloak so quickly his hat fell off and smiled up at Mirabelle as she leaned over him, holding a bundle of firewood close to her.

"No, I'm fine!"

"You're sure?" Mirabelle asked. "You're cold, though--you don't get cold very easily." She looked like she was trying to get the wood balanced in one hand and reach out the other to him so she could--?

The one-handed hold must have been too precarious, as she quickly took it back.

"I'm fine, I don't get sick," they reassured her.

"You've gotten sick from eating berries," Bonnie piped up. "You said that was why I had to check any berries I picked with you or Mirabelle."

Yeah. They'd prefer Bonnie check with them just because they know from experience which berries are good and which berries will make one regret being alive, but they also knew Bonnie liked Mirabelle better and Mirabelle said she'd taken wilderness classes at her House and they knew she would always err on the side of caution if she didn't know something was safe, especially if it concerned Bonnie. So. They just wanted to make sure Bonnie check with someone before eating something that might cause them misery. "I've gotten sick from eating bad berries," Siffrin conceded. "But germs have nothing on me. I'm not getting sick like you and Odile were."

"If you're sure…" Mirabelle was still frowning as she looked him over.

"I'm fine! I'll get warm as soon as the fire's going," he added, which had the desired effect of Mirabelle setting about to make the fire instead of fussing over him.

And they really had been fine for most of the evening! The fire had warmed them right up, sometimes too warm so they had to step away, but then they'd start feeling that cold achiness again and come back to the fire. Still, they'd been comfortable enough, thanks to their cloak. They'd eaten a little of the dinner Bonnie made, even if their appetite was strangely absent.

But then they'd taken off the cloak to sleep, and that had been a mistake. He fell asleep after inching dangerously close to Isabeau, hoping to catch some of the warmth that the man seemed to radiate the few times they'd brushed each other and woke up sweaty, hot but shivering, with Isa looking down at him in concern.

"Isa?" he whispered.

"Sorry, Sif. I was just checking your temperature--you're burning. I think the germs finally gotcha."

"I'm--I'm fine," they muttered. "I'll be fine in the morning." It was still dark as pitch outside, only the dotted lights in the sky providing illumination. They still had some hours to sleep and recover for the next day's travels.

"Sif, if you caught what Bonbon and M'dame had--"

"I'll. I'll be fine, Isa. Don't worry Mira, okay?"

"…Do you need anything?"

"No, I'm fine. It's fine. Don't worry."

"Sif…" Isabeau sounded far more concerned than he should be. Siffrin would be fine, he just--he just needed to make himself comfortable in the bedroll that had gotten sweaty. They were so tired already, if they just closed their eyes and stayed that way…

They opened their eyes to dawn light and Mirabelle's worried face and groaned.

They didn't feel better at all. They were feeling much worse, even more knowing that they were upsetting Mirabelle.

#siffrin #in stars and time

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maevesheart · 1 year

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you… perv?

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ she-devil (01)

PETER PARKER X FEM!READER

note: georgie griswold is reader’s twin brother :) both are 17 and juniors at midtown!!

summary: harry’s important “news” pisses you off, so you go straight to the source yourself. except when he doesn’t give you answers, you just sort of… slap it out of him.

WC: 1.8k

TW: violence (a slap), swearing

even as a child, you had been kept out of the public eye.

your last name being one of the most recognized in the world, your father tried his hardest to prevent you and your brother from a childhood of cameras and zero privacy.

that only worked for so long, and eventually the two of you were placed in the best private school your father could find, midtown high.

when the two of you transferred your freshman year, all eyes were on you. It didn’t matter how long the both of you had been there, immediately you two became the most popular two in all of the school.

money, grades, status, and beauty? every girl wanted to be you and every guy wanted to date you. it was no secret either.

so when you woke up on monday morning, prepared for another perfect day in your perfect life, the last thing you expected was to get suspended that same afternoon.

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“miss griswold?” a quiet voice squeaked from your bedroom’s door.

you groaned in response, pushing the pillow over your ear in hopes to drown out the noise.

“it’s monday, miss. school starts in an hour.” the voice became closer, and before you knew it, cold hands were on the exposed portion of your arm.

you let out a hiss and turned to see the newest maid, daliah, looking at you with wide eyes.

“yes, i know. now please go away. ugh!”

she nodded quickly and then rushed to the door, probably going to cry or something. you didn’t really care either way.

sitting up in your king sized bed, you stretched and took off the eye mask that sat on your forehead.

sighing, your feet touched the carpeted floors and you padded into the cool bathroom.

after a twenty minute and incredibly organized skincare routine, you made your way back into your extremely large bedroom, and waltzed into the walk in closet.

the walls were lined with expensive and beautiful clothing, but of course, since you went to the most boring and bland school in existence, you were forced to wear a fugly yellow and blue uniform.

you quickly put your hair up in a sleek ponytail, and had jaela, your makeup artist, do a simple makeup look

slipping your feet into your black tom ford pumps, and grabbing your celine backpack from the floor, you made your way out of the closet, and then out of your bedroom, into the tall and long marble hall that held two rooms; yours and your brothers.

you walked down the extensive hall to the curved matching marble staircase, and trailed your perfectly polished black nails on the gold railing as you made your way down.

sara, your maid since you were a child, was waiting at the bottom, and you greeted her with a smile.

“good morning, miss.”

“morning, sara. where’s dad?”

“he’s already at work, but breakfast is prepared.” she gave you a ‘sorry’ look, but you were used to your father never showing. ever since your mother passed he never seemed to make an effort with your brother or you.

taking a seat across from georgie, you watched as he smiled down to his phone.

“texting gwen?” you smiled, happy that your best friend and twin were finally together.

“no. betty, actually.” he awkwardly looked up.

your eyebrows narrowed, and the corners of your mouth went downwards.

“betty brant?” you asked accusingly, causing georgie to give you a look.

“please, g, spare me the jokes,” you laughed, expecting him to confess he was kidding.

“no. y/n/n, i’m seeing betty.”

“this is ruining my morning. stop talking.” you ordered, pushing away from the table and rushing to the elevator. georgie followed after you.

though he stood at 6’3, and had much longer legs, he could never match your pace when you were angry.

“y/n, cmon. don’t be a bitch.”

“georgie! i just really don’t want to speak about this.” you said, very sternly. he winced and tucked his arms into the pockets of his khakis, standing awkwardly next to you.

“let’s forget this happened, yeah? i’ll pretend betty brant’s name never left your mouth, and we will be the perfect twins that we always are.” you smiled your sickly sweet smile at him, and he rolled his eyes before agreeing.

“fine. whatever.”

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the day passed as slow as it possibly could. that was until lunch, of course, and then it seemed your life couldn’t get any worse.

you sat down with gwen, liz, and harry, like you always did, and the four of you giggled loudly and gossiped like no one could hear.

the four of you made up the school’s most popular and desirable friend group. some called you “the elites”, and others just referred to you guys as spoiled assholes.

liz was the brains, harry was the gossip, you were the face, and gwen was the glue. she kept you all from falling apart.

obviously, when there was any friend group filled with four, gossip obsessed, narcissistic, beautiful teenagers, there was sure to be drama. gwen made sure that drama never let your friendships dwindle.

people would still be jealous, even if you mentioned their names or not.

your idiot brother sat with brad and flash, even though you often voiced your disgust for the both of them.

brad being your first — and only — boyfriend, decided to dump you the summer before your junior year.

the two of you avoided each other all year, and you had zero intent of speaking to him as the year came to a close.

you watched georgie smile down at his phone as it lit up with messages, and hoped deep down that he was joking. even though your mind screamed that he wasn’t.

harry’s loud “psssst!” broke you out of your absorbing thoughts, and you snapped your head to his direction.

“parker’s been spreading some good goss.”

gwen and liz both leaned in, also wanting to hear what your groups notorious big mouth had to say.

“wait,” all heads turned to you.

“who is peter parker?”

liz giggled and harry rolled his eyes. “the weird nerd who was obsessed with liz last year!” harry whisper-yelled, obviously wanting to tell his story.

“alright, go on,” you urged.

“supposedly, parker told ned leeds that he took your virginity last weekend at flash’s party…” harry shyly smiled, waiting for your response.

instead of answering with words, liz, gwen, and harry watched as your lips turned down to a scowl and your eyes narrowed into slits.

“i’m gonna cut off his dick!” you exclaimed, jumping up from your seat and rushing to the back of the cafeteria, where parker sat with his loner friends.

once harry had told you who parker was, you could picture him perfectly in your head.

brown curls, deep brown eyes, and a jawline that could cut diamonds. he was sort of cute….. no! y/n stop it! you scolded yourself.

this boy was spreading lies about you and your most special thing. how dare he? who did he think he was?

marching straight up to the boy who sat laughing with his two nerd friends, you stopped short in front of him, and crossed your arms.

you heard gwen suck in a breath behind you, and harry skidded to a stop on your left.

“parker…” he nodded, as peter’s head shot up.

ned grinned, never even imagining that the elites would walk up to him.

peter looked at the four of you in suspicion. was this about liz? he thought that ended months ago.

but once he saw your face, he knew this wasn’t about liz.

you stared at him with slits for eyes. he thought yoy looked like a lion staring at it’s prey.

you were beautiful, yet terrifying.

“h-hey,” he stuttered, watching gwen awkwardly rub her arm, and harry nudge liz’s side.

“get. up.” you seethed, still burning holes into peter’s eyes.

if looks could kill, peter would be six feet under.

he looked back at mj, who stared blankly at you, and ned, who was bursting at the seams with excitement.

“i said, get the fuck up!”

his eyes widened again, and he abruptly stood up, smoothing down his wrinkled uniform.

“what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” you seethed.

“i- what?” he murmured, shaking his head.

liz turned around and tried not to watch, she couldn’t help but feel bad for the boy.

gwen stood right behind you, ready to pull you away in case it got too intense.

harry, on the other hand, watched with wide eyes, acting as if this was a movie that he got early access to.

“don’t play dumb with me. and also, don’t be a douche. i cant believe your nerve!”

he shook his head again, trying to understand what you were so pissed off about.

“i’m confused,” he breathed out, awkwardly laughing, which just set you off more.

your shoulders went up and down as you took in a deep breath.

after around ten seconds of no one speaking, you smiled at peter.

not a genuine smile, though. a smile that said, “you really expect me to believe your bullshit?”

peter smiled back. and you couldn’t stand that.

usually you weren’t one to resort to violence, but when a nobody is telling half the school that he took your virginity, when he didn’t, you don’t know what else to turn to.

you turned around, as if you were leaving, before spinning back around on the balls of your feet and leaving a huge red mark on the side of peter’s cheek.

his head turned with the impact, and gwen let out a shriek behind you.

“what?” liz questioned, turning around to see your hand raised in the air, and peter holding his cheek while his eyes lit with fire.

harry sucked in a breath, watching your eyes widen, and peter’s shoulder rise and fall with his angry breaths.

ned’s mouth hung open, and mj’s eyebrows hit her hairline.

the entire cafeteria watched. the golden girl? slapping someone? it was unbelievable.

no matter how rude or spoiled you acted, nobody had ever seen you be violent.

not even the occasional into-the-locker-shove.

georgie rushed over and pushed harry out of the way. he placed a hand on your shoulder, and tried to lead you away.

you stood frozen, and breathed out the first words spoken since the slap.

“oh my go-“

“griswold! parker! my office, NOW!” principal morita bellowed from across the cafeteria.

you looked at him, and then your still raised arm, and tucked it into your side, your head falling into your chest from embarrassment.

your father would not be happy.

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Dancing with the enemy

Summary: Exactly what the title says, nothing more, nothing less. One dance can’t kill you right? You could never ever think differently of him, right?

Warnings: language and mentions of drugs, abuse if you squint

“Ugh I hate you” you groaned into your phone.

“I hate you too. Text me when something happens” Sarah chuckled.

“I will. Bye” you chuckled back and hung up.

Of course you didn’t hate her. Right now you were just jealous of her, for getting out of going to this stupid event. Well too be fair, she didn’t just talk her way out of it, she was home sick with a cold. But right now you wished nothing more than to just be home with her and you definitely tried to get out of this aswell. No chance.

The annual sunset ball, hosted by the Cameron’s and your family. It was a charity event, well more of a celebration of the people who supposedly raised the most money. And yet, you never witnessed any changes on the cut. You just saw THEIR houses get bigger, their diamonds get shinier and their expensive cars become more. You stopped voicing how ridiculous you viewed all this and just went along, because you knew your parents worked hard to be part of this. But it was way easier to keep this positive mindset when Sarah was around, which she wasn’t.

You pulled your phone out one more time, just to text her again how much you disliked being here without her.

“Put your phone away!” You mom said with a stern tone and grabbed your wrist.

“Alright jeez” you obeyed and shoved your phone back into your purse.

“Mrs. Scott will be holding the speech any minute” she whispered and leaned into you, keeping her gaze on the small stage.

“Woohoo” you jolted sarcastically which earned you a warning stare from your mother, but a slight chuckle from your dad.

You sighed deeply and leaned back in your chair, taking a look around the party. Kooks, super kooks and super super kooks but you had to admit the scenery was quite nice. The decorations and the outdoor lights looked amazing. The sun was slowly setting, painting the clouds and sky in pretty colours and there was a light breeze, that made the heat bearable.

“May I have your attention?” The sudden voice echoing through the speakers turned your attention to Mrs. Scott, standing in front of the microphone.

“We will now get to the most exciting part of our evening”

You zoned out 2 minutes max into her speech and dragged your gaze across the guest’s, letting your mind wander and thinking about what your friends might be doing now, when you suddenly locked eyes with Rafe Cameron who seemed to be doing the exact same.

He just stared at you with his cold blue eyes, you refused to break eye contact first and he did the same. You kept staring him down, waiting for him to give in, but instead he started grinning at you, which made you frown and finally you rolled your eyes before taking your eyes off him.

You couldn’t stand him and you couldn’t think about anything slightly appealing about him. Out of all the arrogant, spoiled and hypocritical people you‘ve met over the years, he was the worst. You knew he found you attractive, but his flirting attempts have done nothing more, than to draw you even further away from him.

„And now I feel honoured to announce our 2 donors, who have managed to raise the most money for our charity”

Your mom elbowed you and you quickly snapped out of your thoughts and joined the applause.

“Our two biggest donors of this year are… Our beautiful hosts! The Cameron’s and the y/l/n‘s! Congratulations! Please step forward.“

Oh fuck, was the only thing you could think of. You hesitantly followed your mom and dad after she discreetly but slightly aggressively, pulled you out of your chair. You forced a smile and stood in front of Mrs. Scott, together with the Cameron’s. Everyone was staring and you just wanted to disappear. Rose and your mom were shaking hands and so were Ward and your dad.You glanced at Rafe and he just stood there, hands in his pockets and chewing on his bottom lip, not looking at you.

„Again, congratulations. And as every year, we would love for the two winning families and their two oldest, to open the dance floor for us this evening“

Your heart dropped and you started blushing, as you just now realised what this meant. You whipped your head up and immediately locked eyes with Rafe, who looked at you with that smug grin that made most woman crazy, but just annoyed the shit out of you.

Ward Cameron grabbed Rose‘s hand and lead her to the dance floor smilingly.

„Y/n!” your mom whispered through gritted teeth.

“No! Forget it!” you quickly snapped.

Your dad waited for your mom.

“Y/n! Don’t make a scene and dance with him” she pulled you into her and walked you over, closer to Rafe.

“I would rather die. Did you forget what he did to Pope? To JJ? To all of my friends?” You turned to face your mother and turned your back towards Rafe, trying to walk past her.

“It’s a tradition. Get over it. It’s just a dance, you don’t have to marry him!” were her last words before she left you alone and took your dads hand, joining the Cameron’s.

You let out a grunt and gave your mother a death stare.

Since everyone seemed to be staring already, you gave in. You walked over to Rafe and immediately wanted to turn around again when you saw his stupid grin.

He held his hand out for you and you took it while rolling your eyes and let him lead you to the dance floor.

He placed his hand on your waist and you hesitantly put yours on his bicep. You couldn’t stand this. Any of it. The music started playing and he lead you through it. You could feel his eyes on you but you refused to look at him. You have never been so close to him, he was much taller than you would’ve guessed and his hands were surprisingly soft. You felt his body heat radiating off him and his cologne smelled expensive.

You only did the bare minimum while dancing, purposefully trying to make sure everyone watching knew how much you disliked it.

“You don’t think I find this fucking stupid?” he whispered to you while leaning in a little. His deep voice surprised you and finally made you look at him.

You decided to ignore him and just scoffed, before you took your eyes off him again.

He swayed you in perfect sync to the music and you were a little surprised by his dancing skills.

He made you twirl and pulled you back into him, your back hitting his chest which made you gasp and his big arm wrapped around you.

“Can you turn that frown upside down and just behave for 5 minutes?” He growled against your neck before turning you again to face him.

“Don’t fucking talk to me” you snapped and stared into his cold eyes.

“Easy there princess” he chuckled slightly.

“I will literally slap you across the face if you call me that again”

He scoffed but didn’t break the eye contact.

“You sure? I might be into that” he winked at you.

“You disgust me”

“Oh please. I could make you spread those pretty legs for me if I really wanted to” he whispered and stared into your soul.

Despite all the people watching you, you slapped your hand across his face.

He closed his eyes for a second and bit the inside of his cheek before both of you took a look around, to check how many people actually witnessed what just happened. You two just kept dancing. Acting like it was all fun and games, faking a smile and laughed it off. The majority didn’t seem like they saw anything happen and the ones that did, didn’t seem to care, but both of your parents definitely saw it and you felt your mothers eyes on you.

He shifted his gaze back to you, licked the inside of his cheek and chuckled deeply. You smiled up at him, pleased with yourself that your warning was not just a bluff.

“You’re not as tough as you think you are” he rasped and spun you around one more time.

“Right back at ya Cameron” you said while spinning back into him, when the music finally stopped, you let go of him. Meeting his eyes one more time before you walked off.

You knew everyone was staring at you, including Rafe when you returned to your seat.

“What on earth happened?” Your mom squealed while taking a seat next to you.

“Doesn’t matter. He deserved it” you took a sip of your drink, avoiding eye contact.

“You two are unbelievable. I almost believe you are in love with each other!” she threw her hands up and you almost choked on your drink at your mothers words.

“The way you can never put your feelings aside for just 5 minutes! You are not a child anymore! You don’t get to behave like this.” she continued.

“Love?! It’s the freaking opposite! I can not stand him, if you didn’t raise me without a principle of hate, I might even say I hate that guy” you defended yourself, absolutely irritated.

“The opposite of love is not hate y/n! The opposite of love is indifference! And you clearly care, someone you don’t care about couldn’t make you that angry” she said stern, staring at you angrily.

“That doesn’t make any sense” you shook your head and frowned.

“Lord help me” your mom pinched the bridge of her nose before taking a sip of her drink aswell.

“Can I leave?” you asked annoyed.

“No. You will sit down and be quiet for the rest of the evening. You will sit here, look pretty and have kind conversations with everyone that comes up to you. Understood?” She said in a serious tone and you knew she meant it.

“Yes ma‘am” you said with a hint of mockery which earned you one last death stare of your angry mom.

Then she left. You sighed and threw your head back. This evening was even worse than you expected. You crossed your arms in front of your chest in frustration and closed your eyes. You tried to imagine you were somewhere else, anywhere but here.

The angry voice of Ward Cameron caught your attention and you lifted your head up again, shifting your gaze towards that voice. You saw Rafe backed into a wall and Ward standing in front of him, yelling and making angry gestures. You couldn’t hear what he was saying exactly but you knew it wasn’t nice. Rafe looked terrified and if you didn’t know better, you could’ve sworn he was close to crying. You tried to listen closely but just couldn’t make out any words, but suddenly you heard a slap, loud and clear. You saw Rafe stumble into the wall, holding his cheek. Ward quickly looked around and you took your eyes of them for just a second. When you looked back, Rafe stormed off, his eyes met yours when he walked past you and he knew that you saw what happened. He also knew this wasn’t the first time you saw Ward hitting him.

In that very moment you felt bad for him. He was not a good person by any means, but even he didn’t deserve that. And you wondered how he would’ve turned out if he didn’t have such a shitty farther. He may have tuned out loving and gentle and not totally fucked up.

You decided to sneak off to the bathroom to call Sarah, telling her about your crazy evening so far. You took a look around to make sure you mom or dad didn’t see you. Then you quickly made your way inside. You hated to admit that you slightly hoped to walk into Rafe, you didn’t exactly know why. Maybe because you wanted to see that he was alright, not that you cared. You also felt the urge to apologise. You felt bad for slapping him earlier, you still believed he kinda deserved, it but it also wasn’t right to hit him, especially when you knew his dad did that more than enough already.

When you were out of sight you took a deep breath and made your way to the restrooms. Before you could walk in, you noticed a little ziplock bag laying on the floor in front of the mens bathroom. You walked towards it and picket it up, dangling it in front of your face. A little bag with white powder in it. You scoffed because you knew exactly what it was and you were 99% sure you also knew who it belonged to. This evening was taking quite the turn and you didn’t know exactly how to feel about it. At least it was anything but boring.With heels klicking, you decided to find the suspected owner.

You walked outside, around the building, away from the party and from a distance you saw Rafe. He mumbled something to himself and seemed to be looking for something, then he let out a grunt and sat down on a bench next to him. The first few buttons of his shirt were open, exposing part of his chest and his tie was loosened. You almost had to admit he looked attractive.

You walked towards him as he lit a cigarette. When he heard you steps approaching, he turned his head to look at you, taking a hit.

“Looking for something?” you held the small bag in front of his face, daringly.

He shot up and it made you flinch.

“Where did you get that?” His voice was deep and he slowly stepped closer, staring you down. Your heart started racing and you didn’t know if it was because he was quite unpredictable or because he really did look kinda hot.

You tried not to look intimidated, even tho he looked pretty scary right now. He towered over you and got closer every second, clenching and unclenching his jaw.

“Found it on the floor” you hid it behind your back, taking a few steps back.

He chuckled deeply and it gave you chills.

“Give it back” he said in a serious and low tone, taking another hit and not breaking eye contact.

“Nope” you kept walking backwards but he followed.

“Give it to me” he made a fast step, it made you gasp and he was now only inches away from you. You stared up into his eyes and could smell the mix of alcohol, cigarettes and his cologne.

“No” you said stern and shoved the little packet into your bra.

His gaze went straight to you boobs, his eyes widened and he raised one eyebrow. He threw his head back and chuckled.

“You think that’ll stop me?” He tilted his head and leaned in even closer to you, his dark eyes made you feel like there was no air to breath.

“Touch me and see what happens” you warned confidently.

“Are you flirting with me?” he grinned at you and you saw him reaching for your waist, his fingertips slightly brushed over the fabric of your dress before you stopped him.

“Remember when you told everyone how crazy the kick on a glock 17 is?” you placed your hand on his chest and held him back. Your fingertips met the part of his chest that was exposed.

“My dad just bought a new one last week” you whispered and gently pushed him away.

He threw his hands up in defense and just scoffed.

“Fine keep it” he stepped back and walked backwards towards the bench. He sat down, leaned back and took a hit of his cigarette, blowing the smoke into the air.

“Sell it and buy yourself another one of those slutty little dresses” he gestured at your dress.

“You don’t like my dress?” you asked sassy and took a few steps towards him.

“I love your dress. That’s why I want you to keep buying more” he smirked, flashing his perfect white teeth.

“Imma flush it” you stated.

“You’re stupid” he ran his hand through his hair and shook his head.

“You shouldn’t be doing that shit anyway” you shook your head and took two more steps towards him.

“Go ahead. Lecture me mama” he said, clearly not taking you seriously before throwing his cigarette to the floor.

You just rolled your eyes and decided to leave. You didn’t have the energy to have this conversation. Why even try. You could hear your moms voice in your head:“because you care”

“Hey y/n?”

You stopped in your tracks. You believed you never heard him say your name and something in you reacted to the way he made it sound.

You turned to face him again, flipping your hair over your shoulder.

“I’m sorry about what I said earlier” he said slowly and almost softly. It truly took you by surprise and you almost didn’t know what to say.

He just sat there, leaning his forearm’s on his knees and his hair hung messily onto his forehead.

“You should be sorry for a lot more things Rafe” you made your way back to him, referring to everything he has done in the past.

He nodded and looked up at you.

“I know”

Who was this man? Because the Rafe Cameron you knew would never apologise. For anything.

“But I want to apologise too, you know, for slapping you” you said softly and shrugged. You meant it.

“Nah I deserved that one” he said, rubbing his neck and smiled, looking down at his feet.

You smiled at his response and stepped right in front of him, your dress hiked up your thighs a little and you crossed your arms in front of your chest.

“You know people might actually like you if you stopped being such an asshole” you saw him gulp as he slowly dragged his eyes from your exposed thighs right in front his him, over your body, up to your face.

“If I stop, people will except me to be nice all the time. I don’t fuck with that. I’m not anyones dance monkey” he said looking up at you, leaning in and you saw the corners of his mouth slowly turning into a grin.

“That’s too bad. I think you would l make quite the cute dance monkey” you gently pushed his forehead and took a step back again.

He scoffed and nodded to himself, accepting your rejection once again.

“Do you really hate me that much?” he asked and it sounded genuine. And for the first time you thought his eyes didn’t look as cold as usual.

“You know, hate is kinda against what I believe” you explained before slowly walking backwards.

“So you don’t” he smiled and kept his eyes on you, not hiding how he scanned your body again.

“I don’t know. I might make an acception just for you Cameron” you giggled, turned around and walked off, swaying your hips.

“You should give me a chance” he yelled after you.

“Change and I might” you yelled back and smiled to yourself at your response.

You meant it.

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